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Nasty

By: Sahrzad



I have been intending to inflict this nasty bit of fucking upon my lover for a while now. The thinking and planning phases are finished now and I am ready and waiting for him.

At his knock I throw open the door and pull him inside shutting the door and double locking it. He gasps with surprise at my strength and urgency as I forcibly shove him back against the door. I pull off his clothes and shrug off my dressing gown and when we are both naked, I slam my body against his. My greedy open mouth begins to feed on his, sucking and biting his lips and sucking his tongue with a fierce urgency. 

My hands go wild, touching and feeling every part of his body until his cock is fully erect -- a hot poker pressing into my stomach. My cunt, wet in anticipation, fills the room with its ripe odor. I smear my hand with my cunt juice and wipe his mouth with my juices and go back to ravenously feeding on his mouth.

My lover is no coward. He knows this will be a crazy ride and he is totally into it offering no resistance. I pull his arms over his head and dive face first into each armpit sucking and biting there. The manly smell of his pits is fuel to my sex-driven engine and my flowing cunt juices begin to run down my legs. I grab his nipple rings as my mouth slides down to his cock, which I take fully into my mouth. He grabs and pulls my hair as I suck his cock exerting pressure on it with my teeth. My hands stay on his nip rings, which I pull and twist as I suck his twitching cock, causing him to cry out in pain and pleasure. I am whimpering and moaning with frenzied lust and could finish him like this, but that is way too easy.

Under this assault, his knees are buckling and I use this momentum to pull him to the floor where I spit on his cock and proceed to straddle him and fuck him with my legs wound tightly around him. I grab his hair, as I bounce up and down on his cock slamming my ass against his legs. I direct his hands to my tits with their fully erect nipples and tell him, "Pull them, you bastard. Hard. Hurt me." Screaming with pain, I straddle-fuck him and bite his lower lip till I draw blood, smearing both his face and mine with bright crimson liquid. I suck up his saliva and blood as I bounce wildly on his lap. 

His glazed eyes and arching back tell me he may be close to orgasm so I pull myself off his cock, slide backward on his legs and stand up. His anguished look says it all. I laugh, knowing he doesn't want me to stop, but it is too early to finish this game. I am a feverish and single-minded woman operating with a brute strength which totally shocks me. I pull him up from the floor, throw him to the bed and command him to get up on his knees, doggy-style and spread his ass cheeks. 

I come up behind him, inspect his asshole, push my mouth to it and kiss it passionately. Then I suck it with whorish abandon. At the same time I reach under him and pull his balls firmly toward me. With my other hand I begin to stretch his cock, which is wet with my cunt juices. Pulling my head back I see his asshole open and close again and push my mouth back in there, sucking his hole, then looking at it and diving back in for more. Suddenly I insert my tongue as far as it will go and start to rapid-fire fuck him. As my tongue goes in and out of his hole, he can feel my sweaty breasts pushing against his buttocks. 

My lover's legs are trembling now. He is moaning and crying out, his body covered with perspiration. His balls are tightening and my hand is covered with his pre-cum so I know this sucker is going to blow any second. For my part, the excitement of this full-on fucking has my cunt throbbing with need and my clit fully erect. But we are not there quite yet. 

I pull away from him and he collapses to the bed begging me for more. I straddle him, eyeball him and say, "Ok, baby. Assfuck me and finish us both." He slides from under me, grabs my ass and slowly inserts his nearly purple, throbbing cock into my black hole. I can feel his balls hitting my cunt as he moves his cock in and out of my ass. I scream with every movement of his cock in there. I am sobbing. My mouth is dripping saliva. My nose is running and my legs quaking. I can feel his sweat dripping on my back. The room is filled with the smell of our sweaty bodies and sex juices. 

I begin to rub my magic button. It won't take much to bring my stiff clit to orgasm so that we will with certainty explode together. We are shouting out now, swearing against god and nature and moaning with the extremity of this depraved fucking. We yell out as we cum with full force. His hips bucking, I feel his warm cum flood my ass and wet both of us. I feel my cum squirt against him and run down my legs. I am still on my knees, my head resting on my hands. His spent body is draped over my back like a rug, his arms dangling down. After a few minutes, I slide out from under his sweaty, trembling body. As I do so he tumbles to the bed like a sack of potatoes.

Lying next to him, I pull him toward me brushing his wet matted hair from his eyes. Then I notice it. There is a little smile on his lips, which I tenderly kiss. "Jesus Christ, baby..." he whispers hoarsely.

Nasty at the Motel



I want you to see me do this.

I am driving my uncle's van. I am on my way to pick up Daddy Ford and Ray-Ray. I am deliriously excited. It has been three weeks since I first met these guys in the parking lot of a liquor store. Three weeks since I invited this pair of ex-cons to fuck me in the ass and then come in my mouth. They treated me like a whore, shot jizz and piss in my mouth. I gave Ray-Ray my number afterward, when I was dropping them off at the halfway house. He has called me every day since.

I don't answer his calls. They go directly to my voicemail box. He calls while I am at work. Having dinner with my parents. On a date with a respectable man. I see the number of the halfway house, and I ignore the call. Each night, when I get home, I am excited to listen to his messages. I usually listen to them while I am still in the car, and usually finger myself after listening, then wobble up the walk dripping and let myself into my house.

"Daisy? Hey girl, hey you nasty girl. Why don't you call a motherfucker back?"  I hear laughter in the background of his message. My name is not Daisy, but he thinks it is. "Girl, I been thinkin' 'bout what we did to you in that motherfuckin' van in that motherfuckin' parking lot. You a nasty ol' white girl. You tell your nice white husband what you let a coupla niggas do? Piss all up in yo' mouth, fuck you in yo' asshole? You tell him that? I bet you don't. C'mon now, give a motherfucker a holla back. I know you got my number. I know you want it. I got some friends you could meet." More laughter. "Later, ho." End of message. I hit save. There are twenty-nine of these now. I want to make a tape of them, play them back to back, over and over. I don't have a husband. I live alone. 

But now I am driving my uncle's van. I have told him I am taking a group of friends into the city for a concert. I am driving into the city, but I am alone. I am bare-assed but sitting on a dishtowel. My pussy is already wet, and I need something to sop it up until I meet the men. I am picking up Daddy Ford and Ray-Ray. I finally called him back last night. We talked for a long time, spoke in whispered obscenities. He made me come twice, talking dirty and disrespectful. He told me to push my thumb up my own ass and think of his face and I did. He made me say, "I love being the nigger jizz jar." He made me promise to come by today. I may pick up some of his friends, or other men who live at the halfway house. I don't know if all the men who live there together are friends. Probably not. I do know Ray-Ray has told them about me, and he's told me that every one of them want to meet me. I want to meet them.

I am picking them up, and then we are going to a motel on Lincoln. Ray-Ray said its $31. for six hours. What motel rents rooms for six hours? I bet its a real dump. This excites me. I'm slumming it again.

I know I have to pay for the room. These men don't have jobs. I have the cash folded and stuck under the wristband of my watch. I'm not carrying a purse. My clothes have no pockets. I'm not even wearing a bra I can stash some cash in. Thirty-one dollars, a shaved pussy, and a fuck of a lot of nerve. That's all I'm bringing with me.

I'm wearing a bubblegum pink miniskirt. It is so short, when I first wore it, I was sure it didn't even cover the split of my pussy lips until I looked in a mirror and saw that yes, it does, but just barely. Still, the whole time I'm wearing it, I have the sensation, the image of myself with my pussy clearly visible. It makes me feel like the sluttiest sorority girl on campus, the one everybody has fucked. This skirt is a soft, soft brushed cotton, thin as an old t-shirt. It clings to the shape of my hips and ass like a liquid. If I wear pants, I want them to fit up into my crack, giving me a little bit of cameltoe and a good squeeze on my ass cheeks. If I wear a skirt, I want it to be short and clingy. This pink skirt lays nice along the crack of my ass. My crack is very visible. You think you can almost see through this skirt. If I am sitting, my ass is bare, my pussy clings to whatever I'm sitting on. If I am standing, the tiniest breeze can lift the hem to let you peek at my cunt. And I can slap a hand to my mouth as it forms an adorable Oh! of surprise. But its not a surprise, and I'd smile slyly at you to let you know. I wear a skirt like this to show my cunt.

Up top, my big fat tits strain against the white cotton of my niece's t-shirt. She is nine. I am twenty-six, with DDD boobs. It is a small t-shirt. I was wearing a black halter top when I picked up the van from my uncle, but once I was driving, I saw this little t-shirt sitting on the passenger seat. I took off my halter and put on the t-shirt when I was sitting at a red light. A car full of teenaged boys sat mute and wide-eyed while the woman in the van next to them removed her top and let her massive titties bounce out. They watched her pull the tiny white t-shirt over her head and arms, but not down over her tits. They watched her smile and drive away. I drove for twelve blocks with my tits hanging out. It felt wonderful. The way they bounce when I drive over a pothole makes me crazy. I had to pull the shirt over my tits when a cop pulled up next to me. I'd totally fuck a cop, let him ream me out with his billy club. But I'm not brave enough to actually proposition one.

My areolas and nipples are clearly visible through the thin white cotton. If I were to walk into a grocery store, or a gas station, I might be asked to leave. Obscene. It is my favorite look, and one I'm sure Ray-Ray and his friends will appreciate.

I pull up in front of the halfway house and gesture for one of the four men sitting on the front stoop to come over. He is maybe twenty, surely no more than twenty-five. He is a smallish guy, so black he's almost purple in the bright sunlight of the day. His hair is short and shiny, with a shaved part line above his left temple. His cheekbones are flat and wide and his lashes are very long. A tattoo across his throat is almost invisible against his black, black skin. It is in a gothic script. In three inch letters, it says "Killer."

He stands next to my window and looks directly at my left nipple the entire time I'm speaking to him. This emboldens me. I tell him that my name is Daisy. I ask him his name and he say's its Boudro. I ask him if he can find Ray-Ray. He says that Ray-Ray is inside. I ask him if he will go tell him that his ride is here. He turns to go, and I catch the sleeve of his shirt. I ask him if he wants a ride too. I look him in the eye while I part my legs.

He looks into the van again and sees that I am pulling my pussy lips apart. They are shiny-bald. I'm doing it, I'm doing it! I am showing this man my clit, which is big and wet. I smile my prom picture smile at him. My heart is in my throat. Somehow I say, "I'd be happy to give you a ride too, Boudro, if Daddy Ford says its okay." It comes out sounding all cool and friendly.

He doesn't answer me, but stares at my clit for a minute. Without a sound, he retreats into the rambling house. I'm discovering that, contrary to popular belief, black men are careful and slow around a white girl who comes on like a slut. They want to be sure its not a trick. The other men on the stoop watch me. I don't mind. I consider getting out of the van and going over to sit with them. I think about how I will surely leave pussy slobber on the unpainted stoop. I decide to stay in the van.

I'm waiting for Ray-Ray a long time. While I wait, I watch the guys on the stoop watching me. I rub my clit and taste my finger. I do this over and over. Do they know what I'm doing? I come twice, never taking my eyes off the guys on the stoop. I shudder only slightly each time I come. I'm thinking I can have all the black cock I want. And now here's Ray-Ray. My god. I had forgotten how ugly he is. His smile reveals crooked and uncared-for teeth. Dusky brown gut hangs down below his shirt, over his belt. There are several men behind him. I do not see Daddy Ford.

"Hey, Boo." Ray-Ray pushes up against the van door. Boudro is right there with him. They look me up and down. "How you doin'?"

I smile. "I'm alright, Ray-Ray. How are you?"

"Mmm-mmm! Sho' good to see your sexy ass. Boudro says you already showin' off your thing to him." He looks at my pussy, which is not even close to covered by my little skirt. He licks his big ugly lips. They look like liver. He's not even looking at my face. He's talking to my cunt. "How many you got room for?"

There are seven or eight men in a group behind him. The guys from the stoop are in the group. My stomach lurches. I don't know how many I have room for. It depends on which hole each of them wants, if some of them will want more than one. I can't believe I'm considering this. Part of what keeps me going is how unreal it feels. I have become a different person.

"I dunno." I sound shy. "As many as we can get in here, I guess." This makes Ray-Ray laugh. Just as I'm about to ask about him, Daddy Ford comes strolling around the corner. When he sees the van, he never pauses. He walks right up to the passenger side and climbs in the front seat. He smiles past me to Ray-Ray, who wants to say something, I can tell. Daddy Ford snaps his fingers and laughs. "Shotgun!" He cries. 

As the other men walk around the side of the van, led by Ray-Ray, Daddy pulls me to him, hugging me one-armed and says, "Hey, baby girl." He plants a wet kiss against my neck. I giggle, reach down and stretch my pussy lips again. "Look what I brought you Daddy!" I am showing him my clit, smiling like a good girl, like the birthday girl. I look so innocent. But I'm a whore.

"Lookin' good, baby girl. Gone get all up in that mess when we get to where we goin'."

I ask him, "You don't mind sharing?" Not that anything can be done about it now. Ray-Ray's piling halfway house guys into the van like we're about to make a getaway.

Daddy shrugs his wide shoulders. His black skin makes me salivate. "Sharin' last time was fun. The more the merrier, that's what I be sayin' 'bout you."

Now here I am, driving a van full of black cocks to a nasty motel room on Lincoln Avenue. This entire van full of cock, nine men total, its all for me. As I navigate the streets toward our destination, I am thinking that I don't know if I can do this. I mean, I want to, but physically. I don't know how many times, or how long, or how hard I can get fucked before crying mercy. I doubt these men, all apparently ex-cons like Daddy and Ray-Ray, would be very gracious if I got up in the middle of it all and said I was tired and I wanted to go home.

I pull into the parking lot. This place looks like a dump. Its an L-shaped, two-storey brick motel like you see in shitty neighborhoods everywhere. There's garbage scattered around the building. The mortar between the bricks is crumbling. The iron steps and railing that runs the length of the walkway of the second floor needs to be painted. There are only a scattering of cars in the parking lot. I turn the ignition off and Daddy turns around in his seat. 

"Listen up, niggas." They are already quiet, have been quiet most of the way over. They have sat in loose rows on the futon, murmuring to each other in hushed tones. I've been watching them in the rear view. I've been thinking that this part is awkward. They're in rows on the futon. Now I understand why Ray-Ray was so insistent about getting a room. (Actually, he wanted to come to my house. I told him, I don't think so. I may be a whorey white bitch, but I'm no dummy.) Every once in a while my eyes will meet someone's in the mirror. I don't know these men. I don't know them but I think I'm going to wind up getting fucked by all of them. I can't possibly be doing this. I am so excited to be doing this. I'm scared. I want to. This is going to be beyond nasty. 

I haven't been able to hear over the sound of the engine, but it excites me to know they're talking about me. What else could they talk about? Now the engine is off but no one is saying anything, not even Ray-Ray. No one believes its going to happen, and it seems like they are all holding their breath.

Here, look. I am not some pasty fatty, some working-class piece of trailer trash. I do not have low self esteem. I am the white girl none of these guys has ever considered being able to get their hands on without using force. I am clean, upper middle-class, suburban in that John Hughes movie sort of way. I am young and pretty. I was a cheerleader in school. My teeth are straight and white. My blonde hair shines. My skin is supple and tender and Norwegian-white. They don't believe it will happen, that they will bury their cocks in me.

Daddy says, "We gone go in and get the room. Ya'll niggas just hang out here a minute. Once we get up there, ya'll come on up, but one at a time. Don't draw attention to the fact we gone be gangbangin' this white girl in one of they rooms." 

I turn in my seat and look at the men in back, all sitting crowded on the futon. They all look back at me, all these black faces. I blow a kiss to Boudro, who smiles at me. He's a sexy little thing. I'd drink his come even if he weren't. I'm nasty. 

Only Ray-Ray has the confidence about the situation to leer. I remember his piss in my mouth. My smile fades as I count again, onetwothreefourfivesixseven. And Daddy is eight. Ray-Ray, nine. My god. I don't know if I can do this. I don't even know what all they're going to want to do to me.

I reach for the door handle and Daddy stops me. "Whyn't you show these niggas your pussy 'fore we go in, baby girl. They ain't believe it."

Happy, obedient, I swing around in my seat and get up and crouch between the driver and passenger seats. I squat. Eight pairs of eyes ogle me as I reach down and stretch my cunt hole open for them. It glistens. I can smell it. I hope they can too. 

No one says a word.

I climb out the passenger side of the van after Daddy. We walk a few steps toward the office and he stops and says, "Oh, I almos' forgot. I got this for you." From his pocket, he pulls a collar. It is a nylon dog collar, and it is not new. It looks like some actual dog wore this for a very long time. I can smell dog on it. Before I can say anything-- I don't want to wear this collar, Daddy, it stinks-- he reaches around and snaps it closed around my neck. I am embarrassed. This isn't a shiny black patent slave collar. This wasn't bought at a specialty adult store. This is a dog collar. He probably found it somewhere. On the ground. In an alley. I feel nasty.

In the office, it gets worse. I hand over the money. I feel like a sucker, paying for the room and letting them fuck me. The fat Pakistani man behind the counter stares at my nipples, obvious through my shirt. As he watches, Daddy reaches over and pinches one. "My girl look good, don't she Akbar?"

Akbar is offended. He reeks of curry. There is a sheen to his skin. His pores are huge. I could fuck him. He says, "My name Yousuf, Leeroy."

Daddy laughs. "Fair enough. But don't she look good, Yousuf? Don't she look just fine enough to eat?"

Yousuf fills out a card with our false information. He doesn't ask for ID. He says, "Yes sir, my friend. She look good enough to eat. You don't want to eat her, you call me. My number from your room 'zero.' I eat her all day for you. I eat her after you do whatever you do to her. You call. No charge on the room. I eat her all day."

My face is bright red. This collar stinks. I cannot look either of these men in the face right now. I am very aware of my pussy. Daddy laughs again. "Naw man, we pay for the room. She don't need you to eat her all day long. She gone be too busy for that." Yousuf hands over the key and Daddy takes it. Yousuf looks sad now.

Daddy says, "But tell you what, I'll let you lick her titty for a minute. You like that, Akbar?"

What the fuck? This is somehow different than the van full of halfway house guys. Am shocked out of my complacent whore mode. I do not want this man to touch me.

Already he is coming from around the desk. I realize he is not shy. He rents rooms to actual whores all night long. I bet he gets paid in pussy and hand jobs all the time.

He brings his curry stench right up on me, and Daddy rakes up my shirt so that my breasts are exposed. The office is just a glass box, and I can see out into the parking lot, into the van just fine. I can see Ray-Ray's face, and two of the others. They watch as Yousuf leans over and licks first one nipple and then the other. As soon as he is doing it, I love it. His hair is greasy and there are flakes of dandruff. He leaves a trail of spit on my boobs that I can't wait to wipe off. He is disgusting. I imagine the smell of curry is wafting up from his spit. Its gross and hot. I'm hot because I like this foul-smelling foreigner licking my titties where people can see us.

Daddy puts his hand at the small of my back, guides me toward the door. He calls over his shoulder, "Ya'll have a good day now." I go to pull down my shirt, but Daddy pushes my hand back down. I walk out into the sunlit parking lot with my tits hanging out, bouncing and jiggling with each step. Daddy ducks his head to me and says low, "I know you be likin' show yourself. I'm just gone give you what you want all day." I can see the men in the van laughing. 

It is just before three o'clock. The sun shines down on my naked tits, and there are plenty of people to see. There is a busy car wash across the street. Two brownish women who are probably actual whores (as opposed to me, I don't even get paid for what I do) sit on the guard rail that surrounds the motel parking lot. Cars whiz by. A foursome of young men roll dice on the sidewalk. I don't know who all sees my tits. I am too ashamed of being paraded in the daylight like this to look anyone in the face. There are whistles, cat calls. I hang my head. And smell curry, and dog.

In the room, I am nervous again. I don't know how this will go. I've never been fucked by more than two men at once. Will they just run a continuous train on me? Will they each want a turn in each hole? I don't know what to expect.

Well. I kind of know what to expect. Ray-Ray's messages have been explicit. That night in the van with him and Daddy, it was nasty, but other than drinking piss, it was just good basic sucking and assfucking. 

In some of his messages, Ray-Ray spends a lot more time talking about how dirty I am than about what he wants to do to me. Its why I wanted to see him again. I know that I can expect rough treatment, name calling. He has called me every degrading word for a person with a cunt that I've ever heard. He calls me 'fuckhole' a lot. As if that's my name. Hey, Fuckhole, I been thinkin' 'bout what you looked like tryin' to swallow all my piss. I was pissin' all over your face on purpose. You know that? I be pissin' all over you. I hate a white bitch, a stuck-up white ho that think she better than a motherfucker. You ain't better than nobody, bitch. I pissed in your mouth, and you drank it, you nasty ho. You ain't better than a motherfucker at all."

Other messages have been more affectionate, if still fucked up and nasty. You ever thought about putting your tongue in a man's ass, baby? I ain't never had nobody do that. I bet that sho' be feelin' good. I think about you, baby. I think about you lettin' me bend over in your face, and you licking my asshole. You oughtta call me back so we can do that shit. That shit be some nasty shit. You like that nasty shit, don't you, ho? I just wanna give you what you like. Come on, baby, holla back. I'll scrub it real good so it'll be all clean for ya. Just lick it for a minute. Come on. I'll do you if you do me. Don't nobody have to know.




Nasty at the Motel



A strange thing about me, slutty as I am, I've never licked an asshole. Nobody ever asked me to. All the sucking and fucking I've done in my life, its usually me letting some guy do things to me, and I'm just really good at the 'letting.' Even when I suck cock, its usually more like I'm getting fucked in the mouth. I've fucked maybe a hundred guys in my life, and just for some reason, nobody ever asked me to eat ass. I've had mine eaten plenty. But nobody ever asked me to do them before, and truthfully, I think of it as maybe a little too nasty to want to do. And if I never did it with a boyfriend or somebody I knew, I sure wasn't going to do it to a pudgy, gross ex-con.

Except he has me thinking about it. Parked in my driveway at the end of the day, listening to Ray-Ray plead his case to my voicemail, I had started picturing it, how it might happen. I'd pick him up from the halfway house. Alone. Park on a side street. Tell him I just want to do that and nothing else. Get behind him on all fours in the back of the van… I'd rub my clit til I came, sitting in my car, thinking about licking his butthole.

Sitting on the bed in the motel room, I knew that wasn't going to happen today. Even if I ever were going to lick Ray-Ray's ass, which I wasn't, it wasn't going to be in a group setting. I'd go pick him up by himself and do it in the van alone. I'd beg him not to tell anybody.

We're in the room. Daddy Ford's pushing his cock in my face. I go ahead and suck it, while I wait for the crowd of strange black men to appear. After a minute, I realize I'm thinking about snaking my tongue around his asshole. I keep sucking, and I start considering. Maybe I could take Daddy or Ray-Ray into the bathroom alone at some point. I might want to do it once, see if I like it. I am still not considering doing it where anyone can see.

So here I am, a former Louisiana cheerleader, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, baby-faced white girl sucking a fifty year old black cock, a cock that belongs to an old man who lives in a halfway house, a man I call Daddy. I'm sucking his cock waiting for a group of eight men I don't know to join us. I am waiting to get fucked in the pussy, asshole and mouth. Probably all at the same time. Knowing all this, and picturing myself licking somebody's asshole (maybe I don't even care whose), makes me suck really good. I suck Daddy's dick really good. I am very nasty.

The door behind Daddy opens as I suck. "Damn man. Can't even wait for a motherfucker." Its Ray-Ray. He comes from around Daddy. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, right next to a corner of the mattress, between Daddy's legs. I slide my mouth on Daddy's wet tool. It is wet because I drool when I suck cock. I drool because I love it, and because I know it looks so nasty. Guys like it to look nasty. I'm drooling as I bang my throat on Daddy's cock. He stands over me. I've got his dick in my mouth. A fat drop of spit plops on my leg. Both his hands are on the back of my head, but he's not pushing. He doesn't have to. I love this shit. I want to gargle come.

Ray-Ray kneels down next to me and squeezes my tits together. He repositions my lower body without interrupting my Daddy-suck. Now I'm still sucking Daddy's cock, but I have to keep my head turned to the right to do it. That's okay, I can still do it. And now Ray-Ray has my legs spread. He's kneeling in between them. My pussy is open. It is swollen. He's working on stuffing it full of his fingers. The door behind Daddy opens again. I can't see who it is. My mouth is full of cock and my cunt is stuffed with fat, nasty fingers. I am so excited.

I gag myself on cock. I spread as far as I can. I raise my legs in the air and make slurping sounds. I am showing off. I'm not scared. I want to get fucked.

I hear the door open again. With my ass at the edge of the bed and my legs up in the air, Daddy's hands on the back of my head and neck are all that's keeping me from falling backwards. I bet I look nasty. 

I pull back from sucking cock and look up at Daddy. "Tell them to leave the door open." Then I stuff my mouth full again. Slurp. Slurp. Ray-Ray digs in my cunt hole. He's looking at it hard. I bet not a lot of women have let him look at their cunt hole up close like this. I'm whining uh-huh, uh-huh around Daddy's cock. I hear the men I don't know drawing closer, talking about me, talking about my body and what I'm doing with it.

"Look how she like it dude!"

"She gone suck everybody dick like that?"

"Ray-Ray man, she really let you nut in her mouth?"

"He say he piss in her mouth!"

"Man, I'll believe that when I see it."

"Man, I'll believe that when I do it!"

Ray-Ray pushes three fingers from one hand and two from another in and out of my box. Laughing. Now they're loud. Now they're talking about me right in front of me, standing over me, looking at me. Looking at my tits and cunt. Boudro is here. 

The door opens again and Daddy turns, but not so much that he pulls his cock free of my mouth. He says in the direction of the door, "Leave that open now." I can feel the breeze from outside. "Leave it open, and stay outta the way. Ooohh girl, damn! She want anybody who walk by to be able to see in." Then to me, "Ain't we enough, baby girl? You gotta invite the whole neighborhood?" More laughter.

Besides Ray-Ray and Daddy, there are now five strange black men in a skuzzy motel room with me. The last two arrive together. Daddy says low, "Girl, I'm 'bout to nut!" The two guys who came in last close the door behind themselves. Ray-Ray barks, "Hey man, leave that open!" I feel the breeze again. Watching what he's doing to my cunny, Ray-Ray says, "This nasty ho wants to advertise herself!" He digs in my cunt and stretches his fingers. His fingers are like sausages. He talks to the guys who are watching. "Ya'll see this shit? Ya'll see what this crazy white bitch want us to do to her dumb ass?"

There are nine men in this motel room with me. They are all black. I am a white girl. I don't know if I can fuck them all, but I'm going to suck every cock in this room. I'm going to do it with the door open, and if somebody sees and wants to join, I am not going to say no.

I am so very nasty.

Its hard to tell, blow by blow, about getting fucked by nine different guys. I can tell you Ray-Ray got all of them calling me Fuckhole within the first half hour. I was fucking loving it. I can tell you by the end of the day, men had shot come in my mouth thirty-three times. I had been pissed on, and in, repeatedly. I spent the first three hours with cocks in my mouth, asshole and pussy. No hole was empty for more than a second. (I looked at the clock every once in a while. I kept thinking fucked in all my holes for an hour straight, fucked in all my holes for two hours straight. I stopped at three hours because my hip joints hurt, and I had to pee. Which Ray-Ray and the old guy named Sanders made me do in the plastic ice bucket while squatting on the dresser, so they all could see.) Daddy Ford told everybody about my rules, that I liked it best in the ass, that I wanted all come in my mouth, and that they treat me nasty. God, did they ever.

I've seen pornos of clusterfucks. I mean, this is the kind of shit I like, so that's what I look for. I get on asktiava or easygals and type in "clusterfuck" and there you go! Five hundred free movie clips of some chick taking it in each hole while a tight knot of bodies stands around watching, waiting their turns. I've watched these girls get fucked inside out, covered with come, hands fucking everywhere on their naked bodies, titties being squeezed and mauled, three and four hands at a time grabbing and rubbing cunt, additional fingers (sometimes from different men at once) straining asshole while a cock is still ramming away. I've seen these girls laying exhausted and spent and all stretched out and nasty, come filled and come covered, after the shoot. I always like it best when I can watch a clip of the girl being interviewed before or after. It makes it hotter. She's a real girl, and she does this shit. 

Today that girl is me! I let alllllllll that shit happen. And I can tell you, I can't believe I waited so long to get myself in a situation like this, all this black cock, right at my disposal. Or me, at its disposal. All this black cock. And more if I want it. I'm sure all these guys have friends.

After that three hour mark, things slowed down a little, but they stayed nasty. Really, they got more nasty after everybody had come a couple of times. Things got creative. Guys stood around smoking, talking and laughing. I sucked balls while two cocks fucked my cunny. That felt good. I sucked two cocks while two more stabbed my cunt hole and asshole. Four cocks at once. I took four cocks at once! I rode one of the guys with my asshole while all the rest jerked off over my face and took turns squeezing out spurts of jizz into my happy mouth. It was the hottest thing in the world to look into one of these guys' eyes while another one's dick was ramming my shitter. It happened over and over.

The one named Bobby, one of the younger guys with a broad, beefy frame, laid me down on my back on the bed. He wore a turquoise-colored do-rag. Bobby asked Ray-Ray and another guy to hold my ankles up by my head so that everything in my crack was exposed and my hips and ass were up in the air. He smacked my pussy over and over with his open palm. Then he smeared his hand on my face. "Lick your pussy, Fuckhole." Laughter. Cocks waving everywhere.

Jamie was too fat to fuck. He seriously weighed like three hundred and fifty pounds. He was the one I rode while the rest jerked off. I rubbed my clit and came on fat Jamie over and over. His pecker was short but wide, and I rocked my shit hole back and forth on it while I came, and came and came. Then, after the last guy had blown his wad in my mouth, I got up and turned around and made a big, slurpy show of sucking Jamie's come out of him while wagging my ass in his face. Then I licked in his piss hole like I wanted more, then licked all my pussy goo off his cock and his balls and his belly and thighs. I sucked his balls into my mouth and then let them flop back onto his leg. I did that a bunch of times. I gave that fat fucker a virtual tongue bath while his friends all stood around talking about what a dirty bitch I was. I was fucking loving it.

A guy named Sanders was as old, or older than Daddy. His ball sack sagged, and after he fucked me in the asshole, I asked him to rub his saggy sack on my face. This old man put his knees on either side of my head and flopped his wrinkled scrotum against my mouth. I licked and sucked it, stretching the skin, making big, wet smacking sounds as I sucked one ball and then the other. I did this while somebody fucked me in my pussy hole and somebody else fucked me in my asshole. I have no idea who.

Darren, or Darius, or something like that (I never got introduced, even though he nutted in my mouth four times), fucked me like a doggy, pulling on that filthy dog collar, going back and forth between my vagina and my anus. That's what he kept calling them. "Now I fuck your vagina. Now I fuck your anus." His voice had a lilt, like he was from an island somewhere. Men don't say vagina to me very often. It made me feel nasty, which you know I love. He fucked me like a doggy, holding the collar. He reached under me and grabbed my wrists. He pulled my arms out from underneath me and held them back by my thighs. I was on my knees and shoulders, my face turned to the side so I could watch this bunch of black guys watching me get fucked. While Darren or Daruis was going back and forth between my holes, another one of the guys, a tall, thin, dark-skinned guy with short little dreads, lay down on the bed so that his face was right in mine. I mean his nose must have been an inch from mine.  I thought, I've swallowed this guys spunk twice, and I don't even know his name. He began to talk to me in a soft accented voice.

"Fuckhole. Your breath smells like lots of jism." He smiled. "Ray-Ray, he say you let him pee in your mouf. Is that true?"

I told him it was.

"I be wantin' to try that ever since I seen the R. Kelly video. You gonna let me pee in your mouf?"

What could I say? Part of getting off on getting used is that you sort of have to do even stuff you don't want to do. I was thinking if I let one of these guys use my mouth as a toilet, they all were gonna want to. Could a girl drown in piss?

I was taking a long time to answer. I was just looking at this guy's face, so close to mine, while Darren or Darius rammed his cock into my anus, my vagina, my anus, my vagina. I saw the guy with his face close to mine flex his jaw muscle, like he was biting down. He said, "Could be I pee in your mouf whether you want me to or not."

I said, "That would be how I'd want it."

He said, "Bet," as if it the matter was settled. He got up off the bed. Darren or Darius pumped my vagina. The guy who had been talking to me about pissing in my mouth stuck a finger in my shit hole. At least, I think it was him. It could have been somebody else. This finger just sticks there in my hole until Darren or Darrius says, "Hey man, I'm fuckin' that." The finger is withdrawn and Darren or Darius replaces it with his dick.

Ray-Ray made me lick his asshole. I knew that he would. I licked four assholes, as a matter of fact. Its not as bad as I thought it would be, although it is kind of stinky. I was gagging myself on a guy named Yellow's cock when Ray-Ray told me what he wanted me to do. Somebody had turned on the television, and the guys were alternating watching me and watching a basketball game. Since I wasn't doing anything spectacular at the moment, only sucking one cock and fucking none, attention was for the most part on the basketball game. 

I was on my back in the middle of the bed, legs spread and bent with my feet planted about four feet apart on the headboard. This guy Yellow was over me, facing the headboard, hips above my face. He fucked my mouth like a jackhammer. It took him a while to blow, and when he did he pulled back so he could watch his sperm drizzle onto my tongue. Guys like to watch themselves come in your mouth. I like to watch a guy come in a girl's mouth, because while I'm watching it, I think about how much I like doing it. 

Ray-Ray was the only one not watching the game at this point. He was sitting in a chair that had been pulled up to the edge of the bed. He was sitting in the chair staring intently at the gobs of come on my tongue. As Yellow climbed off of me, I closed my mouth and swallowed. I couldn't believe how much come I was eating. It occurred to me I might be able to get some bukkake action out of this situation-- something I've only ever seen in movies-- but everybody in the room had already deposited two or three loads in my mouth already. I know that each ejaculate a man has is less than the last, so I decided not to say anything about bukkake until next time.

Next time. I already knew I wanted there to be a next time.

I still had Yellow's jizz in my mouth. I was still lying on my back. He was still climbing off me, balls swinging in my face, when Ray-Ray said, "Fuckhole, I gotta get that tongue on my asshole." I knew immediately he wasn't talking about me and him going into the bathroom alone, him bending over the sink and letting me take my time getting used to it. Ugly as Ray-Ray is, he makes me hot because I can sense that he likes to make me feel like shit. I knew he would make me tongue his anus in front of the rest of the guys here. I knew it, so I just said, "How do you want me to do it?"

He chuckled. "How I want you to do it? I want you to do it good, ho! That's how I want you to do it." He stood up. He was already naked from the waist. By now everybody was. I didn't even know where my clothes were. He said, "Just lay there, ho," and proceeded to position himself over me in a squat. I thought, he is dumpy and ugly and he's squatting over my face like he's going to shit on me.

His asshole looked disgusting. His crack was hairy. His pucker was ragged looking and big. There were a lot of folds. He settled over me so that I was able to lift my head slightly and give his dry shitter a chaste kiss. Then I gave it another one. Then I stuck my tongue out and flicked it against the center of the hole. I couldn't see anything but his nasty ass, but I heard somebody say, "What that motherfucker doin', dawg? He fixin' to go shit on her face!"

"Naw, motherfucker. She just eatin' out my ass. It feel gooood. Ya'll oughtta get up on this, have her do all ya'll." Ray-Ray rubbed his shit hole up and down on my face. I kept my tongue out and jabbed it in that stinky, puckered hole a couple of times. I reached down and rubbed my clit. I came with an ugly man's asshole pressed to my open lips. I wanted to be done after I came, but he just sat up there, rocking back and forth on my mouth. I figured I'd just eat til he got up. I started liking what I was doing. I started getting hot for it.

When he did get up, three of the others, Daddy, Yellow, and Darren or Darius all wanted a turn. Instead of squatting on my face, they got me to stand up, and they all kneeled on the bed with their black asses in the air. If I was gonna eat ass, this was a nice layout. A smorgasbord.

I spent about a half hour sucking puckers. I spent a lot more time on Darren or Darius than Daddy or Yellow. The reason is that Darren or Darius is a tall, skinny guy and his ass is really hairy. Hairy is nasty, and you know I like it nasty. And since he's skinny, it makes it a lot easier to really probe in his hole with my tongue. I can get my face further in his crack, and my tongue further in his hole. Daddy's got a big, meaty ass, so its harder to eat it. I gave his pucker a lot of those good-girl kisses I had started out with when I was rimming Ray-Ray. I licked it too. I kept telling him, "Mmmmm, I just love kissing Daddy's asshole." Every time it was Yellow's turn, I just licked my tongue up and down while he called me names. "Lick that ass you white trash nasty ho. That be where my shit come out of. You like that? You like licking the hole I shit out?" I just kept licking, up and down, up and down.

The third time I had my mouth on Darren or Darius's anus, Daddy got up and got behind me. I sucked asshole as Daddy Ford spread my ass cheeks. I got ready for his cock to split my ass, but as I kept my tongue busy, Daddy just held my cheeks open. After a minute, I noticed the television was off, or muted. I pulled my tongue out of Darren or Darius's asshole and looked behind me. 

Daddy was standing slightly to the side, his big rough hands stretching my cheeks. Behind us, sitting on the other bed, on the chairs, on the dresser and the night stand were naked-from-the-waist African-American men, men my real daddy would call "nigras." Most were stroking their sizable cocks. They all had their eyes on my puckered, fucked-out shit box. I felt nasty. I squeezed my pucker, tried to wink it at them. Daddy said, "It's quarter til eight right now. We got the room for another hour and fifteen minutes. I'm sure this white girl won't mind gettin' fucked some more in that van, but ya'll better get what you gone get now, fore we gotta turn the key in."

I said, "Wait."

Ray-Ray and the guy with the dreads, the guy whose name I never got, were coming toward me, stroking their cocks. When I said wait, they stopped, but kept stroking. I could see that almost all of them were hard again.

I said, "You guys can keep doing everything you want to me, but I really want some face-to-face anal. I like looking at whoever's fucking me in the ass."




Nasty at the Motel



There were appreciative noises. I reached back and caressed one of Daddy's hands, then slid two fingers up my own ass. I said, "Also, who needs to take a piss?"

Honestly, up to this point I had been kind of disappointed no one had tried to urinate on me. Since I knew time was running out, I thought I'd just go ahead and invite it. Nobody said anything for a minute, and then the one whose name I never knew said, "Fuckhole, we all be piss in your mouf when we through fucking."

And that's what happened. Eight of these nine guys ended our time together by sticking their cocks in my asshole missionary position til they were ready to come, then pulling their cocks out of my asshole and sticking them in my mouth to dump their semen. I kept my eyes open through it all. I watched their faces as their meat filled up my rectum. I wanted to remember it all, for this to be what I'm thinking about when my boss asks me what my problem is, why I'm not paying attention to him. Yellow said, "I'm gonna pull my dick out yo' ass and put it in yo' mouth." The guy whose name I never got kissed me while he fucked me. The sensation of tongue in my mouth and dick in my ass, both stroking the same rhythm, it was fucking heaven. Ray-Ray kept saying, "You ain't better than nobody, bitch." After he came, he made the special effort to spit in my face. His spit sat there on my cheek and lips while Sanders fucked my pucker. Bobby asked Boudro to paddle my tits with slaps as he fucked me. As the last three guys took their turns stretching out my anus, everybody chanted, "Hit that shit! Fuck that ho!" I realized four men stood in the open doorway of the motel room, men who hadn't come in the van with us. They were chanting too. I felt like a fucking movie star. A nasty one. Ray-Ray shouted an invitation, and three of the guys in the doorway walked over to the bed and one by one stuck their cocks in my mouth, taking turns jabbing my throat while Boudro stroked in and out of my shitter. The guys from the doorway never fucked my ass or my pussy, but I sucked them all off until they came in my throat, one at a time. They were all black too. As the last one shot goo down my sore throat, I thought twelve guys in one day! I'm a fucking whore! I fucking love this!

The only one that didn't fuck my asshole one last time was Daddy. As everyone else except the guy who kissed me fucked me, Daddy knelt above my head and kept his cock in my mouth. He didn't fuck it, he just knelt there and kept it shoved in as far as I could take it without gagging. I sucked without stroking. Each time whoever was fucking me announced they were ready to bust their nut (that's how they say it, these black men), Daddy politely withdrew his meat from between my lips so I could eat come. When finally the last one had dripped the last of his semen into my open mouth, Daddy commenced to fucking my throat like he was trying to rupture something. It didn't last long though. He cried out as he pumped one last sticky wad into my mouth. Thirty-three. I counted. What a fucking whore I am, to be proud of something like that!

I lay there, exhausted. The guys from the doorway stood around for a while. The guys from the halfway house told them about me like I wasn't laying right there. I lifted my legs in the air and spread my cheeks. I was wet like somebody had dumped a bucket on me. But it was all my own. Everybody's else's come was in my belly. I had swallowed it all. So nasty. Legs up in the air, holding my cheeks spread to show off my fucked-out pucker, I giggled and shouted, "Thanks, guys!"

The guy with the dreads said, "That not be all, Fuckhole. You got one more ting to do."

I knew what he meant. I knew this many people couldn't all fit in the bathroom to piss on me while I crouched in the tub. I waited to see how they would want me. Would they form a line? I liked that idea a lot. They talked about it. Daddy said we couldn't just do it in the room, what if we wanted to come back here? They probably wouldn't rent to people who had pissed all over the carpet the last time they were here. I could have suggested the set up of one-at-a-time, and promised to swallow all of it. I could have reminded him we hadn't used real names. I hadn't even used my fake real name. I waited for them to work it out. Getting used means not directing, just accepting whatever they want you to do. But they weren't figuring it out.

Finally I said, "Daddy Ford? Why don't we do it in the parking lot? You can make a mess and it won't matter, and you know I don't care who sees. Maybe if other people see, they'll come over and piss on me too."

One of the new guys, one of the guys from the doorway said, "You gonna let them piss on you?"

I smiled at him and let my legs down. "I'm gonna let them piss in my mouth, even. I'm going to drink big mouthfuls of it."

He raised his eyebrows and made a face. I asked, "Do you want to piss in my mouth too? You can if you want."

"I want to!" One of his friends came forward, unzipping.

Daddy said, "Wait. We gone go out in the parking lot like she say. Long as the po-lice don't roll up, what can happen?"

Everybody took a couple of minutes to find and put on their pants and underwear. Even after my skirt and tiny t-shirt were thrown to me, I stayed naked. I was gonna walk out to the parking lot naked. I was gonna get down on my bare knees on the concrete. (This is something I really, really like.) I was gonna open my mouth and spread my ass cheeks. I was gonna have a dozen men spraying urine into my open, gulping mouth. Because I'm a whore, a toilet with a tongue.

It happened. Not everybody could piss at once. I knelt out there on the dirty ground for maybe three or four minutes. That's a long time to be kneeling naked in a parking lot drinking alternating piss streams. They laughed at me. Ray-Ray spit on me again, twice. 

It was dark, but there are lights in the parking lot. Parking lot. I kneeled in a motel parking lot on Lincoln Avenue and let-- I let them! I wanted them to!-- twelve guys use my mouth like a fucking public urinal at Wrigley Field. I can't believe I didn't puke. It tasted awful. I gulped. I drank. I spewed it out like a fountain, then drank more. Two guys who were walking down the sidewalk stopped and watched. Somebody yelled from a passing car. Breaks squealed. Akbar/Yousuf came trotting out of the office and stood about five feet from the circle of men around me. I heard him say, "Look, she don't let me to eat her but she do this." All three of the guys from the doorway pissed into my mouth. I tilted my head back and gargled. I let my mouth fill, then swallowed. Over and over. My hair and body were drenched in stinky piss. There was a puddle twenty feet wide when they were all empty. I was full.

When it was over, I stood and held out my hand to Ray-Ray, who was holding my clothes. I used my skirt to dry off-- I stank! Then I slowly, casually walked over to where my uncle's van is parked. He thinks I am at a concert with my friends. I opened the driver's side door and rummaged under the seat for the stashed key. I spread my niece's shirt out on the seat. Then climbed in. I closed the door and looked around for that black halter I was wearing all those hours ago. I am happy to drive around naked, especially in a van full of men, but if a cop sees titty, he'll pull me over. I located the halter and put it on, but my ass and pussy were still naked. I thought, I am going to have to clean this seat with Fantastik again. I waited for the men to join me in the van. In ones and twos, they did. The men from the doorway walked off toward one of the motel rooms. 

Daddy slid into the passenger seat and I looked at him. "We ought to come back here next week so that office clerk can suck my pussy hole."

"You want that nasty man's mouth on your pretty little pussy baby?" He said it like he didn't think it could be true.

"Daddy, I've been wanting that man to put his mouth on my pussy ever since he offered. I want to put my mouth on him too."

"Alright then, you just lemme know when. I'll follow your dirty white pussy wherever it go, baby girl."

From the back of the van, "Me too!"

"Me too!"

"Me too!"

"I'll follow that pussy! It be dirty, I still fuck it!"

"Me too!"

It seems I have a fan club now. I'll wait a few weeks to ask my uncle for the van again. Maybe I'll tell him I've bought that loveseat I've been looking at.



Nasty Bitch



My pussy is so wet right now. Just thinking about being fucked up the ass has me so wet. I like all the work it takes to get my ass open and ready to be fucked. Wet, lubed fingers sliding in and out while my pussy is being massaged by a stiff dick. 

Then a butt plug: large and stretching. Makes me moan in pain/pleasure. My pussy dripping. Your dick sliding in and out of my wetness while my ass is opening. Ready for you. You slide the plug in and out while I moan, beg to be fucked in the ass. You're smacking my ass. It stings so good. 

{Damn my pussy is wet right now - My panties are soaked through.}

I'd like it very much if you were here in my office fingering my pussy. Telling me what a nasty bitch I am for speaking to you this way. Making me get on my knees and suck your dick. You would hold my hair and fuck my face.

Lean me over my chair and slap my ass; Letting me know who is in control. That I should "Shut my mouth unless there's a dick in it." Pulling my pants down and sliding your dick up and down my wet slit. 

{That would feel so good right now.}

My pussy slurping with delight. My ass pushing back against you, wanting you to enter me. You slide the head of your dick around my pussylips while I moan in frustration. Teasing me; Making me beg for it.

"Fuck this sweet pussy."

"Your nasty bitch needs to cum"

"Please, I need to be fucked."

"My pussy wants you inside"

You'd slap my ass HARD. Say, "I told you to shut the fuck up." Without any prep, you'd use pussy juice and precum to thrust your dick inside my ass. I'd scream only to get another slap on the ass, harder than the last. 

My hands behind me, you'd grab both wrists and fuck me, pulling my arms, leaning back for leverage. My ass begins to accommodate your size. Screams turn to moans. 

I like taking it up the ass. My ass is so tight and warm. Not to mention sensitive. I beg to have a hand free so I can play with my clit. You tell me it will cost me later, but you'll allow it. My hand flies to my pussy and begins the familiar circles.

Mmmm, I'm almost there.

My pussy spasms. Jealous of the dick in my ass; contracting as if holding on to the dick only centimeters away. Filling my backside. My ass bouncing with joy. You slow your pace. Tell me "You'll cum when I say you cum." 

You lean over and spit in the crack of my ass. The warm saliva lubricating my open asshole. Letting you slide in and out unhurriedly, leisurely, sensually. It feels so good, my moans are becoming one.

A nasty bitch's song.

I slow the hand on my clit, afraid I'd cum without permission. You tell me that this ass is too good to rush. You want to savor it. Take your time. Make sure I feel used later. I beg to cum. 

I've been close since you were fucking my face. It was rough and nasty and now you're deep in my ass, calling me all kinds of names, and it's too much. My circuits are melting.

"You like it up the ass, don't you slut?"

"You found out just what a freak you are and now you can't go back."

"Being a good girl is too hard for you. Deep inside, you're a whore waiting to happen."

It's all too much. Your words are turning me on and my cit is pulsating. My pussy is vibrating. My teeth are aching. I need to cum so bad. I want you to cum deep in my ass. I want us to cum together. Are you ready? 

I'll take that as a yes.

We're standing now. I am full of want, need, desire. You grab my hair, Push me against the wall. Your dick is still buried in my ass. You fuck me hard against the immovable surface. I can't run, there's no room and you have pinned tightly. 

You're slamming into my ass hard. Fucking me with all you've got. I scream. I wasn't prepared for this brutal fucking after the way you made love to my ass just seconds before. You push my head to the side, biting my shoulders and neck. Pinching the sides of my breasts, my nipples pressed in to the wall. 

Your dick is pounding into me. I beg you to slow down. To take it easy. You tell me a nasty bitch like me wants it, needs it rough. That I should learn to take it. You continue to ravage my ass and soon, I can hear your growl. Your nut is close. 

The sounds you're making have me on the edge. You're fucking me so good, so hard. I'm going to cum. I scream your name. I am loud and lack any hint of embarrassment. The whole world should know who made me cum like that. 

Thank You.



Nasty Canal Story



John is a big, fat, drunk, lardo. He likes nothing better than watching porn, jerking off and getting high as a kite on pot to improve the experience. He's currently walking home along the canal by his local pub and thinking about the five fingered delights that await him at home.

He goes under a wide bridge and hears the giggling of girls. He's come this route many times and knows there's a bench on the other side of the bridge. John's head has cleared a bit by this time and he needs a piss. So he stops under the bridge and takes a leak. While he's there he listens to the girls.

John soon realises that there are two girls one call Jane and the other Anne. Anne had a date the previous night with some lad called Jake. They'd gone to the pictures and finished the evening drinking cider in a quiet spot in the park. The conversation stalls here for a long time as this was the point, in the story, where Anne and Jake got physical. Anne describes how Jake started to stroke her hair and as the cider was finished she lay down on the grass and used his lap as a pillow. The hair stroking had continued, but slowly Jake had started to move south with one hand, while his other hand gently massaged her knee. 

"Oh god! " said Anne. "His hands were slowly coming up to meet each other. I sort of just reacted when his hands went to between my legs and on my breast at the same time."

"Shit Anne, what did you do? How did it feel?"

"I didn't want an accident. I like Jake too much to hurt him. I just sort a put my hands lightly on each of his and that was enough to stop him. God! Jane, it felt so good. His large warm hands just stayed there warming my skin and gently tracing the outline of my nipple"

At this John realised the best bit was over. He finished his piss lit a joint and walked from under the bridge to join the party.

John saw the two girls turn and look at him. They're startled and a little scared of this strange man. 

This is a revelation, to John. His first chance to see the girls. He's not disappointed as both are 18, young and pretty. The nearest is a brunette, who's standing and just about to make a gesture with here hand as John emerged. John assumes this is Anne. The blonde girl sitting on a short wall must be Jane. They are both wearing white blouses and pleated black skirts, as if they'd just left school for the day. The girls have stunning bodies with long legs, firm large breasts and shoulder length curly hair. Every man's deepest darkest fantasy and certainly Johns.

He looks at the girls in horror, then the joint, then back to the girls. A look of pure panic sweeps his face.

"Jesus fucking Christ where did you come from" he says. "I, I. Look err you girls. You girls you cant say you saw me with this. Oh God!" John begins pacing back and forward alternately looking up at the sky, the joint and the girls. Lets face it he's really hamming it up, but the girls are falling for it.

"Hay! we don't want any trouble mister," says Anne. John sees the cogs start to whirl in her head, he even thought he could hear them. "So What's that! You've got in your hand then." John plays along.

"Err! Oh err just a cigarette." He starts to walk slowly on and Jane's the first to twig.

"Gis a drag on your joint mate." 

John turns. His head looks up to the heavens, like he's just been stopped by customs, with drugs stashed in his bag. His head comes down slowly, turns and looks Jane right between the eyes. 

"Oh and so how old are you." Jane look's down and to her left.

"19 ½ ." John now knows she's lying from the direction of her gaze, but the ½ just makes it too easy.

"Yeah sure." He still looks her straight in the eyes, but this time he smirked as he says it. He turns again. This time he only takes a single step before the truth comes from Anne behind him.

"OK! OK! Were 18" says Anne. "Give as a drag or well bust you in." John turn's and smiles directly at Anne.

"I hate sharing take one each," he throws them to the girls and then lights them up. 

The girls have obviously smoked a good many joints before. They know how to hold them between and during drags. They know to hold the smoke in as long as possible, but most importantly they don't cough up the first two or three drags, because the pot's burning the back of their throats.

Within a few minutes they are all stoned and talking freely. In fact the girls wont shut up. John is soon introduced and then informed about their sixth form College, their favourite colour, band and male lead actor.

Seeing that he's reached a new level of trust he suggests they move off the canal and into the doorway of an old warehouse, a few yards from where they're standing. The girls see the sense in this and actually go further into the building than John had hoped. The building has no roof so it's not dark and the two girls now use discarded masonry as make shift chairs. The three sit in a circle smoking their joints, chatting about crap and even having a laugh about some common media driven memory they share.

John can not believe his luck. Here he is sitting round getting stoned with two gorgeous, young women, with short revealing pleated skirts, that were even now riding up their young sleek inviting thighs. Worst case scenario is he now has good 'jerking off' material for tonight, but no, he wants more. He will kick himself for the rest of his life if he doesn't try something with them. 

Thirty years from now he could be some old man sitting in his urine soaked rain coat riding a bus for entertainment on a bleak rain soaked November afternoon. For no apparent reason his fellow passengers would hear him say "SHIT" and only he would know that it was the lament for this missed fuck. Still driving him crazy after thirty years, like the missed fucks twenty years ago do know. That thought now drives John on. 

John look's across at Jane. She has started to wilt. It is becoming obvious that he has before him the two definitive types of pot smokers. As Jane is getting more and more 'monged', by the pot, her head is getting heavier and heavier. Very soon she will have to lie down where ever she can. Anne on the other hand is a talker. He knows he could probably ask her anything right now, no matter how personal and Anne would tell him, not thinking a thing of it.

A few minutes later Anne is still chatting on about the latest soap on TV and the joints are all but gone. Jane slides down the wall she's on, until she's lying flat on the floor. Its long since reverted to grass so is not too uncomfortable. John looks at Jane and enjoys what he sees. Her skirt is now up round her waist, her white silk knickers plainly in view, as is the outline of her young sex. She's still awake and knows what's going on, but now she's just an observer until the drugs where off.

Anne look's down at here friend and is not shocked.

"She's lasted longer than usual today." They both smile at the shared joke. "So Anne do you have a boy friend." He knows full well the answer, but wants to get the subject on to sex a.s.a.p. "Yea he's great. He's a year older than me and has his own car." He knows this was supposed to impressed him, so play's along. "That's great, but does he like you?," John asks. She looks puzzled. "We've bin going out for WEEKS!," says Anne "Yes, but does he like you"? "Yes I think so. Why do you ask? What's it to you?" It's obvious Anne's threatened by these questions. John pick's up on this at once. "Oh nothing I was just wondering. So, if you know he likes you, then the two of you must have had sex. "

"What! No, no we haven't"

"OK so how do you know?" Asks John. "I, I just do. Look what are you getting at?" Asks Anne. "Well your a young girl I'm not surprised you don't know this. You haven't had a chance to get some understanding of men. Young men are very different from women. When a women meets a man she looks at him and judges his appearance. Then she hears what he says and judges his words. Finally she judges his future prospects and in her head a green light for, yes I like him or a red light for, walk away, goes on."

"A man on the other hand works in a much simpler way. He meets and goes out with a girl and all the time he's thinking when are we going to fuck. A man could go out with a woman for years and still that's the No. 1 item in his head. WHEN? The women might as well be reciting the English dictionary on their dates. A man will not make a judgement on a girl until he's laid her." 

John pauses for a moment to let this sink in. Anne's looking at him open mouthed. He guesses half of her doesn't believe him and the other half of her is nursing her bruised ego, knowing what he's said is true. The thought that Jake might think her anything other than the most exciting person in the world had not entered her head until now. She finishes her joint. John had finished his a few minutes back. He lights up his fourth and stands up to pass it to her. As he does so he, walks over and sits down between Anne and the prostrate Jane.

"Oh hold on. Jake's not like that. He's told me he wants to wait until I'm ready."

"OK so what if he had said I want it NOW! You would have said no and thought him a selfish bastard. From his point of view the fish has slipped the hook.

The fact is that you will only know if he likes you when you have sex. It will no longer be an issue to Jake and he will start concentrating on what your saying." By this time Anne is looking like her whole world's come to an end. Her mouth's open and her face expressionless. John new this argument no matter how sound would have been given short shrift by a young girl like Anne if she wasn't off her skull on pot and getting higher. But still he was surprised at how much she was taking this to heart.

"So I have to have sex, if I'm going to be happy with Jake?," Anne said. The joint was being passed back and forth. "Yes Anne you have to have sex and soon." She started to sob a little. "Oh, what's up" said John. He puts his arm round her shoulder and leans his head close to hers. "Come on what's up. I didn't mean to make you cry." He rubs her shoulder gently, enjoying the firmness and warmth of here touch. The fragrant smell of her hair entices him to breath deeply into it. "I, I'm scared I don't know what to do. It all seams so." She sobbed again. "There there," John says. "Its OK ." He puts his hand on her chin and guides her face round to his and then places the joint in her mouth one last time. She drags the joint deeply down into her lungs and holds it for a few seconds. John sees the muscles in her face relax and he knows she's his. As she look's deep into his eyes, Anne sees Jake and John knows it. She's not with him in mind, only body. But that's OK that's what he wants..

"Now John. Now!," he thinks. He brushes her hair gently with his hand and kisses her softly on the lips. Her eyes close and she is lost in the moment. John continues the slow patient kissing. Brushing her hair and working his hand slowly down to her blouse. He releases her arms from a protective posture round her waist and wrap's them around his shoulders. 

She begins to respond to his advances and soon her tongue is exploring the inside of his mouth and her hands come to life and run wild through the hair on the back of his head. This continues for a few minutes and then John sweeps Anne up into his arms and with one last kiss, turns her over so she's on all fours, with her arse up in the air presented for his pleasure. She's not got the energy to resist or request her preferences. Instead she supports herself on her elbows with her face resting on the soft mossy grass of the warehouse and her eyes still closed.

John just cant wait, but he makes himself. 

He takes a second to admire the beautiful shape before him, as he unbuckles the thick, straining, brown leather belt that hold up his jeans. Her arse is still covered by the short black skirt, but now as he kicks off his jeans and boxers he rests his hands on the backs of her legs, just below the hem of her skirt. Her skin is warm and firm. There is only the slightest give in it as he lays his hands flat and brings them up underneath the hem until his fingers touch the start of her knickers. Anne sighs as she feel the heat of John hands on her legs. His hands cross her pants, taking the short skirt with them until the shirt is gathered around her wait. 

Johns patience has gone. He rips both sides off the knickers simultaneously and exposes a full, firm white peach of a back side. Her legs are slightly apart and Johns 8 inch monster is already at attention, so he moves into position. As he puts the head of his dick at the entrance to her cunt he bends over her back, remembering the story told by Anne earlier, he puts his hands under her blouse. Then in one slow steady motion he impales her with his dick and runs his warm hands over her abdomen and up for his first snatch of her full breasts. Surprisingly she is already wet and so there is little more than a whimper of pleasure from Anne. Also John finds her insides warm, really warm and as a result once he starts fucking his dick seems more sensitive.

"Oh God, you good little bitch," he says. He groans as his fucking changes from short stabs to long sweeping strokes. He lifts her up by the breasts until she's standing and moaning with the pleasure of each thrust. Each thrust becomes more powerful and starts lifting Anne's slight body of her feet. 

John can feel his lower body tense up and his spine fill with spunk. He looks across and sees Jane still lying on the floor looking up at him and smiling. He's about to cum, but there's something unsettling about the look Jane's giving him. Anne's whole body is by this time shuddering and her moans have become screams. John again looks down at Jane and sees she's playing with herself, quite expertly. Her fingers are extended and playing with her clit. She's climaxing fast and lifting and arching her back as she does. This is too much for Dave and he starts to pump his load into Anne's body as she too climaxes.

John stumbles to a halt. He's exhausted and drops the limp body of Anne to the floor. He's used and discarded her and now he look's across at Jane, for seconds .

However something's not right in Johns world. He takes a few faltering steps, then stumbles to the floor, his legs are refusing to work. He's still breathing hard from his excursions and looks up at the prostrate Jane. Her hands are no longer at work on her clit, but trying to remove her knickers which look to have had been inflicted with some sort of acid attack. She pays no attention to the struggling John and simply regains her feet, dusts herself down and walks over to talk to the now happily smiling Anne.

He's dammed if Jane's going to get away from him now, so he tries to get up. This time he manages to sit upright against an old foundation stone. He looks at his naked legs and groin and screams. He scream echo's all round the old warehouse and is that of a man seeing his worst nightmare. His legs and his, still hard dick, are now dissolving before his eyes. His hands go down instinctively to hold and heal the damaged area, but the rough and clumsy grasping of his penis only causes his flesh to come away, like the skin of an old, over ripe pear. 

Johns mind goes into shock. He stops screaming and starts mumbling faint helps directed at the girls. The girls are huddled together dispassionately looking on, as john pathetically tries to stop the blood, which is now gushing from his body.

Within a few short minutes John's left sitting in a pool of his own blood and dissolved flesh. In each hand he holds the decomposing sods of skin and flesh that were once his balls and looking up at him on the floor is what appears to be a small severed fish head. John sits looking ahead, quiet and accepting of his future. His blood is still draining from his body and the world round him is getting smaller and smaller, like an old TV set shutting off for the night.

"Not angels," he said and then died.

"What was that," Anne said, "Not Angels, well DERRR. I swear Jane men are just so! Stupid!"

Jane walks over to John and closes his eyes and then walks back to Anne.

"Still he was! a go-ER. He gave you a good seeing too" said Jane, "Yeah and his pot was excellent," said Anne. "Y'know Jane he did say something that was interesting."

"What"

"Oh you know about what men are really thinking when their out with us"

"Oh yeah I caught that" says Jane. "Is that why you fucked him."

"Yeah I thought what the hell If that's what they really think. Still if this keeps happening where going to have to go to the clinic and get a shot or something. I cant imagine this is normal."

They walk to the door of the warehouse and take one final affectionate look back at the empty shell that was John.



Nasty Cassie



The sun, red and angry was just starting to set. I stopped pacing long enough to look out over the city. My wife, Jill and I had a wonderful view from the eighth floor of our hotel room but I wasn’t really in the mood to enjoy it. My brother, Conrad had been nominated for a regional music award and I had just learned he had given my ticket to the event to an old friend of his. 

“So, what’s the big deal” Jill called out from behind the bathroom door. “You didn’t want to come in the first place, in fact, I thought you would be happier..”

“Well, have a nice time” I muttered, glaring out the plate glass window. 

“Why don’t you just call up a friend?” Jill asked, choosing to ignore the sarcasm “It’s not like you don’t know anyone here”.

I realized she was right. I pulled out my wallet and fished around for a slip of paper I knew was buried deep within. As Jill came out of the bathroom I picked up the phone and began dialing. 

A loud knock on the door meant Conrad and Cassie had arrived to take Jill to the awards show. Jill opened the door to reveal mys, waiting impatiently. 

Cassie’s lithe body was sheathed in a strapless, white lace evening gown. Starched, scalloped lace at the mid-calf hemline and along the plunging bodice contrasted with her smooth, darkly tanned skin. I savored every inch from painted toe to carefully coiffed, honey blonde hair. A long string of gumball-sized white pearls hung at her throat and disappeared into the dark crevice of her cleavage. My worshiping was broken as I noticed, from the corner of my eye, Jill waving goodbye. I waved back halfheartedly and continued staring at Cassie. The four inch heels of her white sandals accentuated her thin calves. The slim straps wrapped tightly around her petite ankles and feet. As she pivoted to turn her firm thigh and long lean legs flashed in the side slit of the dress. A cascade of smooth blond hair was framed by the expanse of warm, inviting flesh from the middle of her back to the top of her delicately sculpted shoulders. 

Cassie leaned away too far and reached suddenly to Conrad for support. It was only seven o’clock and she was already inebriated. Our eyes met and I realized Cassie was sneering, at me. Jill slammed the door behind her as a voice on the phone called out to me.

“Koffi, please” I asked and waited as the receptionist tracked him down.

A few minutes later and Koffi was on the phone. I explained my situation to him and he agreed, wholeheartedly to coming over after his afternoon shift, for a few drinks.

I hung up the phone and thought about the last time I had seen Cassie in an evening dress. I couldn’t imagine anything comparing to that memory. But as it turned out, I was wrong.

At nine I left the room and went down to the hotel lounge. The mellow sounds of a live jazz band greeted me. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I realized the place was almost empty. I chose a booth in the back corner and ordered a highball from the disinterested waitress. 

I had been waiting for about a half hour when a flash of dark flesh and white fabric caught my attention. Cassie teetered into the lounge, heading straight towards me. Her long slender neck and wide, soft shoulders perfectly complimented the simple elegance of the white evening gown. The figured cloth clung tightly to her and I enjoyed the silhouette of her shapely figure. Her firm, pointy breasts pushed out sharply against the material. She came over and sat down heavily, a pained look on her face.

“He didn’t win, did he?” I asked carefully. 

“No” Cassie said looking sullenly at my drink. “They gave it to some eighteen year old bimbette.”

I stifled a laugh. That bimbette was the best talent this city had produced in the last fifteen years.

“Let me guess, you made a scene, and they politely asked you to leave?” I was pretty sure I knew what the answer would be.

“Not so politely” she muttered, still eying my drink.

“Can I buy you a drink Cassie?” I finally asked “It’s Mai-Tai’s you like, right?”

She nodded and I waved down the waitress for help. I stared at Cassie from across the table. She had pinned her long honey blond hair up away from her face, away from her light blue eyes. She eyed me suspiciously but smiled back, her brilliant white teeth framed by full, deep red lips. 

“That’s new, isn’t it?” I asked, referring to the dress but taking the opportunity to stare at her breasts. 

“Are you alright?” she asked with contempt. 

“Yeah I’ll be fine” I said, hoping I wasn’t staring too much. “I was just thinking about the last time I saw you in an evening dress.”

Cassie rolled her eyes, irritated. 

“It never happened” she said firmly. 

“Yeah, okay…” I said, unconvinced. 

The discussion ground to a halt as the waitress set the drink on the table. Without a word of thanks or acknowledgment Cassie brought the straw to her lips, her cheeks sucking in deeply. 

My eyes were once more locked on to her ample cleavage when a familiar voice boomed out from across the room.

“Bob?” I looked up, annoyed at the interruption.

A dark figure of a man closed in on us. 

“Bob, how are you?” asked a deep voice with a heavy accent which was hard to place.

“Koffi?” I stood up and shook his outstretched hand. 

He was exactly the same as when we had met, a few years earlier. He was still a stocky black kid with a warm, friendly disposition. 

He had shown up one morning looking for work at the shop I was managing. He seemed like a good kid who needed a break, so I hired him. It turned out I had done him a bigger favour than I had known. His working status was running out and if he hadn’t found work on that day he was going to be sent back to Nigeria. He told me later, if he had boarded the plane, a death squad would have been waiting for him to touch down on the other side. Less than a year later business had slowed down and I was forced to lay off Koffi along with a dozen others. He found work elsewhere but would drop by the shop from time to time. He always felt he owed me for helping him. 

“Are you with someone?” he inquired, his eyes sopping up Cassie.

I introduced him to my sister and he flashed a bright, wide smile. He wore dress pants and a pressed white shirt, his skin, the color of black velvet. 

“Would you like to join us?” I asked him, watching for Cassie’s reaction out of the corner of my eye. 

Koffi looked Cassie over, waiting for her response, his broad smile growing and infectious. Cassie smiled back, so I quickly nodded for Koffi to sit. Over the following hour we all got to know each other better and enjoyed more drinks. Cassie was fascinated by Koffi’s hands, I must admit they were huge, a feature I had never noticed when he worked for me. We kept Cassie’s Mai-Tai’s flowing. 

At one point I needed to relieve myself and when I returned I was surprised to find Cassie and Koffi sitting closely together. 

“Koffi was just telling me, where he comes I would be treated like a Goddess” her voice was a little slurred but she sounded excited too. The condescension she had regarded me with earlier seemed to be waning. 

We talked some more of Koffi’s land before Cassie got bored and started fidgeting restlessly.

She nuzzled into me, cheek to cheek. 

“He’s very sweet” she said softly. 

She was beginning to regard me like a trusted conspirator, once again.

At that moment I was willing to take a chance to find out just how much confidence she had in me. And I wanted to know just how excited she was. I casually placed my hand on her bare leg. 

But she surprised me by immediately extending her hand to Koffi. 

“Would you care to dance?” she asked him quickly. 

Koffi looked at her with his dazzling white smile before sliding out. I sat back and watched my tipsy sister trying to dance with a black man, a stranger to her. Even in heels Cassie was just a little shorter than him. They moved closer together and Cassie tried to take the lead.

They stayed out on the dance floor for a few songs. After each one they would stand a little closer, grind a little harder. Koffi was an awful dancer. He just couldn’t seem to find the beat. Cassie kept trying but I could tell it was getting painful. They gave up completely when a faster song started. Koffi led her back to our table, her hand completely enveloped by his. They sat together closely and I had to move over to get next to Cassie. I set my hand on the top of her hip, which was exposed by the slit in the dress. Slowly I moved my hand closer to find out just how wet she had become. I was shocked to find Koffi’s hand there already, softly caressing her. Cassie looked over at me and smiled helplessly. 

She leaned over and began gently nibbling on Koffi’s ear lobe, then rimmed the edge of his ear with the tip of her tongue. I closed my eyes. 

“Can he come upstairs?” She whispered over to me softly. 

I was helpless to do anything but nod, first to Cassie and a moment later, when she wasn’t looking, to Koffi. He grinned back happily.

I announced it was time to go. I had dropped a bundle on drinks and I wanted to make sure I had enough energy to live every single moment of this evening to its fullest. Koffi and Cassie went out together while I stayed and signed for the tab. They were talking by the elevators when I went over. Cassie was fidgeting with her room card. We went up silently to the 9th floor, Cassie standing close to Koffi. When the elevator doors opened Cassie stepped out and down the hall. Koffi and I both watched how gracefully her body moved in the white dress. We shuffled out together, both staring at the strides formed from her long legs. 

Once we were all inside her room Cassie snuck over to the hall closet and pulled something off a hanger. Sheilding us from seeing it and giggling she excused herself to the washroom. I walked past the dimly lit lamps by the double bed to the large window and opened the curtains to reveal the lights of the city.

“Fantastic” said Koffi behind me.

“Yea, it looks so perfect from up here doesn’t it” I stated.

“I meant Cassie” Koffi said quietly, smiling. 

I went to the mini-bar and pulled out a bottle of chilled white wine, it was domestic but I knew it would still kill Conrad when he saw it on the bill. I poured three glasses and sat at the foot of the bed waiting for Cassie to come out. 

The bathroom door opened, Cassie stepped out, still in her heels. She was naked beneath an unbuttoned, long grey fur coat. The pearl necklace still glimmered on the supple skin of her shoulders and breasts. When she moved, the coat parted to expose the silk lining and her naked figure from throat to toe. I held my breath.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked, reaching for her glass. 

She wasn’t asking me but I nodded, speechless. I could feel my heartbeat throbbing in my ears. Cassie took a mouthful of the wine and set the glass on the dresser. She wrapped her arms around Koffi’s neck and kissed him deeply, pushing the wine from her mouth into his. They stood together for a few minutes, holding each other. Reaching inside the coat, Koffi’s hands started flowing over Cassie, starting at the tops of her shoulders, moving down over her breasts to her flat stomach and onto her hips, and pulling her closer to him. 

Cassie reached down the front of his pants and raised her eyes in surprise. She slid down him until she was on her knees. She pulled Koffi’s pants down to his ankles and impatiently helped him step out. She ran her hands up his dark legs until they rested on the waistband of his boxers. Pulling these down to the base of his well muscled thighs she was rewarded as his prick rose up to greet her. She grunted with approval before she leaned back, opened her mouth and slowly engulfed as much of him as she could. Slowly savoring every second she pulled back before plunging forward again. Koffi gasped and reached down to hold her face in both hands. He pumped his hips forward, uncertainly at first but then with greater confidence. Cassie licked and swallowed his long black cock, the effort producing a noisy, slurping sound. Koffi pulled her face up and Cassie, still on her knees unwillingly released his cock from her mouth gazing up at him with those big blue eyes. She moved her head back, waiting for his kiss but Koffi leaned down and spat into her upturned face and opened mouth. She closed her lips and swallowed down his spit before opening her mouth again, wide.

Cassie was soon moaning once more as she went back to gobbling down his cock. Koffi reached down to pull himself away but Cassie didn’t want to stop. He encircled her throat with both hands and lifted until she was standing. With one hand still around her throat he reached out and clawed the long coat off her shoulders and away from her body. He hungrily sucked and chewed on her bared breasts. Finally he pushed her roughly back and onto the bed. I moved to lie beside her. Koffi fell between her legs and began assaulting her pussy with his hands and mouth. Cassie’s head lolled toward me, spit and pre-cum smeared on her lips and face. Her eyes were closed and I kissed her fully as she began to moan loudly. His thumb rubbed her nib as he forced two then three thick fingers into her, as deeply as he could. The bed was shaking from her thrusting into Koffi’s hand. Her face twisted, her body tensed and I knew he had brought her to orgasm. 

“Congratulations” I whispered in her ear “Looks like someone’s a winner tonight.” She gazed over at me with a serene smile.

Koffi rose up and begin to position himself between her long legs. 

“Wait a minute” she said, suddenly awoken from her reverie. Extending her arms to hold him back she continued, “I’m not on the pill anymore; you’ll have to wear a condom” 

She looked over at me for support but all I could do was smile sheepishly. Meanwhile Koffi looked at us both with a mixture of confusion and frustration. 

“I have a box in the overnight bag in the bathroom” she whispered to me urgently. “Go grab them, quickly”. 

Suddenly feeling protective of Cassie, I pulled myself off the bed and hustled into the bathroom. In the overnight bag was a box of extra large condoms and I wondered if those could really be for her husband, Conrad. I ran back out into the room but Koffi’s cock was already poised at the entrance to Cassie’s pussy. I scampered up to the bed and pushed the box into Koffi’s face. 

“Here” I said, too sharply “you have to wear one, there’s no way in hell she’s having a black baby.” 

Koffi stared over at me, hurt. Still staring he lunged forward. Cassie grunted beneath him helplessly. She grunted again when he pulled all the way out before plunging all the way back in. Utterly speechless, I shook the box in his face. He pushed himself up onto one elbow and without losing rhythm he reached for the box and threw it across the room. 

“Now wait just a God damned minute” I said, running to retrieve the box. 

I turned around and watched as he placed his enormous hands on Cassie’s breasts, almost completely containing them. 

“Harder” she moaned “squeeze them harder”

The muscles in Koffi’s arms flexed as he squeezed and pulled on Cassie’s breasts. His whole body suddenly started to contort as his back, thighs and ass tightened and he began to quickly come, deep inside Cassie. 

He continued plunging into Cassie clawing her breasts to pull himself in deeper. He remained until he was covered with a thick sheen of sweat. He pulled out slowly and with him came a large clot of his seed which ran down between Cassie’s ass cheeks. She only had eyes for Koffi. 

He pulled himself up and sat in the desk chair, his legs splayed wide, his cock glistening and still semi-hard, twitching in time to his slowing heartbeat. 

Cassie took a deep breath, got up and kneeled down at Koffi’s feet putting his shrinking cock into her mouth, cleaning it as she rolled it around. Her upturned ass was calling to me and I realized this was my chance. I pulled down my pants and dropped my underwear with my cock stuck to it with pre-cum. I positioned myself behind Cassie’s ass and prepared to enter her, as excited as a school boy. But Koffi put up a big black hand.

“Don’t forget the condom” he said laughing.

He was right, damnit. I looked behind me for the box and frantically tore the package open and removed a condom. I pulled it over my cock and the condom slid off, landing on the rug. I looked down in astonishment as Koffi laughed loudly. I picked up the condom and once more pulled it onto my cock, it was a bit like trying to wear your father’s galoshes but I used one hand to hold it on as I positioned myself behind Cassie. 

I slid inside her easily, very easily, she was wet and nasty and as I probed her Koffi’s cock started to come to life. Cassie was focused on it and I’m not even sure she even knew I was having sex with her. A few more strokes and I realized this wasn’t working. 

I pulled out, slipped off the condom and raised myself up with my cock poised at the tight ring of her ass. I pushed forward gently and Cassie peered back at me with a scowl. This was better, at least I had her attention. Koffi reached down, placed one hand on each of her ass cheeks and firmly spread them wider for me. I pushed forward, gently but steadily. It was such a magnificent sight, my cock, once more buried to the hilt in Cassie’s smooth white ass. She was trying to say something but Koffi’s cock effectively muffled her. I pulled out slowly and began to use her tight ass in earnest. 

Her body rocked back and forth, skewered on our cocks. Her breasts, still red from Koffi’s rough handling, rocked back and forth. I don’t know how long I lasted, it seemed like only moments but I know it was more. I finally pushed my cock into her as deeply as I could and tried to give her a Bob-enema she would never forget. When I was done, I could feel my shrinking cock being pushed out of her. I scanned the area hoping to find something to clog the nasty flow I knew would follow. Koffi understood my need and quickly undid the clasp holding Cassie’s pearl necklace. He let the necklace roll down her back toward me. I regarded it skeptically. But he was right; the pearls did the job in the end, literally. Spent and exhausted, I collapsed at the foot of the bed. 

Koffi stood up and towed Cassie by his cock over to the window. A short, dangling tail of glazed pearls wagged happily with each movement of her ass. He pushed her down so she was on her hands and knees on the rug, her filled ass facing him. She moaned for him as he swept aside her long legs and entered her pussy again, forcefully. Cassie was panting as he pushed himself back onto her. 

Koffi’s ass repeatedly rose and descended to drive into my sister. Cassie’s tiny feet were curled up, her red, painted toes clenching every time Koffi drove in. My hand reached down to grab the condom box but I realized it didn’t matter, I wasn’t going to be able to get him to wear one anyway. After a few minutes she let out a long low moan and came again, the lips of her used pussy contracting over and over. Koffi wasn’t ready though. He used her until she collapsed spread-eagled on the rug and still he carried on. Finally Koffi drove forward and froze, his cock completely buried in Cassie’s pussy before driving into her maniacally over and over. White juice ran out around his cock down over Cassie’s engorged clit before soaking into the rug. Koffi collapsed forward, staying on and in Cassie. I watched, fascinated as his cock twitched inside her. I got up and saw them smiling at each other, their faces inches apart. He kissed her on the lips. 

“Have you had enough yet?” he asked earnestly.

“No” Cassie shook her head playfully. 

I did a double take. We had just given her more sex in an hour than she could get in a month and she wanted more? 




Nasty Cassie



Slowly Koffi untangled himself from Cassie’s outstretched arms and legs. He stood up and offered his hand. He pulled her up and offered her the coat which had fallen to the floor. 

“Here” he said gently, “put it on”.

Cassie took it eagerly and pulled the coat over her naked form. She grabbed the corner of the bedspread and wiped the growing, silvery trail of fluid beading down the inside of her legs. He gave her a moment then led her to the door. 

They were leaving? If anything happened to Cassie I knew who’d be getting it up the ass next, me. I lurched to my feet as Koffi opened the door, Cassie in tow. I was pulling my pants back up and grabbing my coat when the door closed behind them. I scampered to the door and out just in time to see the elevator doors closing behind them. 

“Christ!” I shouted as I sprinted down the hallway towards the elevators, pounding on the call button. 

An eternity later an elevator door opened and I dashed inside jamming the button for the lobby. When the doors opened I bolted out, across the lobby and found them both waiting at the front entrance.

“Can I come?” I asked sheepishly.

“Of course” Koffi’s voice boomed out. “Who do you think is driving?” he laughed once more.

I skulked away to the Hotel parking lot and found the station wagon.

I drove to the front entrance. Cassie and Koffi got into the front seat. Within moments she was nuzzling up against him, her hand caressing his crotch. 

“I know a place we can go” he said, after we had pulled out onto the street. “Drive straight until you get to Wilshire, then turn left”. 

Cassie spread her legs wide. The movement opened the coat fully. She slid down on the smooth satin lining, exposing her completely. Her ass was on the edge of the seat with her toes gripping the dash. We pulled up to a red light and the stark light from the street flooded in. Cassie gripped Koffi’s wrist with both hands, plunging with as many fingers as he would give her sloppy pussy. I reached over to stroke the inside of her leg. Cassie reached out for my hand, pulling it down and inside her, alongside Koffi’s. I could feel Cassie’s heat and her muscles contracting around my fingers. Her head was resting on my shoulder, eyes closed. Soft moans escaped from her pursed lips. With his free hand, Koffi began tugging at the string of pearls still housed in her ass. He pulled it, glistening pearl by pearl, moan by moan until it was free, finally hanging it from my rearview mirror.

“Left here!” he suddenly shouted with amusement and I pulled my hand free as I almost missed the turn.

Moments later we turned down a desolate side street and stopped in front of a run down two story house. The front yard was littered with shopping carts. Some were overturned while others were full, of what, I could not imagine. Lights and music spilled out of the ground floor windows, someone was having a party. 

Koffi pulled Cassie, naked, out of the car. The interior lights revealed a disgusting puddle growing on my dashboard, just beneath the pearls.

He slammed the door before I could even ask where we were. I locked up the car and walked towards the house. Koffi and Cassie were already inside. I went up to the open front door but my entrance was blocked by a large black man. 

“I need to get in” I said, as bravely as I could. 

The man shook his head and motioned me away. Behind him, a dozen young men, all black, were all excited about something, but what? I heard a shriek and saw white flesh dashing through the room, chased by a horde of black men. I put my head in my hands, what had she done?

“I’m a friend of Koffi’s” I explained but the big man took no notice. 

I tried several times to get in the house, through the back door, through windows but my way was always barred. I thought about calling the police but I seriously doubted they came down to this part of town after midnight. Even if they did show up there was little they could do. Cassie was there on her own volition. The night was getting colder. I started to shiver as my imagination got the best of me and I thought of Cassie being smuggled out of the country to serve as a sex slave for the Congolese rebel army. If there really was such a thing.

At one point I went to the curtainless front window, squinting into the bright light. I hoped Cassie was alright. A group of young, black men were arranged in a circle, surrounding something. The group separated just long enough to reveal Cassie, naked on all fours, giving head to a kid in front of her while another was behind her, banging her hard. Her breasts were being pulled back and out to the sides. I realized they had clamped a wide black binder clip to each of her breasts. A length of light chain ran over her back and connected the two clamps. The kid who was taking her from behind was sadistically yanking on her breasts with the chain. I moved away helplessly.

Later I returned to the window when the cacophony had reached a new level. A line had formed across the living room and part way up the stairs. At the front of the line, on the stairs was Cassie. She was on her knees, one hand clenching a baluster, her face a sweaty image of lust. One man lunged into her from behind while another in front attempted to pull her viciously up the stairs by the chain still gripping her breasts. I watched for a few minutes and realized they were playing a game, with my sister. A man would fuck her until the line behind him made such a row he would either have to force himself to come or pull out and go to the back of the line. Only then was Cassie allowed to progress up, one more stair. Needless to say the line was impatient and most of the young men were pummeling her for all they were worth. She was only half way up the stairs when I turned away, unable to watch more.

I went back into the yard and sat with my back against the tree. The flies were intolerable. They swarmed over the shopping carts half filled with rotting fruits and vegetables. I assumed these had come from the dumpsters of a vegetable store we had passed a few blocks away. 

I awoke, at about five in the morning, to find the sun was starting to rise. The house was dark and quiet. I crept up to the front, wary of the doorman. But he was gone. I let myself in. The living room was covered with young men sleeping wherever they could find a niche.

I had read about places like this, teeming with immigrant black men from Africa. They would share the house, and whatever was inside it. 

I could find no sign of Cassie. I went further into the house, past bedrooms with boys and young men sleeping on the floor or in sitting positions with their backs against a wall. I came back out to the living room and crept up the stairs, the damp treads creaking under my weight. 

At the top of the stairs was a closed door but light spilled out beneath it. I crept up to the door and heard the grunting of hard labour. I squatted down and cautiously opened the door a few inches to peek inside. A woman was facing away from me, straddling the edge of a bathtub, naked but for a filthy towel under her. One reddened leg, breast and arm hung limply over the edge. 

I realized it was Cassie, in the bathroom, completely exposed, her left hand hanging limply over an iron pipe beside the toilet. Riding her was a fat black kid. He was ramming his long, hard cock into Cassie’s ass. I looked closer at my gorgeous but damaged sister and a horrible darkness fell upon me. She wasn’t moving. This kid was battering her ass and she didn’t even acknowledge he was there. The kid grunted louder still, pushing down onto the small of Cassie’s back as he unloaded himself into her. He pulled out and stepped back. Her ass was gaping and red. I watched and waited for it to close up, to twitch and pucker until it closed, but it wouldn’t. It just stayed open and inviting, rivulets of white liquid draining slowly out. The kid wiped his cock on a corner of the towel. Come was dripping down the inside of Cassie’s bruised thigh and onto the floor. The kid stood up and I ducked out of the doorway and waited. I slipped back into the shadows and he walked past. He had left the door open and the lights on. He went down the hall without noticing me. 

I crept in and closed the door behind me. Teeth had punctured her soft skin and two inch wide purple welts ran across her back, ass and thighs. Marks left by a belt. Her breasts were marred by rectangular bruises and cuts left behind from the clamps. I wondered how much she had endured. Her ass was still not closing up. I noticed a partially eaten cob of corn pushed deep into her pussy. The liquid from her ass was running over what kernels remained and dripped incessantly onto the towel which was too soaked to hold any more. I realized now the cob was there to tighten up her ass. When they pushed down on the small of her back the corn would provide resistance. I thought of the rotting vegetables outside and shuddered to think where this one had come from. Cassie’s hand moved and she started to stir. I went to her and brushed the greasy, sweat soaked hair from her strained face. She embraced me with wide, frightened eyes and I knew the lust had lost its power over her. She tried to move. 

“Bob?” she called out desperately. 

I reached out and put my finger to her lips to silence her. 

“Oh Bob” she was sobbing now, the tears running down her cheeks. Her small fingers clenched the pipe like a toddler gripping the bars of a crib. I moved over to her and held her close.

I knew from my previous experience with Cassie, she had brought this on herself. But I still felt sorry for her. She tried to move but the stiffness in her limbs made it impossible. I reached back to remove the offending piece of corn. I manage to get it part way before, but Cassie cried out in pain so I gently pushed it back in. I lifted her and carried her awkwardly down the stairs and out of the house. 

Once outside I set Cassie down on the dead grass of the lawn and tried to help her stand, but it was no use. I took off my shirt and draped it over her. She shivered in the cold. I carried her to the car and placed her carefully in the back seat. The morning light was growing and she fell asleep the moment we pulled away. 

By the time I got her home it was midmorning. Some of her neighbors who were out cutting their grass stared as I carried Cassie into the house. Her coat and pearls draped over her limp form. It must have appeared very peculiar. I took her inside and bathed her and swabbed down the cuts with disinfectant. Her ass had almost closed again but she would be sore all over for the next few weeks. She had more men in that evening than most women enjoyed in a lifetime and I wondered how it would change her. 

It wasn’t too difficult for me to convince Conrad and Jill I had been forced to drop an angry, inebriated Cassie off at her house the previous evening. I would love to know how she explained the marks to Conrad. 

It’s been six months since that blessed event and we’re soon to have another. Cassie is expecting to give birth in three months and she’s already huge. Every time I see her she has this desperate glaze in her eyes and all I can do is laugh. I am really looking forward to everyone’s reaction, when the baby is born. 



Nasty Cousin Sarah



There I was with that all to familiar taste on my tongue and the moans of pleasure filling my room. This girl wasn't like the normal girls I found in my bed. She was a petite 34B - 24 - 34 with brilliant blue eyes and the very long legs. Typically the women in my bed had 38c or larger breasts and big spank-able-ass. I think I'm getting ahead of my self so let me start at the beginning. 

It all started on the 4th of July weekend when I was 23 and my 18 year old cousin Sarah had just graduated high school. Her family was there for the holidays. This created a dangerous situation, a house load of women and loss of much needed sexual release. Sexual frustration would set in after a few days. Going from nightly Sex to nothing would get to anyone. 

I am still the typical 20 year old going out with my friends almost nightly and that Friday was no different. It started out with us watching the summer blockbuster movie. After It was over we decided it was time to hit the bars, and for us that was the neighborhood bar. You know the one where you walk in the door and they know you buy name. The night started with the usual pulled pork and a good dark beer. Next came the hard stuff Jamison on the rocks, vodka shots, and vodka and red bulls. This was usually the time that we would be looking around to find our girl for the night. (Fuck) I remembered that I couldn't bring anyone home. So the boys and I decided to go back to my place and have some cigars and beer. When everyone was done smoking and was drunk the DD. drove my friends home.

I clumsily opened the door with intentions of not waking anyone up as I went up the stairs to my room. My attempts were unsuccessful because Sarah ended up following me up the stairs to talk about this and that. We ended staying up really late till I eventually passing out. The next morning I tried to walk threw what happened and the last thing I remember was my friends leaving. It was strange because I felt so exhausted. 

When I got down stairs everyone was already eating and had decided that we were going to stay at the house and swim in the pool. So I changes and was floating in the deep end when my cousin opened the door and walked out in the smallest black bikini I had ever seen. My jaw dropped just for a second but will all my relatives around I had to keep it hidden. The cousins all decided on playing pool games like Marco Polo, volleyball, and other similar games. It all started innocent enough but every chance Sarah got she would rub up against my crotch trying to get me worked up. After a few hours of this I decided that It was time to go inside to get ready for another UFC fight night with the boys. 

We spent another night at the neighborhood bar this time running into some very fine looking women. They kept us out till all hours of the night but again I had no place to bring Emma back to so I got her number and planed on calling her later. So again the boys and I decided on going back to my place to have cigars and beer all of us getting drunk before we parted ways. I again tried unsuccessfully to not wake anyone up as I went to bed.

This time I had no idea that I had been followed upstairs by Sarah. This time she waited until I was passed out and then she pounced. I awoke with this strange feeling the next morning and there was something on my genitals that I could not put my finger on. I decided it would be best if I got in the shower and cleaned up. After I got dressed I went down stairs to eat breakfast with the family. The whole time I was trying to figure out what had happened last night. I knew I didn't bring a girl home but did noticed there was a new number in my phone so it must have been a good night. I then noticed out of the corner of my eye that on Sarah's face there was a knowing smile. This just puzzled me more she must have known something about what happened.

Today was another pool day with the same little games that happened yesterday. Making me really wonder what might have happened last night. My confusion didn't last long because my phone rang and the boys decided to go back over to the bar and have another night out. This time I decided to drink only beer and only got a buzz. We repeated the same cigar and beer routine of the previous nights. This time I managed to get up in bed without being followed but that's because there was someone already in my room waiting for her opportunity. 

She waited until she thought I was sleeping and again started out slow. First pulling my comforter down slowly to my feet then she pulled my sheets down slowly. Passing my chest and slowly down to my waist where she paused maybe rethinking what she had done the past two days. Then without hesitation she flipped the sheets onto my feet. Releasing my average six and a half inches which started to react to the air. Next she reached out her slender hand to my cock and started to slowly work the shaft. She got it harder then it had ever been before she placed her mouth around the head and slowly started to suck. This was all it took for me to let out a low moan and to cause me to wake. 

I tried to gather my bearings and find out what was going on without moving and giving myself away. I kept a nice even breath but Sarah was so into her blow job that it wouldn't of mattered. When all of a sudden she stopped and froze almost contemplating something. For a moment I thought that she was thinking about stopping but she instead striped off her skin tight shirts. Leaving her in just a black thong and very little between us. She then continued to blow me but this time she attempted to deep throat me. She was only able to get partially down the first time. But after a few more tries she had her nose firmly planted into my pubic area, which caused me to groan a lot louder then the first time. Sarah flinch and cough on my cock allowing her teeth to scratched my shaft which caused me to revile that I was awake. 

So there we were Sarah looking like a deer in headlights staring me directly in the eyes. Next she start saying I'm sorry over and over trying to justify her action but with her hand still on my cock there was very little that I could say but to tell her everything is fine. Nothing could break threw her trance though, she was in shock. So finally I just pulled her head down and kissed her. This finally got her attention and she looked me in the eyes and I flipped her over onto her back rolling between her legs. I bent down and kissed her again on the lips. Next I started my way down her neck and down to her right nipple. I started there by biting it and sucking it in till it was hard. After it was nice and stiff I moved over to her left nipple and repeated the process. Now that both nipples were hard enough to cut glass I proceeded to kiss my way down to her abdomen.

I stopped briefly to reach up and pull here thong down taking it of and bringing it up to here nose letting her in hail her own sent. She took a deep breath and let out a soft moan that let me know she was into it. I proceeded back down her body to the little landing strip of peach fuzz that I found below. This lead me to the ultimate prize and it didn't take me long to take advantage of it. I started slowly by sucking the little nub getting it nice and hard. As I was working the clit I inserted my first two fingers into her tight snatch in search of her G-Spot. It only took a few minuets of this before she started to whimper and writhe in pleasure. I kept on going wracking her small frame with pleasure until all of a sudden she stiffened up and shook violently in an inaudible scream. Her extremely tight pussy became a vice that started massaging my fingers.

I couldn't take any more of this I moved up her body and slowly plunged the head of my cock between her moist pussy lips. God she was tight and so wet I didn't think that I would fit but the moisture let me slip in. I slowly started to piston in and out and damn it felt good. I didn't know how long I could last with this tight cunt wrapped around my dick. She wrapped her legs around me and started humping back into me driving my cock into her much harder. I then stop and she gives me this puzzled look but I grab hold of her around the waist and spun onto my back pulling her on top.

It was time for her to push the pace it started slow she seemed hesitant in her movements. So I drove up into her with 10 quick thrusts causing her to almost scream out in pleasure but she held back by biting her lip. She instinctively picked up the pace slamming down into me with renewed vigor. She was on the verge of her second orgasm and her pussy started to spasm bringing the both of us closer and closer to release. This caused me to start slamming back up into her harder as she pushed down faster. She fell over the edge first and started to whimper struggling not to scream out loud waking up the house. My orgasm started shortly after hers with spurt after spurt flooding her channel as her fluids splashed over my cock and balls. 

When our orgasms subsided we kissed passionately before she flopped down on to my chest and we let my cock soften and slip from her pussy. We moved into a spooning position with my soft cock placed between her lips. Soon Sarah fell asleep with my hands massaging her breasts. A few hours later I reluctantly had to wake her up and tell her to sneak down to the basement to get cleaned up without waking everyone else. I on the other hand wiped my self up rolled over and attempted to fall asleep. Wishing that she could have stayed in my bed all night.

Beep beep beep smack (damn alarm) 9am already shit I just fell asleep. Here I am again trying to piece together what happened last night. This time I was sure what had transpired but I just couldn't believe that it was my cousin that was the cause of my morning confusion. I headed down stairs to breakfast where I ran into Sarah and her smile but this time I was in the loop. The family decided to go to the mall and get some new clothes to go out to the village day and fireworks down by the lake. Sarah decided that she was going to stay home and I had no reason to go shopping so I stayed.

After everyone left the house I went up to shower leaving my door unlocked like always. This time however I was more then happy that I did. I had just stepped into the shower when I heard the door latch click I figured it was just my dog barging in like she normally dose this was until I heard the curtain open and felt two sharp nipples poke me in the back. Naturally I turned around to face my attacker and before I could get all the way around there were two arms draped around my neck and lips plastered to mine. 

To Be Continued. 

By: Blueeyes8711



Nasty Cum Sluts Vol 01



Why rent porn videos when you can create better movies in your mind's eye than any producer could ever put together? Picture your favorite stars doing the nastiest things, sex acts that would never make it onto tape, such as...

"Nasty Cum Sluts, Volume 1"

Scene 1 [starring the beautiful blonde Silvia Saint and stunning brunette Tania Russof, and numerous, nameless studs, reduced to nothing but a number, who can pump out pints of cum and don't mind a little contact with someone else's.] 

The camera shows a non-descript room, with a black gym mat-like floor covering and a matching black bench. Tania is spread naked on the bench, with Silvia kneeling between her legs, lapping gently at her clit and labia. As Tania approaches orgasm two studs walk up to the bench, already erect and with ball sacs full of cum. 

Stud One feeds his cock into Tania's mouth while Two gets behind Silvia and rubs his erection along her slit, exciting her and causing her pussy to moisten. One motions for Tania to lift up from the bench so he can lay down on his back, and then she straddles him in a reverse-cowgirl position and lays down on him while Silvia resumes licking her clit and licking the stud's balls, which are becoming coated with saliva and pussy juice.

As One is about to shoot his load Silvia takes his cock out and licks sluttishly at the glistening head, wet with pre-cum and pussy juice. He can't control himself and ejaculates in her mouth, keeping his cock in it the whole time. Silvia then goes up to Tania's face, opens her mouth with a finger, and slowly drools the load into her. Tania doesn't swallow, but rather keeps her mouth open so the camera - and the viewer - can watch her play with it with her tongue. Two, still hard and wet with Silvia's juices, walks up to Tania and dips his cock into her mouth and then pulls it out along with a gooey string of cum, and continues doing this several times.

As Two enjoys a wet blowjob, three more studs enter the room. Silvia pushes Three by his shoulders to the mat and then straddles his face, while Four gets between Tania's legs and rubs the length of his shaft along her wet pussy (One has already quietly slipped out of the room). She takes Two's cock out of her mouth and leans up to welcome her new stud with a nasty kiss, then lays back down to resume her sucking. 

Five, looking for something to do, dips his cock into Tania's mouth to wet it with a mixture of saliva and cum, and then walks up behind Silvia and and sticks his cock between her legs. Three backs up a little as Silvia guides the wet cock into her snatch. Then, after a minute of fucking, Silvia remounts Three's face and has him continue his oral worship of her goddess-like pussy. She then backs up to Five again for more fucking, and then to Three to lick her cunt, teasing both. After she pulls Five's cock out for the last time she rubs a rivulet of pre-cum onto her vaginal lips, then has Three lick her to the edge of orgasm.

Silvia walks to the bench and straddles it over Tania's face, which is still being fucked by Two. Five works his way behind Silvia and resumes his fucking, which gives too much visual stimulation to Two who blows his large wad into Tania's hungry mouth. Again, instead of swallowing, she keeps her mouth open for all to see the wad. Five then comes inside Silvia's pussy, moaning ecstatically as he grinds out his orgasm. After he starts to go flaccid inside her he pulls out, and seconds later large gooey streams of cum drip out of her gaping cunt and into Tania's mouth, mixing with Two's.

The ladies then switch positions and Silvia spreads her legs up and wide apart, giving Tania great access. Tania pulls her vaginal lips apart and drools the two loads into her lover's pussy. After it is filled, Four takes his place between her legs and sticks his cock into the mess. As he strokes in and out, strings of come smear along his cock and her lips, making a frothy mess. 

Meanwhile, studs Six through Nine enter and lay Tania on the floor. They crowd around her head and fuck her mouth in a frenzy, and she drools over each cock as if it were her last meal. Soon, her face is smeared and the cocks are dripping. Six enters her pussy as Seven, Eight, and Nine continue the face-fucking frenzy. As this is happening Silvia takes Four's load in her pussy, then walks over to straddle Tania's face. Cum is dripping out of her pussy, smeared throughout her neatly-trimmed light brown bush, and dripping down her succulent thighs. Tania tongues her gooey pussy hungrily, which excites Six into shooting his cum inside Tania. 

Seven enters Silvia from behind, coating his cock with cum, and Eight fucks Tania. Silvia gets a playful grin on her face and whispers something to Tania. She then pulls Seven from her pussy, grabs Eight's hand, and leads them both up to Tania's face. Silvia then has them rub their cock's together, underside-to-underside, lubricated by the other studs' cum. Seven and Eight are so wrapped up in the moment that they forget any squeamishness they normally may have about rubbing against another man's cock. Besides, as seasoned porn veterans, they had surely rubbed cocks with other men in some slut's mouth during a double blowjob or in a pussy during a double-vaginal scene. 

Silvia straddles Nine's cock on the floor and watches the scene play out, as Seven and Eight furiously stroke together and Tania licks at their balls and along their joined cocks. Finally, Seven gives the familiar cry of ecstasy and freezes momentarily, cum spurting from his cockhead as Eight continues his stroking for both of their benefit. The new lubrication is enough to push Eight over the edge, and he joins Seven in orgasm. Their cum mixes as their still-hard cocks stroke out their ecstasy.

Tania reaches up and slurps as much cum as possible and then joins Silvia. She has her blonde lover roll onto her stomach and spread her legs wide as Nine re-enters her. Three more studs join in as Tania drools the cum in her mouth onto the crack of Silvia's ass. Ten, Eleven, and Twelve are told by the brunette to wait and watch. Tania rubs her finger into Silvia's gooey crack and fingers her asshole. Using the cum as lubricant she works an inch or so into her ass, finger fucking her. Tania pulls her finger out and feeds it to Silvia.

"Mmm, you like that? You like that ass-to-mouth, don't you, baby?" she says. Nine moans, lost in his revelry, as he watches the nasty cumplay of the two sex goddesses.

"You like that, stud boy?" Tania asks him, tauntingly, teasingly. She dips her finger into the cum and again works it into Silvia's ass, a little deeper this time. Twisting and stroking she fucks her friend good. Then, Tania offers her finger to Nine, holding it several inches from his mouth. He lurches forward to suckle it, his eyes closed as he strokes toward orgasm. Tania repeats the finger fucking and offers him another taste, which he hungrily takes as he loses control and comes inside Silvia.

Silvia lays still and yells out "Next!" as she demands that someone, anyone, stick a hard cock into her. Ten obliges, entering her as Nine's cum is still streaming out of her red, swollen pussy. Tania drools some saliva into her friend's ass, mixing it with the cum from earlier, then pulls Ten's cock from her pussy and to the entrance of her ass. He strokes in carefully but easily, as Silvia is already loosened and wet, and Ten's cock is slick from Nine's cum.

He fucks her ass uncontrollably and in less time than the others lasted he shoots his load into her asshole. After stroking out his orgasm he pulls his semi-erect cock, covered in a gelatinous goo of cum and spit, out of Silvia's cum-filled ass. Tania takes the cock into her mouth and suckles it for a moment, then leans down to her friend's beautiful ass. Using her flicking tongue she scoops up the cum that is leaking and drools a little saliva for the next stud.

Tania sucks Eleven's cock, smearing it with what she's gathered from Silvia's ass, then guides it in. Silvia moans as the stud fucks her ass for a couple of minutes while Tania sucks Twelve's cock to get him ready to join in, which he does when Eleven is pulled out by the brunette and suckled. Twelve fucks Silvia's ass for a moment and then is pulled out by the brunette who is starved for her own ass-to-mouth action. After several rounds Eleven shoots his cum into Tania's mouth, and she drools it onto Silvia's upturned asshole. Twelve re-enters her, using the cum as added lube, and adds his load to the blonde's rectum.

Studs Thirteen through Twenty-Four enter the room as Tania licks at the anal creampie dripping from Silvia. The women are crazed for more cum and roll onto their backs and masturbate as the dozen fresh studs jerk off and shoot their cum on their bodies. The girls lick cum from each other's faces, tits, stomachs, and thighs in a scene worthy of the most decadent Roman emperor's orgy. Just when they think its over, the first twelve guys return after jerking themselves back into impressive erections.

Tania straddles Silvia's hips as the two sit in each other's arms, kissing and licking, as one after another of the twelve studs stick their cocks into the cum sluts' mouths and shoot their loads, which are then swapped between the two sex fiends. Goo dribbles down their faces and necks, and is rubbed into each other's breasts. They whimper contentedly and exhausted as the camera fades to black.

Scene 2 [starring the beautiful, virginal-looking Tiffany Rose, and a dozen black studs.] 

The scene opens with a tight close-up of Tiffany's wet red lips, parted slightly as her tongue darts out while she moans softly in anticipation of the nasty things she knows her twelve black lovers are going to do to her. Still in the close-up, a black cockhead rubs gently against her lips, and her tongue comes out and licks from the ball sac all the way back to the head. She takes him in her mouth and pulls him out, stringing saliva from her wet mouth to the cock.

As she drools on his cock, Tiffany strokes One's cock while sucking the first four or five inches of the massive tool. After a couple minutes he's dribbling pre-cum, and a lot of it. Tiffany licks at it and continues her suckling. She tongues the sensitive spot underneath the head and catches him by surprise, causing him to shoot a massive load into her mouth. The camera zooms back in for a close-up as she swallows it in several gulps.

Two and Three come in and put Tiffany on the floor on her hands and knees. Two licks her crotch from pussy to ass while Three fucks her face. She chokes and gulps as the eleven-inch cock is rammed in forcefully and repeatedly. Then the two studs switch ends. Three's saliva-slathered cock enters her easily for the first several inches, then runs into the resistance of her tight vaginal muscles. He works slowly and persistently as Two fucks her face. Again they switch ends and Tiffany tastes her juices as Three stuffs his wet cock into her mouth.

The guys talk dirty to her, taunting her with details of what she should expect to be done to her pussy and ass. She whimpers excitedly and cums on Three's cock, which causes her pussy to open fully and swallow his cock. After deep-stroking her for several minutes he pulls out his cock, frothy with her thick cummy juice and his pre-cum. Three then goes around to her mouth and stuffs it in, telling her to lick the "gooey mess" off of his black cock.

Two fucks her from behind and this time doesn't stop. He cums inside her pussy and keeps stroking, staying hard. As he approaches his second nut he pulls out and scampers to her face and sticks his slick dick into her mouth. She moans around it as he mouth-fucks her and then blows a second load. "Swallow it, girl," he tells her, and she does. 

Three gets behind her to get some more pussy. He sticks his cock in her gooey, hot, yearning hole, and she backs against him, keeping the whole thing inside her. She pushes him onto his back and ends up in a reverse-cowgirl as Four enters the picture. He fucks her face as she rides Three's cock. Drool from her mouth leaks down off her chin and onto her belly, dribbling down into her crotch. She then lays all the way back onto Three and pulls his cock out, inviting Four to fuck her. 

Four enters her gaping pussy which coats his cock in thick juice. She then sits back up on Three's dick and licks the nasty goo off of Four. He's never had a girl do anything so sluttish before and loses control, shooting his wad onto her lips, cheeks, and tits. She scoops it up into her hand and then backs up into a sixty-nine with Three, sucking him for a moment before rubbing the white cum onto his ebony pole. The camera zooms in on their genitals as she takes him back in her pussy and the cum smears between them. Rubbing his balls with her palm, Tiffany has Three shooting into her pussy in no time.

After riding him to completion, Tiffany turns around and sucks his softening cock, licking up their juices. As she does, Five walks up behind her and unceremoniously stuffs all ten inches of his cock into her swollen pussy which has strands of cum hanging from its lips, while trails of clear semen flow along her thighs. Six and Seven walk in, and Tiffany switches positions so she's laying on her back. Five resumes fucking her while the two new studs take turns fucking her mouth.

After much nasty talk, ball licking, and cocksucking, Six jerks off into her mouth, getting all of his tremendous load into her. She sucks his cock some more to complete his orgasm, then turns to Seven and coats his cock with the cum. "Damn, girl!" he says, surprised by the sheer sluttishness of her act. She drools the load onto his cock, then pulls it out and holds it pointing down over her mouth, letting streams of spit and semen flow back into her. She does this several times and Seven is adding his own pre-cum to the mess. 

Meanwhile, Five can't handle the visual nastiness of what Tiffany is doing and shoots a huge load into her tight cunt. Seven hasn't cum yet, so she begs him to stick his cock in her pussy. After Five pulls out Seven is in within seconds. "You like that hot cum in there?" she asks him, as he strokes in and out, almost oblivious to what's going on around him. Just as he's about ready to cum, Tiffany pulls him out and begs him to cum in her mouth.

The camera zooms in on his cock as it pulls out, covered in Five's cum. He straddles her chest and sticks it in her mouth. She sucks it, gently as if nursing on it, and he lets loose with a powerful but almost-serene climax, coming quietly into her mouth. The load leaks out around his shaft and thick wads dribble down her cheeks. Eight walks up as she continues suckling Seven, and fucks her.

After a few minutes Eight pulls out, lifts her hips up, and spits into her asshole. Then, lining up his wet cockhead to her tiny brown-eyed anus, he gently swirls the it around her puckered opening. He then dips it in and pulls it out, over and over, getting her used to having something in her ass. After having the head in for a moment and pulling out, she begs him for more. "Fuck my ass with that big black cock!" she yells.

Obliging her, he puts the head back in but doesn't stop, instead pushing the first several inches into her ass. He spits again, adding some lube to their fucking. Within minutes his entire ten-inch cock is in her tiny anal passage as she plays with her clit. The tops of her thighs are almost flat against the floor as he has her split wide open and is fucking her hard, much to her delight.

Nine walks up and sucks her nipples before fucking her mouth. Eight likes what he's seeing and says, "I bet she wants to taste my dick, too." Pulling out of her asshole, he straddles her chest and she takes him in her mouth. He scoots back down, fucks her ass some more, and then feeds her some more cock. Nine decides to get in on the ass-to-mouth action and so alternates with Eight between the two orifices.

Finally, after several go-arounds of this, they fill her with cum at either end, taking their pleasure without thought of any for her. But Tiffany was in a bliss they couldn't understand, already having cum too many times to recall. Every stroke of a cock, whether in her ass or mouth, was a pleasure physically as well as mentally. Her vacant stare and mindless moans and groans showed just how far she was gone.

As she lay there with cum leaking from her ass and glazing her face, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve walk in. Ten fucks her pussy as the other two take her mouth. After sucking them for several minutes she grabs Eleven by the hips and places his ass over her mouth and procedes to tongue his asshole. He groans and she tongue-fucks him, and also licks him from ass to balls, and along the underside of his cock.

Ten finishes quietly in her pussy, and Twelve takes his place. She continues rimming Eleven until his need to cum overwhelms him, so he turns around fucks her face. He cums quickly, leaving a huge load in her mouth. She plays with it and swallows some as she lets Twelve fuck her, giving him a cumplay show like he has never seen before. Finally, he cums, adding his load to Ten's. After grinding out his climax he pulls out, and the camera focuses on Tiffany.

She licks cum from her lips, scoops it from her cheeks and neck, and reaches down to her sopping cunt and eats her creampie as well. She then kneels on her haunches and lets cum drip from her pussy and ass, and then kneels down and licks it all up before thanking the audience for watching and saying goodbye.  



Nasty Cumslut Fun



After a month long absence I beg you for a quickie. As my cumslut you must keep my load inside you all day. Then you will get a dirty crusty fuck and orgasm. Enjoy!

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Nasty Finale



Denise was the best lay I ever had. Despite the fact that our relationship didn't last, the sex was hot. Denise was hot; she was a short brunette with curly hair and all the right curves. I loved to grab onto her hips and fuck her for all I was worth. What made her all the hotter was her attitude about sex: Yes, PLEASE! She was the perfect kind of woman. She was knowledgeable about sex and an interactive partner who always wanted to get it on. She liked to experiment and do all kinds of unusual things. She had a leather skirt and a red bustier and that was one of the hottest things she ever wore. I couldn't wait to sink my dick into her whenever I saw a glimpse of that leather skirt!

Our last night together started off like many of the rest. We went out on a date to our favorite neighborhood Italian place. Afterward we went back to her apartment. We had both stated our intent to each other to make it an early night since we had early mornings ahead of us but as soon as we got close to her place her hand instantly found its way to my inner thigh. That invariably got the ball rolling. We were kissing deeply by the time we got out of the car. The combination of kissing her soft, supple lips and pressing myself into her large, soft tits was enough to get my dick up and stirring.

When we hit her apartment we headed straight into the bedroom to her bed. The leather skirt was laid out across the back of her desk chair but I didn't want to give up any time for her to put it on; I only wanted her clothes coming off. She unbuttoned her top and unsnapped her bra letting her ample breasts free to cascade off her chest. She looked fucking hot! The combination of her topless and the look of lust in her eyes was enough to get me fully riled up. I started rubbing my cock through my jeans and feeling its hard shaft against my leg. Denise took the cue and pushed me down onto her bed. She came over to me and started unbuttoning my pants and pulling my shirt up. Her hands went immediately to my dick. As soon as she touched it a jolt went through me. I was horny like a high school kid with the kind of "gotta-fuck-now" urgency that only comes from unbridled passion.

She slowly started rubbing my cock and it felt *SOOOOO* good. She and I had fucked enough for her to know exactly what I liked. I like having my cock softly rubbed and she knew it. She took the time to drive me absolutely wild with desire. She ran the back of her hand down over the head and shaft and then lightly flicked the underside before running her index finger down around my balls. It sent shivers of pleasure throughout my body. My teeth started chattering from extreme arousal. That's one of the signs that I'm reaching my pleasure limit and Denise knew it. She used the opportunity to lean over and lightly flick her tongue one the head of my dick while she was caressing my balls.

Her intense attention to my dick and balls made me shudder. In the course of her caressing she slyly slid her finger down to my asshole. She started lightly rubbing the tip of her finger in circles around it. The sudden change of tactics made me feel weak. I felt a new kind of fullness and intensity coming from my ass. Just as soon as she started on my ass she plunged my dick deep in her mouth. That really got me going. I started convulsing, just on the edge of coming. She had me right where she wanted me.

Just as quickly as she had started in on me she stopped and left me gasping, begging to be taken over the edge. She knew just when to stop and get me to give her some much-needed attention. She crawled up on the bed next to me and kissed me deeply. I sucked away at her tongue greedily as if to express what I wanted her to continue doing to me. She broke the embrace and traced a finger down to her delicious nipple as if to offer it up to me. I leaned over on my elbow and took her nipple in my mouth. I slid my hand up behind her neck and pulled her in closer to me.

I sucked ever so gently on her nipple, nibbling lightly with my teeth and just barely tugging on the savory little bud. Every so often I flicked the nipple with my tongue and twirled it around. Her soft moans told me I was giving her some significant pleasure. I slid my hand down from her neck to her other breast and circled her other nipple with my finger. The double stimulation sent her into a chain of sustained moans and sighs. It also gave me a chance to calm down from my ecstatic high.

After some time of stimulating her nipple with my finger I led it down to her pussy which had become pleasantly wet. It was starting to ooze her musky nectar. I slipped a finger in between her pussy lips and started running it over her clit. The attention to her pussy made her coo softly and start to purr seductively. There's almost nothing hotter than a woman in ecstasy. Once she passes into that zone where there's nothing between her and the crashing orgasm she's about to have it's irresistible. Denise was right there. Her eyes were mostly closed and she was starting to writhe next to me, moaning and grunting as I sped up my work on her pussy and clit.

She started gritting her teeth and moaning in a very dedicated manner and I knew she was ready. I stuck two fingers inside her pussy and started really fucking her as hard as I could with my hand while I was sucking her nipple. She arched her back and gasped and then emitted a harsh, guttural scream that told me I had hit the jackpot. She came with a fury, her pussy clamping down on my hand as hard as they could. She tossed her hair wildly and writhed around in intense passion.

I laid back and admired my orgasmic handiwork. I think Denise had been expecting a fucking but I turned the tables on her and gave her a pretty intense orgasm with my hand and my mouth on her nipple. It also gave me a chance to relax a little and step back from my own intense arousal. Denise had previously brought me to the height of excitement and broke off just in time for me to come down and go to work on her.

With her own orgasm aftershocks subsiding, Denise turned her erotic attention back to me. I slid up on the bed and gave her full access to my crotch which she took advantage of. She went back to sucking my cock and caressing my balls. I quickly became aroused again and her fingers found their way back to my ass. Somehow, unbeknownst to me, she managed to grab her bottle of lube. She took her mouth off my cock and squeezed a little lube on her finger. She brought her finger back to my ass and started to gently press into me. It felt amazing!

The cool lube on her finger started warming up as she pressed it into my ass. I began to relax a little bit more. The feeling was intense and wonderful having her finger pressing into my ass. I told her not to stop and to keep it up. Then she started to move her finger around a little bit in my ass. I started squirming in delight! New waves of pleasure began to wash over me. She could tell I was really enjoying the anal attention so she pushed in further. She started slowly finger fucking my ass. I nearly lost my mind, reveling in the new sensations. It was so amazing! I got bold and asked her to fuck me a little harder. I think she knew that I was going to ask for it because as soon as I told her I wanted more she grabbed one of her favorite dildos from under the bed. She squirted a little lube on the head and aimed it directly at my willing ass.

Once the dildo started pushing into me I felt like I was on top of the world. Denise had a mischievous smile on her face. She was enjoying this almost as much as I was. She kept pushing the dildo into me while I was starting to moan seductively. I was losing myself in the full sensation of having the dildo in my ass. Once it was in me she started to fuck me with it. It was an amazing experience. I felt full and intense and relaxed all at the same time. My mind was spinning. To top it all off, Denise leaned over and started sucking my cock while she was fucking me with the dildo. The glint in her eyes told me she was enjoying having all the power over my erotic reactions. She relished the moments when I became powerless to my desires. At the moment I didn't care what was going on; I only wanted to push that amazing feeling all the way to orgasm.

I began to tense up as the dildo fucking became too much to handle. Denise plunged my dick straight down her throat and sucked it for all she was worth. The combination of the dildo slamming my prostate and her excellent dick sucking pushed me right over the top and I came with an amazing intensity. My whole body contracted as I came, shooting my cum deep in Denise's throat. At the same time my ass clenched around her thrusting dildo. She pulled it out of my ass and I fell back on the bed in a sweaty, exhausted heap. That was one of the most amazing, powerful orgasms of my life!

The relationship with Denise didn't last. Even though the sex was wild and amazing, we both realized we weren't really meant to be together outside the bedroom. But damn! That woman was hot in the sack!



Nasty Fun on a Boat



Needing a break from things, I treated myself to a weekend in a luxury hotel on the coast. Arriving on Friday afternoon, I showered and dressed and went down to the lounge. It was quiet. Looking for company and some holiday fun, I left the hotel and strolled down the main street of the town, enjoying the warm evening air. There was music coming from a run-down looking pub and I went in. The bar was crowded and there was a band playing in the lounge. This was more like it. I had barely settled in a booth with a drink when two hunky guys came over and struck up a conversation. They were well-scrubbed and in clean t-shirts and shorts, were open featured and weathered, and both bore tattoos on their upper arms. They introduced themselves as Mario and Pete and told me they were down for the weekend to go fishing. They co-owned a roofing business in the city and co-owned a boat. They were both good dancers and over the next three or four hours we spent most of the time on the dance floor, moving real close on the slow numbers. I could feel myself unwind. 

Although it wasn't late, I'd had a hard week and was fading fast. The guys insisted on walking me back to my hotel, Mario with his arm around my waist and Pete touching my forearm as he talked and joked. Before we parted they asked if I wanted to go out on their boat the next day, try my hand at fishing. I allowed them to persuade me and went up to my room feeling in a holiday mood. As I lay in bed drifting off to sleep I thought about their strong lean bodies, their hands on my lower back as we danced, taut thighs pressing against mine, their manly smells......

Pete met me the next morning and we drove down to the marina. The boat was 9 metres long (they proudly told me) and had a canopy over the front area. Mario helped me aboard and I was relieved to see that it was neat and comfortable. The guys fussed around me for a few minutes and then we headed out to sea, going quite fast. It was a beautiful hot day and the sea was calm. I had dressed carefully - a brief red thong bikini beneath tight shorts and a crop top. Over the crop top I had a loose shirt, open down the front and tied at the waist so that enough of my midriff was revealed and the silver barbell in my belly button gleamed. I had a red basketball cap on and dark sunglasses. I'd tied my hair up in a ponytail and had it pulled through the back of the cap. My lipstick was the same shade red as my bikini and cap and I'd made my dark eyes darker with a subtle amount of shadow. 

As we cut across the deep blue water the guys relaxed a bit and took off their t-shirts. I was glad of the sunglasses because I could ogle their hard workmen's bodies as much as I liked. And I did like! Mario was olive skinned and tanned so deeply that the tattoos on his arms and shoulder blades were almost obscured. He had a nicely haired chest and his stomach rippled as he tested fishing rods and did boat things. I looked at the trail of wispy hairs that led down his belly and disappeared into the waistband of his shorts, imagining the treasure it led to. Pete was also well tanned, but was a reddish honey colour and his tattoos showed out nicely, especially a unicorn on the left slab of his chest. His blue eyes were crinkly with good humour and he talked almost constantly as he steered, joking or pointing out things. I admired their compact movements and obvious comfort with their physical skills – so different to the guys at the real estate agency where I work. 

Mario came back under the canopy, reached past me into a locker and hefted out an icebox, his biceps bulging nicely. Although it wasn't even 11 am we all opened a beer. I was grateful for the cool drink and the guys discussed the best spot and began to tell me their fishing exploits. 

We were on our second beer by the time we stopped. The quiet rocking of the boat on the gentle swell was a sudden contrast to the high speed of our journey out. The guys were busy for a while, organising rods and bait, then casting the lines and fixing the rods into holders, testing that everything was to their satisfaction. Mario organised a rod for me and the two guys explained every detail of what I had to do. It wasn't that they thought I was dumb – they just wanted to keep talking. I said I needed to work on my tan and coyly asked the guys if it was OK to strip down to my bathers. They'd been ogling me from the moment we set out, Pete staring down my cleavage as he steered and talked, and Mario smoulderingly looking along my legs to my thighs as he coiled ropes and moved about. It was all very good for a girl's ego and, what with the balmy weather, I was hot in more ways than one.

So I shrugged out of my shirt and carefully lifted off the crop top, making sure my boobs bounced a little and the guys got a good eyeful. I'd taken the little keeper rings out of my nipples that morning and put in heavy silver ones that matched my earrings and the barbell. I heard the intake of breath from both guys as I adjusted my red bikini top, pulling it tight so that the rings showed. I gave them an innocent smile and picked up my beer, draining the last of it as I looked at them gazing at my chest. I decided to hold out on removing my shorts for a bit and fooled around with my bag, folding away my clothes and such, the guys watching my every move. After a couple of minutes I stood again and hooked my thumbs into the waist of my shorts, swayed my hips and made a big show of wriggling them down. More gasps when my thong was revealed and the tattoo of the little cupid on my left hip aiming his arrow at my love triangle. When I turned to put my shorts in the bag, I swung my hips outrageously and Pete whistled.

I settled back on the rear seat, checking my rod and tackle as they'd showed me. Mario was over like a flash to see that the tension on the line was right and Pete was talking about how good the scenery was! I asked Pete to pass me a cigarette and as I leaned forward for him to light it I knew he could see my nipples down my bikini top. 

So we fished for a while and though not much was biting, no-one cared. Pete and Mario talked about their business and, giving me meaningful glances, said they needed a new secretary. I told them about my boring job and how I had to work long hours sometimes. Through my sunglasses I watched them appraising me and made sure they had lots to look at. There was a bit of excitement when I hooked a fish (or rather, it hooked itself), and the guys gave me lots of help reeling it in, Mario standing behind me and his arms going around to help me hold the rod and Pete giving detailed advice. Each time I hauled back, I leant into Mario's chest and then when I jutted forward and quickly reeled in, my butt was pushed against his groin. By the time we landed the 15 kg trevally, Mario had a hard bulge from banging into my bum and I was all sweaty, especially where my back had been pressing into his chest and where his arms had been crushing the sides of my breasts. 

It was a lovely fish and, all proud, I soaked up the guys' lavish praise and flattery. We recast the rod and opened more beers to celebrate, joking and reliving it all. I decided it was time to step up the pace and got out the sun cream. I tan pretty well, but it had been a long winter and I hadn't been exposed to the sun for months. I started on my forearms and Pete was immediately by my side insisting that he do my back where I couldn't reach. He gave my shoulders and neck a lovely massage then my back. He asked me to lean forward and I braced my self on the side of the boat as he thoroughly covered my buttocks and upper thighs and worked the lotion in. I swatted away his hand as he ran a finger inside my bikini, but not too quickly and I'm sure it came away a little damp with my juices. He laughed and suggested I go for an all over tan. Mario said why not, they didn't mind (as if!) and there wasn't anyone else in sight. I pretended to give it some thought and Pete added his two cents worth, saying something about not to be bashful on their behalf. I reached back and untied the bikini string, then paused. With my breasts thrust forward and bulging around the skimpy material, I looked up at the guys. Their tongues were just about hanging out in anticipation, and I said in a little girl voice that I'd feel much better about it if they were all naked too. 

They looked at each other and then raced to push down their shorts and kick out of them. Mmmm, nice cocks! Mario's nestled thick and uncircumcised in a bush of dark hair, large balls visibly swaying. Pete was a natural blond and his long dick, also uncircumcised, hung down pale against his tanned thigh. I had to resist from licking my lips and instead peeled away my bikini top revealing what the guys already knew was there. My breasts aren't over large and sit quite perkily for a 27-year old. The nipples are quite fat and I think that the rings draw the right amount of attention to them. To my satisfaction, the guys looked awestruck and there was visible movement in Pete's groin. I batted my eyelids at him and, turning my back, asked him to help me off with the thong. He was on his knees in an instant kissing my buttocks as he tugged down the skimpy bottom. As I lifted each leg his nose went into my crack and I could feel his tongue lapping the ridge between my puss and back door. What a buzz! With a shiver I pushed him away and told him not to be so frisky. After all, a gal doesn't want men to think she's easy!

So there we were all naked, I'd taken off my dark glasses and were giving the guys a sultry come-on look, they were boning up ready to jump me, when there was a harsh scream as one of the lines tore off. The spell was broken. Instead of leaping for me, they leapt for the fishing rod. For the next fifteen minutes they worked at reeling in a yellow fin tuna while, sulking, I tried to act interested. Then I had an idea. They had the fish pretty much beat and, all boppy and excited, I suggested that I could do the last of the reeling in, improving the technique I'd just learned. I'd be so grateful. The guys looked at each other and Mario nodded at me to take the rod. I had to squeeze through his arms to get it, our bodies pressing hotly together.

The fish was still fighting and I had a tougher time than I expected. Mario didn't let go and, as before, our bodies were pressed sweatily together as I hauled back, bent quickly forward to reel in, then hauled back. As before, his cock pressed against my buttocks. I felt it thickening and, what with the demands of fighting the fish, managed to squash back against it a fair amount. His firm chest against my sweaty back and bulging biceps circling my breasts were such a turn on. 

By the time the big tuna was thrashing against the side of the boat and Pete was gaffing it, I was ready for action of a different kind. The guys were full of praise as Pete manoeuvred the fish into a big box. I batted my eyelids, looked pointedly at Mario's hard cock jutting from his bushy groin, and huskily said that I thought I'd earned a reward. Mario was quick on the uptake and took me in his arms. As we kissed, I reached down and gently stroked his thick cock. It was damp with the sweat from my bum crack and hot as the tongue now probing deep in my mouth. Pete was at my side and, still kissing Mario, I pulled his head down to my breasts. God it was nice – being kissed, fondled and licked by two horny guys!. I released Mario's cock and reached for Pete's. Within a couple of moments, it too was hard.

I let the guys ease me down onto one of the heavily padded swivel chairs. Pete kissed his way down my stomach, I spread my legs, and he started tonguing my slit. Mario stood before me and I went to work on his tool, licking all my musty butt crack sweat off (yum) and then taking him deep into my mouth (double yum). The guys were good. Pete varied the action skilfully, bringing me along nicely, and Mario whispered encouragement and stroked my face as he thrust between my lips or let me do the work.

By the time Pete stood up and slotted his fat cock head between my puffy labia, I was more than ready for it. He slid deep in one long delicious thrust and I put my legs up and around his waist to hold him there for a minute. Mario shifted like he was going to move, but I sucked harder and put a hand on his backside to keep him in place. I had never before been with two men at once and I wanted to savour every hot second. And I loved it – hard thrusting cocks, slapping balls, breasts and nipples massaged, lean sweaty flesh, panting and gasping. 

My hand on Mario's arse found its way between his sweaty cheeks and deep into the hairy crack. I was watching his face and as I got a finger on his anus he glanced down at me with a surprised enquiring look. I winked and probed at his pucker. A dirty lusty spread across his face and he took hold of my ponytail and pulled my face hard against his groin, his cock going way into the back of my mouth. I fought down the gag reflex and focused on inhaling the arousing male odour of his pubic thatch. Then I wormed my finger in through his back door, making his buttocks clench involuntarily and his cock drive a further half inch into my throat. Then we were away, him fucking my face hard and fast, his grip on my ponytail tight; and me working my finger deeper and reaching for his prostate. He grunted hard when I found the little gland and started jagging back and forth even harder, sweat dripping off him onto my face and shoulders. I couldn't see Pete's face but he was obviously watching the action and started speeding up his thrusting.

Mario came first, his anus spasming around my finger as his cock pulsed and jetted. I was hungry for his offering and clamped my lips tighter and moaned in encouragement. His head went back and he bellowed (after all we were bobbing on the empty ocean with no-one else in sight) as he released. I reckon he hadn't come in a month – there was so much jism and his cock pulsed and jerked at least a dozen times. Finally he staggered back spent and leant against the side of the boat panting, his eyes on mine. I swallowed as he watched then grabbed Pete by the ears, pulling him to me for a hot tongue swirling kiss. He didn't seem to mind the traces of his partner's sperm and continued to kiss me as he thrust hard with that beautiful long pale cock. 

Another couple of minutes and I was there, panting and gasping into a nice shuddering cum. I followed Mario's lead and did a bit of yelling and whining as it washed over me and Pete stepped up his pistoning. Pete grunted that he was nearly there and was it safe to cum inside me. I told him he could cum in me, on me, anywhere he liked. He grunted that he wanted to watch me drink it then, with a groan, eased himself out of me and stood. I dove onto his wet bobbing cock, massaging his swinging balls as I sucked. I had barely licked my own juices off the hot shaft when he yelled out yaarrgghh and hot salty splashes of man cum burst into my mouth. I continued to suck him until he went limp then sat back in the swivel chair, arms and legs splayed. The boys were sweating and panting, beautiful bodies glistening in the sunlight. 

We moved into the shade and opened beers. I told them how great they were and what a buzz it was to have two lusty guys at once. It turned out that it was a first for all of us and the guys agreed it was pretty fantastic, giving me lots of nice compliments. Mario went to check the rods and Pete sidled close and confided he'd never before met a chick who liked having a man cum in her mouth, let alone swallow. I gave him a sultry look and, in a husky voice said they don't know what they're missing. He gulped then smiled hugely, making me laugh. 

Actually, I don't much like the taste of semen. But I do like the way a penis pulses and throbs as it gushes forth, and I really like the way guys get all out of control and are at my absolute mercy during those moments. Not to mention their puppy-like gratitude when they see you swallow their offering.

The boys did boat things and rod things and fussed about while I flicked through a magazine, keeping an eye on the lean naked bods. Eventually Mario announced that nothing much was happening and that if it was still quiet after lunch, we'd move on to another spot he'd heard about. Pete lugged another esky out from the bow compartment and took out rolls and salad. More beers went round and they guys munched away watching as I poked in the salad, choosing a lettuce leaf, some tomato halves, avocado. I love an audience and as the guys watched I managed to splash mayo on one breast (ooops), drip tomato down my chin and into my cleavage (tee hee), and smear avocado around a nipple then down across my stomach (what the hell). I finished the meal by taking a huge swig from the beer and dribbling most of it down my chin and over my breasts. The guys were open mouthed watching and, in a little girl voice and batting my eyelids, I said ooohh, I've made a mess! Who's going to help me clean up?

Mario has that dirty lusty grin again and says well, he could think of three ways to clean me up. They could dunk me over the side (big down-turned mouth and pathetic puppy eyes from me); or they could lick me clean (big up-turned mouth and sparkling eyes from me); or, and here he hefts his cock and balls lewdly, they could hose me down (huge grin, girlish squeal and excited clapping from messy girl).

Pete and Mario swig down the last of their beers then stand either side of me. I spread my legs and tilt my head back. The first hot streams hit my breasts and for long seconds I thrill as the guys aim at my hard puckered nipples then hose across my front, their pale yellow piss splashing off my skin. The smell of urine is not very strong – all the beer, I guess – but is enough to fill me with a wanton arousal. I love golden showers, but you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a playmate – let alone two! They are still going strong and Pete directs his stream down my belly till he is soaking my trimmed bush. I spread my labia and shudder as my clit emerges from its hood and gets a shower. Mario watches then begins to go the other way. I give him a smouldering look as his soaks my neck. His eyes narrow in response and I open my mouth. His piss splashes on my chin then lips before he gets it straight into my maw. It is warm and salty, a bit acrid, and oh so nasty! My spare hand goes to my breasts and I massage them hornily as the piss pools and froths in my mouth. 

Mario's stream is weakening now, but he has enough to fill my mouth a couple of times. The first I let dribble down my front and the second I swallow. I then lean forward and take his cock between my lips, drinking the last trickles and tonguing the piss slit to get every drop. 

Although I can feel Mario's cock begin to thicken a little, I let it plop out and turn to Pete. He is still drenching my splayed snatch and I reach for his dick. He halts the flow until I aim it at my mouth, then releases and I get a hot splash along my tongue followed by a nice stream. He is fading now and steps closer so I can take his the bulbous head of his pale lanky schlong between my lips. I drink and suck until his bladder is empty. He staggers back and leans next to Mario. 

I lick my lips and bat my eye lids. Pete looks a bit bewildered, but Mario has that dirty grin back – he's definitely my type of guy. I rub my belly and say I'm so full, what with all that beer and cum and piss, I really need to go pee pee! Mario grins and asks if I need a hand. I nod dumbly, a finger between my lips, and lift my legs. He steps forward and hooks one leg around his waist. I look at Pete and he does likewise. They are standing side by side with my legs around them, my sex open to them. Mario reaches down and runs a finger down my labia and into my snatch. I sign, relax and open my bladder. A thick stream arches up and splatters against the guys' waists. Pete flinches, but Mario grins and rubs my twat. I piss and piss and piss, much longer than the men. Mario occasionally cups his hand and feeds me some of it, or tastes it himself. Pete gets into it a bit, splashing the stream over my tits and tugging at my rings. I go ooohh and aahhh a lot, encouraging them to do what they like. 




Nasty Fun on a Boat



I am just about done and ask Mario to suck the last little bit out of me. He goes down on his knees and I am soooo grateful. I am really hot and as his lips fit over my cunny, I feel an orgasm getting close. I let loose with the last of my urine and feel his tongue lapping it up, his top lip massaging my straining clit. Pete is still at my tits, tugging on the rings, and I am very close. I strain a little to empty my bladder and feel Mario lap away and tongue for more. Then I am there, twisting and bucking as the orgasm crashes through me, screaming out. Mario and Pete keep up the action and I cum again and again until I have to beg them hoarsely to stop. 

I am a sweaty washed out mess, and slump back exhausted as the guys step away. I know they are horny – not just from the semi-hard dicks, but from the lusty gleams in their eyes. But I need a moment to rest and ask for a beer. We all open cold tins and I drink thirstily, noticing immediately that I'm more than a bit tipsy – this must be my fifth can. I stand, the wet vinyl seat squelching, my buttocks damp with piss. I smile at the guys and say they sure know how to make a gal happy. Pete grins broadly but Mario goes straight to the point and says its time for me to make them happy. I give him a level look, daring him and letting him know I'm game, and ask what he's got in mind. Well, it makes him happy to have a chick kiss his arse. Ooohh, I say, arching an eyebrow, you are a nasty man! He winks, finishes his beer in a long swallow, then pulls me to him for a long hot tongue swirling kiss. I tell him I'll want another one of those after I've kissed his butt and he laughs and says it depends on how well I do.

He arranges a couple of towels on the deck and lies on his back, knees up. I crawl between them and he rests his thighs on my shoulders, his bum high. Although I've never rimmed a guy before, I've had it done to me a few times and know what feels good. I lick his sweaty salty crack till all the flavour is gone, then taste his pucker. It is rubbery and a little musty, and I can handle it OK. I wash my tongue around and he mutters yeah, that's it. I feel horny and wanton and spit on his anus then stab it with my tongue. He grunts as I worm through the tight muscle and into the hot dank rectum. Fuck, fuck, fuck he says. I apply lots of spit and the earthy sour taste slowly disappears. His hands are on my pony tail again and he pulls me repeatedly against his bum. I oblige with lots of tongue poking and kissing. His cock is hard and I leave his bum and suck his balls. He groans afresh and I tug hard before returning to his wet anus. I give another long tongue fucking, then kneel upright, smile at his sweaty face, and lie on top of him full length. We kiss hot and hard, tongues working.

Happy now? I ask, grinning. Yeah, he says. Happy enough to return the favour? I ask coyly. He's up for it and I get on my hands and knees, bum high. He spreads my cheeks and dives in, going straight for the brownie. God I love this and I give myself up to the sensation of his fat pliable tongue probing through my sphincter, his hands working my buttocks. After a minute or two, I look over my shoulder at Pete, who is watching from the shade, and lick my lips. You want a blow job, honey? He smiles and saunters over. He sits on the deck in front of me and we kiss before he leans back and I duck down to his groin. I get him hard in no time and give him a long slow deep blow job as Mario delves deep into my arse. I am so hot and feel nasty and slutty. I give Pete a sultry look and lift his legs up. He smiles and lies back so I can get at his balls and anus. Soon I am tonguing his butt as deeply as Mario is tonguing mine. Pete is silent for a while and then begins to moan and gasp. I wonder if he is about to cum – 'cos if so I want it in my mouth – but Pete shakes his head and says it just feels fantastic. I smile and go back to that rosy little anus and spear my tongue back inside it. 

Mario sits back on his haunches and smacks my cheeks a half dozen times. I leave Pete's bum and look back over my shoulder, my eyes hooded. Mario reaches to the lunch esky and picks up the tub of margarine. He lifts out a lump and smears it on his erect cock. I languidly roll my hips as he reaches for more and shake my head, saying I think he's got enough (after all, he's been slathering at my bum for a good ten minutes and jagging that fat tongue deeeeep inside!). His eyes narrow and he quickly kneels behind me and slots his greasy dick against my anus. 

Fuck my arse, I say huskily and bear back as I feel him press forward. Jesus! I gasp, my head going back, as it plunges through my ring. It's been a couple of years since my pooper's seen any action and I have a momentary pang of apprehension. Mario fits his cockhead snugly against my date, then leans heavily forward. I let it spread apart my sphincter and ease through the ring. No pain or even discomfort – just an amazing feeling of being opened and penetrated. I've forgotten how niiiice it feels! With three firm pushes, Mario gets his cock all the way in and we both let out long sighs. His thighs on my cheeks, his balls against my quim, and my arse split wide – ooohh it makes a girl feel nasty! 

I hiss at him to fuck me and flex my ring on his buried cock. He smiles hugely and slowly pulls his cock just about out before lunging hard back into me. My head goes back and I give a lusty yell yyaaaarrrgghhh! as he hits bottom. He grabs my ponytail and shoves my face back against Pete's glistening freckle. I suck and kiss the pulpy anus as Mario starts to bugger me with long steady strokes. I get a tongue back inside Pete's shithole and let Mario's thudding drive it back and forth. Pete is groaning and again I'm worried that he is about to cum. I leave his bung and kiss my way up his perineum, suckle on each egg shaped ball and then take his cock in my mouth. At this angle I can't deep throat it, but I give the top half a good work over, watching him watch me. Mario's cock arrowing into my arse is making the job hard and anyway I am more than a bit distracted by the churning of my guts and the buzz deep in my horny parts. Every time Mario plows deep it sends a tingle to my straining clit and nipples. I want to diddle myself and pull my tits, but can't manage it in this position. Mario is speeding up, his thrusting getting a bit erratic. I'm not ready for him to cum yet, and have an idea.

I put my hand back on his hard stomach and pull away from his rampant cock. Hang on a second, lover, I purr. I quickly straddle Pete – god his long cock feels fantastic as it slots into my swollen puss – and sit down till it is all the way in. I lean forward and whisper at the blond man to do my tits. As his lips grip one nipple and his fingers the other, I reach back and pull my cheeks apart, exposing my ravaged pooper. Mario is on me like a flash, jamming his greasy pole back up my pooper. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I gasp as the two cocks stretch me deliciously. Then we are away, Mario back to his fast deep thrusting, me bucking back at that hot poker, my cunt sliding sweetly on Pete's rod, my swollen clitty squashed and ground into his pubic bone. 

It is so nice being sandwiched between these strong lusty lads, my body squashed between there hard hot chests, my holes filled, hands everywhere. What with my tits being mauled, it doesn't take much of this to bring my orgasm building. I gasp at Pete to use his teeth and as he clamps down on a fat nub and worries at it, I get hit by a truck, almost losing consciousness as I buck and convulse, finally collapsing forward onto Pete's hot chest. The guys don't let up much. Mario keeps up the pulping of my bowels and Pete starts to buck his hips, driving his long dick into my womb. I spasm through another shuddering climax, then ride wave after wave of pleasure as they continue their pounding. 

Then Mario is out of me and standing by my side. He grabs my ponytail, twists my head and pushes his greasy shit-streaked cock against my lips. Suck it! he grunts. I don't hesitate, taking the sour meat deep into my mouth and pumping the shaft with one hand. He cums, his jism a sweet contrast to the earthy taste of my arse butter. I hear him grunting and groaning and suck hard till all the juice is finished and his cock clean. He staggers back and sits down and I lean forward and kiss Pete. He responds enthusiastically, our tongues swirling. He says he's never had anal sex and I give him a big come-on grin. 

He pulls out, rolls me onto my back, hitches my legs high, spits into my crack and slots his cock against my bummy. I buck up and his cock penetrates the dark hole. He eases forward and we both sigh as it goes all the way in, touching deeper than Mario had. He's good and fucks me nice and long. I get a finger between us and stroke my clit till I cum – not as wild as before, but still deeply satisfying. Then I tighten my legs around Pete's waist and tell him to ride me hard. 

After a couple of minutes he says he is about to cum and wants to see me suck it out of him. I grin and release him. He sits back on his haunches, his pale cock waving before him. I kneel and engulf it, first wiping away the flecks of shit on its tip. I pump his shaft and squeeze his balls and in a moment he gushes into my mouth. I show him the jizz before swallowing and cleaning up his cock.

I am wrecked and the guys are both blown. It is mid-afternoon and Pete suggests a swim at a beach they know. I reapply sun cream as we zoom shorewards. It is a nice secluded beach and we anchor off shore. There are only a few people and after swimming with the guys I bask on the sand, wishing we were alone so I could go nude. I am almost asleep when Pete drags me into the water for another splash. We all paddle out to the boat and make our way back to town. 

The guys are keen for me to join them in the caravan park. But I have a luxury hotel room waiting...



Nasty Girl



Lea watched with growing lust as the redhead undressed. She stood next to a large oak tree, hidden by the shadow it cast. The tree was about twenty feet from the side of the house. It gave Lea a perfect place to watch from. This was the tenth night she had watched the redhead. The black cat suit she was wearing made access to her throbbing pussy impossible. Soon she would have the redhead eating her hot pussy.

The redhead stripped naked and walked out of view. Lea knew she was headed for the shower. The light came on in the bathroom and Lea could hear the shower come on through the open bathroom window. Perfect, now to get inside. That was not going to be a problem because Lea had a key to the house. 

She walked around to the rear of the house with King, the redhead’s dog trotting beside her. Lea had been feeding King for over a month, so they were quite good friends. The large yard was surrounded by bushes and several trees. Lea quietly made her way around to the rear of the house. She entered through the kitchen leaving King to guard the yard. Quietly she made her way through the house to the redhead’s bedroom. In her hand she carried a bag with a few necessities. She made her way over to the glass of wine on the bed stand. She dropped in the contents from a capsule and stirred it with a finger. She heard the shower cut off. Lea quickly went out to wait in the parent’s bedroom. They were on vacation somewhere in Hawaii. She opened the walk in closet and sat down in the chair she had put there earlier. Now she just had to wait about and hour or so.

After waiting about ninety minutes, she slowly and quietly made her way to the redhead’s bedroom door. She could hear rhythmic breathing coming from the open door. Peeking in she saw the redhead passed out on the bed. The bed was a queen sized poster bed. Showtime thought Lea. Redhead+ was still naked from her shower. Lea noted that she was a true redhead top and bottom. She rolled her over and pulled off all the bedding except the bottom fitted sheet. Using rope from her bag, she tied each limb to a bed post. She put a piece of duck tape across her mouth and checked her to make sure she was breathing. She closed up the window and waited for the girl to wake up. The drug she gave her was only supposed to put her out for a couple of hours. 

While she waited, Lea decided to shave the girl’s pussy. She wanted it bald like her own. This meant she had to untie her legs to get full access to her red haired pussy. Just as she got her shaved and retied, the girl started to stir. Her movements caused her freckled breast to jiggle. She struggled briefly then raised her head. When she saw Lea, her eyes widened in fear. For Lea stood naked before her. Lea was tall with an hour glass figure. Her firm breast had small brown areolas that were topped with hard little sensitive nipples. Her pussy mound was shaved clean. 

Lea crawled upon the bed and sat on the redhead’s stomach. “Hi sweetie, you look so good tied up like that. My pussy is just pulsating watching you.” Lea ground her naked pussy around on the girl’s stomach. The girl made incoherent sounds and the wild fear in her eyes made Lea laugh.

“Don’t worry you’ll come out of this intact, if you do as I say. Now, I’m going to take the tape off of your mouth. I do not want any screaming, got me?” Lea said firmly.

She slowly pulled back the tape and the girl let loose with a high pitched scream. Lea quickly put the tape back on her. She climbed off and picked up her bag. She took out a pair of tittie clamps and placed them on the girl. Pain shot through her breast causing the redhead to buck trying to get them off. But she was securely tied. Lea stood back and watched her squirm until she tired. She then climbed back on top of her again.

“Now, let’s try that again. Every time you displease me or scream, I’m going to give you pain,” said Lea as she removed the clamps.

She pulled back the tape and the girl moved her lips to moisten them.

“What’s your name?” Lea already knew it was Gloria. She would punish her if she lied. The girl must have read her mind. “Gloria . . . . .Munsford,” she said in a hoarse voice.

“Well, Gloria, let me just tell you what I want.” The girl’s steely blue eyes were locked onto Lea’s brown eyes. “I want to fuck you and suck you and cum all over your pretty little body. Are you a lesbian by any chance?” 

“No . . . are you crazy? You’re a girl you can’t fuck me,” whimpered Gloria

Lea politely pinched her nipples making Gloria draw her breath and squirm.

“I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry,” she began to cry.

“Shush, shush, I told you what will happen if you displease me.”

Lea scooted down so she could rub her bald pussy mound with Gloria’s. “I shaved you so that you could really feel me.” Lea was excited, the friction between the two pussies was making her cunt juices flow. 

Gloria’s head was a little woozy, but her pussy was starting to feel hot to her. She could feel the other woman’s pussy and sometimes their clits touched. Lea was ready to move on. Back in her bag, she fished out some ben wa balls and inserted them into her hot box. What a feeling having the balls moving around in her pussy. Lea removed a nipple teaser and a clit teaser from her bag. She placed a nipple teaser on each of Gloria’s breast then parted her lips and put the clit teaser on her clitty. 

Gloria began to feel the effects of the teasers. Lea sat back and watched her with her fingers scraping at her hot little clit. A moan escaped Gloria’s lips as stared at Lea in dismay. The teaser on her tits were giving her small orgasms. She wanted desperately to pull them off to stop the stimulation. Her pelvis was bucking uncontrollably as she tried to dislodge the clit teaser. The constant stimulation to her clit was driving her crazy. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on anything else . But it was hopeless. The ropes did not give her much to work with.

“Please . . . ohhh . . please . . .take them off . . .ahhggg . . . .please,” begged Gloria. Her hips were totally out of control. She tried to clamp her legs together, but they were tied apart. Her orgasm burst out of her fueled by the teasers. Her head flayed from side to side and her back arched. She continued to tremble and moan as the teasers were still working. 

Lea had to stop fingering herself before she made herself cum. The site of the helpless girl was overpowering. Gloria’s engorged pussy lips were glistening with her cum juices and moans were coming from her parched lips. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. Lea reached over and took all the teasers off. The girl’s body relaxed and she lay with her eyes closed. 

“Wasn’t that fun Gloria? You are so hot to watch. You tried like hell to fight that orgasm, but it got you. Ohhh, I just want to fuck you. I’d love to have a great big, bat sized dick to put in you. Your tight little pussy would be stretched wide trying to take all of my dick in,” Lea whispered in Gloria’s ear. She reached down and pinched a nipple and delighted in Gloria’s moan.

“Now Gloria, I know you may not have ever done this. But I want you to eat my pussy and make me cum. If I don’t cum, you’ll get the titty clamps back and a few other unpleasant painful things in my little bag.” For emphasis, she took out a sharp black- handled knife and laid it across Gloria’s chest. “If you bite me, I’ll use this on your beautiful titties.” She placed the knife back in the bag and straddled Gloria again. Gloria was trying to master her fear. She thought if she just pleased her, she would release her unharmed.

“Come on baby, eat my pussy. I want to feel your tongue up in me,” said Lea as she settled herself over Gloria’s face. Gloria looked up into the first woman’s pussy she had ever seen. Lea’s was hairless and Gloria could see her plump pussy lips dripping with wetness. Her clit stood out prominently. Gloria had the fleeting thought that it was unnaturally large. The aroma of an aroused pussy titillated her nose. 

Lea settled her pussy down on Gloria’s face and begin to slowly rub her sopping pussy all over Gloria’s face. She rubbed herself over Gloria’s forehead, her eyebrows, her eyes, her cheeks leaving sticky wetness all over. Gloria mindful of what she needed to do stuck her tongue out trying to catch her target. Finally, Lea stopped over Gloria’s mouth. Gloria found her mark and stabbed at Lea’s pussy hole. She lapped at the juices that were running out and down onto her face. With effort she tried to regulate her breathing. Lea fucked Gloria’s face with abandon. Gloria swirled her tongue and found the long clit. It was like sucking a little dick. Lea gyrated her hips as she rose often so the girl could breath. “Ooh, yeah, that’s it Gloria . . .you got my pussy on firreee,” she screamed out. Gloria used everything she had to bring Lea to the boiling point. She caught the clit lashing it over and over with her tongue. The ben wa balls were stimulating Lea’s pussy muscles. With a scream that chilled Gloria to the bone, Lea erupted into a mind-boggling orgasm that flipped her backwards. Gloria sucked in much needed air as Lea lay across her shaking and moaning. 

“Please let me go now,” begged Gloria. “I did what you asked.”

“Oh, my sweet, you licked my pussy like a pro,” Lea answered as she got off of Gloria. She did several stretches to rejuvenate her body. That orgasm had rocked her to her core. 

“Why are you doing this to me. Women don’t do these kind of things. I don’t know you so I never did anything to you,” complained Gloria.

Ohh, but you did. It was long ago, but you and your friends did do me wrong. Now it’s pay back time. Over ten years ago when Lea and her family lived in this town, Gloria and her girlfriends had been instrumental in making Lea’s life living hell. This was her therapy, even if it was wrong, to make all of them pay

Lea casually reached over and viciously tweaked Gloria’s nipples, enjoying the pain she caused. “Watch your mouth or do you just like pain?”

It was time to wrap things up. It was time to fuck the living shit out of Miss Gloria. Lea removed an item from her bag and held it up for ‘Gloria to see. Her eyes widened but she wisely didn’t comment. It was a hot pink strap on dildo, eight inches long and three inches around.

“I thought you might like pink,” laughed Lea. She securely strapped on the dildo. It stuck out obscenely from her groin. Lea thrust her pelvis back and forth getting a feel for the dildo. 

“I wish I was a man right now. I’d love to have a massive thick cock to stuff in your tight little pussy. I’d shove it up in you until you turned blue, you cunthole, “ Lea lamented.

Moving quickly she untied Gloria’s feet and retied them on the opposite post. She then did the same thing making Gloria turn over. She now lay on her stomach. Gloria wanted badly to beg again, but thought better of it. She just had to try and keep her head if she wanted to get through this. 

Lea took out a paddle and trailed it along Gloria’s back. Gloria immediately started to whimper softly. Lea whispered a warning in her ear, “I’m going to give you something you’ve long deserved. If you scream out, you’ll get an extra five for each scream. So I’d be real quiet if I was you,” With that, she brought the paddle down on Gloria’s ass cheeks. Gloria managed to stifle the scream before it could pass her lips. In quick succession Lea paddled her. Gloria bucked with each blow. When it was over her ass was red and tender to the touch. Gloria lay crying quietly and trembling. What had she done to this bitch who she didn’t even recognize. Before she could catch her breath, Lea untied her feet and ordered her to bring her knees up. Afraid to make her mad, Gloria pulled her knees up making her ass stick out. 

Lea massaged the red ass before her. She reached down and stroked the glistening pussy lips. Using her fingers, she parted Gloria’s thin lips and masturbated her clit. Gloria trembled in anticipation of more pain. Lea made her gap her knees. She lined the dildo up to the gapping hole. 

From watching her, Lea knew Gloria liked it rough and she planned to give it to her that way. She had watched Gloria and her Boyfriend go at it a couple of times. With a mighty thrust she buried the dildo all the way in. A loud moan escaped Gloria’s lips. Without giving her a chance to adjust, Lea pulled out to the tip and slammed back in repeatedly. Gloria felt like a hot poker was mangling her pussy. In and out the dildo went. Lea strained to give as much force as a man would. 

“Ohh, yea, you . . .fucked over . . .me and . . .now I’m fu. . .cking over you, bitch,” Lea screamed out.

Gloria’s already lubed pussy filled with her juices as the dildo tickled her cervix. Lea gripped her thighs and used the dildo as a battering ram. Gloria thrust back to meet Lea’s thrust. She could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm. Gloria dared not scream out for fear of being punished. But, it hurt to hold in her orgasm. Slowly it built to a crescendo. Gloria lost control and pressed her lips together to keep in her joy. Her orgasm rocked her, her cum lubricating the dildo even more. Lea continued to pound the dildo into her. Her pussy was not allowed to relax as Lea kept up the torment. In and out she slammed. Gloria’s knees began to give out, but Lea pinched a nipple when she tried to go down. The continual waves of orgasm was too much for her. She fell forward, passed out. Lea pulled the dildo out and fell over to the side. She was drained. Her anger was gone now. She would be able to put Gloria and her friends out of her mind now. The pain they had caused her as a child was gone. Each of the other two had received the same treatment.

As a young girl, Gloria, Amber and Marissa had tormented her daily. One day, on the pretense of possible friendship, they had lured her to Marissa’s house. There they had sodomized and peed on her and told her over and over she was thrash. She had repaid them all, now life could begin for her. 

Lea quickly cleaned up and gathered her things. She took several photos of Gloria sprawled out on the bed. She got several closeups of Gloria’s battered pussy with cum leaking out of her. She checked the tape recorder in her bag to make sure it had picked up everything. Lea untied Gloria and put her on her side then left the way she came in. The dog escorted her off the property.



Nasty Girl



Those who meet me see me as a quiet girl a good girl. Guys wonder why I don't talk; some think it's cute. But you know what they say about the quiet ones (were quiet cause we have to keep our mouths shut to hide our secrets). 

I don't have secrets per say but I do have a dark side. I like to walk on the wild side. I'm curious by nature. Curiosity in its self can be healthy but even I have to admit mines takes on a darker side. I have an active imagination. All knowledge is good right? I'm curious about all types of things from why it rains to how far it would take to get to the sun. Does a color have a taste? 

Yes a second in a day doesn't go by without me thinking a million and one thoughts. I'm a geek and know it but it is all good I'm a sexy geek and I know it. Long brown hair chocolate brown eyes and pecan tan colored skin. 5'7 in height long legs prefect to wrap around your waist. Yeah that was a come-on see when I said I think about everything I did mean everything. That of course includes sex. 

I find sex fascinating in all its forms. How tried much and what I have tried wasn't all that trilling but hey a girl can dream. And dream I can and do. I wonder what it would be like to have sex on a beach. The sand hot and soft beneath by back as I hold a hot stud in my arms my hand splayed along his back while my other runs up his chest enjoying the feel of his six pact. The sounds of his moans as he pumps his long hard rod into my tight hot wet sheath persists strokes. 

Yes I have a rich fantasy life the problem is I'm as geek and though I have this hot stud's 8inch cock in me I'm thinking about the practicalities what if someone sees us? What would they think if they did hmm how will I get the sand out my ass crack? Yes that's my problem I'm curious but I'm also too smart for my own good I can never just let myself go enjoy the moment. I love to dirty dance the thought and feel of my body moving to a hot hard beat.

The lust in a guys eyes as he watches my hips undulate to the beat the feel of my over large C- cup breast bouncing up and down as I move. The look in their eyes that tells me they are imagining me under them in the throes of passion as I move causes me to soak the seat of my panties. Too bad most of my sexy dances happen inside my head I'm too worried in reality what people are saying or thinking to just lose myself in the beat. 

I'm such a tease it turns me on to know I can make a guy horny with just a look or with a few well placed words. It makes me feel powerful to turn a guy on knowing his lust is for me is enough to get my juices flowing. Flirting with a guy is such a turn-on knowing I'm making him hard and horny with my words and/or my body language is such a rush. 

But of course my brain kicks in and I think is it me he wants or will any willing girl do? And I feel my power wan. The thrill for me is gone and like a turtle I return to my shell to lick myself inflicted wounds. The feel on a nice hard but soft cock in my mouth is a pleasure to behold my hot wet tongue sliding up and down that velvet shaft while the guy loses control I love it it's a heady feel too bad I can't sit back and enjoy it.

My brain is not my friend see I'm wondering now if he will tell all his friends what good head I give. I love to walk on the wild side. I'm a slut in the bedroom but a lady on the streets. My dirtiest fantasies to be tied up I can't move to bad I can still think petty that. My thoughts are not always my enemies my dreams my fantasies can be a comfort as well as a double edge sword. I won't lie I love to be a nasty girl but in truth it's only the good girl I let out to see the world my nasty girl is locked away. 

The good girl with all her fears has her under lock and key. One day I will meet the right guy full of patience, compassion ,love, and the strength I don't have with him my nasty girl will find they key to the lock for him will I dance my sexy dance in the nude gyrating to the beat of a hot Latin song. For him will I unleash my cock sucking skills learned and practiced in many years of dreams. 

He will enjoy my agile tongue that loves to tie cherry stems in knots while my nasty girl thinks her nasty thoughts. I looking for a guy who wants to get dirty in a back of a limousine I'm looking for a guy who wants to try to reenact all 1001 positions in the karma sutra I'm looking for a guy who wants to get down and dirty I want to see what it's like to come ten times in one night. Is that even possible? Even if it's not wouldn't be so much fun to try? I'm looking for a guy to lick like a lollipop I so have an oral fixation. 

Cause this nasty girl is looking for a nasty boy, but see to know me is to love me and to love me is to know me. I'm such a nasty girl but as Samantha fox said Naughty Girls need love too. So if you're not looking for love you need not apply.



Nasty Girl



My husband asked me to come out-of-town with him on a business trip. He said he would be finished with his meetings by 5, and then he and I could enjoy the city. I love to travel, so I was totally onboard.

Well, he was wrong about being finished by 5. Wednesday and Thursday nights he wasn't finished until 9; then by the time we got some food, he was dead tired. His company put us up in a nice hotel, and I enjoyed my days off from work, but I hadn't come on that trip to watch hubby be a workaholic.

Friday night I, I was dressed for a club by the time he came in. I was going somewhere fun, with or without him. When he came in and saw his 29-year-old, chocolate, 5-foot-7, 36-24-34 wife in his favorite sheer purple halter top, black mini-skirt, and 5-inch heels, he knew he'd better get with the program. He was in and out of the shower in 10 minutes, and dressed in another 10.

We went to a seafood restaurant, and I got all kinds of stares when I took my jacket off. There was nothing too scandalous about my top – except that my back is totally out, which means I can't wear a bra with it. It wasn't cold enough for my nipples to get hard from the temperature, but they were certainly hard from the attention. The maitre d and waiter were lingering at the table, wives were elbowing their husbands, and my husband was looking at me as if I was in the menu.

"What are you up for tonight?"

"I ordered the lobster; why?"

"That's not what I meant," he grinned.

I smiled, "What are you up for?"

"I'm up for making the last two days up to you. I'm sorry for staying out so late, but this deal is going to mean a promotion. I wanted to make sure everything went just right."

"I understand."

"So now that it is done, I'm all about you."

I thought for a second, "I want to go dancing at a club."

"A man at the company here told me a few good ones to go to." He lowered his voice a little, "I had a feeling you'd want to shake your ass tonight."

I just smiled. The waiter brought our wine, and shifted his eyes to me as he poured a glass for my husband to taste. I just smiled at that too. He filled hubby's glass, then slowly filled mine. Hubby knows I like attention, and just grinned at me as the waiter got a birdseye view of my cleavage.

When he left, hubby raised his glass to toast me. "To my sexy wife, and all the attention she deserves."

"To the love of my life," I clicked his glass.

We talked our way through dinner, then made our way to the club that was suggested. There was a short line to get in. As we stood there, hubby leaned over to kiss me. He knows his lips drive me crazy, but I held my composure – visually anyway. His lips had started a tingle between my legs though.

On line and in the club, I got more stares – from men and women. This time, no one seems to disapprove. A few women even complimented me. We went right to the bar to order dinks. As we are waiting, my husband joked that a few of the women starred him down like they wanted to take me away from him –at least, I thought he was joking.

I got a Sex-on-the-Beach, and by the time I finished it, I felt myself loosening up a little. Hubby asked if I was ready to dance, or if I wanted another drink first. I never needed a drink to dance, but I did ask for another just to make sure I gave myself a buzz. This time we made our way to a spot where we could see the dancefloor as we drank.

The DJ was on point, and I had no problem getting into his groove. Three songs in to our dancing, I noticed a couple dancing close beside us – the woman was beside my husband, and the man was beside me. A few times, she turned to hubby while smiling at me. Hubby and I gave each other a hey look, and kept dancing. On the next song, she was between us facing me, and her man was behind me. She and I were the same height, and she had on a light blouse too, so our nipples touched a few times as we danced.

What really sent me was when I felt her hands slide inside my top just above my skirt, and I flet his hands on my hips. She leaned to my ear and introduced herself, then asked if I minded if she danced with my husband for a second. My buzz and their hands were feeling good, and I said I didn't mind. She turned to hubby, and her man turned me around to him.

"I'm Ellis, and my wife is Katie – how are you?"

"I'm good."

"We saw you two at the bar, and didn't know exactly how to approach you."

I laughed, "I think you found a pretty good way."

"You are blazin' in that top," he smiled.

"Thank you, Ellis."

"I don't know who wants you more – me or my wife."

"There's enough of me for both," I put my arms on his shoulders.

He looked right at my cleavage, as I wanted him to do, "Ok, I think I want you more – she can wait."

"You're silly."

"We're from Indiana; here visiting her family."

"We're from Ohio."

"You don't live here?"

"Nope; hubby is here on business, and I tagged along."

"When are you going back?"

"Sunday morning."

"Oh wow."

"You seem disappointed?"

"We're here for another week. We have some family stuff to do the next few nights, and were going to see if we could meet you for dinner and drinks next week before we left."

"We'll be back home."

"Not to rush anything, but are you guys free at all tomorrow?"

"I don't know what our plans are yet."

I felt my hips being turned again. When I'm face-to-face with Katie again, she leans into my ear, "Can we exchange numbers?"

"Sure," I gave her my number to put in her phone. We all exchanged hugs before they left. Hubby and I danced for one more song, then made our way to an empty cocktail table. What did she say to you?"

"I couldn't hear all of what she was saying, but she introduced herself and asked if we ever went out with other couples."

"I think they're swingers."

"Yeah, I got that impression," hubby laughed.

"What did you think of her?"

"Oh, she was real cute!"

I playfully gave him a what was that? look, though he knows we talk freely about other people we are attracted to.

"What did you think about him?"

"I would have gone out with him," I smiled. "Did she tell you they are from Indiana?"

"Yeah."

"Why'd they leave so quick?"

"They're in a wedding tomorrow, and were just out to blow off some steam."

As hubby was talking, I noticed a man a few tables away staring intently. Everyone else looked, then looked away, but he was gazing at me.

"Think she'll call you?"

"Probably not," I laughed. "You know how flaky people can be." I moved closer to him, "I will tell you this, though. That little bit of dancing with them got me a little juicy."

Hubby put his hand on my leg, "Oh yeah?"

"Yes!"

"Well, hopefully you aren't ready to go put that fire out yet, I'm enjoying seeing all the attention I see you getting."

I noticed the man still staring. This time when I caught his eye, he licked his lips, which gave me a small chill. "I'm enjoying it too."

Hubby leaned over to my ear and whispered that I was the sexiest mutha fucker in the club, and he was proud as hell I was on his arm. That gave me an even bigger chill, and I gave him a big kiss. Hubby's hand went further up my thigh before we broke the kiss. I looked over, and the man licked his lips again with a smile. I smiled back, and shifted so he had a better view of the imprint of my hard nipples. He said something to his boy, and moved to a closer table.

"You know I'd like to fuck you right here, right?" hubby whispered.

I kept an eye on the man, while I responded to hubby, "And I wouldn't do a damn thing to stop you."

"Have you lean over the table just a little bit, lift your skirt, slide your g-string to the side, and work that wet pussy just how you like it worked."

I bit my lip, and let out a low moan.

"And you wouldn't care who noticed would you?"

"Baby, unless you are about to make this happen, you'd better stop."

"Answer me," he squeezed my thigh.

"I wouldn't care at all," I sighed. I looked over, and the man was just one table away. He was grinning from ear-to-ear. I smiled back again, and licked my lips.

Hubby leaned back, "I have to go to the bathroom."

"Don't be wasting nothing!"

He laughed, "Do you want another drink?"

"Yes, please."

He kissed me, "Be right back." He and the man made brief eye contact, and gave each other a head nod before he left.

I sat there moving to the music, until I heard a voice at my ear, "I'm enjoying staring at your lovely twins."

"That's what this top is for," I shift slightly to see him.

He keeps his eyes buried in my cleavage, "They look so suckable."

"For the right pair of lips."

He smiled and ran his finger lightly on my thighs as I looked out for hubby. "I'm Rome," he smiled. "Is that your husband?"

I parted my legs a little, "Yes, he picked out this outfit for me."

Rome rested his hand on my mid-thigh, "The man has impeccable taste. I admire him for letting you come out like this."

"He knows I'm not going anywhere," I smiled.

"Your legs feel so soft and your nipples are so hard," he whispered. "Wish my lips and face were closer."

"How close?" I slid the material of my top just far enough to the side to expose my nipple.

He wasted no time in leaning over to get a suck. He leaned up, and I covered up, but not before a few people close by caught the activity. They just grinned, and Rome's hand slid further up my thigh.

I whisper while parting my legs a little farther, "Bold men are so hot."

"Bold like this?" he slid his hand higher between my thighs.

I moaned, "Be careful, your hand might come out wet."

"I'll just have to lick them as you watch."

"You wouldn't."

"Stand up."

I see hubby come from the restroom, and get in the bar line. I slide off the stool, but keep one foot on the rung. Rome slid his hand higher, and rubbed across my wet g-string. He then slid it aside and felt my full moistness with his fingers. I grinded my hips to the music; a few people close by could see what was happening. Rome kept rubbing me there, making me want more."

"Now, lick 'em, if u ain't scurred."

Rome leaned over and gave my nipples a quick but slow lick and kiss through my top.

"I meant your fingers!"

"Oohhh!" he licked them and then stirred his drink with them.

As I sat back on my stool, with a big smile, I felt the bulge in his pants, "Nice!"

Rome acted like he dropped something at the table, and knelt down to get it. "Give ‘em to me."

I saw hubby paying for the drinks, and quickly raised my bottom off the seat. In a quick swoop, Rome was gone with my panties back to his original table.

Hubby set my drink on the table, "Sorry that took so long."

"No problem, you're friend kept me company," I kissed him.

"What friend?"

I took a drink to refresh my buzz, "The one who told you about the bar?"

"Lucas is here?" He put his hand back on my thigh, "I didn't think this was his kind of club."

"Why not?"

"He's an older, white man – though I think he's part owner in this place."

I looked over, and Rome had my g-string balled in his hand. He was staring at me, and smelling it.

"Now, where were we?"

I took a bigger drink, "You were about to take me to the car and fuck the shit out of me for being a nasty girl just now.

He looked at me, confused.

I shifted our positions so that I could whisper in his ear, and have eye contact with Rome. I told hubby everything, while running my hands over his chest and dick through his shirt and pants. When I finished my tale, I looked him in the eye, "I love you."

He looked over his shoulder at Rome, who averted his eyes for a second, and then looked right back at hubby. "What are you up for tonight?"

I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss.

Hubby smiled, and wrote on the back of a business card he took out of his pocket. "Let's go," he got up and took my arm. As we passed by Rome, he stopped for a second, then put the card on the table.



Nasty Granny



It was a very hot day in Guatemala. The invisible God Sun was scorching relentlessly the arid land and the hapless citizens, who were running panic-stricken, desperately seeking a shady refuge. Even the dogs in the streets had withdrawn long time ago, lugging slowly their tired limbs, one after another, carrying away the burden of their existence. 

Veronica was sitting on her brown leather armchair, sweating and breathing heavily. Her tiny peacock-blue bikini was soaking wet and her black stiletto high heels reflected the sunlight which was coming through the blinds. Thick beads of sweat had taken shape on her face and perspiration was trickling down her freckled cleavage. She was working on her laptop and speaking at the same time to her friend Carolina on Msn messenger. 

They had been friends and lovers for many years and used to share their sexual fantasies both on bed and online. Hardcore lesbians as they were, they had tried every fetish you could imagine. However, the only thing that could turn them on so hard and absolute had been and was anal fisting. 

Veronica would never forget the first time Carolina had fisted her tight ass. The pain had been so intense and immense that she had been crying her heart out for hours. Once Carolina had inserted two fingers in her rear end and started pushing them inside, it felt good-at that moment. Her husband used to abuse her dark hole when she had her period and two fingers inside her butt had never been a problem. Actually, she always enjoyed having her hubby's thick tool deep inside her "forbidden path"; she would never stop rocking her pelvis very fast up and down, roughly milking, that way, his stiff mast with her muscular fatless buttocks, even after his orgasm, until it waned into nothing more than a drained innocuous small worm. But when Carolina managed to add a third and forth finger inside, she had screamed and almost passed out.

Carolina had never been a person who would take a "no" for answer and therefore, she had proceeded in shoving her right palm in Veronica's overstretched rectum, despite her pathetic cries for help. Veronica remembered very well the way she had been squirming in agony like an impaled snake, clenching the sheets with her fists and banging her head on the pillow, for many minutes, until a thunderous orgasm knocked her out unconscious.

Veronica at her 55 looked no more than 35 years old. Of course the wrinkles on her face, hands and neck would definitely betray her true age; nevertheless the sight of her firm fatless body would send any previous impressions to the litter-bin in a fraction of a second. She was 5'2'' tall, with 32 C cup size and weighed 128 pounds. The features of her face were rather classical for her nationality, reminiscent of Incas; her hawkish eyes were black and sharp, her hunched nose was thin and she had a boyish haircut-the hair was dyed red. Her figure was slim and athletic and her legs were rather short in comparison with her body. She had divorced her husband a few years ago and had a daughter-36 years old Carolyn-and two granddaughters-13 years old Amber and 9 years old Vero.

Carolina had come across some incest pictures in the net and was showing them to Veronica. Veronica had stopped her work and was looking at them while still chatting with her. There were various poses with older females involved in oral action with young men, two of which had attracted Veronica's attention. 

The first one had a totally surprised 19 years old naked man standing up with hands on the waist. His 35 years old mommy, with eyes closed and hands on her knees, was knelt before him-her straight brown shoulder length hair was parted in the middle; she had a pearl necklace around her neck and was dressed in a black evening gown-and had sweetly trapped the tip of her son's erected small dick between her scarlet lips.

The other one was the close-up of a 18 years old boy's crotch who was laid on a carpet. His legs were spread apart and the pelvis was lifted 3 inches above the ground. His 40 years old blonde mommy-completely naked, with eyes half closed and her sweaty matted hair disturbed and messy-was laid on her right side and had her head rested on his tummy. Her right hand -very inconvenient; someone would expect the other one- had cupped his testicles and the super red bulge of the very well-salivated pole was leaned lazily towards her wide opened mouth, while a thick crust of musky milky semen covered her lips and the tip of the nose. 

Veronica had already placed her right hand inside her bikini and was rubbing slowly her shaved slit when the door bell rang. At first she tried to ignore it but the bell-sound kept piercing her ears and nerves. Upset and furious to the highest degree she got up and went to answer the door. At the door stood a 18 years old girl dressed in white t-shirt and shorts. 

Veronica: "What do you want Marietta?"

Marietta: "I am very sorry Miss Veronica. I didn't mean to bother you but my mother sent me to ask you if you could give us a cup of sugar. She is making a cake and unfortunately we run out of it."

Veronica: "You always find the right moment to disturb me Marietta. You could have come an hour later than that. Can't you see I am busy?...Damn!...Step inside young lady." 

Marietta: "It isn't my fault Miss. My mother sent me and..."

Veronica: "I know very well you and your mother, Marietta. You are always bugging me with your nonsense. I wonder what you mother told you this time."

Marietta: "Eeeemm...She said: "Why don't you go to that old lady and bring me some sugar for my cake?" That was exactly her words."

Veronica: "OLD LADY? OLD? Did she say that?"

Marietta: "Exactly Miss."

Veronica: "The filthy bitch! She always envied my class and body. She may be younger than me but never took care of her body and now looks like a fat cow. She never believed that I would have the guts to divorce my husband and live my life the way I wanted. Tell me Marietta, does your mother have the body I got? Are her tits firm and bulky as mine? Tell me the truth. I have noticed the way you are looking at my breasts."

Having said that Veronica lifted her arms and entwined her fingers behind her head, forcing her breasts to perk up and show their true power. She sucked her tummy in and her hands slowly traced the curves of her bulky breasts and then continued down along her stomach and around her wide hips. After that, she turned around, straddling her legs for better balance, and flexed the muscles of her back and ass. Her hands stroked many times her hard-as-rock muscular back orbs and then her agile fingers tucked the rest of her bikini into her back slit, leaving only a thick line of fabric to protrude. As if it wasn't enough, she began-teasingly-bending over very slowly, exposing and parting her magnificent ass and crotch inch by inch. By the time she completed her movement her hands were touching her ankles. She, then, slid her palms along her stringy calves, fondled the back of her thighs and went on to part wide her "muzzled"-the fabric had split it in two-labia, constantly looking at Marietta through her straddled legs.

Veronica: "What do you say now, young lady?"

Marietta: "Miss Veronica you make me blush! Ummm...what I should say?...I suppose you have..."

Veronica: "I see that you are a doubting Thomas. So, you don't believe me...Come on now and touch them! Feel them and tell me your opinion or else I wont give you the sugar."

Marietta: "But...but..."

Veronica: 'Shut up girl and do as I tell you. I'll make it easy for you."

Veronica leaned forward and protruded the bulk of her breasts with a teasing smile on her face. Marietta had frozen in her position and couldn't move a muscle as the image of the horny old lady, being scantily dressed and drenched in sweet glistening sweat, was absolutely irresistible. Veronica uncovered her nipples, by dragging the fabric of the bra underneath her breasts, and began stroking and rubbing them slowly.

Marietta, as if she were in trance, raised her hands in slow motion and cupped Veronica's erected nipples. Veronica let out a soft moan and put her own hands on Marietta's and started to move them in lingering circles. Marietta expected to find them shaggy and very soft but she got surprised by the fact that besides being shapely, they were firm too-in some degree of course. They were slippery, fleshy and very warm and she could feel the engorged nipples poking the soft flesh of her palms like ultra sharp arrowheads.

Veronica placed her hands on Marietta's head and began to caress her curly shoulder length black hair. Marietta was gradually putting aside her earlier inhibitions and started to get bolder as the scene had stimulated her senses to the highest degree. It was as if she were in heaven; she couldn't stop weighing those severely used balloons on her hands, kneading, massaging and squeezing at her heart's content. She even found the courage to roll Veronica's brown swollen nipples between her thumbs and index fingers, over and over, not missing the opportunity to pinch them hard each time.

Veronica: "Ohhh God!!!...You are a little animal, aren't you?...Mmmm...I like it rough...Don't stop please...Put them in your mouth, you hungry beast...Come on now...Don't be afraid to hurt me...Suck my inflamed nipples...Bite them!...You naughty girl...show mommy how you do it...Aouch!!...Keep on...If you stop now, I'll strangle you...I swear...Aaaah..."

Marietta couldn't believe in her ears but she had no reason to protest. The moans, coming out from Veronica's semi opened mouth, the scent of her sweaty body, along with the desperate pleas to abuse her sensitive spots without remorse, had resulted in Marietta's wildest arousal. An arousal so undeniable and imperative that the cells inside her sopping little slit were whimpering their urgent need for immediate relief like forsaken babies.

She opened her baby mouth and stuck out her little red tongue, while Veronica was pulling impatiently the head on her naked breasts. Marietta, hesitatingly, licked the skin around Veronica's left aureole and tasted the salty flavor of her sweat. She, shyly, passed her tongue over the engorged nipple and then she tickled it with the tip of her tongue. Veronica was too aroused to withstand such a timid treatment and immediately she grabbed her left tit, from under, and forced it into Marietta's half-opened mouth. She started feeding the hapless teen with her breast, by shoving it deep into her mouth. 

Marietta closed her lips around the basis of the nipple and started sucking it as if she were a sex-starved leech. Veronica was moaning and groaning like a pregnant mother who is expecting her child in any moment, as her right hand was working overtime over the fabric of her crotch. Marietta couldn't help herself and she bit the nipple hard. Veronica cursed her fate; nevertheless she urged her not to stop. 

Having stabilized the grip of her teeth around Veronica's abused nipple, Marietta, started to flick her tongue over the tip of the nipple like a humming bird. Veronica was shaking her body like a spoilt fidgety child and when Marietta bit the nipple harder and pulled her head away, without leaving it, she threw back her head and screamed her orgasm out.

Marietta: "Are...are you...alright Miss Veronica? I didn't mean to hurt you...I swear God!...but...you kept provoking me to do so...Oh my God...I hope you are alright..."

Veronica: "Oh my God...Oh my God...I have never felt like this in my whole life...Look at my hands...I'm still shaking...I see exploding stars everywhere...Dammit girl... you are very good...Now its my turn..."

Marietta: "Oh no! Please let me go. My mother will be looking for me right now...Give me the cup of sugar and please don't tell mommy..."

Veronica: "No way! You'll do as I say or else I'll tell your mom what you did to me. Take off your clothes and underwear, straddle your legs and look at the wall over there. Support yourself with hands on the wall...NOW!"

Marietta: "Oh no...Nooo...What are you going to do to me?...You are scaring me..."

Veronica: "You are really silly, aren't you? I'm going to give you a very exquisite treatment... You are going to love it...Don't you think that I know exactly what is happening inside your pants right now?"

Marietta: "I don't want it! I'm leaving right now!"

Veronica: "As you like. I'm picking up the phone..."

Marietta stared Veronica in the eyes, with her puppy eyes full of tears, for quite some time and realized that her appeal wouldn't stand a chance. She let out a deep sigh and took off her white t-shirt. Veronica put down the phone and waited there, looking hungrily at her prey. 

Marietta unclasped her 32A cup bra and put it on a chair, exposing her aroused small breasts, whose nipples, strangely, stuck out like small cherries. Veronica passed her tongue over her upper lip, sweeping the beads of sweat which had collected there, and pinched her aching nipples hard, once more.

Marietta dragged her shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them. She turned around, bent over and slipped her pants down to her ankles, exposing her boyish-butt and tight-lipped vulva. After getting rid of the last trace of her dignity, she faced the nearest wall, straddled her legs and supported herself by putting her palms there.

Veronica approached her from behind and kissed her magnificent hair, inhaling their aroma as deep as she could. Her hands went on Marietta's breasts and cupped them carefully. Using her nose and chin, she put aside Marietta's curly hair, exposing her right ear and side-neck. She kissed the right-shoulder tenderly, while her hands were running along Marietta's nipples, tummy and hips.

Marietta shuddered with delight and closed her eyes, as she was enjoying the feeling of being there, totally naked and helpless in the hands of that weird mature woman, who, obviously, knew exactly what to do. Veronica nibbled her way around Marietta's little red ear and then put the earlobe between her lips. She trapped Marietta's nipples between the intersection of her index and middle fingers and squeezed them hard, forcing them to bulge above her knuckles, swallowing, at the same time, the earlobe deep in her mouth.

Marietta moaned loudly and immediately felt a velvet stream of honey juices trickling down her inner thighs and along her calves; she just couldn't quit scratching the surface of her lower lip with her white teeth, as she had never been so wet and aroused throughout her entire life.

Veronica stuck her body on Marietta's, pressing her breasts against her back, and plunged her experienced tongue inside the ear-hole. She started moving it inside out the hole, kneading Marietta's left breast with the left hand and rubbing her wet crotch with the other. Marietta was trembling and wriggling furiously as if she was following the rhythm of some kind of an exotic dance, twisting her upper body left and right in sharp turns, swaying her hips like a belly-dancer and bucking her bum like an untamed mare.

Suddenly, Veronica knelt down and positioned herself between Marietta's straddled legs, right under her crotch. She raised her head and put her wide tongue on the bottom of Marietta's wet slit. By pressing her tongue against the hairy pussylips, she proceeded in sliding it upwards, slowly separating the burning lips, going all the way up to the clit.

Marietta: "Aaaaah...What are you doing to me Miss Veronica?...My God...I can't control myself...Be careful Miss...I'm going to cum...You must take your mouth away from cunnie...I...I don't want...to flood your mouth with my "dirty" juices...Please Miss...I'm so close...HURRY UP!..."

Veronica: "Shut up young lady...I have been doing this in all my life...I know what I'm doing...Let me see what you are made of...Give it to me...Surprise me...Don't keep it for yourself...Share it with me...Come on now...CUM NOW!..."

Veronica stuck her lips on Marietta's exploding vulva as if she were kissing her lover, mouth to mouth, and waited for the inevitable cataclysm of celestial bliss...

END.

Written by Christy Mars copyright © 2006

Especially made for 55 years old Veronica (Guatemala)



Nasty Habit - A Halloween Tale



Suddenly, I had no idea what to say. I went into the bathroom to get a washcloth so she could clean up. I looked into the mirror as the water warmed up; I can't say I thought I was looking at any kind of a good guy. I had never treated Samantha like that before – ever. I realized I had to do something special for her, so I started the water in the tub. I carefully picked her up and placed her in the tub. She didn't, or wouldn't, say a word to me.

I ended up washing her hair and combing it out. I dried her carefully and laid her on the bed again. Only this time I gave her a very slow soft massage. Toward the end of the massage she drifted off into a quiet sleep. I was watching TV when she awoke. I half expected Samantha to either call the cops or call a lawyer after the spanking and marathon fucking. Instead we began to talk, to really listen to what the other was saying. When we weren't talking, we would just cuddle and hold one another. I realized how much I loved her and needed her.

Marianne called the next day to invite me to coffee, I didn't go. I called her during the week and explained what was going on. I was surprised when I heard my voice suggest we stop seeing one another for a while. I was relieved when Marianne agreed and said it was time for her to invite someone else for coffee.

Things between Samantha and I changed completely. Over the next few days and weeks Sam and I cleared the air about just every aspect of our lives, or marriage; everything - but one. 

I needed her to confess, so that I could confess – then I knew we could go forward with a fresh start. I didn't want either one of us feeling any guilt for whatever we may have done for whatever the reason we had done it.

Try as I might, she wouldn't do it. I even brought up the timing of our problems with a vague reference to the Halloween party. Nothing. I began to suspect that maybe she just couldn't do it; maybe she felt too guilty. One thing that had really helped us open up our communication was to write or tell stories that illustrated how we saw things.

I decided to write her a story about what I had seen that Halloween night. I wrote it exactly as it happened, from fondling the mermaid to witnessing the tryst between the couple in the garden; then I read it to her. To say that I was surprised when Samantha grinned, then smiled and finally began to laugh as I told my tale, would not be an understatement. I couldn't believe it, I was stunned. She seemed to be utterly free of any feelings of guilt. Then she said something that shattered my world.

"Oh my God Bill, I can't believe that you saw that. I wonder if they knew you were watching? That would be so erotic to have someone watching you..." Sam's eyes glazed over for a moment, and then she refocused. "I was coming out of one of the bathrooms and this woman comes up and asks me if she can borrow my costume. She said that her husband was raised Catholic; and attended Catholic school from kindergarten all the way through college. She said the poor guy has this huge fetish for all things Catholic involving women. She even has a Catholic school girls' uniform that she wears for him sometimes. Isn't that the kinkiest thing you've ever heard?

"So I decided to let her borrow it. We went into a bedroom to change. I decided to just wait for her; that's why I ended up drinking too much that night. When she returned she was so happy. When she removed the habit I saw her sex, her husband's semen was dripping down her thighs. I'd never seen anything like that before; it made me feel all funny and strange, kind of excited and guilty at the same time. 

"This woman loved her husband so much that she was able to be free with him. She could indulge him and doing that made her happy too. I wanted that, for us. But I didn't know how to talk to you about it. I tried to initiate some things, but you resisted; I felt like such a failure. I think that was why I started arguing with you about the stupidest things.

"Bill, you've always treated me as a complete equal. So much of what we do involves us compromising to maintain that equality. But that wasn't enough and at the same time it was too much. I wanted to experience freedom from compromise; I didn't want to settle for...the same old us. But I just couldn't tell you about what I needed. I was afraid you would think – less of me.

"That day when you spanked me, I was really fighting you at first. But then I wasn't; I didn't want to fight you anymore." Sam looked down at the floor and paused. "I wanted to be dominated by you. I needed to be taken, I had to be fucked. And you did Bill, you fucked me so good. Bill, I've never come so hard or so many times in my life.

"Afterwards, you treated me so lovingly, so gently. My heart just melted open completely to you. I was free, I was free to be honest with you. I wasn't afraid anymore. I love you so much Bill." Tears filled Sam's eyes. I scooped her up and carried her to our bed. We made slow, sweet perfect love.

It was in the sweet afterglow of our love that I understood how truly fucked I was. I knew she would eventually think more clearly about my story. The pieces would fall into place and she would realize that I must have thought that it was her getting fucked by the Devil. I heard her voice in my head, "Well Bill, quite an interesting response. You think you're watching me fucking around on you and you don't say word one – you don't do anything about it? – or did you?" 

I was fucked and I knew it. I didn't know if I should confess or keep quiet. I was sinking into a deep quandary of confusion, completely unsure about what to do. I felt Samantha move beside me and I heard her whisper my name. I opened my mouth to speak – nothing came out.

Thank God she slapped me.

It took a while for Samantha to begin forgiving me. She said that forgiveness is like sobriety, "it's one day at a time and you can't take anything for granted." But she did forgive me.

We attended the Henderson's Halloween party again. It was just as wild as the last one. There was catching up and filling in (the story of my fall and resurrection through Sam's forgiveness figured prominently.) While I hardly left Sam's side, I did notice that a number of Samantha's friends kept me under a constant surveillance. I can't I say I really minded. Sam and I were together – and that was the only thing that mattered. Iknew it, Sam knew it.

Oh, and about that ridiculous rumor that a significant part of Sam's forgiving me involved a dog collar, a ping-pong paddle, and a large strap-on dildo - don't you believe a single word!



Nasty Habits



A story that is a little rough, especially coming from me, so take that into account as you begin. As always, feel free to leave your thoughts if so inspired. 

***

The smell wasn't so bad.

I remember thinking that as I stood at the urinal of the bus station, and that was an indication that I had been spending way too much time in the men's room because I was getting used to the stench of the place.

This was the latest in what was a couple of dozen trips into this vile place, each time following a man in who appealed to me in hopes that when I got in there the man would be standing there at the long though urinal relieving himself.

It wasn't the peeing that turned me on. It was the sight of a man's cock I craved, and this bus station's bathroom was ideal for this perverted pecker checking game I felt I was inventing. With no partitions it was a clear view from end to end.

A lot of guys were like me at the urinal, hiding themselves from view as they did their business, but there were the other guys who simply let it hang out for all to see. Those were the guys I loved to look at, because they invariably were the ones with no need to hide what they were blessed with.

As I was doing the toilet reconnaissance I felt embarrassed, knowing this was no way for an 18 year old to act. I should have been with people my own age doing things that guys do instead of hanging around a public restroom looking at dicks.

The problem was that I didn't really connect with my generation. I was too square and had no desire to smoke dope and listening to the Grateful Dead. My ideal night would be spent listening to Frank Sinatra and enjoying the company of a guy 40 or so years older than me.

The couple of times I had been with guys my age were lousy. They hadn't been as kind and understanding as the two older gentlemen who had taken me under their wing, so to speak. They hadn't cared that I wasn't very good looking and was certainly not well endowed by any stretch of the imagination.

So that's what I was looking for that night, following every man who was more than twice my age into the toilet, hoping to meet - who? Daddy? I don't know. All I knew was if I wasn't here I would be home with Mom, alone and lonely. Here I had a chance but it was getting late and I was starting to give up hope, not to mention the fact that if they had security in the bus station they would have to notice that I was in the bathroom every five minutes.

Then a man old enough to be my grandfather headed for the men's room, with me in hot pursuit. I turned into the room and headed for the urinal only to watch the old guy just go to the sink and watch his hands.

Dutifully I stood at the trough with my dick in hand, pretending to pee while reading the graffiti that I had practically memorized by then, and after the other man left I was just about ready to zip up and go back out to the waiting area when I heard footsteps behind me.

This new arrival not only came up to the urinal but he stood really close to be, especially when you consider that the urinal was probably eight feet long and we were the only ones there. He was so close that I could feel the heat from his body as he took his cock out.

Omigod. What he pulled out was a thing of beauty, and after I looked down at the long thick uncut snake that he allowed to hang out unsupervised, I glanced up to see who it was attached to. John Wayne.

Not actually John Wayne of course, but the man had the brawny Marlboro man look to him. About 6'4" and over 200 pounds and probably around 50, with biceps that looked ready to tear the snug sleeves of the black t-shirt he was wearing that they were encased in. Big muscular hairy arms that could crush me if he wanted to, and a thick 5 o'clock shadow growing out of a ruggedly handsome face.

"Like what you see?" the man asked, his voice sounding exactly the way you would expect coming from a man like that, and he reached down and wiggled that huge cock around for my benefit and stretched it out like it was elastic.

The chill that went down my spine as I watched him manipulate his over-sized manhood was certainly not from the temperature of the muggy room. Neither of us were peeing but only one of us had an erection. I was trying to hide it but that plan went away when the man leaned over and looked at what I trying to shield.

He laughed - snorted actually - apparently amused either by the fact that I had a boner or by the pathetic size of my dick even when fully erect like it was. I was so excited that I didn't care, and I was just about to cum simply from lightly rubbing my boner while staring at the stranger's cock that I hardly heard him when he spoke again.

"Got something else to show you kid," he said, and that's when I looked up and saw what he was holding now instead of his cock.

A wallet, and when he flipped it open I saw the badge inside a second before I got thrown up against the wall.

***

He let me put my dick away before he frisked me, his hands rough and groping hard while he checked me for weapons in every part of me, and then he asked me if I would rather walk out of the station with or without cuffs.

"You make one move I don't like and you're a dead man," he told me as he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and guided me out of the bathroom and through the station.

Outside, he led me to the rear of the station, away from the sight of others, and after he pushed me against the grimy wall he gave me my options.

"Usually with pervs like you I take you to the station and let your parents pick you up and deal with you," he said. "They won't put little kids in jail, although I think a night locked up wuith a pack of them horny fuckers might straighten you out."

"Then again, you might like that. Think your daddy is going to like it when he hears how you spend your time?"

"My father - he's gone," I sniffed.

"Mama's boy, huh? It figures. How the fuck old are you?"

"18."

"Bullshit. No, really."

"18. I swear."

"In that case, you don't get the kid glove treatment. You get arrested and locked up. Mommy can come down to jail and pick up her little fruit."

"Please don't."

"Either that or I could give you some punishment of my own. Something you wouldn't get in court," the cop said as he slammed his massive fist into in his palm. "I could say you resisted arrest. Ever get your ass really kicked?"

"Please," I cried a second before he grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and lifted me off the ground and back against the wall.

"Don't cry," he snarled. "I don't like the tears. I do like the sissy part through. Want to be my bitch?"

"I just want to go home. I'll never come back down here. I swear."

"If another tear comes down that cheek I'm going to really lose it," he snapped, and I nodded as he let my feet back down to the ground.

"We're going to take a little walk, you and me," he said as he led me away from the station, not into a patrol car but down the street into a nasty neighborhood.

***

I thought the block we were in was a row of abandoned houses, but sadly enough there were people living in some of them judging back the lights in a couple of windows that didn't have boards over them. The cop either pushed his way inside a basement or the door just stuck. Either way the door slammed open and I was brought into a very sparsely and shabbily furnished apartment.

I was surprised when the cop hit a switch and the place lit up a little, only the light really made the place look worse. There was a kitchen table and chair, a stove and fridge that looked as old as the policeman, and a bed. The bed was more like an old stained cot without sheets that was riddled with stains.

"What's your name kid?"

"Tim," I said, and then asked what his was, which was not a good idea. 

"My name is sir," he growled while grabbing the collar of my shirt and twisting it, reminding me that a tear was a request for an ass kicking that would involve some dental work I wouldn't want. "Understand?"

For some reason at that moment my eyes went to the cop's bicep, which was bulging ever more with his exertion. Finally I nodded because he was cutting off my air supply, but that was good enough for the brute so he let my shirt go and went over to the fridge to pull out a tall can of Schlitz, which looked good but was apparently not for me.

"Strip."

"Huh?"

"I said strip."

"Here?"

"How about down at the station?"

I took my clothes off under the close observation of "sir", and as he drained beer and crushed the can before getting another he took issue with the way I was dawdling with my underwear.

"I already saw your little peanut back in the men's room. No sense hiding it now," he said and so I tugged my underwear down and exposed myself completely, but now my dick was not hard and was instead acting like a turtle in trying to crawl inside my intestines. "Put your hands behind your head and keep them there."

The cop reached down and picked my jeans off the floor to fish my wallet out, and in between looking at my ID and back at me, that scowl returned.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" he snapped. "You are 18. Going on 19, Timothy," he sneered while derisively mocking the name on my license.

"Let me tell you something son," he continued after throwing my wallet on the table and turning to face me again. "In my professional opinion that's the tiniest dick I've ever seen an a man. No wonder you tried to keep it hid back in the toilet. It was sad looking then but at least when it was hard you could see it. Put your arms down for a minute and get it up."

I reached down and started to pull on myself, playing with my equally shrunken balls as well in an effort to get an erection, but it wasn't working. At least not fast enough for "Sir".

"Sorry. I'm scared," I protested as I watched him get mad watching me try to get erect, something I had never needed to TRY to do before.

"You the type that needs inspiration?" he asked and then peeled the form fitting t-shirt up over his head, pausing as it went over his face so I could see him in all his glory before tossing it aside.

He was gorgeous, even if I was hating him at the moment. The man might have been middle-aged but you couldn't tell by his body, which was tight and nicely muscled. The coating of hair on his chest was jet black and extended down to his tapered waist, and his biceps looked even more massive out of that muscle shirt.

Why couldn't he be nice to me, I recall thinking as I looked at that profoundly hairy chest, wishing that he would let me run my fingers through that luxurious matt of black fur so I could see if it felt as amazing as it looked.

Then he stepped out of is jeans and pulled down his tight boxer briefs after letting me look at the bulge that snaked almost out of the leg hole. I had seen that incredible cock in the men's room and it looked no less incredible here in this dingy apartment, or hell hole.

Riddled with veins almost all the way to the tip of his foreskin, the organ looked frightening even flaccid like it was, and the balls that hung between his legs were equally massive. Despite being petrified, my dick was reacting like the man wanted.

"There. It's still pitiful but at least you can see it now," the man said while instructing my to put my hands back up behind my head. "Let's see what it looks like next to a real man's cock."

The man walked up to me, so close I could smell the spearmint gum he was chewing, and told me to look down. He had lifted his limp cock up and placed it underneath mine, and if his intention was to humiliate me I guess it worked in one sense but not completely.

My pale erection stood out starkly against the dusky cock it rested on, but feeling our cocks touching with the tip of his resting just above my balls, sent shivers down my spine. The preposterous difference in size, with my erection not even half the length and thickness of his limp manhood, actually turned me on in a way I didn't understand.

"You like that don't you?" he sneered when he noticed I was sort of moving my hips to get more contact down there. "You like rubbing your scrawny pecker against my cock?"

"Yes," I admitted as he moved away from me and went behind me.

"You are a little sickie aren't you?" he commented, and after I felt the handcuffs put on my wrists again he lifted my arms even higher so that the chain between the cuffs was draped over a pipe above my head. "So am I."

The man came back around to face me and asked me if I wanted our dicks to rub together some more, and I said yes.

"Here you go," he said while taking his limp cock by the base and slapping my boner with it, causing my dick to bounce like a diving board from the impact. "How does that feel?"

"Hurts," I whimpered, which made him start whipping me harder with his cock.

It didn't hurt. Far from it. It actually felt good and although it sounds foolish to say, the sight of it was even better. Watching my dick get clubbed by that veiny monster was exciting, but if I told me that I liked the feeling I sensed he wouldn't like that and would stop doing it and then do something I might not like at all.

After drubbing my dick for a couple of minutes he stopped and went back for another beer. His cock had gotten even longer from the abuse he thought he had given me, with the tip of his glans now peeking out from beneath the foreskin, and it had to be at least 8" long as it was now. How can a man be so large, I wondered, as well as trying to figure out how big his would be when fully engorged?

"My wrists hurt," I said, and my shoulders were starting to ache as well which served as a reminder that despite how excited I was looking at this man's amazing body, I was in a bit of a predicament being hung in such a helpless fashion.

"I bet they do," he commented, and then asked me if I was thirsty.

"Yes," I croaked, and that had him reaching back in the fridge for a beer.

"Looks good, doesn't it?" he said as he popped it and came over to me, holding the can a few inches from my mouth and moving it away when I leaned toward it.

"Open wide and tip your head back," he instructed.

He then poured the beer down my throat, and it worked out about as well as you would imagine. After swallowing the first few ounces my throat got overwhelmed and I started to choke, the beer flying out of my mouth and all over my chest.

"You made a mess," the man commented. "All over my nice clean floor."

The floor was far from clean, but at least my mouth wasn't dry anymore and the cool liquid on my chest felt good. So did his hand, which he used to rub the beer into my sweaty skin.

"Oh look, Timothy has hair on his chest," he said, noticing that a single golden hair was growing around my left nipple, and as he lightly tugged on it he examined my other nipple and saw it was barren.

"Only one?" he snickered, and after telling me I looked stupid with that solitary hair on my chest he proceeded to pluck it out.

"Ow!" I yelped as my pride and joy fluttered to the floor.

"Don't be a pussy. It didn't hurt," he informed me before continuing his inspection. "You're sweating like a pig."

It was muggy in that room and I could feel the sweat pouring down my sides from my armpits. Sir leaned over and took a whiff under my arm, and after rubbing his finger in the little wisp of soggy hairs he rubbed the finger under my nose.

"Starting to stink a little Timothy," he informed me. 

"It's hot in here."

"You're right, and it's going to get even hotter too," he informed me. "I'm sweating too. Here, let me show you."

Since he was about a head taller than me, all he had to do was stand on his toes a bit to stick his armpit in my face. 

"Do I smell, Timothy?" he asked. "Tell the truth."

"A little," I said as I looked at what seemed like the hairiest armpit in the world.

His armpit hair was so thick that I couldn't see skin underneath the jungle but the slightly sour aroma could not dampen my arousal, having long been attracted to hairy men.

"Then you better clean me up then," Sir said, and he proceeded to grab the back of my head and push my face into the steamy jungle. "Suck it. Lick it good."

I struggled a little because I suspected he thought I was offended by being forced to lick his armpit, but the fact was that I had been introduced to this form of foreplay by one of my older lovers and found I enjoyed it a lot. Now, being "forced" to I didn't have to be embarrassed about doing it.

After I had slobbered under his left arm for awhile, he pulled back and asked me how much I liked it.

"Disgusting," I informed him, and so he laughed and shoved his other armpit in my face.

I devoured his other armpit forest enthusiastically while offering some token resistance, as after he pulled away from my flushed face he said that he got the impression that I wasn't disgusted at all and in fact it seemed to him that I liked it.

"You want me to do that to your pits?" he asked while toying with the soggy wisp of hair under my arm. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," I answered, which was the wrong answer.

"OW!" I yelled after a brisk yank pulled out quite a few of the meager crop I had to begin with.

"Shut up pussy. It didn't hurt."

"Did too."

"Why is your dick still hard then?" he asked before slapping my boner with his palm.

That didn't feel anywhere near as good as his cock had, but I didn't say anything in hopes that he wouldn't do that again.

"Time for some fun. You like toys?" he asked.

He went over and got a bag from the corner, reaching in and pulling out brightly colored clothes pins.

"Please don't," he whined, which I knew wouldn't help even as I was saying it.

Sir took my nipple and twisted it hard, his eyes twinkling as I moaned, and then he clamped the clothes pin on the tender flesh and did the same thing to my other nipple before stepping back and admiring his work.

"Nice, now let's see what we can do with your twig and berries," he said as he pulled out a couple of elastic bands of some sort.

"I guess I'll have to double these over because they're built to fit on a man," he informed me as he secured one of these bands around the base of my dick, making my erection even harder and the pale color start to redden.

My balls took a while to band up because they were contracted and tight, but after his hand cupped my balls a moment the sac relaxed which allowed him to wrap the band around the top of my scrotum. It didn't feel real bad but I suspected that might not be the case if these things stayed on long

"There!" Sir said as he played with my nipple clamps, making them hurt even more. "Having fun?"

"You are," I sniffed.

"You're right. I am," he said. "Can't you tell?"

He nodded down and I saw what he meant. His cock was now erect or nearly so, and while it hadn't grown as much as I had feared it might, what was sticking out in front of him was scary enough. 

"You're liking this too I think, and even if you aren't maybe this will teach you not to hang around men's rooms anymore." 

"I won't. I swear."

"Easy to say," he said as he went into the bag again. "Here we are. You like?"

He was holding up a purple rubbery looking dick, and to emphasize how big it was he held it next to his cock to show me that they were almost the same size.

"Time to get you ready for the real thing," Sir said as he lathered some lotion on the thing, and after he greased up most of the 9 or so inches of purple rubber he hit a switch.

The switch caused the upper end of the cock to start undulating like some sort of hula dancer, and while I knew in my head that protesting and begging would only make it worse I couldn't help myself.

"Please don't," I begged. "I'll do anything..."

"I know," he said. "Stop the tears and unless you want to get gagged, don't scream. Understand?"




Nasty Habits



"My wrists. They hurt. My hands are asleep," I whimpered.

"Word of advice. Relax and take it like a man. If you don't this will tear you up inside. Enjoy it. I've been told it's quite pleasurable," Sir said as I looked at the wiggling vibrator while wondering how many other asses it had been in here in this gross basement.

"Whatever you do, do not try and force it out. If you do, I'll pick it up stick it down your throat to clean it."

"Ow!" I gasped after he reached around and pushed a finger into my ass.

"Damn, you're tight," he said while telling me to spread my legs, and after I did he introduced me to his toy, turning it off before pressing it against my anus a for second before stopping.

"Here, stand on these," he said after kicking a couple of wire milk crates over to me.

I wasn't able to spread my legs wide enough because my arms were already extended up almost as far as I could, so when he got me up on the crates it made my wrists feel a lot better and enabled me to wiggle my fingers a bit to get the blood flowing.

That was small consolation but at least it was something, and being elevated made me the same height as my torturer who was getting ready to impale me with that thing.

"Omigod!" I gasped as the second thing to ever enter my ass was eased in, and while he was gentle enough it still hurt since it was entering pretty much virgin territory because while the old gentlemen's cock that had taken my cherry was pretty big it wasn't as big that this thing.

"Relax," he hissed while spinning more and more into me, and while it may not have been all the way in it sure felt like it. "That's it. Now comes the best part."

He hit the switch, and when that thing started to undulate inside my bowels I thought I was losing my mind. I'm sure I looked ridiculous but I couldn't help it. I was jerking around like a puppet, squirming and swaying just like the thing stuck up my ass was. It didn't feel bad. Just the opposite. It felt too good and I wanted to cum so bad but whatever was bound around my genitals wouldn't allow it.

"Please," I think I pleaded but that word was lost in what sounded like speaking in tongues.

My tormentor was clearing enjoying it, stroking his now fully engorged cock as he spread lube all over it while looking at me with wild eyes. As I did my milk crate dance he came over and undid the thing was binding my balls, and then after he reached up and took the strap off the base of my dick he stepped back.

I came seconds after it cam off and such sweet relief I can't remember ever experiencing. Glancing down at my dick, which was swollen and now of a ghastly crimson purple hue, I was just in time to see it jerk wildly up and down while spurting jets of cum halfway across the room.

I came and then came some more, all the while the vibrator kept churning away as I spastically wiggled and moaned, and just when I thought I had stopped cumming my dick started spurting again. It was beyond pleasurable and was turning into discomfort when he came over and reached under my dick and held my balls in his hand.

"My turn," he whispered as he turned off the toy and extracted the purple toy from me.

"I've never wanted anyone as bad as I want you right now," he said while standing in front of me, slowly stroking that veiny monster while leering at me.

It occurred to me that I was elevated enough so if I wanted to I could lift the chain up over that pipe above me, jump down from the crates and run out the door screaming for help. Of course, the chances are good that I wouldn't make it and would get my ass kicked or worse.

That wasn't why I didn't bolt and instead just stood there though. The fact was that I didn't run because I didn't want to. Everything this man did to me, even the things I didn't like, I actually liked. I know that sounds stupid but it's the way I felt.

I wanted that cock in me and while I would carry on and beg for mercy I would only do it because that was the way he wanted it. My complete submission and my acknowledgment of his superiority to me in every way was what turned him on, and I guess me as well.

"Don't shake your head, Timothy," he said just before giving me one last look at was he was about to impale me with. "You're going to remember this all of your life, the night you took 10 and a half thick inches of man up your ass and lived to tell about it - maybe."

He came behind me and started applying more lube into me. My anus felt like it was already wide open and what was to come would only make it worse but I didn't care. I kept looking straight ahead, looking at the appalling room at every around it.

The clothespins that had been on my nipples were on the floor, having apparently popped off at some point because of the profuse sweat that was pouring out of me. There were even little puddles of sweat on the floor below me and the air was filled with the scents of sex and sweat and ass. That didn't bother Sir though.

"Awww!" I groaned as I felt his monolith push into my anus while the image of what he was doing to my little puckered ring and what it must look like filled my head. "Please. It's way too big."

What I got was what I expected, which was a derisive growl and another couple of inches of cock impaling me.

"You love my big cock in your ass, don't you Timothy?" he growled from behind me while wrapping his arms around me and probing even deeper.

"It hurts too much," I whimpered, shivering from the feel of his hairy body against my smooth back. "It's really too big sir."

"Take like a man, Timothy," he sneered as he started thrusting in and out of me, letting out a grunt each time he pushed in.

I matched that with a grunt of my own, the product of the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain I was feeling. Down below I felt him grab my spent dick, and when I looked down I saw him pulling on it savagely, stretching it out at far as he could each time.

There was no clock so I don't know how long it lasted. Five minutes or fifty. I couldn't say because I was in another world and it hadn't be caused my the half can of beer I had swallowed. In and out his huge cock went, sometimes slow and sometimes fast but always deep and hard.

Halfway through this I came, the result of his brutal yanking on my dick. I hadn't been hard when I came, and my orgasm wasn't nearly as good as the first one but it didn't matter. What mattered was what he wanted.

Eventually he came, and it was just as well because my hands were numb and my hamstrings were quivering. His arms wrapped around me as he started thrusting into me even harder, which I didn't think possible, the force lifting me off the crates with each brutal impalement until he let out a loud moan while my ravaged insides got treated to a soothing warmness.

He held me until his cock slithered out of me and then he pulled the cuffs down off the pipes and helped me down off the crates, even catching me when my knees turned to jelly for a second.

"You okay?" he asked, and I was shocked at his concern but nooded.

He undid the cuffs from my wrists and rubbed my hands for me, which I couldn't even feel for another ten minutes, and he even got me a beer. I downed it fast because I was parched and also because it was hard to handle with dead hands and then he got me another.

"Thank you," I said and then put my arm around his back and put my head on his shoulders.

I couldn't believe I did that and I also couldn't believe he let me, but I did and he did. I felt disgusting being all sweaty and feeling his cum trickling out of my anus but for some reason I also felt something else and after about 5 minutes of standing there I spoke.

"Do you want me again?" I asked.

"No. I only do guys once," he explained. "Besides, it would take me a while to get it up again."

"Maybe I could try," I said. "I kinda know what you like."

He said nothing but didn't stop me when I leaned down and began sucking on his nipples which were big and fat under the black fur. Back and forth I went, feeling the buds get stiff in my mouth while my fingers raked through the soft damp fur, but when I reached down and grabbed his messy cock it was still limp.

What if he wanted me to suck it? I didn't know if I could. What if he actually did get hard again? My anus was throbbing and felt like it was still gaped wide open even though I had checked and it wasn't. I didn't necessarily want him to do it again, but I didn't want him to leave me. Go figure.

Not surprisingly, he lifted his arm and put his hand behind his head, the action making his already massive bicep bulge even more as he presented his armpit to me. He grabbed my head with his free hand to bring me close but I was already there, licking and chewing like the feral animal I had become.

As I lapped the sweaty jungle I checked down below in hopes that he was getting hard but nothing was happening. 

"Anything you want me to do, I will," I said when I briefly lifted my face out from his armpit and whispered.

He said something but I didn't hear him so he repeated it. I told him I didn't know what that was so he explained it, and then we were going over to the kitchen table.

"Turning my back on you like this," he said as he bent over the table and spread his legs. "Don't get brave."

"I won't," I said admiring his broad back and shoulders and the way the muscles rippled as he moved.

Then I was kneeling behind him with my hands on his rock hard buttocks to spread his ass cheeks, exposing the hairy crack and the balloon knot which was barely visible. This was new territory for me, although I had it done to me by that old guy just before he put his dick in me, so I knew it felt good from that angle.

"That's it, get your face in there," he said as he wiggled his butt into my face. "Stick your tongue it. That's it. Deeper."

I did the best I could, what with the tart taste and scent making my eyes water. It smelled raunchy but I could tell by the way he was wiggling around he liked it so I kept licking even though my tongue was already sore from stretching it out to reach as far as I could.

"Oh yeah!" he growled while spreading his legs farther apart. "Eat that ass. Reach under and grab my cock. That's it. Use both hands. Milk it."

I reached around his dangling balls and grabbed his cock which was still soft, and while I kept licking his anus I began to pull on his cock like he was a cow.

"Harder! Milk that fucking cock like you mean it! Like you hate it instead of love it"

I started pulling on his cock harder, and when he scolded me to stop being a wimp I actually did try and yank it off. I don't know why I was shocked when he liked it but I was, but I kept milking and licking like he wanted.

After a few minutes I started to feel his cock start to stiffen under my assault on him and then I heard him let out that moan again. When I took my face out of his ass crack I saw cum pouring out of his cock and onto the floor.

"Not bad for a first time," he said after I had milked him dry, and as I rose and got my knees unstuck from the linoleum I watched him go to the fridge and get another beer.

"Help yourself if you do," he said after I declined his offer of another one. "That thing of yours always hard?"

He was referring to my dick, which was pointing straight ahead, and I shrugged my shoulders and smiled weakly.

"Nice to be young," he said. "Does it bother you? Having such a little one I mean?"

"Sometimes," I admitted.

"I wouldn't let it bother me if I were you."

"Easy for you to say," I lamented. "Want to trade?"

"No thanks," he said and we both grinned while imagining what that would look like. "Still, it's cute. Mine sure isn't."

"Yours is beautiful. At least I think so. Dicks aren't supposed to be cute," I opined.

"Yours is. Deal with it," he said and then he looked at me funny for a second before sitting in the rickety chair that groaned under his massive frame.

"Come here Tim," he said while motioning me over to him, and when I got there he took a deep breath while reaching out for me.

"This is very rare for me," he said while looking at my dick. "Old Art has only done this twice before."

"Art? That's your name?"

"Oops. Oh well, here goes," and with that he leaned forward and took my dick in his mouth.

I thought it was weird that he had only sucked two dicks before, but before we would part he explained that he didn't think he was gay despite everything he had done to me. I think it was the power that excited him and he probably didn't care if the victim was male or female.

Anyway, he was probably telling me the truth about his inexperience because he was just as bad as cock-sucking as I had been when I first started doing it. I did appreciate him trying but when he stopped for a minute, telling me to warn him before I came because he didn't want me to cum in his mouth, I suggested something else.

"I know this is weird," I sheepishly said as I stood in front of Art holding his limp dick and my hard one, rubbing the tips of our cocks together.

"I can't judge," Art said as he looked at my dick with half of the head hidden under his long foreskin, and then he brought his hand down to help crush our cocks together.

"Oh man," I groaned as our hands and cocks rubbed away and then I was cumming, spraying my load all over his cock and pubes.

I grabbed a grubby towel from the sink to wipe him off but Art declined, which I couldn't blame him for.

"I need a shower as bad as you do, so I'll keep your load as a souvenir until I get home," Art said as we got dressed.

"This isn't your house?"

"Hell no, this is just a..."

"Torture chamber?" I asked only half-kiddingly.

"Sometimes," Art said, not kiddingly. "You know how to get out of his neighborhood?"

"Don't dawdle. It's a shitty area," he warned me after I told him I would be fine.

"Do you have to go back to your precinct, or whatever it is?" I asked. "File a report?"

"Why? You want to turn me in?" Art asked, and I shook my head no. "Tell Sarge that Detective Art violated your rights along with your asshole and made you do horrible things?"

"No, I would never do that," I insisted.

"Well, in case you change your mind here's my badge number," Art said, and even though I shook my head and turned away when he opened his wallet to show my his badge, he insisted I look.

"Huh?" I said when I looked at the badge that didn't have a number on it, just a silver shield and the words DEPUTY SHERIFF above it. A toy badge, and not even a good looking one.

"Got it at the dollar store," he said as he laughed at my dazed expression while putting his wallet away. "Hey, I never said I was a cop. Just flashed the badge. You mad?"

"I don't know," I said, and I think I was more disappointed than angry. "Uh, can we get - you know - together again?"

"No," Art said curtly. "It wouldn't be the same the second time. We know each other too well. I know you and you seemed to figure me out pretty quick too. I thought you were acting a bit at times but you were so good that I didn't mind."

"We could try," I said lamely, and while he was probably right I didn't care because I wanted to be with him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Was this love? Was this the Daddy I never had but always searched for?

"Have a good life Tim, and be careful," Art warned as we stepped outdside. "Stay out of places like the bus station. You're cute enough to find what you're looking for in nice places and with nicer people than me."

"You're nice," I protested, wincing because my ass was throbbing and it felt like he was still inside me. "I like you."

"No, I'm not nice Tim. I'm not nice at all," Art said very coldly. "And I like you too. If I didn't like you, you would have seen a different guy back in that apartment than you did. That guy you wouldn't have liked I'm afraid. That guy sometimes even scares me. Goodnight."

We parted ways and I never saw him again, although his last words stayed with me all these years. This "different guy" Art referred to - what was that like? A rougher, more brutal man? It seemed impossible and the thought of seeing that "different guy" while in cuffs and helpless didn't appeal to me much.

Except for sometimes, during a fleeting moment when your imagination gets a little wild. Maybe you have those moments too when you think things that are a bit out there. That's why it's good when those moments stay hidden in the recesses of our minds.

***

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Nasty in the Alley



I want you to see me do this.

I am sitting in my uncle's van outside the halfway house. I am waiting for Ray-Ray and Boudro. It is exactly noon on a mild September day. I am wearing a short trapeze dress, the kind that fits like a tank top over my boobs and then falls wide as a tent down to the hemline at my upper thighs. It is the shape of a dress a baby doll might wear. It is very simple. It is white with a pattern of tiny cherries with tiny green leaves. I am wearing red flip flops with very very thin soles. I don't wear a bra or panties when I come to this neighborhood. I feel nearly naked. I am in the ghetto.

Last night, I spent an hour and a half on the phone with them, Ray-Ray and Boudro. After some pretty nasty back and forth phone sex, I agreed to meet the two of them today to play out some of the stuff we talked about. I am not nervous. Last month, I spent a whole day getting fucked by nine guys. Nine guys! I've been taking it up the ass since I was sixteen, and I've got a lot of aptitude when it comes to stretching my holes, but nine guys was a first. My pussy and asshole had been sore for most of a week, but here I was again, ready for whatever may come. All nine guys live in this halfway house. They are all ex-cons. They are all black.

I am sitting for maybe a minute or two when Ray-Ray comes through the gangway gate on the side of the building. He sees me and smiles his ugly smile. I smile back, and wave. My pussy twitches. He motions for me to get out of the van and come to where he is. I wonder if he will take me inside. I wonder what will happen to me when I finally get to go in there. I wonder if there are more men in there that I haven't met yet. 

I climb out of the van, letting the hem of my little dress roll up under my ass as I slide out. Ray-Ray grins. He can see I'm doing this on purpose. As my feet touch the ground, my whole dress has been pulled up a little past my waist. I just can't tell you how much I like being naked where people can see me. I grin at this ugly man who is so excited to get another shot at me. Even though I know its not a smart thing to do, I gather my hem and hold it above my waist to expose ass and cunt as I slam the door and flip flop up the walk until I am standing in front of Ray-Ray.

I'm surprised when he abruptly bends at the waist and kisses me right above my cunt split. He straightens up and says, "How you doin' baby?"

I give him a one-armed hug. "Hey, Ray-Ray." I'm holding my dress up at my waist. I feel the sun and the wind on my belly and ass cheeks, and between my thighs. My pussy feels cool. It feels like its getting wet. "Thank you for kissing my pussy."

He says, "Thank you for bringing your pussy. I got somethin' for that nasty sweet thing, you know."

"I know. That's why I'm here."

"Come on, baby. Or should I just start callin' you Fuckhole again? I know you be likin' that shit." He holds the gate open for me like the gentleman I know he's not. As soon as his dick is hard, he's going to start being mean, start treating me like shit. Its why I'm here. I step through the gate into the shaded gangway.

He tells me, "We out back playin' ball." He walks behind me as we walk toward the back of the house. I clutch the bunched fabric of my little dress at my waist. He's watching my ass as he follows me. How could he not? The gangway runs the length of the house, along a brambly back yard, and between the halfway house garage and the one next door. I know if I don't let go of my dress I'll walk right out into the alley with everything men like to look at exposed. Ray-Ray said we. We out back. I've had most of the cock that lives in this house stuffed up my cunt and ass. I've gargled their urine. I don't have to be afraid. I keep my hem bunched at my waist as we come through the end of the gangway out into the sun-drenched alley. 

There's a basketball backboard and hoop riveted to the garage, above the door, right under the roof peak. As Ray-Ray and I come out into the alley, Boudro and Yellow are wrestling over the ball. Bobby stands off to the side laughing. When they see me emerge with my dress clutched at my waist, everybody stops what they're doing.

Yellow says, "Hey, hey, hey, look at this here now!" He hands the ball to Boudro and comes over to me. He puts a hand on the side of my face and kisses my cheek. It is affectionate, but there is something menacing in the gesture too. Close like this, he says, "So nice to see you again. And I mean that." He steps back, about three or four feet, and just stares at my cunt. I hold still and let him look at me. 

Ten or so feet behind Yellow, Boudro holds the ball at his hip and stares at my cunny too. He is so dark he looks like negative space in a Bulls jersey and nylon gym shorts. His socks and high topped gym shoes are impossibly white against his black, black skin, which glistens with sweat. Boudro is not a big man. He is barely even a man. Last night on the phone, he told me he was twenty, had been charged as an adult when he was sixteen after a string of burglaries had been committed. He hadn't told me he did it, just that he had been charged, and convicted. Convicted. These men are convicts. And I fuck them. I slide my slick asshole up and down their black shafts. I let them put it in my mouth after they fuck my asshole. It is becoming a regular thing. So much that I'm losing my incentive to date in the conventional sense. Why should I? I know where I can come any hour, any day, and have a halfway house full of cock.

"What's the score?"

Yellow says, "Don' matter. 'Dro, he be losin' just like he always do."

Boudro whips the ball at him, harder than he needs to. Yellow catches it and barks a short laugh. Bobby walks over and stands a little behind, a little to the left of Yellow. Yella. It sounds like Yella when they say it. He is yellow. He is almost as light-skinned as me. His features are completely non-Caucasian. He is a good looking man in a sharky kind of way. He is not sweaty the way Boudro is. He is bigger than Boudro. 

I sense tension, so I say, "Who cares about stupid basketball? Why don't you guys play 'fuck the white girl?' You've got a perfectly good white girl right here. Look at this." I take my left hand, the hand not holding up my dress, and make a peace sign with it, then use it to squeeze my pussy lips so that my clit pops out a little. "See?"

Yellow throws the ball, sidearmed, over the garage into the back yard. He squats down in front of me, his face about a foot away from my cunt. "Hey do that again."

I widen my stance. My flip-flops are planted about four feet apart. Ray-Ray squats next to Yellow. I take my first and middle fingers and again push and squeeze my naked pussy lips to make my clit appear. Ray-Ray leans up and touches the tip of his tongue to my exposed nub. This makes me hold my bunched dress against my hip with my elbow so that I can reach down with both hands and stretch my lips apart to reveal more of my inner cunt. I know they can see lots of pink now. I stretch my cunt for them. I love being nasty like this.

Ray-Ray knee walks a step closer so that he can put his ugly face right up against my naked box. He begins to lick in a sloppy, random manner. There is more spit than pussy juice. There is no focus on my clit or anything else. He is eating pussy the way a man might eat cherry pie in a contest. I know for some women this would be frustrating, but for me its just hot. Some women only come from getting their pussy licked, so its really important, how well its done. I don't care. I can come getting eaten out. I can come lots of ways. But I mostly don't care about coming when I'm with these guys. With these guys, my M.O. is just to get fucked, filled up, used. To swallow sperm and piss, to be called names and treated disrespectfully. To feel nasty. I can come on my own, later, thinking about everything I did. Its actually kinda hot, how none of them ever seem to consider whether I even have orgasms. More and more, I am theirs to use, like a thing.

After a minute of me pushing my hips toward Ray-Ray's sloppy licking, Yellow say to him, "Man, I can't believe you doin' that."

Ray-Ray pulls his face back enough to speak, but not so much that he can turn and look at Yellow. Looking down, I see only the top of his short afro. He speaks directly into my cunt. My cunt is slimy with his spit. "Why not? Her pussy be goooood. And ya'll niggas gone have it all nasty and stinkin' soon, so if I gonna eat some, I gotta do it now."

Yellow just says again, "I can't believe you doin' it."

But Yellow is looking intently at my face. This man is probably in his thirties, and I just can't believe he's never gone down on a woman. More likely, he has, but doesn't want anybody to know. He watches my face. I look in his eyes while Ray-Ray slithers his tongue around my box. I have my lips pressed tight together. The tip of my tongue is caught between them. I know I look sexy and dirty. I know Yellow will eventually want to get me alone so he can stick his face in my snatch. He won't want anybody to see.

While this is going on, Boudro walks around behind me. I hear a sliding sound and I turn-- not so much that Ray-Ray's icky tongue loses contact-- and see that he is sliding a rectangular piece of cardboard, an insert from a beer box or something, over behind me. He kneels in a position mirroring Ray-Ray. He says, "Yo, spread that ass."

Ray-Ray is shoving his face in my cunt like he's a big, unruly dog. He has no idea what he's doing, but he's doing it enthusiastically. He doesn't need me to keep spreading my lips. I let go, and they close a little around his muzzle. He just keeps licking and smacking away. I reach behind me and spread my cheeks. I spread my cheeks and know that anyone at all could look and see my actual asshole. I wish I could show my asshole to everybody. Just walk up to a man on the street and turn around and bend over and stretch my cheeks. 

I'd like to bend at the waist, just a little, to make my anus easier to get to, but I want to get eaten out front and back at the same time. Better just to stand straight and let each man dig for what they want. Ray-Ray slobbers all over my nasty cunt. Boudro has just filled my ass crack with lips and tongue.

His tongue finds my pucker. He presses it there and starts to snake it around. Now I'll be honest, this is not going to make me come, but its a fabulous way to start the day. Tongue in my pussy, tongue in my ass. I'm spreading my cheeks. Yellow's taken two side steps to the right, so he can look behind me at Boudro. He stares in disbelief. I'll bet Yellow will eat my ass too, once he finds a way to get me alone. I want him to kiss me. I want a tongue probing my mouth to complete the intrusion. But he just stands there, staring. I keep looking at him. Now he's just glancing at my face every few seconds. He's more intent on what the other guys are doing to me than how I'm taking it. And since I like being a thing for them, I like this. It turns me on. What Yellow is doing is making me hotter than what the other two are doing. He is watching guys he knows lick and suck a pretty white girl's holes. His cock is long in his jeans. I can see the ridge of the head through the fabric.

Bobby is standing right there, about six or eight feet in front of me. He is standing right there, but I haven't noticed him until this minute. I notice him because he's making me want to laugh, even though I've got tongues in my pussy and ass. He's standing there with his eyes and mouth wide open, like he's getting ready to shout or laugh or something. But he doesn't. His hand is on his head, like he's wearing a hat and he's trying to keep it from blowing off. If there were a caption at his feet, it would read, "OH MY GOD!" He acts like he didn't fuck me in the ass and then come in my mouth-- more than once!-- a few weeks ago. He pissed on me in the parking lot. But here he is, acting shocked, looking so comical. He just holds this pose. Its so funny, but I can't laugh now.

Suddenly Yellow takes about five steps back, quick. In a harsh, urgent voice, he barks, "Car! Car!" He looks like he wishes he still had the basketball.

There is a car approaching slowly from the far end of the alley. In one motion, I drop my dress, and Boudro and Ray-Ray stand and step away from me. Bobby is just gone. I know whoever is in the car saw us. 

We all step back, against the garage door, as she drives by, this older black woman, a fruit-filled hat perched atop her silvery head. She turns her head to stare at us as she rolls by at five miles an hour. I wonder if she notices their erections like I do. Ray-Ray stretches his thick lips into a big smile. He waves his hand exaggeratedly. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Shelton!" Boudro snickers. I think, they both smell like girl-crack.

Three garages past us, this older lady hits the breaks and one of the doors begins to rise. We all watch her watch us in her rear view mirror while she waits for the door to open. We watch her slowly pull her car into her garage. While we are watching her, I am aware of waiting, of the pause. I am feeling my cunt split and ass crack smeared with spit. I lean close to Ray-Ray and sniff audibly. He pulls his face away from me with a little jerk, looking surprised. I say, "Ray-Ray, you smell like pussy." Yellow and Boudro laugh. Ray-Ray looks embarrassed. "Yeah, ha ha motherfuckers." The garage door has closed and I know the part where they lick me is over. That's okay. I didn't even think about getting licked while I was on my way here, though its one of the things Ray-Ray went on about on the phone last night. I came here because these guys like to fuck, and they do it hard and long and over and over, and they treat me like a dirty whore. That's what I'm here for.

I know a lot of women have fantasies about men like these, men they consider beneath them because of their color or class or social status. I fantasized for years. I feel so smart, so ballsy, so in touch with my inner whore since I made the leap from fantasy to reality. I don't have to worry do they like me, do they love me, am I smart enough or funny enough or classy enough for them. I have a cunt. And an asshole. I like getting fucked. I love having come spurted into my open mouth. I love it. These are the things they appreciate. I appreciate how they appreciate me. 

We've got a good thing going here.

They are talking about me. Not to me, even though I'm right here with them. I like this too. Nobody ever forces me to do anything, they just decide what they're gonna do, what I'm gonna do. They act like I'm a pet, or a child, and like I'll do whatever they decide they want me to. They have reason. I haven't said no yet, and they've done some pretty dirty things to me. Last time, all nine of the guys from the halfway house and three strangers walked me out of the motel room we had been fucking in, out into the parking lot and spent several minutes pissing on my face and in my mouth. I swallowed and gargled and giggled between streams. I expect I'll drink piss every time I'm with these guys. If you knew a girl who would let you urinate into her mouth, wouldn't you just do it every time you could?

They are talking about me.

"Where we gone take her?"

"Can't take her inside, Buddy and Roger be on."

"We could sneak her in the basement window."

"Naw, dawg. She ain't quiet. We get to pushin' up on this bitch, she be makin' all kinda noise, hollerin' and whinin'..."

"We take her in the yard then."

"You crazy motherfucker? They look out the window, they see what we doin'? Ya'll dumb ass be back in county 'fore you even got time to pull yo' dick out her nasty ass. They look out the window, see we out here rapin' a white bitch, that be all fo' our black asses!"

I say, "Its not rape. I like it." The simplicity of this statement, saying it out loud, makes me hot. I like getting my asshole reamed out by cock after cock after cock. They fuck me, fuck it, my anus, my shit hole, and then they pull out and step to the side and then there's another wet dick snaking in and out of my hole. They stand around and watch. They watch each other doggin' on the white ho. 

Yellow says to me, "Baby, one of these counselors look out the window and see the three of us all over you, stickin' it in you all different ways, they gone say 'rape.' I only been out two months. I ain't goin' back til they figure out you a dirty ho and you wanted it."

I love that he calls me a dirty ho to my face. 

"Is it just the counselors you don't want to see?" I ask.

"What you mean?"

"I mean, you don't want your counselors seeing because you'll get in trouble. What if just regular people can see?"

"Baby I don't give a motherfuck about 'regular people.' I'm a grown ass man."

"So fuck me here, out here."

Boudro and Ray-Ray look at each other. They high five. Ray-Ray says, "Hell motherfuckin' yeah! We gone do this dirty bitch right in this motherfuckin' alley."

I smile. I am Miss America. I am the prom queen.

Yellow says, "What if somebody like Mrs. Shelton come by again? You know I don't wanna be givin' ol' girl a heart attack."

I reach over and caress his cock through his jeans. All the debate about where to take me has made it soft. It stirs at my touch. "Then we'll just stop for a minute." I know this is ridiculous, but what's important now is getting Yellow to go along. I could get fucked by just Ray-Ray and Boudro, but Yellow's cock would make three, and that's how many holes I have. And Yellow's cock is big and fat and he takes a long time to come. I want him with us.

He looks ready to unzip and take it out right now. He says hoarsely, "How we gone do it, you just bend over right here and we'll take turns on yo' ass til somebody come?"

Daddy Ford steps out of the gangway. He smiles his gold-tooth smile as soon as he sees me. "Been out huntin' down a job. Got here soon as I could."

Ray-Ray says, "What up motherfucker? I tol' you she be here today. Noon. Here she be."

Daddy walks over and kisses my cheek.

Yellow says, "We just be talkin' 'bout where to do her."

Boudro says, "We gone do her here, right here."

The logistics of standing-up fucking can be difficult. They are all taller than I am. Both Yellow and Daddy are much, much taller than I am. This makes keeping anything in a hole harder than it would seem. I know before we even start that I'm going to have to get on the ground.

Okay, look. I've got a handful of fetishes, things that give a turbo charge to sex. They're not normal things, or common things, like lingerie and high heels. I haven't worn any of that stuff any of the times I've gotten fucked by these guys. I guess getting pissed on is a fairly common fetish, but I hear its more common in men and less common in women. I like getting fucked in my ass better than my pussy. I guess that's outside of normal. But there's other stuff, stuff I haven't heard other people, even men, talk about getting them off.

I like kneeling, or!laying!, on bare concrete, or asphalt, or cement. I like the idea of being fucked out on my back or on my knees in a parking lot or on a sidewalk. A lot of my teenaged fucking happened in basements and garages, and I would a lot of the time be either bent over a car or a bathtub or an old couch, or be fucked right on the floor. Teenage boys aren't that sensitive about your comfort when they're fucking you. Your hair can be laying in an oil stain, and they'll just keep ramming your pussy. Other girls complained about it. I thought it was hot, not getting fucked on a bed, on clean sheets, on the nice living room sofa, but on the unpainted cement of somebody's cellar. I'm originally from Louisiana, a pretty rural area, and I've been fucked in the back of pick up trucks and out in open fields and up on freeway overpasses too. But getting loaded up with cock while my back and ass rub against cement or concrete or asphalt! Its up there near the top of my list of fetishes.




Nasty in the Alley



Daddy must sense this. He and Yellow watch as Boudro takes his cock out of his shorts and bends me over. He tells Ray-Ray to put his hand on the back of my neck and keep me bent over. Like I'm going to struggle! He spits on my asshole and then starts working his dickhead against the spreading hole. I never need much warm up for anal. I like it, so I do it a lot. I can do it like a porn star. I stretch my cheeks to let him know I want it. I also say it.

"Boudro, god, please. Look how bad I want it. Fuck me. Fuck me, please!"

I like knowing their names, using them when we fuck. Wouldn't you like it if some slutty, strange chick used your name while you stuck something of yours in her asshole?

I stare at the ground and pant like a dog while Boudro's buddies watch him slide his cock into my shitter until his whole groin is pressed up against my ass. He pulls most of the way out. Slides back in. Grinds on me. The base of his cock is hairy and wide, and I can feel my asshole stretching, and his rough pubic hair scrubbing against the sensitive skin of my pucker. I reach under me and stick two fingers in my gash, get them all gooey, then reach further to grab Boudro's balls. I rub and pull on them with my slimy hand. I'll suck my cunt juice off of them later.

I really like double penetration. I like triple penetration. It is such an overwhelming feeling to have meat stuffed in every hole. But sometimes its nice, and just as nasty, to have someone fucking your mouth only, or your pussy only, or your ass. You can concentrate completely on that delicious friction, the feeling of being stuffed full of some part of somebody else's body.

Boudro fucks me in and out, doing these long, rapid, mechanical strokes. Ray-Ray holds me by the back of my neck. I pant. I can't see anything but a piece of the ground. Since I am bent over, the full hemline of my dress covers most of my face, while covering none of my ass or tits. Its one of the reasons I like this dress. Its almost like walking around naked. Someone is fondling my tits. I don't know who.

Yellow says, "You selfish motherfucker! Lay that bitch down on the groun' so we can all get some."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Boudro's breathing is labored behind me.

I say, "Nut in my mouth, Boudro." Panting. I like using his name. I hate the word "nut," but its what they say. "Don't forget, only nut in my mouth."

"Then c'mere, ho. Put your mouth on my dick." He pulls loose of my ass and I spin around and squat. I suck it into my mouth. All of it. Instant deep throat. I am the ass-to-mouth cheerleader.

Most women won't do ass-to-mouth, but I don't mind a bit. I keep my asshole clean. I take Boudro's cock into my mouth right after he pulls it out of my ass, and I love doing it. Boudro doesn't stick his cock in my mouth, he lets me put my mouth on it. I want to show him-- anyone-- that I want to. He lets me.

He pumps his come in my mouth and I swallow it down. I think, that's one. I can't wait for more.

Ray-Ray puts his hand on the back of my neck again. "Get down on the ground."

This is the best dress for getting fucked out in public. It is so big and loose it flips right up to expose absolutely everything, my entire body. But that also makes it easy to snatch down if I need to, like if Mrs. What's-her-face with the fruit hat comes backing out of her garage again. I like for people to see me doing what I do with these men, but I don't want to traumatize anyone.

I let Ray-Ray push me to the ground. The asphalt out here is old and rough. Gravel has come loose and is scattered all over. There is grass and a few weeds growing up through cracks. I lay flat on my back at an angle perpendicular to the garage, like a speed bump. My pussy is open. Grit rubs my skin. A dumpster looms overhead, maybe three feet away. Birds fly overhead. Cocks are released from pants. They wave around above me.

Listen to me tell you this again: I am laying by a dumpster, in an alley. Men are getting to their knees to fuck me. I am going to get fucked by multiple men, out here where anybody could see me.

Yellow kneels above my head. His back is right up against the dumpster. He jams his cock in my mouth. It is hard-and-soft, like a sausage. It is big like a sausage. I choke a couple of times until I can adjust my head and throat. He pulls his jersey taut against his body with one hand so that he can watch me do it. If I look up, I can see long kinky pubic hair. He smells a little pissy. I suck. I revel in the absolute depravity of what I've let happen here. I know that he is looking down and watching the muscles in my neck and chin working against his meat. I know he is watching his shaft pump in and out of my white girl lips while I slobber and drool.

Daddy Ford and Ray-Ray make several attempts to dp me. First Daddy has Ray-Ray pull my legs back toward my head. Daddy sticks his cock in my asshole. I think Ray-Ray's plan is to face his Daddy and fuck my pussy, but as he straddles my legs, he can't squat and fill my pussy hole at the same time. The angles are all wrong. He's too out of shape. He tries over and over, and finally Daddy cries, "Quit that shit, motherfucker! You messin' up my roll here!"

Ray-Ray says, "Well come on now, motherfucker! I wanna get me some too! I'm the one called this bitch to come over here!" He is standing now, standing over me but not straddling me anymore. Yellow fucks my mouth. It is so good. Daddy fucks my ass. That's good too. "Bitch, you want me to fuck you or what?"

I'm swallowing Yellow's cock, and he doesn't remove it so I can answer. I can see their faces, a little. He looks at Ray-Ray. Ray-Ray looks at me. Daddy's looking at my asshole, which he's still fucking. Daddy's got good rhythm. Most guys want to fuck fast. Daddy's slow like molasses, but thorough. He uses the whole length of his cock, and he likes to pull completely out before pushing all the way back in. Boudro, whom everyone has forgotten since his dick's not in action, says, "Wait a minute." He bounds off into the gangway.

I say to Ray-Ray, "Come on, Ray-Ray, put it in my mouth." Yellow says, "Hey, I'm usin' yo' mouth right now." He jams his cock back between my lips. I struggle to get free and say, "I can take two. Yellow, don't be greedy. Share. Come on, Ray-Ray." I open my mouth to Yellow again, and in a couple of seconds Ray-Ray's cock is pushing against the corner of my mouth. I open as wide as I can, push Yellow's cock back out a little with my tongue. I get my lips around both of them, and they both bounce in my mouth a little, but they've only got room to get about an inch more than their heads in. This is not the first time I've sucked two cocks at once. I like it a lot.

I can't really suck. I lay still and let them both bounce their meat on my tongue. I squirm my tongue around between their cocks. I have slobbered enough that it has run down both sides of my face and my chin and my neck. I am laying on cracked asphalt, sucking two black cocks. Daddy continues dragging his cock in and out of my asshole. I am so nasty. I love this shit.

I'm not keeping track of time, but it seems like it takes a while for Boudro to return. In the time that he's gone, Daddy comes. I've told him my rule of "only in my mouth" over and over, so when he does it, he stands and Ray-Ray and Yellow give up my mouth for as long as it takes him to dump his spunk on my tongue. When he's done he stands off to the side a little, watching me suck two cocks at once. I still have the taste of his nut in my mouth, and two other guy's cocks. I can't believe I do this stuff. I can't believe I waited so long to start. 

When Boudro comes back, he's got extension cords. There's a short, heated discussion about how exactly to position me. To have maximum access. They decide to tie one end of each extension cord to each of my ankles, and then have me lay down with my head about a foot from the dumpster, my feet pointing away. I am centered in front of the dumpster. Ray-Ray straddles my torso and says, "Gimme them feet, ho." I lift my legs and feel him catch my feet. One of my flip flops comes off. Daddy picks it up and stuffs it in his back pocket.

Ray-Ray pulls my feet toward my head far enough that I am only laying on the upper and middle part of my back. I look ridiculous. I am all cunt and crack and pucker. He ties the loose ends of the extension cord to the big square rings in front of the dumpster's wheels. With my hips and ass in the air, now I understand. My cunt and asshole are front and center. They can both be fucked now. Somebody else could squeeze between the triangle of my legs and the dumpster and fuck my mouth. I am out in an alley in this pose. I am not "tied up"-- the extension cords are loose enough that I am able to work them down to my arches, where they don't cut into me as much. It wasn't the goal, to restrain me. These men are practical, and they figured out how best to get at my holes. I am happy they figured it out. I am such a whore.

This is how much of a whore I am: I am such a nasty, dirty, come-hungry, piss-drinking whore that I have allowed myself to be tied to a dumpster for the express purpose of letting a bunch of guys I barely know use my holes to get off. I am really into this picture of myself. I wish I had a picture of myself when I did this.

So I got fucked. Nobody saw us. At least, that I know of. I kept wondering if Bobby was ever going to come back, but he didn't. I got fucked in my pussy and asshole twice by each of them, Daddy, Boudro, Yellow and Ray-Ray. Everybody came in my mouth. Well. Ray-Ray came all over my face and throat once. And then spit on me. It stayed there for almost an hour while they continued to pump me over and over. Have I told you how much I love this shit? I love being nasty like this. I am a nice white girl from the suburbs, and I'm tied to a dumpster in an alley while a bunch of black guys run a train on me. 

I'm getting plowed by four guys. When they're not fucking a hole, they're just standing over me, looking at me. Yellow lights a cigarette every time he's done. He stands over me, flicking his ashes on me, while Ray-Ray ruts in my shit hole. I would have never thought of telling someone to ash on me, but I like it, how it looks calloused and casual. He smoked while I was sucking his cock in the motel room too. I was sucking his cock and he was just looking down at me. Every once in a while he'd take a drag, then blow it in my face.

Finally my back hurt too much. Boudro and Daddy were the last ones to fuck me, and none of them look like they are going to be ready again soon, so I twist my feet out of the extension cords and lower my legs, lower my feet to the ground. I lay there. My asshole feels fucked out. I'm sore and stiff. I say, "Hey I need help up."

Daddy and Yellow each take an arm. They pull me up til I am standing. I have grit and gravel stuck to my back in patches. Daddy brushes me off, then slaps my ass a couple of times, playfully.

"Bad girl!" He says to me. "Look at you! Went outside to play and got all dirty."

I smile, but I'm tired. I want a cheeseburger to wash down all this come. I'll be in the van in three minutes. I'm done. And the nice thing about being a girl, when you want to leave, they let you go.



Nasty in the Van



I want you to see me do this.

Saturday night, near midnight. A storefront business in the ghetto. Music plays low from behind the counter, some eighties rap song. They're all looking at me. I look like a total whore. This is the intended effect, but I am embarrassed, and try to cover by acting aloof. This is stupid, counterproductive. This is why I'm standing in the fourth liquor store of the night. I keep losing my nerve, then acting too stuck-up to be approached. I want to do this. So why don't I just do it?

I am second in line, one of four people in this store, the only woman. White girl. The man in front of me is Puerto Rican, middle-aged, sleight. He wears the clothes of a laborer, maybe drywall. He is dusty all over, and wears a painter's cap that comes low on his forehead. He pays for his six pack and glances back toward me as he is handed his change. I can see him focus quickly on my hips, clad in a short, tight black rubber skirt. The rubber is stretchy. This skirt laces up each side from hem to waist, and the laces are wide enough to expose strips of skin nearly six inches wide. These fleshy strips bulge slightly at the black lashings that crisscross them. My lack of panties is obvious. I love this skirt. I made it. It is a very attention-grabbing sort of skirt.

I step up, aware that there is a young man behind me, almost certainly checking out my ass. The stretchiness of this skirt makes my ass look utterly obscene. It jiggles when I move just like it does when I'm naked. The cleft between my cheeks is clear through the rubber. I chose this material because it is shiny and stretchy and very thin. I want my ass to be accentuated. I hope the young man behind me, a tall, thin black boy dressed in an oversized t-shirt and baggy jeans, I hope he is looking at my accentuated rubber-clad ass and licking his lips. His big black juicy lips. That's one of the reasons I drove out to the west side to do this. I want a black boy. Or a man. Whatever. I'm not being political here, I just want to get laid. As I step up, I think I should just turn around and proposition him in some way. Surely he wants to fuck me. But I'm still acting aloof. Stupid. What did you get all dressed up and come out here for?

I step up. Point. Tequila. No, the fifth. I point again, and the old man behind the counter, another Rican, nudges the bottle from the shelf and taps a few fingers on the cash register. Did he see my tit? I'm wearing a little bolero jacket, it matches the skirt. Under this jacket, which is open, my tits are covered, mashed down, by black nylon, thin as a stocking. I've got great big fat tits. I could just tell you that they're big, but that doesn't give as clear a picture. Great big fat tits. They're still set up high now, but they'll sag when I get older. I've seen my grandma, and I inherited these DDD monsters from her, right down to the deep pink areolas big as the bottom of a beer can, and the nipples, ridiculously small. They are conical, like traffic cones. When I pointed to the bottle, the front of the jacket gaped and swung open. Did he see my tit? I want to rake up my stocking top and smash them together for him. But I just hand him a twenty.

He hands me my change. Its too bright in here. That's what it is, I need some shadow to start this thing. I consider dropping some of the change, an excuse to bend over, an excuse to show my cunt to somebody. My cunt is bald as a cue ball, and my skirt is short enough that I wouldn't even have to bend all the way over to give a good full view. I could drop the change, but I don't. Its too bright in here.

I'm walking out now, haphazardly stuffing the change in my little purse while I clutch the bottle in my other hand. I'm mentally kicking myself. Another lost opportunity. My own stupidity. I am going to do this. How many more liquor stores are there on the west side of Chicago? How many more bottles of tequila will I have to buy before I get over being such a goddamn chicken? As I approach the door, as I put my hand on the glass and push, actually, I tell myself that's it, no more screwing around.  I tell myself, the next guy. The very next guy.

Because I don't care who it is. All I care is that I'm slumming it. I'm here on the west side, trying to get up the nerve to fuck some random black guy. Black guys, maybe. Nice, ordinary suburban girl like me. I just have to get over being such a stupid chicken. The very next guy.

And here he is. I know he will speak to me the second my eyes rest on him. I'm hardly through the exit door of the liquor store when our eyes meet, but his do not stop at my face, of course. Look at my outfit. I look like a total whore. I've cleared the door and am stepping off the strip of sidewalk that runs next to the building, stepping onto the black tar of the parking lot, when this older man, old enough to be my father, and milk chocolate-colored, speaks. I think, he looks like Scatman Crothers. I am so very conscious of twisting on the ball of my foot to look at him again as he speaks, twisting my foot in the sexy black patent mule that matches the skirt and the jacket. I fling my hip to the side as I turn. As I turn he speaks in a gravelly drawl that sounds like Alabama, or Mississippi.

He says, "Damn, girl. You sho' 'nuff lookin' tight tonight!"

Now I know. I know that men like him speak to women like me all the time. And us women, white women, middle class women, ignore them. He is much older than I had imagined the man I'd pick would be. But age isn't an issue. Or looks or class or any of that stuff. I want a black man, and I want it to be a stranger. 

My heart crashing in my chest, I turn on the ball of my sexy foot, thrust out a hip and give him a smile, a dazzling smile. I'm a pretty girl and I know it. I give him my hundred-watt prom picture smile, total innocence and delight. "Hey, thanks!" 

He looks mildly surprised. Then he smiles back. "You welcome! You just the sweetest little thing I done seen in a long time!" His smile reveals a missing eyetooth, a gold canine.

With the same smile, the same tone, I say again, "Thanks! That's so nice!" I raise the bottle. "You wanna have a drink with me?" As if the idea has just occurred to me. 

Now he looks really surprised. Women like me don't speak to men like him, much less offer to have a drink with them. I cock my head to the side at his hesitation, smile still on my face. He realizes the opportunity.

"Sho' thing! Where you wanna go, baby girl?" I raise the bottle further, gesture to the van, my uncle's van, borrowed for the night. Its parked in the far corner of the parking lot, in the shadows. I had told my uncle I needed to move a desk.

This man raises his eyebrows, looks around at the darkened, empty lot, and faintly shrugs as he starts off toward the van. I know he does not expect to actually drink with me. Women like me don't drink with men like him. I am twenty-six, but I have a child's face. I am nearly always carded at bars and clubs. None of the liquor stores I visited this evening carded me, but I think my skirt was a distraction. 

I look young, and well-kept. This man, he is probably near fifty. He is black. He is poor. He wears an army jacket, not the kind with camouflage. Just solid green. It is ragged. His pants are jeans, and his feet are clad in cheap, scuffed work boots. He is tall and broad and his bald head shines in the street light. His whole head is shaved bald. Like my pussy. 

He walks next to me, not looking at me, just glancing from the ground in front of us to the van we are approaching. As we walk, he say to the ground, "Yup. That's quite a little ol' outfit you wearin' there."

I stop. We are forty or so feet from the store, less than twenty from the van. It is near midnight. An occasional car rolls by, but it is quiet in the street. I turn to face him, my prom smile still in effect. "You think so? I made it. You really like it?" 

He has stopped too, and I can tell he is still unsure of whether he will actually make it to the van. He expects me to change my mind, come to my senses. A nice young white girl like me. We don't get into vans with men like him.

"I picked the fabric and hammered in the grommets for the laces and everything," I'm saying. He is listening, looking at me. I get an idea. "Here." I thrust the bottle at him.

"It doesn't even go like this," I say as I wiggle my hips and twist the low-slung waist. There is the thinnest layer of cotton flocking on the inside of the rubber, so it slides against my skin easily enough. I twist the skirt until the laces are no longer exposing my hips. I twist the skirt until the laces are centered in front and back. The laces are far enough apart that a good six inches of skin is exposed. My naked pussy is framed dead center between a diamond of laces. My heart catches in my throat. I'm doing it! I can feel my ass pushing against the other string of laces. "It really goes like this, but I can't go into a store like this." Still smiling. This man in front of me is doing a very good poker face. Maybe he thinks if he hides his shock, I won't realize what I'm doing. I shrug my jacket off so he can see my smashed-down, big fat titties. My enormous nylon-covered boobs. My tiny nipples tent in the breeze. I cock my hip in a "what do you think" gesture.

Finally he just shakes his head, his eyes glued to my cunt. My bald, split, pink white girl cunt. He says, "My god, my god." I suddenly feel like Miss America. I'm smiling like her.

I start walking again, dragging my jacket behind me. "C'mon. Lets get in the van." I get in front of him so that he can see my ass cheeks mooshing together under the laces as I walk. I'll bet my ass looks good. I'll bet he can't believe his good fortune. He can't even begin to imagine what's going to happen.

We have reached the van, which my uncle thinks I have borrowed to move a desk. I'm supposed to return it tomorrow afternoon. I reach for the handle to the side door, the one that will slide open to reveal the futon I wrestled into place just hours ago. I say, "I'm Daisy. Do you want to tell me your name?" My name isn't Daisy, but I like the sound of it. I don't care what his name is, either. Its just something to say.

He says, "My name is Rutherford Cole, ma'am." Here, as I slide open the door, he looks directly into my eyes, his expression open and curious. "You sho' you wanna get in this van with me? You ain't scared?"

I look right back at him, exuding all the confidence I can muster. I am still smiling. "You sure you want to get in here with me?" I ask him. "Are you scared?" I don't wait for an answer. I climb into the van, aware of how he can see my cunt. After the smallest pause, he climbs in after me. He shuts the door. We are alone.

I am on my knees. We both are. The van ceiling is low. It is quiet. I reach for the bottle. He hands it to me. He is looking at my cunt again. I tell him to have a seat, get comfortable, as I knee-walk toward the front. I have plastic cups on the passenger seat. I hand him one. I open the bottle. I pour a generous amount of tequila into the cup. I hit the bottle against the cup. "Cheers, Rutherford." I swig from the bottle. Rutherford drinks from his cup, never taking his eyes off me. He can see my tits. He can see my cunt. I am not nervous anymore. I am so excited to actually be doing this. I take another swig. "You got a friend you can call to come hang out with us, Rutherford?"

He thinks for a minute. Is he thinking about who he can call to come see this spectacle, this whorey white girl drinking tequila in a van in the liquor store parking lot? Is he thinking if he calls someone, he won't get to fuck me? Does he know how I'm gonna let him fuck me? I'm going to let him fuck me. I am so excited to actually be doing this. He says, "Its just Ford, ma'am."

I laugh. "Ma'am? Okay, I'll call you Ford. But ma'am? Are you going to call me ma'am while I've got the head of your cock lodged in my throat, Ford?" Now he looks shocked. "Because that's where this is going. Ford. You know that, don't you? Ford? This is your lucky day. Look at my tits. Do you have a friend you can call?"

"Yes ma'am. Yes… Daisy. Yes I do." I hand him my cell phone. He dials a number, then returns to watching me as the ringing begins. I can hear it in the quiet of the van. I smile at him, pinch my nipples. He winces, narrows his eyes, then smiles back. The phone is ringing. On the third ring, someone picks up. The voice is just a buzz. I don't try to listen.

His conversation is brief. "Ray-Ray there? Yeah, go get him." Then, "Hey Ray-Ray. You gotta come on out here and meet me. You not gonna believe this shit." While he's talking, I wiggle out of my skirt. His eyes are glued to me. There's a tent in his pants. I raise my eyebrows and renew my smile: surprise! "Yeah, c'mon now, Ray-Ray. I can't tell you nothin'. Just hurry up and come on out. The parking lot next to Boogie Liquors. Hurry up man. Take a shower first, but hurry."

He hands the phone back to me. I toss it onto the front seat. I go from kneeling to sitting on my ass, my legs spread and bent at the knees. He can see my whole pussy. I fucking love this. I lean forward and grab my ankles. My big fat tits strain against the nylon. I can feel the fibers pressing tiny grids into my bubblegum nipples. "That was nice, Ford, but you didn't have to tell him to shower."

"You don't know what kind of mess he might show up in."

"That's okay, though." I stick the first three fingers of my left hand in my mouth and get them all slobbery, then dig them into my cunt. I push my fingers in and out and my pussy makes a squishing sound. "Ford, I'm playing a role tonight. You know what role I'm playing?"

"I think I got a little bit of an idea." He is staring at my hand. He is staring at my pussy. I am rocking my fingers in and out of my fleshy, gooey cunt. He is watching me cram my fingers up my cunt. I am smiling.

"I am playing the role of a filthy fucking whore. A white cunt you and your friend can fill with come. I want to be filthy." Jabbing my fingers in my hole. "I want to be absolutely fucking nasty and dirty and disgusting. Sucking some unwashed, stinky, strange black cock suits me just fine. I don't want to be treated like a good girl." Jab, jab. "How long do you think he'll be?"

"He stay just a couple of blocks from here. Girl, get over here." Ford unzips his jeans. He doesn't unbutton them. Suddenly his cock springs free from his gaping zipper, and I am amazed at the size and shape. Its a nice length, although the base is hidden in his jeans. It is a dark reddish-brown like his face and hands. The girth is what's amazing. Its like a massive chocolate cucumber. I can't wait to get it in me. He grasps it in one hand and reaches for the back of my neck with the other. His eyes search my face for signs of resistance. I pull my fingers out of my hole and obediently allow him to pull me forward. He pulls me by the back of my neck. Pulls my face, my mouth, down onto his amazing, fat cock. His big, fat black cock. I stuff my mouth with his slick head. His piss hole is huge, and I stick my tongue in it quickly right before my mouth is filled too full for me to move my tongue at all. He breathes harder. Pushes my head down. "C'mon now, girl. Get that dick at the back of your throat. That's where you said you want it, huh?" My mouth is full. I can barely breathe through my nose, which is smashed against his zipper. He's not even letting me stroke up and down. He's just gagging me.

I bounce my face on him the little that his grip will allow. This is fucking nasty. I don't even know this man. I am such a whore. I fucking love this shit. 

He says, "You know what you got in your mouth girl? You know where I been?" I bounce my face some more. A cock in my throat always makes my pussy wet, and this is so amazing I can feel my ooze on my inner thighs. I move a knee for a more stable position and I feel a gooey spot on the futon. Here I am, naked in a van with some strange black guy's cock stuffed down my throat.

"I been in jail, girl, that's where I been. I been in jail for three years, four months and two days. Just got out ten days ago. I ain't seen no pussy in a looong time. Watch the teeth now. There you go girl. Up and down, up and down, that's a good girl. Good little white girl. Take Daddy's dick." I choke myself on this convict's meat. My pussy is drooling.

He erupts without warning, barely two minutes after pushing my mouth down on him. His cock spasms. His head is still stuffed into the back of my throat. I'm surprised by his load, and I gag at how thick it is, how much of it there is. Its impossible to swallow with my throat lodged open with all this meat. His come coats the inside of my mouth, the roof, my teeth, my tongue, and wells at the corners that my lips make where they come together. Once his cock stops jerking, he releases his grip on the back of my neck and I sit up. I make a disgusting, noisy show of slurping his jizz back into my mouth and swallowing it. I swallow in exaggerated gulps. I am. Eating. His sperm. 

Nasty.

I look at him. "That's not all, right?"

He unbuttons his pants. "Girl, you heard me say I been in jail. You give me a minute. I'll get it hard for you again in just a minute." I sit back and dig my hand in my cunt again as he pulls off his jeans. There are no underwear. We are both naked from the waist down. My pussy feels like pudding, I'm so wet. I say, "I've got a couple of ground rules, Ford. I'm going to tell you before your friend gets here, so you can tell him."

"You ain't gonna tell him yourself?" He is watching me playing with my cunt. I pinch my clit. He narrows his eyes and makes a sound, like he's sucking his teeth. He is watching me like a starving man watching a steak dinner.

"I think my mouth's gonna be full again by the time he gets here." I lean up, my hand still buried to the knuckles in my cooze. I give his cock a long, hard lick. It is hard. With my face in his crotch, between licks, I say, "First, I prefer it in the ass. I've got a nice, tight shit hole, but it can stretch out to take a great big cock like yours. You guys can fuck my pussy, and you can fuck my mouth, but just know I love getting fucked in my asshole better than anything else, okay?"

I look up at him. His nostrils are wide. He is a black man. He gives a short laugh. "Ooookay. Whatever you say, baby girl. We gone fuck your ass tonight. Sho' 'nuff."

I slurp his massive helmet into my mouth, then push it back out with my tongue. "Also, I only take come in my mouth. Its a waste for you to shoot it up my cunt or in my ass. I like to taste it. Its a waste to come on my tits. Every time you come, it should go in my mouth. When I go home, I want my belly sloshing with it."

I look up at him again. He's got a wide smile on his face as he watches me push his cock up and out of the way with one hand, while I encircle the base of his scrotum with my other. I pull his black, hairy balls taut and give them a broad, wet lick with my flattened tongue. They taste sweaty, and I am overcome with how nasty what I'm doing is. I don't even know this man. I want to gag and come at the same time.

"Three, I don't want to be treated like a princess." I push his legs wide with my elbows. I suck a ball into my mouth and then spit it out. I don't even know this man. "I got dressed up in this slutty outfit and came out to find some random guy to fuck." I suck his other ball into my mouth, spit. "I don't even know you and I let you come in my mouth. I'm dirty. I want you to treat me like it."

At that, he grabs my hair into a pony tail at the base of my skull. I'm already going to work on his balls, but he seems to enjoy pushing my head around, smearing my face down there on him. I lick and suck, his balls only, while his cock bounces around free. I use my fingers to get them both in my mouth at once. Its a tight fit. His balls are big and fat like his cock. They are hairy and sweaty. I dig slime out of my pussy hole and smear it on his sack. Lick-lick-suck. This is so nasty. My pussy just runs. While my mouth is stuffed full of strange black guy testes, there is a knock on the side of the van.




Nasty in the Van



Since my mouth is full, Ford says, "C'mon, Ray-Ray." 

As his friend opens the door, Ford is sitting in a splayed position on the futon. His back is against the wall opposite of the sliding door. I am kneeling between his legs, my face in his crotch, my round white ass in the air. When his friend opens the door, my mouth is stuffed with sweaty, cunty balls and my wet, swollen slit and asshole pucker are completely visible. I love this shit.

The one called Ray-Ray says, "What the fuck man?"

Ford says, "Get in, man. Close the door."

I can't see anything but cock and balls, but I can tell Ray-Ray hasn't moved. The van door is wide open. I am so exposed. I make slurping sounds on Ford's balls. I wiggle my ass. This guy standing outside the van door doesn't even know what my face looks like. This guy is getting introduced to my pussy and asshole before he ever sees my face.

Ray-Ray says again, "Hey Ford man, what the fuck man? What you doin' in there man?"

Ford says, "Get in this motherfuckin' vehicle motherfucker! Close that motherfuckin' goddamn door."

I let his balls plop out of my mouth and say, "That's okay, I don't care who sees."

He gives that short laugh again and pushes my head back down. Finally I hear Ray-Ray climb in and slide the door shut. Something, some fabric that he is wearing, a sleeve maybe, brushes my ass cheek. The space in the back of the van suddenly feels small. Full.

As I take his cock between my lips again, Ford says, "Siddown, motherfucker." I hear rustling and sense this other man settling. Behind me. Ford pulls his knees up so that his feet are flat on the futon. I am buried between his long legs, face-down in his sweaty, musky crotch. He says to his friend, "Have I got somethin' to tell you."

I push my mouth down on this fat, black snake as far as I can. His cock is huge, bigger than I had at first thought. That first time I sucked it, he had still been in his jeans. It is thick as hell, and too long for me to get my lips down to the base. I try, though. I open my lips wide, wider than his cock, wide like a yawn. I slam my head down over and over, jamming the head into the back of my throat. This makes a delicious gagging sound. I sound like I'm being stabbed in the throat with something. I am. I drool slobber all over his shaft. It pools and lathers in the kinky, musky hair around the last inch or so of his cock. I reach back with both hands and pull my ass cheeks apart. I spread til I feel my pucker stretch out. His friend can see. This is so nasty. I can't wait for them to fuck me.

While I gag myself on his cock, Ford tells Ray-Ray, "So this bitch just come on out the store and ask me do I want a drink with her. Next thing I know-- ah, ahhh, that's good, mmmm-hmm!-- next thing I know she showin' me her pussy and tellin' me she wanna stick my dick in her throat." Ray-Ray doesn't say a word. I gag noisily on black meat. "We get in here, she start drinkin' right outta the bottle, takin' her clothes off and tellin' me 'call up a friend.' Nigga I know you ain't had none even longer than I ain't, so I called you 'fore anybody else."

Ford looks down at me and says, "We be in jail together, baby. Same pod. Got out four days apart. How you like that?" I don't answer anything. My mouth is full. I suck.

And now the first thing this man Ray-Ray has said since getting in the van: "I sincerely want to thank you for that, brother."

I feel fingers on my pussy lips. Rubbing up and down. I don't even know who this is, rubbing my pussy. The thought makes me bang my throat harder on Ford's huge cock. I have to stop for a second. I gag too hard. I almost puke. Ford grabs the base of his shaft with one hand, the back of my neck with the other. Though I'm resisting, still fighting my gag reflex, he forces my mouth back to his cock. "Get back on that dick baby. Put Daddy's dick back in yo' mouth and suck." Fingers on my pussy lips.

I take just the head and suck hard, like I'm trying to plunge the come out of him. I stop and look up at his grizzled face, this old black man whose come has already coated my tongue once. I say, "Tell him. The rules." Then I am back to work, gagging on Daddy's dick. I like thinking of this old black guy as Daddy, I like the idea of putting Daddy's dick in my mouth. Sucking Daddy's big black dick. They say dick, not cock. Daddy's friend's fingers slithering up and down my slit.

Ford breathes heavy for a moment. He exhales a long hiss, then says, "She say she got some ground rules." I come up off his cock and go back to tongue-slathering his balls for a minute. They are tight and heavy. I'm trying to make it easier for him to talk to his friend. As soon as he's done explaining the rules, I'm going to suck til he blows. I'm going to eat jizz til I'm sick.

"She wants to get butt fucked, that's one. Oh god, baby girl put it back in your mouth. That's better. Ain't that better baby? And she want us to bust all our nuts in her mouth--"

Bust a nut. These are black men. I am so nasty.

"Right on, my brother," says Ray-Ray.

"Her rule, not mine. Tell her. Ooooh shit!"

Ray-Ray sticks two fingers up my cooze. I rock back on his hand. My pussy wants to swallow his whole hand. He asks, "After we do it in your ass? You want it back in your mouth after its been in your ass?"

For the first time, I turn to look at Ray-Ray. My ass is practically in his face. He's had to bend his wrist at an unnatural angle to finger my gash. I appreciate the effort. I look into this strange man's eyes with all the heat and sincerity I have. "Ray-Ray, I would love to gag on your cock after you've rammed it up my shit hole twenty or thirty times. I'd love it if you went back and forth between my mouth and my shit hole, stroke for stroke. Just make sure you, ah, bust your nut on my tongue. I like to eat it."

Ray-Ray looks at me, speechless. I smile my prom picture smile and turn back to Ford's cock. Daddy's cock. I slurp it into my mouth again. I push my pussy onto Ray-Ray's fingers. I am so nasty.

Ford is blowing his load again as Ray-Ray unzips behind me. I make yummy mouth and throat noises as I swallow bitter spunk. I don't need it to taste good. If it tasted good it wouldn't be so nasty.

Daddy's dick is soft now, so I suck it soft, like a pacifier. I think of what Ray-Ray looked like when I turned around. He spits on my pucker, and I flex it in invitation. As the head of this strange cock pushes against the rim of my anus, I think of what he looked like. 

Kind of unkempt. Younger than Daddy Ford by half, maybe twenty-five. Light-skinned. A little pock-marked from acne. Beady eyes with heavy brows. Grotesquely thick lips. A sharp wedge of a nose. Hair in a low afro, a little nappy. Not a good looking guy. A little dumpy. I am loving it. Fucking an ugly guy makes it even nastier. I am such a fucking whore. I wish we were taping this so I could be humiliated with it later.

Ray-Ray pushes his ugly cock into my shitter. He is a little too abrupt and it hurts, but I just reach back and stretch my cheeks. I like it to hurt. What's the point of getting fucked up the ass if it doesn't hurt some? That's why I only ask them to use spit or pussy juice as lube. Get it too slippery back there, I miss that painful drag of tender skin on skin.

So this guy I don't know is fucking me in the asshole in the back of my uncle's van. I keep Ford's soggy cock stuffed in my mouth while Ray-Ray bangs my asshole like he wants to hurt me. I whimper and wail around Ford's cock until he says, "Ray man, cool it man! You gone wear it out." So I start going uh-uh, uh-uh and slamming my ass back against him. I want it hard. I want it to hurt.

Ray-Ray says, through gritted teeth, "Naw man, look like she like it like a jailhouse ho. Whoo-hoo! Get on that motherfucker, bitch!"

I push my asshole up and down as best I can. Ray-Ray's fucking me hard, and there's not much I can do but slam back on him over and over.

Daddy Ford says, "Oh yeah, she want to be treated nasty, too. Like a ho. She said, 'fore you got here. I'm s'posed to tell you. Treat her nasty, not nice." I lick up and down on his dick, lick his nuts.

Ray-Ray pumps furiously. "I'll treat her nasty. Treat a bitch nasty like a motherfuckin' dog. Here it come! Here it come! Turn around here, you motherfuckin' ho. Turn around and eat this nut!"

I pull away from his cock and turn around, squatting, palms on the floor, my face tilted to swallow what was just stuck up my rectum. Ray-Ray lumbers awkwardly to his feet, hunched over in the low-ceilinged van, jerking his meat rapidly. He stabs me in the throat, then goes back to jerking.

"Open your nasty mouth, ho."

I open my mouth wide and Ray-Ray puts the heel of one hand on my forehead and pushes my head further back. He wants to watch himself come in my mouth. On my tongue. And when he does I almost vomit. It is too much, bitter and rank. This ugly man has just blown the most disgusting load of come in my mouth I've ever tasted. I've got to get it out of my mouth. I've got to swallow. He says no.

He's still jerking, jizz is still squirting and dribbling out his piss hole. He is squeezing every last putrid drop onto my tongue and saying, "Don't you motherfuckin' swallow, bitch. Don't you do it. You hold that nut in your mouth til I tell you to swallow." He wheezes. His gut hangs over his shrinking cock. He is so gross, and I have his spunk in my mouth. I want to vomit. My pussy gushes. He looks into my face so intently it makes me blush. I am a blushing beauty with strange ugly black man come pooled in my mouth.

While I kneel here like this, face upturned, mouth a slimy swamp of come, I feel Daddy Ford's massive cucumber pushing at my pucker. With my palms still planted on the futon, I tilt my body to accommodate him and Ray-Ray grabs my chin just as his seed starts to spill thickly from the corner of my mouth.

"Not a motherfucking drop, you hear me?" He reaches down and twists one of my nipples through the nylon so hard I pee a little. He reaches further down, yanks my top up so hard my tits bounce around til he slaps one of them. He slaps it again, right on the nipple, hard. The only noise I can make is back in my throat, under the come. It is a wet squeal, a little gurgle. "Not a motherfucking drop. Don't you swallow it. Don't you spill it. You just hold that nut while you get it up the butt again."

I'm on my knees and Daddy Ford fucks my ass. He does it slow and long. It is a terrible effort for me to hold this ugly man's semen on my tongue while a giant slab of meat gets pushed in, pulled out of my stretched-tight shit box. Eventually I start to gag. Come gets thicker as it sits out. When it comes time, I might not be able to swallow it. Not without puking it back up.

This being the third time he's using me to get off, it takes Daddy Ford a while. He spends a long time doing these loooong, even strokes, all the way in, then all the way out. I go from squatting to on my knees again. His head completely clears my pucker each time, so each time he gets to push it back in, forcing me open over and over. Come congealing in my mouth, asshole stuffed to the brim, Ray-Ray hovering over me with a sneer on his face while he pulls on his soft, slimy, ugly cock. His balls are ugly too, and they bounce and jiggle obscenely as he pulls his icky pud in my face. I know he wants to stick it in me. I am in an ecstasy of humiliation and disgust.

After a while of this, Daddy Ford says low, "Ah man, I'm close." Ray-Ray says, "well come on with it man. Hit this bitch. I gots to take a piss and I don't want to miss it. She gonna swallow my old shit with your new shit here in a minute." He squeezes his meat. Daddy Ford slams my ass. My neck aches from trying to keep this sour jizz from spilling. I have an idea. I am so nasty.

I make the only sound I can, "Argh, argh!" Down in my throat, under the come. I lock eyes with Ray-Ray's little beady ones. I stroke underneath his cock in a "come here" motion, while at the same time pointing to my open mouth with my other hand. Daddy Ford pumps from behind, so hard I feel my asshole turning inside out. The stroking motion under Ray-Ray's cock. Pointing to my mouth. Piss here. He gets it. Grins. Positions himself.

Daddy Ford comes about three seconds after Ray-Ray begins to use my mouth as his toilet. Its how I know watching his friend urinate in my mouth is what pushes him over the edge. It is the hottest, nastiest, most disgusting moment of the night. I will use this to get off when I finger myself for months. Washing down congealed come with an ugly man's piss while another man pumps his jizz into my rectum. Its a rule broken, but I don't care, in light of the hot piss that's being sprayed across my face and into my throat. I gargle and choke. It tastes disgusting. Ray-Ray is laughing. "Nasty white ho." He waves his dick back and forth, purposely making it messy, making me chase the stream. I don't even know this man who is laughing at me as he pees on my face. He fills my mouth, then says, "Flush." Then laughs again. I am drinking an ugly black convict's urine while he laughs at me.

Though Daddy Ford has blown his wad, his fat snake is still buried to the hilt in my ass. When Ray-Ray is finished drizzling the dregs of his urine onto my outstretched tongue, he shifts position enough that he is looking directly at my stuffed pucker. Daddy Ford starts to withdraw, but Ray-Ray says, "Wait. Make her shit it out. I wanna see."

I say, "Ray-Ray, my asshole's sore. I don't think I can push."

"Then let it stay in there, ho."

"Ray-Ray, I'm sore. I want to go home. Come on. I'll drop you guys off wherever you live." I start to pull away but the his hand is on me, twisting my nipple again. I cry out. He looks at me with a serious, hard expression. "You want to go home?" He twists some more. I cry. "Then shit. Shit his dick out of your butthole. Shit it like it was a big ol' turd." He laughs his mean laugh. I'm ready for this to be over. Shame is overwhelming me. So I try, I squeeze my muscles and I can feel Daddy's dick coming dislodged a little. Ray-Ray lets go of my nipple and says, "Here, lemme help." He reaches around and spreads my ass cheeks so far I think for a second the skin in the crack of my ass will split. He pushes his face right into mine. He licks my face, my lips and chin and nose with his rank, fat tongue. There is too much spit on his tongue, like he let it collect in his mouth before he licks me. I have his spit smeared on my face. He says low, looking into my eyes, "Shit. Now. Bitch. Shit with my tongue in your mouth" 

And I do. Gagging against this ugly man's slimy tongue, I bear down and push with all the muscles that control my shit box. For a second it seems like it is too long, Daddy Ford's massive snake just goes on and on, its coiled in my intestines and I'll never shit it out. But I do. I finally push him all the way out and I have that feeling again of my asshole being turned inside out. I shit his fat cock out of my slutty anus while sucking on Ray-Ray's meaty tongue. I sucked on it, finally. I am so nasty.

I rest for a few seconds, then climb into the front seat of my uncle's van. He thinks I an moving a desk. My ass is greasy and sodden against the vinyl seat. I put the key in the ignition. In a few minutes, I will drop these men off somewhere, go home and remove the futon, air out the fuck-smell, and no one will ever know.

I've given my cell phone number to Ray-Ray. I may tell my uncle I need to move furniture on a regular basis.



Nasty Intentions



"Her bum was freely offered, straining towards his hand, his belt and his cock.

She was aching for it, for something, anything as long as she got it now!

He had her totally in his command and they both reveled in it. 

Aroused was too small of a word."

We had been talking on the net for a while. Kidding around at first and enjoying each others sense of humor. He had his life and I had mine but every now and then we met up and talked. I was attracted to him from the beginning, or maybe I should say that I was attracted to his mind more then him since I had no idea what he looked like at the time. He, however, had seen images of me on my kinky internet-profile so he had a good idea what I looked like. From what he had told me, he appreciated my looks, especially my ass.

After a few months, some serious teasing and lots of laughter on my side of the computer at least, we finally got something started. And what a start! Even if cybersex almost never got me excited anymore I was sure getting aroused and excited by his words. I was surprised over the impact this man had on me but I accepted it and thought to myself that I was going to go with it and see what happened.

"He grabbed the back of my head and wrapped some of my hair tightly around his hand. I felt my body go limp underneath his touch and at the same time, my mind narrowed down and focused on the one thing in my life that was important right now. Him. 

Pushing my head down in his lap and exposing my neck, he leaned forward and traced my skin with his tongue. I could not help but shiver and moan. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my musky scent, taking deep breaths so he could really enjoy the smell of my wet needy cunt. And wet it was. I could feel it slowly wetting my thighs and I marveled in how fast I responded to him. 

Fingers danced over my skin on my bare back and I immersed myself in the feeling. Tickling, stroking, demanding my body to respond to his touch. I got goosebumps all over my arms and he smirked at me, seeming very happy about the results.

He was just getting started.

In response I rubbed my nose against his hardness to tease and to please. I wanted him badly and I showed him that by paying a great deal of attention to his cock. His tongue swiped up from my neck to my ear, teeth closing on my earlobe to give it a quick tug. Then his voice growling: 

-"Suck him, babygirl."

Yes, please, yes! I thought and licked my lips in anticipation.

I wanted to please him so much, I wanted to make this so so good. The tip of my tongue landed gently on the head of his cock, I could already taste him since there was enough of precum to make for really good lubrication. I love the taste of cum, I love cum period! Anywhere, everywhere and right now I wanted it in my mouth! 

His cock stood at full attention now and as I was swirling my tongue around the head I made sure that I licked the sensitive ridge a few times. He was groaning at this point and I was making noises of pleasure too. How could I not since this was something I had been waiting for so long and now, finally, I was permitted to have his cock in my warm, wet and very needy mouth!

I let my mouth descend on him, as far as I could and his grip on my hair hardened. I slowly bobbed up and down on his cock, making sure that I wrapped my tongue around the ridge every time I went up. I didn't want this to be over quickly, I actually prefer to give blow jobs that lasts for 30 min to an hour! It's so fascinating the way a mans cock responds to my tongue, my touch and my breath. I could do it for hours. 

His other hand was slipping down my back and into the back of my panties, caressing my ass, his fingers playing lightly over my tight hole for a minute then delved into my very wet softness. Only to be back up again, his fingers now lubricated, and he roughly pushed in two of his fingers. I was surprised and let out a small shriek but I didn't fight it. I wanted him badly in any of my holes and I pushed my butt against his fingers to show him my appreciation.

During his attention to my tightest hole I'd lost my concentration and was too busy wiggling my ass at him to really focus on his cock. That earned me a hard tug on my hair and then I was pushed so far down on his cock that I had to really pay attention or I would be gagging and be out of breath pretty soon. So while I tried the best that I could to suck him dry, he was fingerfucking my ass and controlling my bobbing head at the same time. 

He was rough, walking the fine edge between pain and pleasure but it showed me exactly who was in control. I let one of my corner teeth scrape lightly down his cock and he groaned louder this time. Telling me what a good slut I was for him. How good I sucked his cock and all the nasty things he wanted to do with that tight hole his fingers was invading. 

As he added a third finger I felt my clit starting to spasm lightly. Something was coiling right underneath it and I doubled my efforts to please him with my mouth. I got frantic, determined to have his warm seed pulsing down my throat any minute now and I was pushing myself onto his fingers as hard as I could within my ability to move. I was all about coming. Pleasing. Submitting.

I didn't care about anything else.

He stroked his thumb on the skin between my cunt and ass, actually more rubbed it just on the outside of my vagina and up towards his fingers pumping my ass. I couldn't take it anymore and I bucked and moaned and begged him (somewhat garbled since I had his big hard cock still deep in my mouth) to please let me come for him! 

Smirking yet again he asked me if I needed something and told me that I shouldn't talk with my mouth full. He let me up for air and I cried out as fast as I could:

-"Please Sir, please let me come.... I can't... I'm com...please!!!"

-"Come for me babygirl!" He growled and pushed my face down on his cock while keeping his fingers working in and around my backhole I exploded. I swear I did, I felt myself shatter around his fingers and my bucking became even more frantic. I screamed around his cock and then I felt it starting to throb. 

A second later his cum filled my throat. I swallowed greedily and forced myself to take him as deep as possible. Still convulsing from my orgasm and from his fingers still working me

I started to come down to earth. His death-grip on my hair loosened and I was able to take the last spurts of him on my tongue so I could really taste him. Slowly he withdrew his fingers and cleaned himself on a towel that was just beside him. He pulled me up and put me in his lap. I sighed contentedly and snuggled as close as I could. My ass burned and I squirmed a bit but I was happy that i felt where he had been. I've never enjoyed being treated like I was made of glass. "

Yes...that had been a very fun and very exciting session even if it was textualized. A written sex scene where the both of us participated. I knew that he was a lot older then me and I've never before been that interested in older guys. Not this much older at least but for him I would definitely make an exception. Later on I did get to see a picture of him and he was definitely attractive. Like a white version of James Earl Jones. I was wondering if he had the same type of voice too, deep, seductive, commanding...

....

As luck had it, we were living in the same big city. Too big for us to walk into each other by chance and we lived at opposite sides of the town. Even though we had been talking a lot lately, none of us had mentioned anything about meeting up in real life. we were fine as we were and the needs we had were sated by each other. As far as I knew at least. 

Although he kept mentioning that he didn't like to share I was sure that he had other girls he paid attention to and played with. I kept myself to playing with only him though because I liked to be with one at the time. And I liked to please him. This however made me a bit frustrated since we didn't chat that very often and my need was growing. For me, there was just no point in selfpleassuring. It was nice but always left me feeling empty and like I was missing out on something good. So I waited patiently.

One day, my best friend and me were going to a part in the city we never been to before, I was going to a job interview and she was going with me for moral support. We entered a big office and talked with the receptionist. She asked us to sit down and wait for Mr Davies who would be out shortly to interview me. 

As we waited in the sitting area my eyes wandered around and I glanced into the offices. A familiar face was looking in my direction with an intensity that made me forget to breathe. At first I didn't recognize him but after a few seconds it all clicked in my head. It was HIM! My "net-playpartner"! Oh my God what would I do? What would he do? Would he come out and say hello? Was it him that would interview me? Why was I sopping wet between my legs all of a sudden???

As he stared at me and probably saw all my thoughts flashing across my face, he smirked, let his lips twist in a close-to-evil grin. Predatory. His gaze burned and I was the first to look away because it was getting very discomforting to meet his eyes. My friend didn't notice anything as she was busy flipping through some magazine. I glanced towards his room to see if I could sneak another peak before I faced the Spanish inquisition. He was leaving his room and walked straight towards me, a glimmer in his eyes and a pleasant smile on his lips.

-"Ms Pine I presume? 

-"Umm, yes, yes that's me!" I choked out.

-"Good, if you would follow me, please?" He made it sound like a command rather then a question.

-"It's going to be fine!" My friend whispered, -"I'm rooting for you!"

I thought that we were headed to his office but he continued further down the hall to a small corner office that had no windows towards the hall to look through. He gestured that I was to enter the office so I did and once inside his hands was suddenly on my shoulders and his breath was warm and hot against my ear.

-"So... you found your way here hmmmm? What did you do, Google me? Applied to the job just so you could come here and distract me?"

-"No...no Sir." I swallowed nervously and tried to explain that I really needed this job since I couldn't make a living out of my hobby anymore. And I was really sad about that and please Sir if you just let me go I'll get out of here and forget all about it.... 

-"Hush now." He said

-"So, a chance encounter. A stroke of luck perhaps. And you're in need of a job you say... Hmmmm." He grabbed my hair lightly to tilt my head back so he could look me in the face. Raising an eyebrow he waited for me to answer.

-"Yes Sir!" I croaked, my throat all dry of a sudden.

How come this man, this 20+ year older then me MAN could bring such a response from my body?

I've met Dominants of all kinds before but never, NEVER had anyone had such a self confident aura around him. Never had anyone been so comfortable with himself and his surroundings and never had anyone focused all that confident energy on me. Yes, he also exuded arrogance and a feeling of looking down on me, something like disdain but not quite. That though came and went however and I ignored it for now.

I always thought that this was such a cliche but I truly felt like I was prey at this point. He smiled down at me and tugged my hair. To my astonishment his nostrils flared as he recognized the smell that was invading his nose all of a sudden. He grinned and murmured: 

-"Well, that answers that question. This might be fun...."

Huh? What question? What did he sme.... Oh...right. Was it really that obvious of a smell when I got wet? I hadn't showered today since I did it last night and from what I could tell without sticking my hands down my panties, they were soaked. So apparently, yes, I was exuding a very alluring smell to him and any others that might come here at anytime. I glanced around feeling a bit embarrassed.

He snorted softly and let go of my hair.

I was so fascinated with this man and even if we hadn't met face to face before I felt like I could trust him not to harm me. Hurt me, oh-my-fucking-god-yes (and possibly in ways I couldn't even imagine at this point) but not harm me. It occurred to me then that he hadn't really closed the door, it was slightly ajar and I looked at him questioningly. He just smirked and took a step into my personal space.

I was still having my coat on since it was cold outside and underneath it I had a dress that showed a lot of cleavage and a good part of my stocking encased legs. I enjoyed dressing like that, all feminine. Sensual. He was dressed in a crisp suit, perfectly fitted and he was looking very comfortable in it. Just how I liked it.

-"Take of your coat." His eyes was burning holes into mine again and I glanced away in sheer desperation. How could I meet his gaze when it told me so much about what he wanted to do to me? His fingers catched my jaw and brought my eyes back to him

-"I want your eyes on me, girl." He growled.

-"When I want it somewhere else I'll tell you or show you. Now... Take. Off. Your. Coat."

His left hand glided upwards on my body from my arm to my shoulder, to my hair and he grabbed it firmly. Not tugging, just holding it. I swallowed noisily and as I started to undress I pondered over the differences to experience something like this in real life vs on the net. This was far more poignant. This was scary as hell but also very exciting. Adrenaline rushed through my system making my body go on high-alert. 

My mind though had been short-circuited the moment he stood in front of me telling me to follow him. I couldn't think of anything but here and now and him and all that we had chatted about, what I had written to him about me, about my needs and desires. 

Others in the building? Door not closed? The risk of having my friend walk in and find us? The risk of having anyone of his co-workers barging in and demand to know what was going on? I didn't care. 

"-Put the coat on the chair by the door and then put your arms to your sides babygirl."

Obediently I did what he ordered and then I stood there waiting. He studied me, let his gaze wander down my body to see what I looked like. He tugged on my hair making me realize that he wanted me to turn around a bit.

-"Oh yes, that fine ass of yours. It looks much better in real life then on your pictures."

His right hand was now caressing the top of my butt through my dress

-"Thank you Sir." I whispered, still looking into his eyes even if he was currently looking at my sizable ass. He turned me around so my back was pressed against his front. A very hard erection was pushed against my butt and his hands were now moving to my front. 

-"Let's see if you're as responsive as you told me you were, girl. Put your hands on my hips and don't let go until I tell you to!" As I did just that, he freed my breasts from my bra and my dress making them stand out more and almost look enormous from my point of view. My breath got caught in my throat as his hands slid across my skin and settled underneath my tits. His thumbs were stroking my sides and as I watched, my nipples hardened just from that. 

He chuckled and close his thumbs and forefingers around each nipple and tugged them. Then tugged a bit harder. I moaned and arched into him. My nipples weren't that sensitive but I loved having them played with. My fingers was digging in to his hips, it was all I could do to not let them wander to his front and grab onto something more tempting. 

There was sound coming from outside the room and I stiffened, trying to pull away but he held me against his body in a steel grip.

-"Nope, you're not going anywhere my little babygirl. You walked into the dragons den and now this evil dragon wants to have a little fun with his princess." 

Oh dear god, was it possible to orgasm just from hearing a mans voice? There was some serious clenching going on between my legs, not on an orgasmic scale yet but close. I wanted him. Now!

The sounds outside the office subsided but I could still hear voices out there, someone wondered where the boss had gone and grumbled about wanting to talk to him. I figured that the boss was otherwise engaged since he had his hands playing with my nipples and his rock hard shaft rubbing against my very willing butt. 

His lips grazed my neck and he kissed and nibbled his way down from under my ear to my collarbone. His hands were twisting my nipples in a painful way now but in my excitement I was only wound up more and more. I did love pain with the pleasure which he already knew from our chats.

Finally after one last twist he moved his hands from my breasts and turned us around so we were facing a desk.

-"Bend over babygirl." He growled and one of his hands applied pressure on my back.

The coolness of the desk against my hot and tortured nipples made me gasp. His hands were now caressing my butt and he folded up the back of my dress so that he could see my exposed ass.

-"Stockings, he grumbled, I hate stockings." A quick tug and a loud rip and then my stockings was in shreds at my feet. 

-"Much better, don't you agree babygirl?"

I could only moan at this point. I felt my thighs being all sticky from my arousal and I would have to throw away the panties because there was no way in hell I could save them by a mere washing. Then again, I wouldn't be surprised if...

"RIIIIP"

Yep...he tore away my panties too. There I was, panting, bent over a desk in someones office, in front of a man I only knew from text right until a moment ago and I felt like a bitch in heat.

-"Please Sir....please." I managed.

-"Please what baby? Tell me what you want."

I couldn't get it past my lips. I tried but to my embarrassment I couldn't make myself utter the words that would have him pounding his hard cock inside me in an instant. I moaned with frustration and he chuckled evilly.

-"So the princess needs a bit of fire then, hmm? Well I'll be glad to help."

His buckle made soft clinking sounds as he removed his leather belt.

-"In fact...stand up and walk to the other side of the table. So if someone comes in they'll see your flushed face first."

I did as he asked, not really steady on my legs anymore so I had to grab hold of the desk as I moved around it. Again I bent over and I found myself angling my butt up so he had better access to it. I went up on my toes and I waited for him to give me what he wanted. What I needed.

He grabbed my asscheeks forcefully and parted them so that my hole was exposed and a bit open. I could feel air rush inside and it made me shiver and unconsciously I clenched against the sudden intrusion.

-"Yes... I love that. I love to see that tight little bud so eagerly await what I'm going to give it. You know that, my little slut, right? I love to lick it, fuck it and use it as I wish. But right now..." He let go of my ass and gave me a hard slap on one of my cheeks.

-"Right now I'm going to let you taste my fire and make you all hot and scorched."

He smiled.

-"Tired of the dragon analogy yet baby? Wait until after this..."

I just moaned and shook my head. Whatever he wanted to talk about he could. I was too wrapped up in my bodys response to his hands and his presence to care. Afterward I might think that his talking was on the cheesier side of things but what the hell, give the man a break. He was already multitasking and it had to be hard to come up with witty remarks at the same time. If he was anything near my state or arousal then I was surprised he could do more then just grunt.

As the first strike from his belt landed on my butt I started to breath deeply, letting the pain sink into my body and become one with it. He started lightly but the licks became harder and harder and I was sure that someone would hear the slaps as they became louder and louder. I was positioned so that my clit was rubbing against the hard edge of the desk every time I jerked from a particularly




Nasty Intentions



hard lick. 

I tried my best to relax all the way through the beating and I think I managed

for the most part. My butt felt like it was on fire (just like he promised) and he stopped, dropping the belt on the floor. 

He was panting now, not from exertion but rather from excitement. He caressed my red cheeks and whispered soothing words in my ear. How good i was, how happy he was that his little slut were able to take his light beating so well and how much much more I was going to take before he would be finished with me. 

I realized then that he was right, it coudn't have been such a hard beating after all, I'd managed to stay quiet for the most of it and only towards the end I'd been moaning and grunting. I'd had the sense to bite down on the crook of my arm though and that had subdued most

of my grunting so not much noise should have escaped outside the room I thought.

A zipper was pulled down and there was rustling from his clothes. I gathered that he either removed

his pants or just took out his cock. My ability to speak had returned so I begged him:

-"Please Sir, please fuck me, pleeeeease!!!!"

A hand in my hair and a second later he was pressing down on my backside, his hard cock nestled

between my buttcheeks.

-"I damn well will babygirl. I'm going to fuck that little tight hole of yours and fill it to the brim,

Then when you leave, you'll have my cum dripping down your legs the whole way home. I want you to have it drying on your legs, know that I marked you."

I was gasping and the ability to talk disappeared as fast it had returned. He kept his hand in my hair and with the other hand he guided himself to my weeping cunt. There was no need to part the inner labias, I was so wet and aroused that they were separated and slick by themselves. Once, twice, three times he entered my cunt to get himself lubricated then he pulled out and positioned himself right over my tight bud. 

His grip on my hair hardened and he shifted my face so he could kiss my lips, taste them, delve into my mouth and just as his tongue entered my mouth he started pushing his cock inside my ass. There was no rocking back and forth, just an insistent pushing inside of me.

I felt goosebumps running down my spine and I kissed him with a frenzy I didn't think I had in me. 

I had to come, I had to have him fuck my ass ruthlessly, I had to have him again, and again! When he was totally enveloped in my tightness he started caressing my ass again, admiring the redness and his work. He spoke to me about how tight I was, how much he enjoyed this and that he wanted his little slut to come back here again. Even though I was being terribly rude and messing up the carpet on the floor and probably the desk too with my dripping juices. What was the matter with me? Couldn't I control myself?

He started stroking in and out of me, growling these things in my ear while kissing, licking and biting me where he could reach me. One of his hands snaked around to my breast and he lifted me up my the hair so he could play with my nipples. I had to steady myself on my arms to not have my hair pulled out.

Right then I saw a shadow outside the room, someone was there watching us but I couldn't see

anything but that shadow of someone outside the door. I tensed up a bit but as my Sir stroked harder inside of me I was totally lost in sensation. He chuckled, already knowing about our audience.

-"Someday I might share you" He said. "But not today, today you're all mine but he's free to watch." He released the grip on my hair an my breast and started rimming me with his fingers. The other hand was at my pussy, three fingers pushing inside of me and the others rubbing hard on my clit. Spasm after spasm wrecked me and as I was climbing higher and higher I knew that there was no way in hell that I could keep the orgasm quiet.

He was slamming into me by now and grunted every time he was fully inside of me. Such a stamina for an older guy I thought hazily but was forced to open my mouth and speak when I felt myself tightening fast.

-"Pleeee....eeasse....Siiiiirrrrr...ooohhhhhhh goooood" I wailed.

-"COME for me slut, DO IT NOW! I want it, GIVE IT TO ME." He was growling and slamming home, cumming right after I did.

The orgasm went on for hours it seemed, my wet and wanting pussy spasmed violently around his fingers and my tight bud clenched around his cock. My hands were holding the end of the desk and I was trying to use my arms as silencers, biting down on my left arm until I tasted blood. There was someone cursing outside the door but all I thought about was the heavy body leaning on me, pressing me down. His mouth had found my left ear and he was nuzzling it while he tried to calm his breath down. 

-"A good way to start the day, princess. Don't you think?

He pulled himself out and I felt his cum already leaking down my legs. He tasted me then. Let his tongue swirl around my hole and dart down to my pussy to taste me there too.

-"Mmmmm....yeah, I like your taste babygirl...I really do...." 

He stood up, slapped my ass and told me to get up. My dress fell down and I smothered it as best as I could but of course it was wrinkled in the front. Also it was wet here and there from being drooled on by me. Tucking his cock inside his pants and looking far less just-fucked then me he grinned at me and told me that he had work to do and I was distracting him.

-"Give me your number, girl. There might be some extra work here for you in the future."

He said with a cruel smile. I was so dazed that I didn't argue. Why would I argue? This was by far the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. Ever.

I left his office with his cum running down my legs and into my boots. Luckily for me my coat covered most of my legs but there was a small part of them showing where anyone could see the wet traces of him trailing down. I waited for my friend outside in hope that the smell wouldn't be too obvious here. When she came out, she hugged me and told me that she was sure that I was going to get the job.

-"Oh...what happened to your stockings? Didn't you have stockings on this morning?" She asked

-"Umm There was a rip in them and it was so visible that i had to just throw them away"

I murmured while trying to get to the subway as fast as I could.

-"Oh OK... and what's that smell? Something is smelling really funny somewhere...!

I just continued walking with a smile playing on my lips. My tight hole was not so tight right now and my legs were all wet. I would feel my ass throb for days, reminding me what he had done to me. What I'd done.

I couldn't wait to hear from him again.



Nasty Knickers Comes Home



At first you saw the flickering headlights pan across the bedroom wall, then darkness filled the room again. Outside a taxi drove away. The bedside clock read 2:15AM on its red digital display. A key fumbled in the lock, before someone crept up the staircase. The haphazard creaking and bursts of muffled laughing told you that she was at least a little tipsy, if not totally drunk.

At last she entered the room, found the switch for the lamp and stood before you, looking much the worse for wear. Her make-up was smudged, especially around her lips, which were almost a crimson goo. Her hair was a tangled mess, her clothes loose, disheveled and tarty looking. In fact, she looked as if she had just been ravished. Her opening words told you that if she had been, she had most certainly enjoyed it...

"Well darling I'm home, did you miss me?" she sniggers, swigging from an open bottle of red wine at the same time. You do not respond, as you can tell she is seeking a confrontation. She proceeds to unzip her knee-length black boots one at a time, her spit-through micro skirt riding up with each movement - giving you a flash of her thin white silk panties with each movement. This she knows, and proceeds to make a meal of the task in hand. Her long blond hair sways back and forth, until her boots are finally off and land with a resounding thump on the floor. She throws her head back defiantly and swigs more wine from the bottle. You stare at the ceiling, trying to ignore her as best you can.

She knows only too well that you are dying to f**k her, having denied you these last long weeks. Going out tonight with her 'friends' was the last straw, but you made no issue of it then, as you simply want to save your marriage. Sure, you had tried other women in the past, but they simply couldn't compete with her in the bedroom. This is what kept you from seeking a divorce, as her behaviour got gradually worse in recent years... 

The excitement of her wild behaviour was like a drug, and from the first time you met her you knew you were hopelessly addicted. A game that was once innocent and fun was now dangerously out-of-control. Still, you weren't going to make an issue of it now either. She'd soon fall asleep half-drunk you hoped, as you pretended to have fallen asleep before her...

Little chance of that, as she climbs on top of you, legs astride your chest and her skirt riding up again. The heat from her pussy is impossible to ignore, through the thin wall of silk that separates her skin from yours. You open your eyes to see she has unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a chain of purple hickie marks from her neck to the line of her bra-cupped breasts. Shocked as you are, your cock springs immediately to attention.

"Surprised?" she asks, jiggling her breasts beneath that bra, taunting you with her infidelity. She drinks more wine, this time performing fake oral sex on the neck of the bottle, twirling her tongue around the rim slowly, staring into your eyes all the while, as she slowly allows the rich red liquid to run in and out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her hickie-covered milk jugs. Again you look away, hoping she will soon succumb to sleep. There will be hell for her to pay later when you quiz her, come the morning...

She climbs further up your body, until her panties are right above your nose. The smell of her feminine juices fills your nostrils, as she slowly unzips her micro-skirt and discards it on the floor. Dressed now only in her panties from the waist down, the sight of her golden pubic hair poking out from the lacy trim edges of sheer silk makes your cock even harder. You ache to reach out and grab the two little strings that hold her panties and just rip them off, but still you resist with all your might. She sips more wine and allows it to fall from her mouth, this time running down her cleavage, past her smooth naked belly, over her panties and down onto your own mouth. Your tongue reacts automatically and licks the liquid that has traveled over the length of her goddess body away.

Then pulling her panty gusset quickly to one side, she lowers her swollen exposed cunt onto your mouth, rubbing it slowly 'round and 'round, until you can take no more and start to probe her oily lips with your tongue. You find her clit and lash it, as she lets more wine dribble down, mixing it with her juices, fucking your face harder and harder...

You can't help but notice the overwhelming bitter-sweet taste from her. The sweetness comes from her juices as ever, but was the bitter taste simply the wine or something more? Her honeypot was thicker and heavier than ever and there was no denying a new flavour down there. "That's right hubby-dear, taste another man from me!" she taunts, almost reading your mind and sending herself to the edge of orgasm with her wickedness. Her body shudders as she comes hard on your face, soaking you in a mixture of her juice, red wine and factor x.

She collapses onto your chest, laughing all the while. Pleased with her night's work so far, she tortures you even more. "Oooh, hubby is not pleased with me...." she goads. You turn your head to the side to stare at the wall, ignoring her still. This only drives her to make further wild claims, as her tongue licks your ear-lobe. She whispers huskily into your ear - "Don't you like your bad girl? Guess what hubby-dear, a bad man f**ked me tonight with his big hard cock, he even forced it into my mouth and shot some nasty sticky stuff down my throat!" she adds for more injury. That was definitely designed as a low-punch, as you could hardly remember the last time she gave you a blow-job. "Admit you love it!" she demands.

This takes all your resistance, but still you stare at the wall. Flushed with anger at the lack of response, she grabs your face with her hand and plants her lips on yours. She forces her tongue between your lips, probing your mouth with the same bitter-sweet taste that came from her cunt. "Tell me you love your little bad girl!" she insists, coming up for air only once, then french kissing you long, slow and deep.

You can resist no longer and grabbing a fistful of her dirty blond hair you pull her sweet little whore mouth hard against yours. Your tongues dance wildly together in each other's mouths, the thought of another man having been there earlier that night disgusting you, but making your cock absolutely raging hard. Her tongue is pushing towards the back of your throat, as she f**ks the inside of your mouth with hers. 

She grinds her cunt against your cock at the same time, before breaking off to sit astride you again. She grabs your cock and rubs the end of it against the outside lips of her pussy, her panties still to one side, as she mixes her essence to the layer of your pre-cum that already coats it. This goes on forever until you can barely take it anymore, then sitting down quickly on you, her cunt takes you fully in. She prolongs your agony once more, by unhooking her bra and letting it slide down her arms until it lies in a heap on your chest. She pins it against you with her hands and laughs to herself, as she rides you fast and hard. 

You are trying not to come too quickly, but the way she has turned you on tonight is mind blowing. Sensing this, she stops, and reaching for the wine bottle she drinks from it once more. This time she holds the bottle up level with her face and pushes the neck in and out of her mouth as if she is sucking hard on another man's cock. After a few strokes she opens her mouth wide and the wine comes gushing down her chin, neck, breasts, belly and cunt - soaking the pair of you in the rich vinegary liquid. 

This sends her over the edge again, as she drops the bottle and pulls you up towards her. She rubs her freshly soaked titties all over your face as she f**ks you senseless with her hot nasty insatiable cunt. "Suck them hubby dear," she insists, " the way HE did!" You hesitate only once, before devouring her purple hickie-marks and nipples - filling your face completely with her heaving, sweaty, wine-flavoured breasts. 

You are reaching at the point of no return, f**king each other furiously, sweat dripping from your bodies. "Admit you love your little bad girl!" she demands again, desperation in her voice. Your resistance is now zero. "Yes, I love you... you cheap, dirty, sweet, nasty, little, f**king whore... there's no-one like you... you are my sex goddess!..." you admit painfully.

Unloading this simple truth fills you with release and this sends her into orbit as her pussy walls contract and spasm, hitting take-off for a multiple orgasm as your cock explodes inside her, drenching the pink walls of her pussy with your jizz. You both f**k and grind and f**k and grind, until there is not an ounce of energy left between you and you collapse together in a heap on the bed. 

The bedside clock now reads 4:15AM. It was amazing the difference two hours can make you mused, as you fell into a deep satisfied slumber, dreaming of what she might get up to next...



Nasty Little Sister



"Kyle!" My sister, Kelly, called to me from her room.

I was down in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets looking for something to have for breakfast. Kelly and I were both home from college for the holiday break. I was a graduate student and Kelly was a sophomore, being three years younger than me. Mom and Dad had left early this morning to drive up to Oklahoma City to go Christmas shopping and they told us they'd be gone all day -- so, Kelly and I were left to fend for ourselves until sometime late this evening when Mom and Dad returned.

"In the kitchen!" I yelled back to her. "You want some breakfast?"

"I'm right here," I heard her say, standing right behind me. "You don't have to yell."

I turned to see Kelly standing behind me in one of her short sleep shirts. It was barely long enough to hide her panties from my searching eyes. Her nipples were poking out from under her shirt and I could easily see the bulk of her breasts straining against the thin t-shirt material. I tried very hard not to stare at her, since I definitely didn't want her to get self-conscious and go back to her bedroom and put something else on. Besides, I didn't need to stare - I'd seen her naked enough times to know exactly what she looked like underneath the shirt.

Kelly and I made small talk as we had a breakfast of cold cereal and juice. Once she was finished eating, Kelly asked, "Can you come up to my room for a few minutes? I've got something to talk to you about."

Figuring she wanted to talk about Christmas presents for Mom and Dad, I told her I'd be up in a few minutes. The last few years, Kelly and I combined our meager earnings to get Mom and Dad a present from the both of us, and I was sure she wanted to see about doing the same thing this year. So, after I cleaned up our dishes and put them in the dishwasher, I went up to Kelly's room. 

She was still in her sleep shirt, brushing her hair, as I stopped in her door way and looked in. With every stroke of her brush, I could see her breasts jiggle and the tips of her nipples graze against her shirt. Kelly was an amazingly beautiful girl, completely unaware how stunning she was, or how her tight, lithe body affected me. She seemed to blossom into womanhood almost overnight when she was a senior in high school. One day she was my scrawny, knobby kneed little sister, and the next moment, she was an eighteen year old knock out, and she didn't even know it. 

Looking at her, I felt a little guilty about fantasizing and thinking about by own little sister in a sexual way, but, it was really her own fault. She wore the skimpiest outfits around me, and it was unbelievably easy to catch her dressing and undressing behind her almost closed door. She was completely oblivious to the incredible shows she'd been giving me for the last three years, and I'd even stroked myself numerous times standing out in the hallway outside her door after Mom and Dad had gone to bed, watching her undress -- even seeing her touch herself one night after a late night shower. Kelly was a walking fantasy for me and the primary reason I came home to visit as much as I did. If I knew Kelly was going to be home, I'd be there, too.

One thing I really loved about Kelly was that she was incredibly carelessness with her panties. She'd leave them in the bathroom or in plain sight on the floor of her bed room, just begging me to inspect and examine them closely. It was never hard for me to get a pair of her warm, moist panties -- and if I timed it right, I could usually have them in my hands within ten or fifteen minutes of the time she took them off. Believe me, they were something to behold, and I enjoyed them immensely. I would simply hide them in the big laundry basket in the laundry room when I was done with them, Mom would wash them up and no one would know. I'd done it probably a hundred times. 

Although Kelly and I go to different schools, and I only see her at home for holidays and school breaks, she was still my faithful eye candy and I measured every girl's beauty against hers. She was truly an alluring and sexy girl, and she quickly became the center of all my fantasies and masturbation sessions. 

When Kelly saw me standing in her doorway, she pointed to her bed and asked me to come in. As I sat down she asked, "Do you know what the term 'Quid Pro Quo' means?"

"Sure." I answered. "It means if you do something for me, I'll do something for you."

"Exactly!" Kelly exclaimed, followed by, "And I'm glad you defined it in those terms because I think there's a little Quid Pro Quo you owe me. Since Mom and Dad are going to be gone until late, I thought today would be a good time to collect."

"I'm not following you." I replied.

"Kyle," she explained, "whether you believe it or not, I'm not blind or stupid. I know you've been peeking at me and stealing my panties for at least a couple of years. I've never said anything or tried to stop you. But, it's time for you to pay me back." 

It took me a few seconds to comprehend what she said, and I knew it was time to make my exit to the safety of my own room. When I started to get up from her bed, she took a few steps and stood in front of me. "Not so fast, big brother." She warned, with a serious look in her eyes.

"You're going to hear me out." Kelly advised. "I've let you watch me in the bathroom when I take a shower or a bath. I leave my bedroom door cracked open so you can peek in and watch me get dressed and undressed. I've left my panties where you could find them and given you ample opportunities to see me naked."

"Kyle," she continued, with her hand on her hips, "I even shaved my pussy, and kept it shaved so you could see it better. I've let you watch me play with myself and I always gave you enough time to make yourself cum when you were peeking at me."

"You must be out of your mind, Kelly." I argued as I tried to get by her and out the door.

"I hope you're not trying to deny any of this," Kelly answered sternly, "because if you are, you're going to regret it." 

"Kelly...." I said, about to try to defend myself. But she stopped me and told me to let her finish.

"Look, Kyle," Kelly said sympathetically, "I don't want you to think I'm mad, because I'm not. I know you've been doing this for a while, and honestly, I could have stopped it any time if I'd wanted to. The truth is, I let it go on because I enjoyed teasing you and making you hot for me. But, it's time for you to pay me back, and if you don't, I promise you'll never see me naked again and you'll never get another pair of my panties as long as I live. I mean that, Kyle.... I'm not kidding."

One thing about Kelly, she knew how to express herself, and the words she'd chosen to chew me out left no question in my mind where we stood. I was busted and she wanted some thing in return.

"So," she continued, "today, you're either going to start paying me back, or it's all over." Kelly said, crossing her arms over her chest, cradling her breasts in front of me. "Today, you're going to even the score and we're going to get this out in the open, or.... you've sniffed your last panty, big brother." 

Seeing I had no choice other than to capitulate, I simply said, "Okay, fine."

"Good." She replied. "And, I expect you to cooperate fully. You can start by taking off your clothes - all of them...... and I mean right now."

Kelly took a few steps back and shrugged her shoulders at me. "Go ahead." She said calmly. "Start undressing. I want to see you naked."

I was stunned and shocked at what she asked me to do, but, fearing what would happen if I didn't start taking my clothes off, I grabbed the bottom hem of my shirt and I pulled it over my head. When my shirt was off, Kelly held her hand out and asked me to give it to her. "Hmm," she moaned in satisfaction, "I can't wait to see you naked, Kyle. You don't know how long I've waited for this."

"Here," she said, reaching out to grab my wrist and pull me out to the center of her room, "stand here so I can sit on the bed and watch you strip." Giggling, Kelly moved back to the bed and sat down, crossing her legs indian style. Unconsciously, I glanced between her legs hoping to see her panty covered crotch, and when she saw me looking, she smiled and pulled her sleep shirt up to her waist. "Can you see now?" Kelly asked as she smiled up at me. "Go ahead..... I don't mind if you look. In fact, I want you to look. I bet you recognize these panties, don't you?"

It was true. I'd seen those panties many times. Most recently, I saw them the night I arrived home from school, just five days ago. Kelly was already home, having arrived a few hours ahead of me. As soon as I walked in the door that night, I had to pee after my long drive. So, after hugging my Mom and shaking Dad's hand, I ran up the stairs to the hall bathroom and found those exact same light blue panties lying on the floor next to the bath tub. I looked down at them while I peed, and I remember smiling to myself -- thinking what a nice home coming present my sister left me. Without thinking, I picked them up and looked inside at the crotch panel for the signs of Kelly's natural wetness. Sure enough, there was a small spot of clear, slick pussy juice -- still wet and fresh from Kelly's pussy. Chuckling to myself, I stuffed them in my pocket not even the slightest bit concerned that Kelly might miss them. After all, I'd taken her panties so many times and got away with it each time, I didn't even consider the fact that she might find them gone.

"Jeans next." Kelly said, smiling at me and pointing to my pants.

"I'm sure you didn't realize it," she giggled, "but, I was wearing these panties when I heard you come through the front door the other night. You know, it only took me about thirty seconds to take them off and toss them in the bathroom. No more than two minutes later, you went in there. Funny thing, though," Kelly added, "I looked in there after you left the bathroom and guess what? My panties were gone. These exact same ones, Kyle, the ones I'm wearing now. Surely you remember?"

Kelly had a shit-eating grin on her face. That night, I'd kept her panties in my pocket until I went to bed. Then, in the seclusion of my own room, I pulled them out and laid her silky panties across my face and jacked my cock. Even as I stood there in front of my sister, about to unfasten my jeans and step out of them, I could still remember how good her panties smelled. And, I was starting to get hard recalling the way I sniffed and licked her panties while I jerked myself that night.

Snapping me back to reality, I heard Kelly say, "Just to prove that I'm a fair person, I'll take my shirt off so you can see my boobs after you take your jeans off. Then after you take your underwear off, I'll take mine off, too. You'd like that wouldn't you, Kyle?"

I nodded my head up and down as my hands unfastened my jeans and pulled the zipper down. Kelly, seeing that I was about to take my pants off, adjusted the way she was sitting so that she was half laying down on her side with one of her knees bent way up. Again, she pulled her night shirt up, this time almost to the bottom of her breasts and then she lewdly thrust her pelvis out at me.

"Come on, Kyle!" She hissed. "Hurry up. Can't you see I'm waiting to see what you've got in there? Do you have a hard-on now?"

I nodded my head again and she smiled. "Tell me, big brother," she said, "and I want the truth now -- when you take my panties, what exactly do you do with them? I think I already know, but, it'll be more fun to hear you say it."

I started to answer her, but she pointed urgently to my jeans and told me not to stop undressing. "Keep stripping and answer my question." She told me.

Pushing my jeans down, I admitted I'd been sniffing her panties and using them to masturbate. "Be specific." Kelly replied, "I want to know exactly what you do with my panties. And, don't leave anything out."

About that time, Kelly's hand drifted down to her crotch and she began to lightly stroke herself outside of her panties. When she saw me watching her, she moved herself around so I could see her whole crotch, not just the front of her panties. "See how nice I'm being, Kyle. You can look as much as you want. Just keep stripping and tell me what you do with my panties when you steal them."

"I put them over my face sometimes." I replied as I stepped out of my jeans and tossed them on the floor. "Usually I lie down and drape your panties over my face with the crotch over my nose and then I masturbate."

"You what?" She said, laughing. "You mean you jerk-off?" Kelly asked.

"Jerk-off. Jack-off. Masturbate. Choke the chicken. Whatever you want to call it, Kelly." I answered. "Sometimes, I put the crotch panel in my mouth and suck on it."

"Oh, God!" Kelly moaned. "That's so nasty, big brother. But I love the idea of you sucking on my panties after I've worn them. Do I taste good?" Kelly asked.

"More than good, Kelly." I replied, telling her the truth. "I can't describe it with words, but, believe it when I say I'd love to have a never ending supply of your panties."

Kelly's eyes were trained on the bulge inside my underwear. I prefer cotton jockey briefs, and my stiff rod was pushing against them, throbbing and waiting to be unleashed. "Come closer," she asked, "I want to look at you before you take your underwear off."

With that, Kelly sat up and pulled her sleep shirt over her head and threw it on the floor with my jeans. She used her hands to cup her boobs, offering them up to my eyes. "See, I kept my word, Kyle. This is the way it's going to be from now on. I'll do for you what you do for me. If you want to see me naked, you're going to have to let me see you naked, too. If you want my panties, you're going to have to let me watch you with them."

When I stepped in front of her, she leaned in toward my waist, not more than four or five inches from the bulge in my underwear and sighed. "I've never seen a guy play with himself himself, Kyle -- I mean all the way until he cums. You're going to do that for me, aren't you?" She asked.

"Are you going to give me your panties?" I countered. 

"Ooohhh." She sighed as she fingered her pussy through her panties. "I'd love that. Are you going to sniff and lick them if I do?" She asked. "They're getting nice and wet." 

I couldn't stop myself from reaching down into my underwear and pulling my cock out. I did it so fast, I think it startled her and I don't think she was ready for what she saw. I was amazingly hard and stiff. I don't claim to be huge in the dick department, but, I'm not small either, and I don't think Kelly had ever seen a full eight inch cock, throbbing and drooling precum just inches in front of her face.

"God, Kyle!" Kelly yelped. "It's huge. I had no idea..... I mean, you're so big!"

I had to smile. I knew I wasn't really that big, but, I am rather thick and I'm sure it looked bigger than it really was, waving so close to her face.

Kelly edged her hands down to the waistband of her panties and started to push them down. "Don't." I said to her. 

When she looked up at me, I asked her if she'd leave her panties on a while longer. "Look," I said, hesitantly, "I've got kind of a thing about your panties, so, if you wouldn't mind leaving them on a little longer, that would be good for me."

"Now, that's a first." She replied. "Every other guy is always trying to get me out of my panties, but, you're trying to keep me in them. But, fine with me..... I still want you naked, though."

I pushed my tidy whiteys down my legs and kicked them off. Slowly, I began to stroke myself, stopping every now and then to hold my cock still and point it at her. Kelly's fingers were busy tracing the valley between her legs, creating quite a wet spot in those light blue panties. I watched her as she watched me and it wasn't long before her wetness seeped through the fabric of her panties onto her fingers.

Kelly's other hand was playing with one of her nipples, gently teasing it and lightly squeezing it. My eyes were moving between her breasts and her crotch, and glancing up into her eyes to see if she was still looking at my rod. Finally, after a few minutes, our eyes met and she smiled. "When I take my panties off, if you want to look at me closely, you can. I'll hold myself open and you can look at my pussy. I shaved it up this morning just for you, Kyle. You can sniff me and see where all that nice pussy juice comes from. Are you interested in that? Want to see your little sister's pussy up close?"

"Oh, yeah," I answered, still stroking my pole, "I'd love to see your pussy that close."

"I still want to see you cum, though." Kelly added. "So you can look at me for a few minutes as long as you promise not to cum while you're looking."

The wet spot on her panties had grown by now and her fingers were slimy with her secretions. She must have read my mind when I noticed how wet her fingers were, because she pulled her hand away and held it out to me. "Want a sniff?" Kelly asked.

Without stopping the way I was jacking myself, I got down on my knees next to the bed and pulled her fingers to my nose. I accidently touched her juice covered fingers to my upper lip as I guided her hand to my nose, and when I did, she smiled. "I'd love to see you suck my fingers, big brother."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that, and as soon as the words left her lips, I pushed her fingers into my mouth and began sucking. "Damn, Kyle," Kelly moaned, "can you believe you're sucking my pussy juices off my fingers? That's really, really nasty."

Taking her fingers out of my mouth and watching her move them back between her legs, I looked up into Kelly's eyes. "If you think that's nasty," I groaned, "I've got some incredibly nasty fantasies I like to think about when I jack off with your panties. They'd probably make you blush...... they're that nasty."

"Oh, really!" She said excitedly. "Like what? You've got to tell me!" Kelly begged.

"Okay," I answered, panting as I stroked myself wildly, "like having you sitting on my face with your panties on while I licked and sucked you...... or, having you lie on your back with your knees pulled up so I could eat your pussy..... or, taking a fresh pair of your panties and pushing them all the way up into your pussy and leaving them there for a few hours until they were completely saturated with your wetness, and then taking them out and playing with them. Those are just a few of the things I think about."

"No shit?" She said. "You've thought about doing those things with me?"

"That's a fact," I answered, "pretty nasty, huh?"

"Oh, my God!" Kelly panted. "You're right, that all sounds really nasty." She replied. Then with a sparkle in her eyes she said, "We can do all that, Kyle. As much as you want and anything else you've thought about, but, you have to do something for me in return."

My cock throbbed in my hand when I heard her words. "Sure, anything you want." I replied. "Just name it."

Kelly looked at me and took a deep breath. "I want you to make love to me, big brother." She answered. I stopped stroking my cock and stared at her in disbelief. 

Peeking at my sister, stealing, sniffing and sucking on her panties was one thing. I could even justify letting her see me naked and jacking off in front of her -- if you can believe that. But, I'd never seriously entertained the thought about fucking her -- it seemed so unlikely and I just took it for granted that I'd burn in hell if I ever tried such a thing. Not that I didn't want to, mind you. Honestly, it would be a dream come true for me.

"Don't look at me like that!" She said as she closed her legs, sat up and looked into my eyes. "I've been waiting two years for you to figure it out. I've been sending you every signal I could - short of actually asking you, that is. Why do you think I've been teasing you so long - letting you peek at me and steal my panties?"