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Suburban Sex Club Ch. 01

By: Laura_Mary_Chutmeh



The woman seemed to be bent over some kind of contraption similar to the sawhorses I'd seen construction workers using. Her bottom half was sort of naked, long slim legs clad in only sheer stockings with the suspenders from a garter belt running along the upper thighs. If there were panties, they were very very small and I could not see them at all; there probably were no panties though as I'll explain in a minute. Since she was side-on to my line of sight, I could see her upper half as well and that too continued the same theme. Her upper body was covered with a strappy bra-like garment, very form fitting, but again, this was unlike any bra I had seen before. For one thing, there were no cups to hold the breasts. They dangled from her horizontal chest, large and plump and very white, ringed by the dark fabric of her garment. The pink nipples seemed to be covered partially with some dark material and there were twin cords of some sort and leading from them. Her upper body had no supports other than a second sawhorse out in front of her. She held on to it with both hands, fingers barely reaching. The device seemed to be padded and covered with some soft material for her fingers were able to sink partway into them.

The black man that stood between her arms was pulling on the cords attached to her nipples and jerking them occasionally while he plunged his cock into her mouth with alternating slow and fast movements. Saliva dribbled from her stretched mouth and dripped slowly in log strands down to the floor. I could see his buttock muscles clench and unclench, his clearly defined thighs flexing and relaxing as he moved back and forth. Every few back and forth motions would rock the sawhorse behind his back. His dark cock emerged partially from her big 'O' of a mouth, glistening with saliva. Even from where I stood, I could see it was a large specimen and that she was having some trouble deep throating him. Tears had streamed from her eyes as she sucked—yes sucked, I could see her cheeks hollow out every time he plunged in, this was no mere face fuck—and her mascara had streaked down her cheeks.

The paunchy white man behind her had his khaki shirt unbuttoned and flapping on his pale body, trousers puddled around his ankles. He slammed into her, clearly fucking her with slow languorous strokes, but his cock was concealed by the swell of her buttocks. I could not see his face because of his large cowboy hat. He took long drags from his cigarette as he fucked her and blew the smoke al over her ass and back. He slapped her ass repeatedly with his free hand and the ass-flesh jiggled, but not too much. The woman was toned. He exchanged a few words with the black guy in front, but everything was in silent motion. I could not hear anything from where I stood and doubted I could even if were right outside the window. 

Cigarette! That brought me back to the present in a hurry as the stub started burning my finger. I'd sneaked out in the dark Connecticut winter night to sneak a smoke. It was quite an undertaking—I had to shrug into my overcoat and run out into the backyard carefully stepping in only the plowed areas. My usual location to smoke was just beyond the reach of the motion activated lights over the garage, and as it turned out, behind one of the large ornamental pines that bordered our neighbor's property. The houses were built on a slight rise—the locals called it a hill—and as a result, while most of the basements could not even be seen from the front, they had walk-out doors in the back. As a result, I could stand there in the dark and look straight into the neighbor's basement. 

It was a finished basement with carpet and drapes and wood paneling from what I could see. No cinderblock or cement there. There were mirrors everywhere; in fact, at least two of the walls around the woman looked like they were floor to ceiling mirrors, giving me an excellent view of all angles of the woman's debasement. Ha! Get it? Debasement in de basement? I'm fucking funny even if I do say so myself. Anyhow, the only thing that was strange—and this did not strike me at the time—was that the drapes were not drawn. In fact, every other time I had stood in this same spot, I had seen the dark, blackout drapes drawn tight. I had never actually seen into the basement before. I stubbed out the cigarette that had just burned my finger in a snow bank—I could see my previous butts (cigarette butts that is) there in the moonlight reflecting off the bright snow all around me. For good measure, I stuck my burned finger into the snow too while I continued to watch the woman getting fucked from both ends.

Fuck, I thought, looking back at the surreal scene in the neighbor's basement. What the fuck was going on? I knew Denise, our neighbor, a white woman about thirty five or so, married to an Indian guy, originally from Punjab. His name was Jagdeep, but he introduced himself as Jack—easy for the firangs to say, you see—to everyone. In fact, if he had changed his name officially, I would not have been surprised. In the Indian community in Hartford, he was not that much of an anomaly; there were several other Indians with white wives. She was a pretty woman, but I had no idea she had such a curvaceous figure or such large tits. She always wore oversize sweatshirts with a turtleneck underneath and baggy sweatpants or loose jeans every time I had seen her. I'd been inside their house a couple times, but never in the basement. It was mostly like, would you like a cup of tea? Or, why don't you step in out of the cold? Something like that. No formal dinner party or even a quick drink. 

The fact of the matter was, I wasn't even sure if the woman being fucked—wait, was he in her ass? —Was she even Denise? Or some other woman? The thing is, I'd never seen her all prettied up to the extent she was right now, and I lent see her face very well, partly covered and distorted by the large black cock thrusting into her mouth. And, well, the next question was, where the fuck was Jack? That and a thousand other questions crowded into my mind as I watched the tableaux taking place in front of me. Were the Singhs renting their basement out to some debauchery-based club, or were they part of this? Was the woman a whore or was it Denise? Or was there a distinction? Was Jack running a whorehouse? In suburban Hartford? Seemed far fetched, but the evidence was right there in front of my eyes. I couldn't be sure, but well, this whole business had made me very horny. I reached under my coat and unbuttoned my rather snug jeans and started unzipping. Cold be damned, this was just too sexy.

That's when it happened. You see, I was standing and smoking in the dark (yes, I'd lit another one), or so I'd thought, but I did not realize that with the moonlight and the reflection off the snow, I was actually quite visible. And how did I find out? Well, the woman saw me. I could see her eyes boring right into mine in the mirror and I could see her grin at me around the black cock still thrusting into her mouth and throat. A slow, knowing grin.

I panicked. Turned and ran. Chucked my cigarette into the bushes. Tripped. Scrambled to my feet and lurching and nearly falling several times, I made it to my driveway and ducked into the garage. Matters were not helped by the motion sensor triggering the light on the drive—I'd previously sneaked along the side of the house, avoiding tripping it on, but no luck this time. Once in the garage, I composed myself, heart still hammering in my throat. I pulled up my zipper, refastened the button, took off the parka and hung it on the nail, composed myself and re-entered the house. 

Another shock: he was right there, waiting for me.

Suburban Sex Club Ch. 02



"A...Akash," I said, still a little out of breath. I was more startled at seeing him there than anything I guess, but he'd definitely taken his shower a lot quicker that I'd expected. Or maybe it was my sense of time that had become warped, engrossed as I had been in seeing the spectacle next door.

"Varsha," he said. A statement of fact, no inflection at all. "Where'd you go?"

"I...um...I was just outside—"

"You've been smoking." Not a question, just a simple statement of fact, delivered with a 'gotcha' tone. He must have smelled the smoke on my breath even though we were a few feet apart. 

I hung my head. There was nothing to say. I'd forgotten to chew a couple of breath mints I'd found masked the smell best, again probably due to my agitated state. We had been trying to quit smoking, Akash and I, and it had been a few days since I'd smoked my last one. But smoking is hard to give up. Otherwise why would the guy—Shaw or someone, maybe Mark Twain—have said something to the effect that giving up smoking was easy, he'd done it thousands of times? Or maybe he'd said it about drinking. Whatever.

"You fucking bitch," my husband now said in a low tone. Again, it was delivered as a statement of fact. 

"You don't know what happened," I started to say, but he cut me off with raised eyebrows and a warning finger. I wanted to tell him all about what I'd just witnessed, trying clearly to deflect from the fact that I'd been cheating on our mutual 'no smoking' pact. I opened my mouth like one of the goldfish in the aquarium, but his raised finger stopped me again.

"You cunt," he said, the very soul of calm. He looked fresh, having just showered, wearing a clean t-shirt and sweatpants, smelling of Old Spice deodorant, hair slicked back. I raised my eyes to take him in. So, I thought, it's going to start now. 

We have a little game we play sometimes. I guess there is a submissive deep within me, and sometimes we role-play. Akashi will take a dominant tone with me, and if I am game, I will play along. Usually it lasts for an hour or so worth of kinky sex games. There is of course, an unspoken agreement that at no point will any barrier the other is unwilling to cross be breached. So far, he'd always been the dom, and me the sub, but we had briefly discussed a role reversal at some future, unspecified point. 

I quickly glanced at the clock, 8 pm. Tomorrow was Saturday, no work. We could have some fun. I hung my head and said, "Sorry Sir." Just like I would have when called to the principal's office in school. The only difference was that I was 25, not 14. Well, there was one other difference; my panties were wet. Soaking wet. Partly from the anticipation of fun and games, but also from what I had just seen.

I tried one more time. "I just saw something bizarre at the neighbor's," I said, in a normal tone, coming out of character for a second.

Akash frowned. "If you're trying to get out of punishment you cunt," he said, "you'll be sorry." 

"No, really...something weird going on there," I said, not specifying what exactly it was that I'd seen. The mental image of the woman getting fucked at both ends, enjoying it I thought, if I could surmise from the grin she gave me in the mirror was turning me on like nothing else had. Or maybe it had been a grimace of pain? Sometimes, I reasoned, they are the same.

"Cunt," he said, "show me." His tone remained calm, and for some reason it was even more exciting than if he had shouted.

I turned and we walked out into the garage and I took my jacket off the hook. Akash did likewise. I saw him slipping something into his pocket out of the corner of my eye.

"Wait," he said as I was about to shrug into the coat. 

I looked at him, a question in my eye. What?

"Strip," he said.

I started to protest but stopped when I saw his face. He had his, 'you'd better do it and do it now, or else' look on, and while I knew I could stop the play acting at any time, I decided to comply. After all, I had said the magic words. I said them again.

"Yes Sir." I started to strip. Nothing slow or sexy about it. The motion activated garage light had gone out and the only light was from the kitchen shining through the glass of the garage door. Lots of shadow, little light.

I undid the button on my jeans and unzipped for the second time in ten minutes and pulled them off. The garage was not heated, but nor was it as cold as the outside, but despite that, goose pimples broke out all over my legs. I pulled off my panties that were soaked by now and tossed them on top of the jeans. Akash's eyes did not miss the large wet spot on the light colored cotton underwear. I did have sexy lingerie—like from Victoria's Secret and all—but for routine wear, I preferred no frills cotton. Maybe a little heart or bow stitched on the front.

"It's cold Sir," I said in a little girl voice.

Akash said nothing. 

I continued with the disrobing, pulling off the light sweatshirt I always wore indoors and then the t-shirt. As usual the shirt snagged on my rather large tits and I had my usual moment of pulling-at-them-while-blinded, torso wriggling act. I's sure Akash enjoyed it. He'd told me so many times before. Finally the shirt was off and I unsnapped the bra. Even though they're large—36 D—they don't sag a lot. Not yet anyway. Yeah, I know. I'm not exaggerating my boob size just because I'm telling you my story; it is a fact. Rather, they're a fact. A couple of facts? I'd been embarrassed about my tits for a long time before I met Akash in engineering college in Bombay. He'd made me feel good about them, calling them the best set of tits he'd ever seen, large but not too big. I guess he should know, he plays with them a lot.

I stood there, naked, awaiting his next command. I hoped he wouldn't make me walk outside like this, but I was not sure. He stepped behind me and cupped my tits with both hands, weighing them, caressing them. He pulled at the hard nipples with a little more force that I expected and a gasp escaped me. Not OK. I was supposed to be submitting and take whatever he dished out. Punishment was instant. He pinched my right nipple, really hard and a half-moan, half-cry escaped my lips. He did it again, but this time I was expecting it and was able to stay quiet. 

His left hand strayed down my belly, down to my nether regions. He cupped my whole cunt and shook it. Then he slipped a finger inside. I writhed in excitement but stayed quiet. His index finger (I think) found my clitoris and rubbed. My cunt became wetter than before. I'm sure his hand was soaked. All the while, his right hand pinched and kneaded my right breast. 

He fingered me for a few more moments and then abruptly, just as I was building up to a nice orgasm, said, "Jacket and shoes, cunt."

Cunt. That was what he called me during our games. I loved it. To be reduced to nothing more than a cunt, just there for his enjoyment, nothing more than an receptacle to pleasure him and receive pleasure in turn of course was exciting. Not to forget the tits. He certainly didn't. 

I picked up the parka and pulled it on, then stepped into my shoes—slip-on shoes, leather with rubber soles. The inside of the jacket was fleece and rubbed on my inflamed nipples. The bottom of the jacked barely covered my upper butt and my cunt was literally throbbing with excitement. What if someone saw us, I mean me? I disabled the motion activated light before we left the garage.

He pulled on his jacket and crocs and we stepped out. Crunch, crunch on the ice and then to the backyard behind the bushes. I moved carefully, slowly; I had been spotted before by the woman in the basement. I didn't niecesrily want an encore, especially not in this state of undress. 

Fuck, I thought when the basement came into view. The drapes were drawn. Dark. The moonlight illuminated the dark drapes and I could even see where the two panels came together.

Akashi looked at me questioningly. I shrugged. In fact, now that I think of it, there must've been some reason I didn't say any more at the time. 

"I thought I saw some...people dancing there." I didn't know why but I lied.

"Dancing, huh?"

The conversation all this while had been in English, but now he switched to Hindi. "Rundi," he said, "whore, lying to me, huh?" He raised my coat from the back and spanked me hard on the butt. "What did you see? What the fuck did you see, cunt?"

"Aah!" I yelped. I figured it was a rhetorical question, no answer required.

Spank, spank, spank. His hand rose and fell rhythmically. He unzipped the jacket and it fell open, stiff. It was some kind of quilted material, very warm but hardly something that hugged my contours. My tits swung into the opening like twin torpedos. One of his hands went around me.

Then one hand was pawing my boobs, pulling at the nipples, the other hand spanking me. Practically naked, my open jacket swinging from side to side with the movement, I took what he was giving me. It was pure paradise and I was wetter than ever. In some corner of my mind, I was thinking what if my cunt juice freezes? Water expands when it freezes, so there was a chance I would have a ice dildo in my cunt if this went on for a while. The thought made me drip more, almost near orgasm. The excitement of potential discovery was like an aphrodisiac while at the same time I hoped no one would see me like this. The cold air felt delicious on my hot skin as he chastised me mercilessly. Somewhere, someone was burning wood; I could smell the woodsmoke—sweet, different from cigarette smoke, and comforting.

Then he changed his rhythm. He would spank me a few times, then his hand would snake between my legs and finger me roughly, mercilessly. Then spanking again. My hands and feet felt cold as ice but I hardly noticed. I stood there facing the neighbor's basement, now dark, shivering with delicious sensations. I was on fire, heat leaking out of me like the hot water spigot in the kitchen. Like lava from mount Vesuvius. Goddamn, this was good. The earth moved, the sky with the gibbous moon undulated, it was exhilarating like goddamit. I humped his hand like mad.

And then I saw the drape move. Not all the way, but just a little. Like there was someone there looking out at me. For some reason, this excited me even more and I moaned involuntarily. And the thought that someone, maybe the woman on the sawhorse, was watching me get ravaged, just like she had been a few minutes ago, pushed me over the edge. His finger in my cunt turned upwards, found my G spot. The orgasm built suddenly, without warning, a flash flood. I came like I had never before. 

"Aaaaah!" 

I may have gushed, or squirted as they say in the porn industry—Akash told me later that he had never seen me come like that before.

I was breathing like I'd run ten miles. During the orgasm, the sky that was actually quite well lit by the moon had turned black. I spasmed, quivered, shook like a malaria patient as the climax took me. A whole body orgasm. It took me a few minutes to get my breathing under control, to get my senses back together and collect myself. I found that Akash still had one hand firmly clamped on my left boob, practically crushing it, and one hand covering my still convulsing cunt. One finger inside, like I was a fish he had hooked by the cunt. 

Had the drape really moved? I didn't have time to think or worry about it. 

"Fuck," he said reverentially. Then he reverted to character, was ready to move on to the next step. "Bitch cunt, punishment for screaming out loud." 

He spun me around so I was facing away from the neighbor's basement and pushed me to my knees. Rough, heavy hands on my shoulders with all his weight behind them. He pulled my jacket partly off so that only the sleeves were on and my hands behind me. Most of my body was now open to the elements. My tits were now on full and proud display as my back arched to accommodate my arms twisted behind me. Nipples hard as ice chips, partly from the cold and partly from the excitement. The snow and ice on the wet grass felt numbingly cold, and then, after a few seconds, the skin on my knees went numb. No matter, I thought, I can take this. The temperature was about 30 degrees, I knew—probably not enough to get frost bite. Well, I'd never heard of frostbite of the knees anyway. The excitement and heat of the moment were of more immediate importance that the possibility, remote as it seemed, of getting frostbite. 

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick. Not without difficulty, I noted. He was hard as a steel rod. He throbbed, large and brown, eight inches long and veined like a bodybuilder's bicep. Akash and I had measured it, so I know. He'd insisted it was eight and a half and I had gone along, although I really thought it was only eight. No matter; he was plenty big enough for me, and I also happen to believe it's not how big you are, it's how you use it. I have had one lover in the past that was bigger, but it had been painful. Maybe he had poor technique, maybe I was inexperienced. Whatever.

"Suck," he commanded. 

And then he thrust it straight into my waiting open mouth, no fancy foreplay, licking or tonguing required. It wasn't quite a face fuck or a skull-fuck. It was a straight up throat fuck. The first thrust almost took the back of my head off and I choked. But he gave me no time to recover. He took a large handful of my long hair and forced my head into his groin. His dick rammed into my throat, no other way to describe it. Way too much in character, I thought in a detached way even as I struggled to breathe through my nose. So soon after my orgasm, I was still panting, hungry for air and the asphyxia just added to the surreal situation and eroticism. Even as my nostrils opened wide to suck in more air, my cunt lips quivered in sympathy in the last throes of orgasm. I might have blacked out just a little, but hey, it was great.

Although it seemed like a long time, he finally came, and he held my head to his groin as he spasmed and came directly into my esophagus. I kneeled there in the snow, arms trapped behind me by the jacket sleeves halfway off, tits exposed like an offering, choking on his cum. Some of it leaking out around the seal between my lips and his cock.

Then a car started somewhere and blue and red lights came on, flickering in the night. The headlights caught me squarely, a butterfly pinned on a white sheet.



Suburban Sex Club Ch. 03



"Mmmffff," I said around his cock. I glanced up, as much as my position would allow—arms effectively pinned behind me, on my knees in the semi-frozen snow, hair tightly clutched in his hands, head locked against his groin, nose against his belly. He was angled away from the road and his eyes were tightly closed, apparently enjoying his orgasm. His hips bucked against my face and his grip tightened even more as I struggled. 

The cop-car let out a single note of the siren and I felt Akash's hands relax. His eyes popped open and he turned to face the car that was now halfway in our driveway. I felt his hands leave my hair and I fell back on my haunches, breathing raggedly. He had used me hard, like a slut, and I was totally out of breath. Even as I forced my arms forward, partially pulling the jacket back on and trying to struggle to my feet, I saw the interior car lights come on and the door open. A figure stepped out and started walking toward us with long purposeful strides. The very image of authority. 

We stayed frozen in the car headlights, the blue and red lights painting patterns on our bodies. Mostly mine. Akash was struggling to pull his pants up—nothing like being caught with your pants down, especially by the police, I thought even as I reviewed my situation. I was fucking naked, or as near as could be. I started to pull my jacket so it would cover some of my nudity and tried to struggle to my feet. But my legs from knees down had gone all tingly and numb and I fell with a sharp cry. Stupid idea, I thought—playing our games outdoors like this, and now we were in trouble. I tried again, looking at Akash to help me up, but he was too busy trying to yank his pants up, getting them un-snagged from his boots, one eye on the slowly advancing cop. 

He was about ten years or so away when he stopped, put his hands on his hips and said, "Hold it right there!"

One hand held a cigarette and there was something very familiar about his posture, but I could not put my finger on it. He was medium height, wearing a hat, but that's all I could see. He was backlit by his own headlights and his face was all in shadow. His police belt, heavy with all kinds of equipment—especially the metal stuff—glinted in the bright light. I remember thinking, thank God the neighbors are not around. 

"Officer," said Akash, "I can explain..." Then he stopped. I was still on my knees, holding my jacket lapels together with one hand, fumbling for the zipper with the other and desperately looking at Akash for help getting up. He however ignored me, all concentration on the cop.

The cop came closer and said, "You live in this house Sir?"

"Yes, I...we do."

"Ah. Shall we go in so we can discuss this matter?"

Akash helped me up while I gave him a baleful glare. He should have fucking helped me up first, I thought. I stood on wobbly feet, thankful for the thick rubber soled shoes I was wearing. Luckily no heels or I would have definitely broken my ankle or something. Akash opened the door by the side of the garage and we walked in, Akash leading, me hobbling behind him clutching his arm and the cop following. I kicked off my shoes close to the kitchen door and just as I entered the kitchen, I stumbled on the last stair. I lunged forward holding my husband's arm, trying to keep from falling, and my jacket flew open and up and I'm sure the goddamn cop had a good eyeful.

All this while I was worrying: we had applied for our green card a few months ago. What if the cop arrested us or something happened that put a black mark on our record? Akash and I had been married for three years, been lovers for about six, and we had decided to settle down in the US. We both had good jobs, made good money and perhaps we would start a family in a few years. And all of that could potentially go down the drain just because of Akash and his fucking fun and games. Well, to be fair, I was an equal and enthusiastic partner, but at that moment I was too mad to worry about it. The only strange thing was my pussy was moistening up again. Something about the situation was turning me on.

We entered the kitchen and immediately I cast about to find something to cover my nakedness. My coat was still unzipped and most of my booty uncovered. I finally got the tab in the slot and pulled the zipper up. No clothing in sight for me to cover up my lower body, and I was just about to nip upstairs and get something when the cop stopped me with a stern look. 

He looked quite at home, taking his hat off, putting it on the kitchen island, pulling up a bar stool and setting his fat ass down on it. 

"Mr...uh?"

"Akash...Akash Rudra," my husband said.

"Yes, Mr Kash Rood-rah," he said mangling the name totally, "Can I see some ID please?"

Akash fumbled for his wallet which was lying on the kitchen counter. That's where he usually tosses his car keys, wallet, pen etc., when he gets back home. Just so I can get put them all back in their proper place. The cop took the proferred drivers license, looked at Akash who by then had his pants all done up, and then back at the picture. Finally he grunted, tossed the license back at him. In the meantime, I was growing increasingly restless. Some of the snow and grit on my knees had melted and was running down my legs and I hopped from foot to sock-covered foot trying to ease the tickle. 

He rose, pulled his jacket off and carefully hung it on the back of a chair, just like he would on a hanger. 

"Quite warm in here," he remarked, almost conversationally, as though he were an invited guest at dinner. 

"Can I go and put some clothes on?" I asked. My voice sounded meek and I hated that.

Instead of answering, he cocked an eyebrow at me and said, "It's warm in here. I would take my jacket off if I were you." There was warning in his tone. "Go on," he said again.

Slowly, I pulled the zipper down and even more slowly pulled the jacket off. His eyes followed my every move and he stared at my boobs standing out proudly from my chest topped with dark brown, still erect nipples. I started to move my hands up to cover up, but then thought, what the hell, he's already seen them, and we are in so much trouble already. His eyes traveled down my body, over my flat stomach, flared hips, shaved pussy...damn my shaved pussy, no cover there either. I felt totally on display. Leisurely, he took it all in. 

He pulled out a pack of Marlboros from his pocket and lit one, then offered one to me. The scene was so bizarre that I actually stepped forward and took one. I read his name tag—Steven Gould, it said. Akash refused, but did not even look at me as the cop courteously lit our cigarettes using a cheap plastic lighter. I stepped over to the cabinet and set out a cup to use as ashtray, accommodating host that I was.

"So, Mr Rood...you mind if I call you Rood?" He made it sound Dutch or something. Akash nodded. Clearly there was nothing else to be done. "You live here I see. And what were you doing out there?"

Akash cleared his throat. "Well...I, um...we, went out for a smoke."

"A smoke, huh? Interesting. Yet you refuse my offer of a cigarette."

"I...we were trying to quit."

"I see," he said, then pulled out his cellphone from his pocket and started fiddling with it. An iPhone, I saw. The silence grew as pressed the home button, used the slider to get into it, searched for something. Akash pulled some paper from the kitchen roll, wadded and wet it, and handed it to me. Under other circumstances, he might have wiped my legs himself, but now he just handed it to me. Still naked, I bent, trying to keep my knees together, trying not to give Steven a better look at my assets. I needn't have bothered; he was still busy with his phone. Akash looked curiously calm. No desperation in his face, nothing to show that his wife was being forced into this lewd display.

Finally, he turned the screen to Akash. "Looks like she is smoking quite the cigar in this picture."

I hadn't seen the picture yet, but I realized he had taken pictures of me sucking Akash's cock, or rather, him fucking my face and my heart sank. My pussy, curiously enough grew damper. When I did get to see the picture, it was a great three quarter view of my face stuffed with cock. Akash was turned away from the shot, face in shadow.

Steven waited a few beats before he made his next move. Then he stepped forward, covered the three feet between him and me and ran an index finger down the middle of my chest. Between my breasts, the finger separating the flesh and going down to my navel, my tits swinging back to close the gap. His eyes followed his finger as it traveled over my skin, shifted momentarily to the movement of my tits, then back again. Akash watched as though mesmerized, making no move to intervene. The cop paused at my belly button, then travelled south, palm down, callused, large hand rough on my skin. I shivered involuntarily, clad only in a pair of white socks. Oh, and my gold chain with the mangalsutra, the symbol of married Hindu women.

His left hand lazily reached for my right breast, fondling, caressing but rough and possessive, like he owned them. I shivered a little, loving the contact. Then, in an instant he had reached my wetness, flipped his hand over and hooked my cunt with his index finger. I cried out, more in shock at the sudden invasion than pain—there was no pain, you see; I was so wet, practically dripping. For the second time in fifteen minutes, I felt like a fish on a hook, hooked by the cunt.



Suburban Sex Club Ch. 04



He pulled his arm up, forcing me to the balls of my feet and he turned to Akash. "How about the hooker? Where'd you find her? She looks Indian." All still very conversational, calm, no emotion.

Akash gaped, the said, "She's not a hooker...she's my wife."

"Wife, eh?" sounding a little Canadian, I thought absurdly, still hooked by the cunt on his index finger, the tip pushing against my G spot. "Wives going buck naked outdoors, giving blowjobs?" He sounded disbelieving.

"Wait," Akash said, "I'll go get her drivers license." He ran for the garage door so he could get my purse from the car.

Steven continued to finger me roughly, now his whole hand was clamped down on my cunt, index finger and thumb diddling my clit, pressing it, rubbing it. My head went back automatically as I teetered on the brink of orgasm. Just a little more, I was almost there. 

"Cunt," he said and pulled out, just short of orgasm. He looked at his fingers as though disgusted at the amount of fluid I had deposited there and wiped it on my tits. They compressed and moved under his fingers as he wiped his hand, back and front. I was disappointed that he had pulled out before I could come and I am sure my face showed it because he laughed and twisted my nipple. 

"And you say you're not a whore?" 

I hung my head, abashed; my behavior was definitely sluttish. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in the hall. Cheeks pink from the cold, I stood naked, breasts heaving, hair all wild, looking sexy as hell even to my own eyes. Definitely whorish.

Akash was back with my ID and Steven took it. "Stay here," he said, "I'll be right back." He left and went to his cruiser, presumably to run my license through his computer.

I turned to Akash and said angrily, "Why didn't you do something?" Even more irritating than his failure to do anything was his calmness. There was a smirk on his face that I wasn't quite liking. Was he getting off on this? The bastard, he would pay, I silently vowed.

"What can I do?" He shrugged. I noted that he was fully clothed whole I stood there in the buff. "He is a cop and he caught us red handed...so to speak." Then he chuckled. It was contagious and I started laughing too. 

"Do you think he's going to..."

"Arrest us? Charge us?"

"Something like that," I said, not sure at all.

He thought about it for a bit and said, "I don't think so...I mean what is the crime here? We're husband and wife and we are consenting adults..."

"But didn't he say something about public nudity being a crime and something like that?"

"Yeah, I think he did." 

"Plus he has pictures...he could blackmail us...me," I finished.

We both fell silent as we heard Steven's boots clumping back. I saw small pools of dirty water on my kitchen floor where we'd tracked in the snow and dirt and mentally thought I'd get Akash to clean all this up. It was all his fault after all. We could have just played out games in he basement or something. But even in that agitated state of mind, I realized what a thrill it was to have taken the action outdoors, that too on this cold night. 

"Howdy folks," he said genially as he re-entered the kitchen. "Seems like you two have green cards pending approval."

My heart sank even further. Cops had that kind of information from their cruisers? Wasn't that information federal and the cop was only state? But then, he seemed to have the information. Maybe they asked the local cops about resident, I rationalized. That must be it.

"Plus, I have the pictures."

"We were in our property," said Akash, "plus you can't see my face." He wasyer mode I thought, rationally laying out his argument.

"Indeed," said Steven, not missing a beat. "I can take her in just as she is, and claim I saw her turning tricks say...behind the bar in downtown or something. No one to say otherwise." He grinned. A wolfish, predatory grin. I knew we were fucked. 

He threw the photo ID on the kitchen table and advanced toward me, all business now. 

"Down on your knees pretty lady."

I knew what he wanted. I sank to my knees for the second time that evening, thankful that I had carpet and not snow and dirt. I unzipped him and his semi hard cock popped out, pale, almost white. Circumcised, pick head, the slit already leaking precum. His shaft smelled a little fishy as I moved my head forward to take him in my mouth. I had to extend my neck a little to accommodate his paunch. 

I took him in, big, getting bigger. Salty taste, a little musty, different from Akash—he'd been freshly showered—Steven was different. I worked on it, both hands, mouth, tongue, a little teeth. I was using way more enthusiasm than the situation warranted, but I rationalized it as my ticket to get out of this mess with just a figurative slap in the wrist. I pulled out and looked at his cock. It was now fully erect I thought. Bigger than Akash and wider. I took him in again, deep throating him, a skill I'd learned from watching porn with Akash. This was the first time I'd actually had to take one in so far and I gagged a little. Above me, Steven chuckled. I continued with my task, in and out, a little hand here, a little tongue there, drool on my chin, dangling to the floor. My pussy was getting wet again. An insatiable itch today it seemed. Was I still in submissive mode I wondered, then decided that yes, I probably was.

"Finger yourself," said Steven casually. "Go on, use your right hand...you're a righty, right?" He chuckled at his own pun, then said, "Right hander, correct?" 

I nodded around his cock, not stopping with the bobbing on his large prick. Gagging noises continued from my own throat, I could not believe it—I'd heard them on the porn movies of course, but always thought that was a little bit of overacting. Well, let me tell you, given the right cock size, it comes naturally. I continued stroking what cock I could not swallow with my left hand and moved my right to my pussy, jamming a couple of fingers in. God was I wet. I moved my fingers in and out, thumb rubbing the clit, desperate for the orgasm that Steven had denied me before. All the while continuing to fellate Steven. 

I snuck a glance at the mirror again. The scene was beyond erotic. Me, naked on my knees, thighs spread wide, the tendons on my inner thigh straining, fingering myself like crazy. In and out my fingers went, thumb roughly massaging my clit, my wrist rotating to stimulate as many erogenous zones as possible. A stranger's cock in my mouth moving in and out, in and out rhythmically, my right hand between my thighs following the same cadence. I saw Akash, wide-eyed, staring at the spectacle in front of him, no dismay in his face. In fact, I thought I saw lust there and was irrationally happy. 

And Steven, now in his cowboy hat again, cigarette in hand—he'd lit another cigarette even as he pumped into my mouth—blowing smoke over my head. Looking very much like a shorter, fatter Longmire from the TV show. And then I remembered where I'd seen him before.

The 'Aha!' moment, I realized he was the same guy who'd been fucking the woman in the neighbor's basement a little while ago. I should have made the connection earlier, when I'd seen him in his hat, but the sex and thrill of being caught had probably frozen my brain. I realized that the fishy smell and texture on his cock was probably the other woman he'd been fucking. The smell of cock, the musky, heady scent of the other woman were miking me deliriously dizzy even as I neared orgasm. 

"Mmmmfff," I said around his cock. It was growing now, even more than before. He tensed, grabbed the back of my head taking a fistful of hair and forcing me into his groin. He stiffened and shoved harder, hardly moving out at all now, forcing more and more of his dick into my throat. Then he came, hips almost going into a fibrillation like state, hot fluid hitting the back of my throat, filling it as I clamped down on breathing reflexively. My mouth filled with his seed and overflowed. He gave me no chance to swallow, his dick was that large and he kept my head pushed into his crotch like his life depended on it. We stayed motionless like that for several seconds. I'm sure Akash was watching the spectacle bug-eyed though I was too caught up with my own stuff to even look at him. 

And then my own orgasm hit. It may have been the asphyxia of his cock filling up my whole throat, my nose smothered in his pubic hair, the heady musk of the other woman, but whatever it was, I came like a rocket. It went on and on and on what what seemed an hour. I'd never come so hard before. In fact, I may have passed out for some time. When I regained my senses, I was on my ass, back against the dining space wall gasping for breath. I caught Akash looking at me with concern in his eyes, but Steven—when I turned to him—was nonchalantly lighting yet another cigarette. 

"Bitch came hard," he said and chuckled, an evil sound. There was no way I could explain the intensity of orgasm I'd just experienced. Eleven on a scale of ten, I thought and a ragged laugh escaped me.

Steven turned to leave. "I'll be in touch cunt," he said over his shoulder as he exited the kitchen. A few moments later, we heard his cruiser drive away.



Suburban Sex Club Ch. 05



Still on my knees, I looked at Akash, not sure what I would see there. Sadness? Anger? After all, I had gone down on my knees and been throat fucked by a total stranger, never mind the fact that he had a modicum of hold over us. I supposed even at that point that we could have toughed it out, used a lawyer or something and come out OK, but the thought had not occurred to either of us—definitely not to me—when Steven had pushed his large cock into my mouth. At that point, all I was thinking was if I could take all of him in my mouth and how it would feel. 

Akash had a strange, pensive look on his face. Sometimes he was that way, and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Even after six years of being together, I couldn't figure him out all the time. I turned away, picked up the still-wet paper towel and refolded it so I had a clean side and used it to wipe Steven's cum off my chin. There was nothing in my mouth—I'd swallowed his load, not a huge one, but not small either. I realized why too—he'd been fucking another woman just a few minutes ago and must have cum there as well. In her cunt or her ass or something. Maybe in her mouth, just like he had in mine. I swiped the wet—getting wetter— paper towel over my cunt as well, but that seemed to have no effect, it appeared to be as moist as before (my cunt that is). 

Wearily, I got to my feet ignoring Akash. Suddenly I felt tired. And hungry. I didn't care what Akash thought or whether he was angry or anything. If he had not wanted me to suck Steven's cock, I reasoned, he should have stopped it right there. We were having our private fun and games, and so what if we got caught at it? We were in our property, weren't we? There was a moment of doubt and then I realized that we had technically been on our neighbor's property when the cop had busted us. But what did that matter? Even that was private property and the cop really had no business busting us there either. But then I started thinking of the scene I'd witnessed in the neighbor's basement and how I'd realized that Steven was the same cop who'd been fucking the woman there. My mind shifted gears to the woman. Was that really Denise? Jack's wife? So engrossed was I in my thoughts that I didn't realize I'd already eaten two of the chocolate bonbons I'd bought from the bakery on my way back for dessert.

I saw Akash move to the refrigerator, draw a glass of water and drink it. He still hadn't said a word and a momentary worry crossed my mind. Then he cleared his throat.

"Come here," he said.

There was no tenderness in his voice which I had sort of expected. After all, I had undergone a traumatic experience, althought truth be told, I didn't feel all that traumatized. More like sexed up. Even though I'd come a couple times this evening, I had not been fucked. I was wondering if the lust I had seen in Akash's face when I was sucking off Steven could be leveraged into something more substantial. My pussy grew moist again at the thought. I had still not put on any clothes, the temperature was a comfortable seventy five and besides, it was only Akash. 

I turned and walked over to Akash, head a little low, not meeting his gaze. I was almost within touching distance, when he spoke. Just one word.

"Cunt."

Uh oh, I thought. We were still in fun and games mode, were we? Had I unknowingly encouraged him all this while by being silent?

"Are we still role playing?" I asked. Even to my ears, I sounded hopeful. Some part of me clearly did not want the fun and games to end, not just yet anyway. 

He pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips. He must have tasted the other man's cum for he made a face, but then his expression became softer, my lover's face, my Akash's face. His right hand tenderly caressed my face and cheek, pushed the hair off my face, making me feel wanted, desired.

"I love you darling."

I moaned. I loved him too and felt relieved that he was taking this whole thing in the spirit it was intended. Just simple fun. The potential of blackmail by the cop seemed too remote, my cunt was on fire, my nipples tingles and my whole body just throbbed erotically as Akash ran his hands over my tits and belly. 

"But this is not over...we're still playing. And it ends when I say it ends." Normally, we had a safe word where I was supposed to say, "Varsha Damodaran (my full name)," but I'd never actually used it. Our games usually lasted a couple of hours and then we would be done and I had never actually needed or even felt the need to use the safe word. 

"Even after that—" I arched my eyebrows at the door indicating Steven. 

"Shut up cunt." 

We were back to sub-dom role play. He caught me by one wrist and spun me around, just like you see cops do to people they're arresting. Maybe Steven had even inspired him. He marched me over to the couch and bent me over the large padded arm. This was the first time all evening I had been in such a comfortable position and I sank into it's softness with a low moan as the rough fabric scratched my already inflamed nipples. He had both my arms behind me now, gripping my slim wrists in his calloused left hand. My tits flattened further into the cushioned fabric, spilling out at the sides and although I couldn't see it, I'm sure it presented an erotic sight.

Spank!

Oh no, not again, I thought. Weren't we all done with spanking? Evidently not because he gave me a few more wallops with his open hand, not very painful but stinging nevertheless. And then he kicked my feet apart. I was bent at the hips, butt thrust out and this position probably gave him a great view of my cunt and ass. His right hand slipped between my legs, just touching my butt cheeks for now, not my pussy lips or anus, but the anticipation was so great that my cunt started dripping right away. His fingers slowly massaged just outside my pussy lips, then the inner thighs, avoiding the clitoris and then back to the inner thighs. Circling round and around. Fluid welled up in my cunt and I could feel it trickling down my thighs. His finger then circled around the anus. I stiffened. Akash had penetrated and fucked my ass a couple of times early in our relationship, but we had both agreed that it was not something we enjoyed and limited our explorations to oral and genital after that. What he was doing now was new, but according to the rules of our role play, I was not allowed to protest anything he said unless I wanted to stop completely. I was nowhere near that, so after a few seconds I willed myself to relax. His fingers scooped out the juices running freely from my cunt—he did it quickly, not much actual contact, it almost felt clinical—and applied it liberally to my ass and the more he rubbed, the more I started enjoying it.

Then he stopped abruptly, released my arms and pulled his fingers out of my cunt and moved away. The heating in the house kicked on and warm air from the wall register blew directly between my legs, tantalizing my cunt all over again. This seemed like the millionth time this evening my orgasm had been stymied in its tracks. I tried to raise my head to see what was going on—a difficult thing to do with my arms behind my back—and was met with a resounding smack, this one right on my cunt. At this point, any contact there would have triggered my orgasm and, sure enough, I came quickly, my vagina spasming, clitoris twitching. Not near as hard as I'd come before—my hand practically up my cunt while simultaneously sucking off Steven the cop—but it was OK in the overall scheme of things. Maybe a six out of ten. But I wanted more, more, much more. My whole body was throbbing, a giant cunt wanting nothing but to be filled, fucked.

"Don't move cunt." 

I stayed put as he walked out of my line of sight. I raised my head slightly to see where he was and this time there was no chastising smack. I saw him go to the front door and open a large cardboard box. He'd told me it was office files when I asked him earlier and I had lost interest. I wondered what he was doing, and at the same time thought what if I sneaked my right hand between my legs and cool some of the raging fire in my nether region. But before I could do anything, he was back, left hand securing my wrists, right teasing my asshole.

"Thought you could finger yourself there, didn't you, cunt?"

"Ummhhh," I said into the upholstery, wondering how he'd figured it out. Did he know me that well? I remembered that he hadn't fucked me all evening, not in the cunt. It was his favorite thing to do, even more than getting a blowjob. And watching Steven ram my throat must've turned him on, so I guessed I was in for a hard fucking very soon. Boy, was I mistaken.

The first indication was something cold on my asshole. I tried hard to relax, dread creeping down my spine when I realized it was some kind of lube. Obviously if Akash had decided that cunt-juice was not good enough and more serious lubing was required, it did not bode well for my ass. But again I asked myself if I was ready to call it quits and my sexed up brain said no way. So I stood there bent over and took his lubing as a finger slipped into my asshole. My sphincter clenched automatically but he continued with his firm circling of my anus, a finger dipping into the deeper recesses occasionally. Slowly he increased his pressure and soon he had two, then three fingers in my ass. All though I was moaning like one possessed. I could not believe I could take it but I apparently had. 

Then he withdrew his fingers and something else was pressed to my asshole. Firm, rubbery, not very flexible. A dildo? Had Akash sent for a mail order dildo? 

"What is it?" I could not help myself, the curiosity was killing me.

"It's a butt plug, cunt and if you speak again without being spoken to...you'll be punished," Akash said in total master mode.

"Yes, Sir," I said wondering if saying that was a violation too. He did not seem to notice and continued working the butt plug into my ass. It seemed to be some kind of conical device because it seemed to widen fairy rapidly, giving me a strange stretched out feeling down there. I tried to relax and concentrated on the feelings, subtly moving my upper body, trying to rub my aching nipples on the rough fabric of the couch. Anything to get off. 

Finally he had the butt plug in and I hoped my cunt was going to get some attention now. The sensation in my ass was mainly one of fullness, but there was also a pleasurable tingle, a frisson of anticipation. The plug seemed to be very heavy, more heavy than it had any right to be, I thought—like it might have a metal core coated with rubber. It seemed to move with any movement of my ass, like a large tumble bean that moved with the movement of its weighted steel ball bearing. At any rate, it felt huge, even though I'd not actually laid eyes on it.

Then I heard his zipper and I smiled to myself. I was going to get fucked after all, and a double penetration at that. But he bunched my hair up in his hand and stepping around partially, pulled my head toward his crotch. His cock was so hard it hit my nose and sprang up like a boomerang. Damn, but my nose hurt—but like a good sub, I opened wide and took him in. He let my hands go and stood still, cock in my mouth, swelling even more. I would really have liked a nice fuck, but hell, I sucked on his cock with enthusiasm.

He stood there without thrusting too much and let me do most of the work. This was totally different from the previous skull-fuck that he had given me, and while he rested his hands on my head and shoulder, he'd let go of my hair and let me pretty much go to town on his cock. He however admonished me, "No hands."

It was hard work, bent over as I was, neck twisted, trying to keep the angle of the throat straight I could slide him in all the way and pretty soon, I had a stitch in my side. He must have realized it because he pulled out abruptly, cock shining with my spit and pushed me down to my knees for the third time that evening. Some more sucking followed, my head bobbing forward and back, boobs shifting around with the motion. All the while, the butt plug shifted subtly in my ass, the feelings directly transmitting to my pussy, almost mocking it for being unfilled. Oh how I yearned for him to fuck the bejesus out of me right then! 

I was too busy concentrating on my mouth and my ass to notice that he had pulled out his phone and was busy texting. I realized it only when I heard an answering ping and he chuckled.

"Cunt, you hungry?"

This was a loaded question clearly. Did it mean he was going to fill my belly with a third load of sperm and laugh at me, or was he planning to really feed me? Like food? Besides, I guessed the question was rhetorical because he pressed my head to his groin, effectively silencing any possible reply.

"Pizza?"

I nodded even as I sucked. My jaw was starting to get tired. It was after all my third blowjob of the evening and other than the two bonbons, I hadn't eaten anything since lunch.

"OK," he said, looking at his watch, "It's only 8 pm. Let's go."

I pulled back from his cock in surprise. "Go? Go where?"

He seemed surprised both at my question and perhaps the fact that I had asked one. A frown crossed his face. "Cunt," he said, "I warned you. But since you're so inquisitive, we are going out for dinner."

"Right now?" I realized my tone was a little un-sub-like, and I lowered my voice and said again, "Right now Sir?"

He bent down and stroked my pussy with his whole hand, then pushed against the butt plug making sure the outer flange was seated flush against my butt. Still on my knees, I ground my pussy against his hand. Anything for release. 

"Curiosity killed the pussy," he said and made smooching noises with his mouth as he stroked my cunt. Then he tucked himself back into his pants and stood me up, turned me around and tied a large black cloth around my eyes. Then he brought me my jacket—the same one I had discarded in the kitchen—and helped me into it.



Suburban Sex Club Ch. 06



He guided me into the garage and closed the door behind me, then took me down the three steps and helped me into the car. The butt plug shifted inside me with each step and roll of the hip, every jolt on the way to the car and even as I sank into the leather seat it continued to move sending delicious signals to my overheated pussy. The movements kept me on edge, close to orgasm without tipping me over and I thought if I could just touch my clit—even a feather-light touch—I could reach my apogee. He seemed to read my thoughts and slapped my hands away as they inched toward my pussy of their own accord. He started the car and the seat warmer came on further intensifying the sensations in my nether region. I had never before sat butt-naked in the car and I was sure there was going to be a cunt shaped stain on the leather later.

"Trust me?" he asked stepping back into regular Akash mode.

I thought about it for a quick minute. I swear my cunt has a brain, just like they say men's dicks have. I could even visualize the head of my clitoris swiveling this way and that and saying something like, "All clear, proceed please." The neural pathways from my cunt-brain to my tongue fired and I said, "Y...yes. I trust you." 

"OK. Remember that you will never be in danger and as long as you don't use your safe word, you will continue to be submissive. You will be my toy, a plaything, nothing more." He was back to being my master.

His words were like a direct electrical shock to my cunt and I whimpered and moaned and wriggled my ass trying to get some more stimulation. The butt plug moved and settled as the garage door rolled up. 

Now I don't want to give the impression that I am completely into the slave-master relationship—I have read about such things on the internet—but I like to think I am an independent minded progressive woman, and don't fully subscribe to that kind of mindset. I work in the IT industry and have a mid level managerial position in a large multinational company so I am nobody's fool. I do—as I was discovering tonight—have a strong submissive streak and I simply felt the need to explore my limits, but on my own terms. It sounds funny—to explore submission on my own terms when it really is on somebody else's terms—but it is true.

As he drove out of the garage, his right hand slipped in between the open jacket and fondled my breasts. They felt hot and heavy and exquisitely sensitive as never before. The nipples in particular were crackling with electricity. It may have been the static building up but I think it was all me, my sexuality.

He drove out into the country road and turned left, then a right, and then a left again along a meandering road, then maybe another turn, I wasn't sure. The blindfold made my other senses keener it was true, but a lot of the keen sensations were centered on my tits and cunt and ass as he continued to caress my nearly naked body as he drove. When he finally stopped the car, I was completely disoriented. He told me we were going to step out of the car now and go into a building. I was surprised—I had expected a drive through at the Dominos or something, some little exhibition of my naked body to a pimply kid at the drive through window, but this was different and I almost baulked. But then my pussy brain kicked in and I thought, what the fuck, in for a penny and all that. Then I thought about the saying, 'in for a penny in for a pound, and changed the words to, 'into the pussy into the cunt' and giggled. All in the time Akash took to close his door, walk around and open mine. 

He reached in for my arm and then stopped. 

"Oops no jewelry! Can't have that...we are going out after all and I can't have my slut cunt without jewelry."

"Jewelry Sir?" I was confused. I had my small stud earrings on and my gold chain, so I wasn't sure what he was talking about.

He said nothing, just reached in and pinched my right nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. It was already hard from his earlier ministrations and now with exposure to the frigid air and his rough handling it became harder still. Then I heard a clank of metal and then a sharp piercing pain that lanced through my breath and straight to my cunt. A nipple clamp, I realized as a gasp escaped my lips. Then the other nipple underwent the same treatment and both clamps seemed to be connected by a chain of some sort—I was admonished not to touch—I could feel the weight of the metal pulling my already sensitive boobs down and out. Electric waves of pleasure pain shot through my tits. Never before had I been so totally aware of my breasts. 

I struggled out and put my hand on the seat between my legs to lever myself out and found a puddle of fluid. It was embarrassing how much juice my cunt had leaked. I stepped out and steadied myself on his arm, legs still shaking from the sensations the nipple clamps had produced. Then we walked up what felt like a gravel walkway, my shoes crunching on the ground. I had no idea if people were watching me or if we were essentially in the dark—it could have been a floodlit stadium packed with spectators for all I knew. The very thought brought a fresh spasm to my cunt and I gasped and almost stopped. Akash pulled me along roughly, jacket falling open and closed with each step, new sensations in my sensitive tits and ass impelling me on. 

We came to a stop after a short walk and I guessed we had reached a door or entrance of some sort. Akash pressed the doorbell—I could hear the chimes in the distance. Then footsteps and the door opened.

"Well, well," said a male voice. It sounded familiar but I couldn't place it. Perhaps if he said more? It didn't sound like Steven the cop. Someone else then.

"I brought the package," Akash said. The other must have made some sort of gesture because the next thing I knew my jacket was pulled open, my full frontal charms on total display. The cold air on my back and the warm air from the interior of the house (I was quite sure it was a house) made my skin break out in goose prickles. I shivered deliciously, a tremor going over my body. I felt brazen and stuck my ass out behind me, sticking my chest out front. I could imagine my tits sticking out proudly like they were on display at a grocery store or something. 

"Hmm," said the first voice.

"Yes, she wants it," said my husband. "She wants it bad...begging for it in fact, the fucking slut." The rough language, the tone—as though I was merely an object—made me shiver with delicious anticipation.

A hand brushed down my front, between my boobs and clasped the chain connecting the nipple clamps and I shivered once more. The chain was hefted—I could feel the shift in the direction of the weight and another hand explored between my legs. The hand stopped as though in surprise when it encountered the butt plug and for some reason I felt proud. 

"Hmm," said the man, "quite advanced I see."

"Yeah, you should have no trouble," said Akash.

The man pulled at the flange of the butt plug experimentally and the weight of it redistributed inside, pressing against by back pussy walls, shooting sensations throughout. I let out a gasp. The hand let the butt plug go and it rebounded back, pulled in by my clenching sphincter, the metal ball slowly moving from side to side. The he put his hand directly on my cunt and started playing with my clit. Two fingers in, twiddling the inner labia, thumb on the clit, diddling like mad. The hand on the tit clamps were literally yanking the chain at the same rhythm. By now I was moaning and gasping continuously. The image I had of myself was beyond erotic—I was standing on someone's doorstep, in nothing but a wide open jacket, tits being mauled, cunt being ravaged by someone's hand and the cold and warm air playing on my body simultaneously—it was almost like an out of body experience. It was unreal, a mind fuck and a physical fuck beyond description.

The inevitable happened. I had been on edge so long that it did not take me long to explode. My knees buckled, I literally saw stars, flashes of light went off, explosions in my head and I think I must have cried out loud. When I recovered, I found myself clutching someone's jacket with one hand and a powerful arm supporting me from behind. My breathing was ragged and they let me rest in the half warmth for a few seconds, just enough to catch my breath. Then the arms gently propelled me inside and the door was shut. They sat me down on a couch, still feeling weak-kneed, still blindfolded, and I sank into it gratefully.

A drink was pressed into my hand and I gulped half of it down before realizing it was mostly alcohol. I paused for a second and then decided, what the fuck and gulped the rest down. The glass was replaced almost immediately as though whoever it was had anticipated just this. I took the second drink and sat straighter, feeling a little stronger now. I figured we must be in one of Akash's friend's house—couldn't be an apartment, so I guessed one other guy. Well, I thought, two guys, one gal—me—so the possibilities could be really interesting. 

While I sipped the drink slowly I felt hot breath on my ear and a voice said, "Hey there beautiful. We've been waiting a long time for you." 

A breathy, sexy voice, full of mischief and promises of things to come. A female voice.



Suburban Sex Club Ch. 07



With my mouth now empty, I was able to breathe better and my chest quieted down even though my tits continued to be vertically stretched. I wondered at that—the person that kept them pulled up must have taken some effort to do so for such a long time (I later found out it was fixed to a ceiling mounted pulley that someone was jerking occasionally to stimulate me even more). For a few seconds, maybe minutes, I relaxed. There were no hands on my body. 

For the first time, I realized that there was music in the room—a pulse pounding, bass-heavy techno beat coming through hidden speakers. The strap that held the ring gag around my head was loosened and taken off and I was able to swallow the saliva and cum mixture in my mouth. I licked my lips, slurped. Salty, with a slight garlicky tinge, not unpleasant. A flavor like the smell of the earth after rain on a hot day. My throat felt a little scratchy and sore, like when you're coming down with a cold. All that cock-sucking, both voluntary and involuntary I mused.

Someone was talking on the phone in low tones somewhere to my left. I thought I heard the word 'pepperoni' mentioned. Something struck my cheek and I turned to it like an infant seeking a nipple. It was a straw. I sucked greedily. Some kind of alcohol, probably a vodka/lime mix, maybe a margarita—my favorite. I reflected that these people, whoever they were that Akash had hooked up with certainly knew how to lay out a spread. 

The drink and the murmured word reminded me, where was the food, the pizza that Akash had promised? My stomach rumbled and despite the liquid nourishments I had received—both drinks I'd drunk had been sweet, so a fair amount of sugar. Good for some quick energy, like carb loading before a game. Since my mouth was now unencumbered, I thought I might as well ask about the food.

"Sir?" I was going to say Akash, but remembered just in time that I was still in sub mode. There was no answer.

I felt the room slowly empty. It was more a sense of empty space expanding and increasing coolness on my skin than anything tangible—like doors slamming or receding footsteps. I was still feeling very comfortable, a little tired form all the orgasms. I am sure I had a huge grin plastered on my face as I remembered the mind-blowing orgasms I had experienced that evening.

Someone released my hands, then my tits were released from their slightly uncomfortable stretching. The nipple clamps remained though. A moist, soft warm cloth started wiping me down. I moved my arms to my sides, and my hand brushed an arm—soft and feminine. It was a woman wiping me down I realized. She was tender about it and the water or lotion or whatever she had in the cloth was making my skin tingle and feel clean and renewed. She spent an inordinate amount of time between my legs, softly wiping, stroking, separating my butt cheeks until I was almost ready to go again. This woman definitely knew how to stoke my engine, I thought, lube my pipes and whatnot! My legs were then released and for the first time in what I thought was well over an hour, I was able to close my legs. I rubbed my legs together, trying to stimulate my pussy, the feeling was so pleasurable—I loved the feeling of the sexy afterglow of recent orgasm mixed with the tingle and anticipation of many more to come. It was as though I had developed an itch in my pussy—in fact my entire body was aching to be used, and used hard. Had I become a total slut in the space of just a few hours?

"Cunt!"

Akash was behind me. My blindfold was removed and I slowly squinted my eyes open. I lay there blinking, my legs still widely open, all my relevant parts still easily and fully accessible. The lighting was subdued and I found that it did not hurt my eyes much—I was able to acclimate in just a few seconds. It looked like I was in large space, maybe eight foot drop ceiling with acoustic tile, dark, fabric covered walls. The table I was on was upholstered in a sumptuous leather or some sort of soft vinyl with movable and adjustable sections—like something you might see at a gynecologist's office. The restraints were padded, with velcro at the ends for easy removal. The place looked like some kind of dungeon. There were hooks and pulleys on the walls and ceiling (the chain between my tits had clearly been hooked to the one over my body), and there were some other contraptions around—pushed up against the wall—that I did not recognize. The table I was on was in the center of the space, like a operating table. There were several lights I could see, all angled in different directions but they were all turned off. I supposed these were to focus on different body parts as their fancy took them. I took all this in during the brief seconds after my vision adjusted to the darkness. 

I also saw the woman that was ministering to me. There were actually two women, both garbed strangely—tight shiny shirts and pants made of some vinyl type material I thought, but the important parts—over the breasts and groin—had been cut out. Maybe they had ben designed that way because it did not look like an amateur effort. One of them had large pale tits with dark nipples and areola with metal rings in the nipples. The other woman's breasts were smaller, but still larger than a C cup, probably smaller than mine and probably enhanced I thought. The second woman's skin tone was slightly darker—Indian? African American? They both wore small masks that covered their eyes and part of their noses. Red lipstick, now heavily smudged. There was no one else I could see in my field of vision. Before I could think or say any more, Akash spoke.

"Cunt, you said you were hungry...well, you need to earn your keep if you want to eat." That confused me. What did he expect me to do? I thought I heard one of the women snigger.

"This is what will happen," he continued. "The pizza guy will be coming in a few minutes. You will go upstairs and take the pizza from him and pay him. Here is some money—it is exactly the amount owed him for the pizzas. You will be responsible for the tip."

Was I supposed to suck the pizza guy or let him fuck me? Really? The thought excited me more than it should probably have, but then this evening had been totally something out of a fantasy story. 

"Sir..." I said, unsure, and started to rise. 

"Wait," he said and moved into my field of vision. He was wearing a mask similar to the women although each mask was slightly different. His covered the nose with a beak-like protuberance. I knew it was him from his voice of course. He was dressed in a pair of crotchless black leather pants, his dick standing at half mast, balls hanging low. I felt a sudden urge to go down on my knees and slurp him in, make him hard and have him fuck me. He motioned to the two women and they picked up something each from one of the shelves that lined the far end of the room and returned.

"You need to be properly attired," he said. He parted my legs and I gave him no resistance. One of the women applied some cool lube to my ass and inserted the butt plug again. Wait, I thought. It seemed smaller and different shaped. It was hard to figure this out without actually handling it and trying to figure out the size and shape of an object based on how it felt in the ass is probably inaccurate. Then the other woman inserted what felt like a small dildo in my cunt. Part of it projected out and was secured by a thin strap around my waist, velcro again. I felt full, but not remarkably so—the butt plug was smaller than the one before and the dildo smaller than even Akash's cock, so I was in no discomfort. The sensations of being doubly penetrated were delicious, however. If you've never tried it, you should. Especially when you walk about. 

They helped me up and I sat. The table was just a little higher than my feet would reach and I hopped off. My legs felt a little wobbly but I soon mastered it. The floor felt soft, rubbery beneath my feet. I realized then that the walls and floor, indeed the whole room was soundproofed.

"Sir," I said, bolstering up some courage. "This pizza guy...am I supposed to, um..."

"Yes," he said harshly. "All your holes are to be made available to him. They are equal opportunity holes as I see them." He pointed to a pair of high heels with about a three inch stiletto and I recognized them as mine. I just didn't wear them that often—I was tall for an Indian girl, 5'6" and I almost towered over Akash if I wore heels even though he wasn't short or anything, 5'10". Then he brought something out from behind him that made me really happy and slutty at the same time. A mask, similar to what he and the women had on. This would guarantee, well, at least ensure anonymity to some degree and sort of freed me from conventions of society. Free to indulge the slut in me I thought. When the pizza guy showed up, I would have no compunctions about giving him a blow job or letting him fuck me or anything. 

I stepped into my heels and the initial uneven-ness of my balance made the two plugs in my cunt and ass move deliciously, rubbing together deep inside me, separated by a mere thin wall of tissue, filling me up and keeping me on edge. I felt like such a slut as I put the mask on and fastened the mask behind my head. I put my hand down to adjust the dildo in place and found the shape of the device actually held it in—it wouldn't accidentally fall out. I also realized that it had a small rubbery flange that went over my clitoris. Hmm, I thought, I wonder what that's for. As it turned out, I did not have to wait too long.

Akash walked me up the stairs, holding me by the arm, my gold chain clinking against the silver chain connecting my nipples, sometimes snagging and slightly pulling my nipples. The plugs in my nether holes shifted with every stair and my arousal increased. I could smell myself as I slowly climber the carpeted staircase in my heels. 

We entered a small hall at the top of the stairs and some of it seemed familiar but I put it down to the general uniformity of construction—cookie-cutter suburban housing. I was escorted into a larger area that might qualify as a formal living room or drawing room as we called them in India. The room was mostly bare, not even a sofa-set (couches). Just one padded chair facing the front door. Akash sat me down on it and told me to wait for the pizza man. I sat clutching the money he had given me and waited. My weight made the butt plug penetrate me deeper and press up against the cunt-plug more and I was leaking like crazy. Just thinking about the situation was making me horny as hell. I looked around—the room was mostly dark except for a floor standing lamp in the corner. The walls had a few insipid looking pieces of framed art—Pier 1 imports? Marshalls? There was a rug on the wood floor, a generic floral that could have come from a hundred stores. The sidelights by the front door were covered with a gauzy curtain and I could not see much outside. Oh, there was one, rather two other things—two tripod mounted video cameras with cords trailing from them, red lights blinking, HD models from their looks. Both were aimed at the middle of the room. By triangulation, I figured they were aimed to catch any action between the front door and where I sat—the rug was probably the sweet spot.

I sat there thinking about the evening, about the experiences I had already had and what was to come. Hopefully I would get fucked at some point—so far the only penetration I'd had in my pussy was by the dildo that resided there. No cock in there yet. God, I wished the pizza guy would get here soon, maybe I could get him to fuck me. In the cunt...if not in the ass. Wait, I thought. Was it ok to take the plugs out? Akash had not said anything specifically about that, but he had said that all the holes were equal opportunity. Or was it affirmative action? Something like that. I figured if the pizza guy wanted to fuck me, I would just let him.

About five minutes later car headlights lit up the room so bright that I had to close my eyes and then the bell rang. I stood nervously, the hand clutching the money felt damp with perspiration. I realized I had been standing there in trepidation when the bell rang a second time. I walked across the rug, then the wood floor to the door, heels clacking on the wood. I stood behind the door and pulled it open and peeked out, not just because I was naked, but also because I didn't want to get exposed to a sudden gust of chill wind. 

There was a guy standing there with several pizza boxes stacked in his arms that I couldn't see his face. 

"Thanks," he said and pushed the door open with his foot. Since I wasn't expecting that, the door sort of slipped out of my hand and opened wide. A sudden gust of cold hit me and I gasped. 

"Come in quick," I said and practically pulled him in.

He entered, stomping the snow from his shoes and wiping them on the entry mat as I closed the door. 

"Where should I put them down ma'am?" He still hadn't seen me, the stack of pizza boxes was too high. I cast about, looking for a surface to set the boxes down. Somewhere in my mind, I thought, so many pizzas? How many people were here? I counted at least six boxes of pizza, so...

"Set them down by the lamp there," I said, "we don't have our furniture in just yet..." I felt the need to improvise an explanation for the lack of any furniture and I couldn't see the kitchen from here. Besides, I wasn't sure I was supposed to move from the area. The guy moved toward the only light source in the room, bent and set the boxes on the floor. 

"That'll be forty—" he said straightening up. His mouth fell open as he took in my appearance. He squinted a little and moved closet to as if to make sure I wasn't wearing a body suit or something. 

I thrust my hand with the money at him. "Here's money for the pi...pizza." I was stammering. I moved closer to the light, letting him see me better. "There's no tip in the..the...there. I'm the tip." 

He stood looking at me, mouth still hanging open. He was a well built man in a generic pizza boy cap and some sort of uniform, but his features were wreathed in shadow. 

His breath seemed to come in rough rasps like a file working on wood. He cleared his throat several times, turned his cap around backwards, then forwards, never taking his eyes off me. I could not see his eyes, but I am sure he was vision-fucking me like crazy.

"Holy fuckin' Jesus," he finally said. Definitely an American accent.

Finally I had something from him that made me feel I was getting through to him. I suddenly felt empowered, a sexual goddess. I struck a pose for him, one hand on my hip, ass out, lips puckered in a smooch. He gasped.

"I can touch?" he said pointing a finger at the silver chain between my tits.

"This is all for you to play with baby," I said hamming it up a little. "This," I indicated my whole body with both hands, "is your tip."

He touched the chain tentatively and then pulled back. 

"I won't bite," I said in what I hoped was a seductive, sexy voice. "But I might lick."

He touched the chain, then pulled it. My nipples stood out, stretched by the movement and I threw mack my head and moaned, deep and loud. He pulled again and I moaned louder.

Then something happened down there—in the nether lands. At first it felt like the vibration of a cell phone, you know—like when a text comes in, a quick buzz, maybe a high-low buzz. But it was centered on my clit. The piece of plastic over there finally had a purpose. So the second moan was louder and not just because my nipples were being pulled.

Then the clit vibe started buzzing continuously, rising up and down like a wave motion and I started wriggling my hips in pleasure. I am sure the pizza guy thought he was having that effect on me and he redoubled his efforts on my tits. He dropped the chain and started mauling my breasts with both hands, handling the nipples—compressed as they were—with his thumb and forefinger, pulling them out, releasing them and chucking with pleasure at the way they settled back on my boobs. 

"You want me to suck you?" I gasped. "Or," I said hopefully, "You can fuck me—cunt or ass, your choice." 

Then he moved out of the light a little so that when he looked down, he could see my lower body. As he did, the dildo in my cunt started up and simultaneously by butt plug started buzzing. It was as though his look had started them up, as though he had electric power in his eyes. I was sure Akash or someone else had a remote control they were using to torment me. Ah, but such sweet torment. He put his hand down to feel the plugs and chuckled again. His fingers pushed the plastic harder against my clit, the vibration more intense. I squirmed in pleasure, the vibrations were all different—different in frequency, different in the way they went up and down in strength and they also came together and then went apart in different rhythms, and my body simply could not adjust to them. Oh fuck, I thought, this is going to drive me mad. 

I decided for the pizza guy. Still wriggling my ass like an eel, I dropped to the floor and fumbled at his zipper. He helped me tug it down, and I fished his cock out. It was stiff as a poker (get it? Poke-her) and I slurped at it eagerly. There was something familiar about the cock, maybe the feel, the smell or the texture, but I could not put my finger on it. Or perhaps it was the big belly that stuck out a little. Using lots of tongue, I laved the head of his cock, then went up and down the shaft as though painting it. Several coats of paint, then I took his balls in my mouth, one at a time, then both. He groaned, deep, guttural. 

My left hand dropped between my legs and pressed the plastic dildo deeper, harder into my clit and cunt, writihng in exquisite titillation. The buzzing was strong enough for me to be terribly aroused and I thought I could get off one more time if I pressed hard enough. Then the buzzing stopped—first the clit, then the cunt vibe and finally the ass. I moaned around his cock in frustration as the vibrators stopped, my fingers scrabbling around the plastic to get to my liquid core, and then the idea hit me. Maybe I wasn't supposed to touch myself. To test my theory, I moved my hands away from mine to his groin, caressing, rubbing fondling his balls while he used my mouth as a cunt. Sure enough, the clit vibe started up, then the other two. I moaned deep and loud into his groin as he went in and out. I was in fucking heaven, all my holes satisfied.

I took in a breath and swallowed the pizza guy all the way into my throat and he responded by grabbing my pony tail and forcing my head into his groin even more. My mask was in place and I felt as wanton as any slut had ever felt. I moved my tongue out to put more pressure on the underside of his cock and he groaned deep and long, thrusting in all the while. Then the vibrators began to change their rhythm—first one of them would stop, then the other while the first one started up. One of them would be buzzing all the time while the other two would fall silent, then the pattern would change again. Malfunction? I thought in a sexual haze as I slurped away. No, this was all designed to keep me on edge, I was sure of it.

My jaw was starting to ache, and as much as I liked oral sex, I was getting tired. Then I felt his cock swelling even more and he came, spurt after diminishing spurt into my mouth and throat. I swallowed dutifully, like any good slut and then cleaned him off with my tongue. 

"Aaah," he said as he tucked himself away. "Wish I had the time to fuck you properly." He fondled my breasts for a minute or two while I continued to moan and writhe under the quadruple assaults on my tits, clit, pussy and ass. Then he stopped and walked out, closing the door behind him. The vibrators fell silent too.





Suburban Sex Club Ch. 07



Akash walked into the room as I continued to squat on the carpet, sitting like a porn star between the two cameras on the rug, legs splayed apart. I am sure there was an expression of wanton lust on my face, I was so fucking horny.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes Sir," I said.

"Good, now we eat."

He led me back to the basement and he and I sat on the thickly carpeted floor and ate a couple of slices of pizza each. It was as though he was my caretaker. He brought me some soda to wash the pizza down and sat in companionable silence. The entire meal proceeded without any conversation. The women too were missing. Were they eating upstairs, I wondered? 

We sat crosslegged on the floor—me naked with two vibrators inside me, thankfully silent for now, and he with his crotchless pants, skin of his chest glowing as though it were oiled in the low lighting—for a while after we ate. My legs were splayed and I was sure my two plugs were visible to him. The chain between my tits swung lazily with each movement. I felt comfortable and happy. We'd taken our masks off—there was no need for them at the moment. 

After about fifteen minutes, he smiled, shifted and I saw his cock twitch. "Ready for round two, cunt?"

There was to be more. For some reason, I had decided that we were winding down, the meal the last event of the day, but apparently that was not the case. I nodded, and he rose and put the blindfold back on my face. I felt more people enter the room and I was lifted up to my feet, legs splayed wide for easy access. I thought, or rather more accurately, the thought flashed through my cunt brain—maybe I will be fucked finally.



Suburban Sex Club Ch. 08



As I stood there, arms by my side, legs splayed, the vibrators started up again, someone manipulating their cadence with more precision, more expertise than before. Like a conductor orchestrating a complex piece of music, on the level of Beethoven. I started lubricating copiously again, squirming, gyrating, twisting as mouths were placed on my nipples, sucking, mouthing, sucking, always sucking. Someone pressed their length to my back, strong arms went around me, and a hand moved to caress my neck and chest just above the questing mouths. Not Akash, I thought, this was someone else. The black guy from before? The one in my mouth? The one that had irrationally reminded me of Brandon. And the other hand dropped to my cunt, fondling over the dildo. His erect dick pressed into my ass-crack, trying to push the butt-plug deeper, insinuating itself between my fibrillating thighs—yes, my muscles were tired—and ratcheting up my titillation to fever pitch. The music that had been playing in the background was turned up, the bass rhythm tickling my feet, echoing in my chest and belly.

Then two large erect cocks were nudged into my hands and my hands covered. The motion the hands mimed was natural, even on the left, my non-dominant side. The hands covering mine were removed, off to better things I assumed because practically every square inch of my body was covered with hands kneading, caressing, touching, rubbing, fingers in my mouth, mouths on my cruelly compressed nipples that had probably grown to two inches in length. They were mostly numb now but every so often a mouth would suck hard enough and pleasure/pain would course down my body directly to my throbbing clit. 

The man behind me left momentarily. Then a hand slipped down to my ass. As if by magic, the vibrations in my ass ceased and a finger insinuated itself into the rim of my pucker, by the side of the taper of the butt plug, just below the flange. The finger teased my ass maddeningly, rimming the circumference, not taking the plug out, now pulling it out a bit, now pushing it in again, masturbating my ass. Finally, as I teetered on the edge of a major orgasm from all the action down there, the butt plug was pulled out entirely. A couple of fingers explored my asshole and I tensed. I knew what was coming. Like I've said before, ass fucking was not my favorite thing, but todays ass games had loosened me up, titillated and teased me like never before but still, I was a little apprehensive. 

I need not have been because the cock that slid into my ass did so like butter, like silk, like a well oiled apparatus. My asshole opened to his dick as though it were a well machined piece of engineering. The stretching was subtle—the plugs had taken care of most of it—and sexy, sensual like it had never felt before. The living column of flesh fucked into me slowly and steadily, plumbing greater depths with every thrust. The feeling was as though a warm goodness had spilled inside me and was spreading out into my cunt, my lower body. I was a pulsating, writhing, sexual being with no purpose in life other than to build and reach orgasm...come down slowly and then build up to it again. And again. I had heard of orgasms from anal sex, but this was the first time I was starting to understand it, understand the difference between one in the cunt and one in the ass. Vaguely I thought if they would never fuck me in the cunt but the notion vanished as the fire spread through my loins.

"You like it, don't you slut," Akash said in my ear as he slowly fucked my ass from behind. Even his technique seemed different today—normally he would piston in and out without finesse, but today he was making love to my ass. 

Hands on my shoulders slowly coaxed me to bend forward at the waist. I kept my hips thrust out so the ass fucking could continue uninterrupted. I was in heaven as a cock was inserted into my mouth—a different one this time, I through. How many men were there?

I made passionate love to the cock in my mouth, mimicking the one in my ass. Simultaneously I jerked off the cocks in my hands, four cocks in all. I was in cock paradise. This was a gang-bang— I knew the term from watching porn—but not really rough or degrading. I moved my body in the same rhythm the cock in my ass moved, in and out slowly, steadily, languidly. My mouth drooled around the cock in my mouth and someone squirted some lube on my hands to enhance the sensations for the owners of those cocks I guessed. I can only imagine the sight—me standing legs splayed, bent over, servicing four cocks, blindfolded, reveling and wallowing in the sensations. And yet, my cunt was empty of cock.

There were women too, I knew—there were soft hands on my body, tender mouths on my tits, and so far I hadn't licked a pussy. That changed almost as soon as the through entered my head. The cock in my mouth pulled out and was replaced by a cunt. The smell was different, yet familiar, the texture, feel, so like my own, yet not quite. I hadn't ever done this before, yet the moves came naturally. I licked at her labia, sucked on the opening of her vagina, then moved to her clit—reading her pussy like braille with my mouth and tongue. I sucked, nipped gently, licked, tongued the inside walls of her cunt and she moaned loudly, hissing intake of breath, breathing heavy and labored just like my own, pushing her pelveis into my face. Someone stuck the straw in my mouth and I took a sip of the margarita, swallowed half of it, spit the rest into her cunt and she gasped. Then like a greedy child suckling at her mother's breast, I sucked it all up, licking up any last drops from around her cunt. No pubic hair in my teeth—she was shaved bald.

All the while, the cock in my ass was moving in and out, gliding along like a light boat on the surface of a pond, only the occasional ripples showing up as the muscles of my thighs shook with the effort and strain. My hands kept up their to and fro motions, although from time to time—especially when the sensations were too intense—I might had gotten a little sloppy with the timing. Then the pleasure built and I came—slow and languid—like a small waterfall, a cataract in an otherwise smooth river. I gasped as I came, my legs shaking like jelly. The feelings intensified and Akash sped up his movements. Was he going to come now? Probably not, judging by his size and the fact that he had probably already come at least twice this evening. The mouths on my tits sucked harder sensing my climax. The vibrator on my clit went into overdrive, matched vibration for vibration by the one in my cunt. Then I came again, building on the last crest, a new peak, and I screamed into the woman's cunt. And I came again and again and again...

The feelings were so earth shattering that I thought the ground moving away from my feet was part of the experience. But it was only Akash lifting me up by the waist, cock still firmly embedded in my ass, my legs up in the air, trembling, shaking, shuddering like a malaria patient, cunt spread wide open complete with the dildo embedded and clit flange sticking out. Covering the hood of my clit like a protective umbrella, the soft yet firm rubber textured device rumbled away, rubbing at my clit and cunt, sending them into hyperspace. I think I screamed over and over, I must have howled like I was being killed. Later I would thank the soundproofing in the walls otherwise the whole neighborhood might have been awakened by the noise. The drums on the music system beat on, relentless, keeping time with the vibrations in my body. 

The cocks in my hands must have slipped out at some point as I was lifted up, and the cunt in my face must have moved away but all the while I was coming like crazy even as Akash seemed to sink, fall backward, still carrying me with him, cock deep in my ass—not moving now at all, but probably experiencing the ferocity of my orgasm and of course the crazy vibrations of the dildo in my cunt. After a moment as Akash's body came to a rest, I realized he was lying on his back with me on top of him. My legs fell lifelessly apart, a rag doll waiting to be used and abused at will. I was breathing like a freight train, still finding it hard to catch my breath. Behind the pulsating beat over the hidden speakers, I heard a continuous whimper-moan that I realized was coming from me. All sensations were magnified, intensified by the lack of sight, the cock in my ass still sliding slow and purposeful, deep inside and questing relentlessly. Every few strokes he would change the angle of penetration, moving differently against the dildo in my cunt each movement sending currents of energy, bolts of current through my body. My mind, my whole being was consumed by the sensations, the feelings, the textures. Behind me, one of the women must've been getting fucked because I could hear her soft moans in my ears. 

The vibrations in my cunt and clit ceased suddenly and there was a moment of peace, a sensation of floating pleasantness, just the cock in my ass going in and out, and I lay there humping back at the cock, still breathing loudly through both my mouth and nose. Then someone straddled my upper body and a cock was inserted into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, hungrily as though I'd been starving, slurping and licking and running my tongue along the shaft.

"Suck it slut," said a voice I did not recognize, it was so choked with lust, and the woman behind me gasped, "Yes, harder." I wasn't sure if she was talking to the man fucking her or me, but I increased my efforts anyway, using both hands to fondle the man's balls, the skin behind his balls and his asshole. He gasped every time I slipped a finger into his ass and I felt insanely empowered even as Akash drilled my ass from below me in slow but deep strokes. At this rate, he could last forever I thought.

With so much going on, I never realized that the dildo in my cunt had been withdrawn. Then something large and heavy and hard was inserted into my cunt and with a start I realized it was a cock—one that was definitely wider that Akash's. Way bigger than the dildo I'd become used to, this one stretched me like nothing before had. I realized suddenly that this was the first time since all this had begun that my cunt was being actually fucked by a cock. Finally, I thought, my cunt gets the attention it's been craving all night. 

But wait, there was one in my ass as well I thought weakly as more sensations hit me. The angle was upward —I realized I, we, were laying on an incline with my head lower than my butt—so that he started out hitting my G spot right off the bat. My hips bucked involuntarily on the two cocks and the stretching intensified as the double penetration proceeded apace. His thrusts became deeper, filling my vagina as fully as possible, tight against Akash's cock in my ass. The notion of getting a DP added to the lubriciousness of my cunt walls and deeper penetration. I moved my hips up and down, side to side wantonly, seeking only my own release. The multiple orgasms of the evening seemed to have only whetted my appetite for more. I wanted more, needed more, with the force of a junkie seeking heroin. The cock in my mouth felt almost like an afterthought as I sucked on it greedily. Air tight, I thought, I was airtight. All my holes were now plugged with hard cock, a pinnacle of sexual achievement. A Goddess being worshipped with cocks, a cock-deity, I bucked and rode like a ship tossed on a stormy sea. 

The fucking at both ends intensified and someone pulled on the chain attached to my nipples. Good, my tits had been neglected too long. If I was to die with all possible sensations coursing through my body, why leave the tits out of it? In and out the cocks moved, the cunt and ass filled and emptied together as the one in my mouth moved in counterpoint. Then Akash would pull out and the other man would push in all the way and then they would reverse roles, making me empty and full by turns in the front and back, separated only by the thin, stretched out tissue wall. It was as if my whole body was a cunt, tingling with anticipation and sensations, vibrating like a finely tuned instrument and for the first time I realized why I loved it when I answered to Akash's calling me 'cunt.' That's all I was—a cunt—as I lay on top of Akash, writhing and moaning, stuffed as full of cock as any woman had ever been.

The orgasms started deep in my pussy, climbing rapidly, spreading like a flash flood through my pelvis even as the cock in my mouth started hammering deeper, almost asphyxiating me. He pulled out very little if at all, and I tried to get as much air as I could sip in through the nanoseconds my airway was open, getting progressively lightheaded but unable to worry about it as the sensations in my pelvis intensified. I was vaguely aware or someone pulling on my nipple clamps, kneading my tits, and then the orgasm washed over me and I stiffened as though I was having a seizure and the cocks drilled into me unrelenting. This was the biggest one yet and I moaned and screamed through it endlessly as the cocks hammered me, pulverized me, savaged me like a rag doll. And then the cocks —all of them—swelled as though in synchronized motion and then they distended more as they reached their own climaxes and I literally shook with the combined motion of four bodies. 

And then, even as the cocks pumped their juice into my cavities, even as my muscles clenched and spasmed, the nipple clamps were taken off. Fire rushed through my tits as the blood raced back into my compressed nipples, instantly covered by soft, wet mouths and the surge of pure energy ran from my poor tortured tits to my spasming pussy, my clenching ass...and I must have passed out from the sheer pleasure. 

I don't know when I came to, but Akash was still beneath me, still breathing heavily. The man in my cunt had withdrawn, and my mouth fucker had gone too. The blindfold was removed by gentle hands and I blinked in the sudden brightness. In the ceiling, I saw myself splayed out on top of Akash, most of his body covered by mine but his smiling face was right next to mine. My legs were still splayed apart, slightly bent at the knees from the last position they'd been in as my cunt was being pounded. My boobs, finally without clamps looked bruised and reddened from the abuse, drooping on my chest, the nipples no longer erect. I could still see Akash's semi hard dick sticking out from my ass, still partially erect. Viagra, I thought, he must have taken something. I should have suspected something earlier in the evening when he had casually suggested cleaning my ass—an enema, he'd said—just before he went for his shower. Around me were masked, naked people—no more silly costumes—and all of them seemed to be breathing heavily. 

One by one they removed their masks. First was the woman with the big tits—the one who had cleaned me up—it was Denise. The same neighbor lady that went about in shapeless sweats and no make-up had been transformed into this sex-goddess. Next to her was the darker skinned woman with the smaller tits, and this I recognized as my colleague, Brandon's wife. We had met at an office party, 4th of July if I remembered it right. She gave me a big smile and blew me a kiss. Next to her was Jack, Denise's husband and he gave me his usual lopsided grin. I had never seen him without clothes and saw that he was well muscled without being hulky. The next man was Brandon—I had it right. It was him. He gave me a sheepish grin and I gasped as my eyes travelled down his body to his cock. Large and black like a sleeping snake, evidently there wasn't a lot of change in size when he was erect, more like a general hardening. Akash's dick would grow almost 2-3 times between floppy disk and hard drive. Strange, I mused, how male anatomy can be so variable. Brandon stepped forward and stroked my hair with newfound intimacy. It felt nice.

The last guy was Steven the cop, aka the pizza guy. I recognized him now as he took his cowboy hat and donned his pizza guy cap, grinning hugely.

"Are you really a cop," I croaked. I made no move to cover myself or even close my legs—what was the point? These people had just had sex with me. Raw, unbridled sex, limited only by the imagination. There would be more to come, I knew, but for now, I was content to just lay there as Brandon stroked my hair and Akash ran his hands down my belly, the way I loved. 

"Yes ma'am, always at your service ma'am," he said and chuckled. "Our motto is to serve and protect." He stroked my cunt softly with his palm and I smiled up at him dreamily, sleepily.

Denise, heavily made up, sans mask now bent to me and gave me a long, wet sensuous kiss. Her tongue drove into my mouth and examined the space between the gums and teeth, my inner cheek, dueled with my tongue. I moaned sexily as the kiss went on and on. When it was finally over, she pulled back.

"Welcome to the Suburban Sex Club," she said.