1 comments/ 24915 views/ 6 favorites House MD By: MattTheLumberjack As House exited the examination room, he contemplated the disheartening number of obtuse patients he had treated over the years. The number of descending IQs seemed to be rising. Parents who jumped to conclusions the second their little squirt seemed to be showing symptoms of some life-threatening, unlikely condition annoyed the hell out of him. He made a note to himself to thank Cuddy for rescuing him from one such patient's idiotic mother. House limped through the door of Cuddy's office to find her waiting for him with a perplexed look on her face. "You didn't tell anyone else what I'm doing?" "Not a soul," replied House. "Wilson? Cameron? Maybe you mentioned it to her..." House actually surprised himself by not informing Wilson of Cuddy's pursuit of motherhood. For some reason he chose not to address, he felt her secret was something he wanted to protect. "I'm a really good secret keeper. I never told anyone Wilson wets the bed....oh, you tricked me." He watched Cuddy hurry behind the desk and shut the blinds like a frenzied squirrel. The way that her black skirt complimented her full, sexy hips made his hand tighten around his cane. She didn't look as though she'd have any trouble giving birth. Cuddy turned to face him, her black curls bouncing. He glanced at her chest, enjoying the way the material clung to her, cutting just low enough to provoke his curiosity. "Part of the protocol for in-vitro fertilization is twice daily injections of menotropins," her voice brought him back to reality. "I can't do it myself." House was slightly taken aback by the meaning of her words. Surely he wouldn't be the first person she would ask to do this for her? The only reason he knew in the first place was because he had first confused the signs with cancer...He also secretly hoped that she wasn't on an actual date with Wilson. "Turn around." Cuddy turned away from him tentatively. House became transfixed on her ass as she bent over the desk and lifted her skirt. "No clever comments about bending over?" She turned her head, peering up at him. "Not unless you want me to," replied House with a surprisingly level tone. "I'm just not used to House the professional." The tension was so thick you could cut it with a scalpel. He sensed that his quiet, non-House demeanor was beginning to unnerve her. "I was thinking about what your mother looked like," he said while removing the sterilized wipe from its packaging. "Your father obviously chose her for breeding purposes." Her parents chose one another to have a child with, probably without invasive medical questions about illness and genetics. Probably while sharing a bottle of wine and a set of sheets. Here she was opting to let someone she knew nothing about, other than the information supplied by the sperm bank, father her child. "Shut up!" House gently pressed the wipe to her perfect, taut cheek. She was a beautiful, successful woman. Too much for most men to deal with. He found the way her ass felt beneath his fingers incredible. He would definitely have to thank her. "Natural selection sucks," he continued. "We pick our mates based on breast size, cars they drive. They did an autopsy on married couples, found a correlation in pancreas size. We're hardwired to pick for stupid reasons, you have the chance to pick for smart reasons." "I think the Germans had a similar theory about 60 yrs ago." "I'm not abdicating wiping out entire races, I'm just saying you don't want to mate with the first plastic cup that buys you a drink." But maybe with the first cripple to hobble through her door? House continued to over-sanitize the potential injection site. The contrast between her soft skin and tight muscle was too much for him to bear. The swab slipped from his hand, and he slowly brushed his fingers against her tiny, black thong. It was so small that it was pointless. Cuddy stiffened when he slipped his fingers into her panties. Her sharp intake of breath made his heart race. Cuddy moaned as his fingers dipped into the slick heat between her legs. He could feel the protest forming on the tip of her tongue, but she was helpless. He gently ran his fingers between her wet folds, encouraged by the way she pressed herself against his hand. She wanted more. House pushed his fingers inside of her and she moaned in delight. With his left hand, he reached around and began to stroke her clit, eliciting the most beautiful vocal response he had ever heard. "Oh, God..." Cuddy moaned. "No, this is House. It's easy to get us confused, though," he smirked. Her legs trembled against his and she shivered as he leaned forward, taking her earlobe between his teeth. "Quit screwing around, House!" She leaned even farther over the desk, letting her thong drop to her ankles. House had to hold himself back from diving right into her. He quickly unbuckled his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. He pressed his cock against Cuddy, teasing her wet folds. House wanted Dr. Lisa Cuddy to go crazy with desire. He couldn't possibly wait one more second. The pain was sharper than anything his leg had ever felt. There wasn't enough Vicodin or Morphine in the world to ease this ache. House thrust into her mercilessly, and she gave a low moan as he fucked her senseless. He penetrated her deeper than she thought possible, thrusting hard and fast. Suddenly, she was overtaken by the most intense orgasm of her life. House could feel his own building as she gripped him tightly, her muscles hot and sticky with cum. Doing everything in his power to enjoy this as long as possible, House tried to shut Cuddy out of his mind. He tried recalling the name of the guitarist from Queen, reciting the Hippocratic Oath, picturing Foreman as a white man. Before he could stop himself, his cum was spilling into her. He was devoid of and form of self control, thrown into a state of hypersensitivity. He slammed his eyes shut, blocking out the piercing light. House reveled in the words coming out of her mouth... "I'm pretty sure you got that." House opened his eyes, finding the light to be tolerable. With the blinds shut there was hardly and light in the room at all. He realized that he still held the sterilized cotton in his hand and was continuing to gently stroke her skin with it. "Microbes can be sneaky," he replied matter-of-factly. House quickly jabbed the syringe into the desired muscle and was secretly delighted to hear Dr. Cuddy yelp. Serves her right for interrupting his best fantasy yet. Cuddy straightened up and turned to face House. "Thanks." Something curious played across his face, but was gone just as quickly. "This day is gonna be fun," he quipped in his standard nonchalant way. House smirked, all the while knowing that it was Cuddy who deserved the thanks. House Mother's Toy I was reading a story about cross dressing and was commenting on it when the comment started being longer than the story... so...I decided to post it as a story. ***** I was a freshman at OSU fifty years ago. Freshmen were required to live in dorms back then and my building was four to a suite. My roomies and I started a game: how many panties or bras could we collect from the coeds we made out with. It started innocently enough one day when a young lady accidentally left her panties behind after a heavy petting session. Over the Thanksgiving break all my roomies left campus and I was all alone. Bored, I decided to try on the six panties and one bra we had collected between us. I was admiring myself when the dorm mother (a female grad student) surprised me (and her) as she was making her weekly room inspections. I was horrified and ashamed but she just closed the door slowly and looked me up and down. She finally said I looked cute but I needed some stockings and shoes. I was speechless. She took me by the hand and walked me down the back steps to her suite. Once inside she locked the door and went to her dresser. She took out a pair of nylons and handed them to me. I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights. She told me to put them on. I fumbled with them and she said she should show me how. She rolled up one of the stockings and knelt at my feet. Her hands felt so good as she put the stocking on me. My cock was straining against the flimsy panty fabric but she didn't let on that she noticed. She went back to the dresser and got a garter belt and put it on me. Then she went to her closet for a pair of sandals with a short heel. They were tight but I managed to get my foot in them. She made me walk back and forth a few times. My cock was rock hard but she still paid it no attention. She said I needed one more thing... lipstick. When she was satisfied she took my hand and led me into the hall. She said I was going to accompany her as she finished her inspection. We walked the rest of the dorm for about an hour, luckily it was empty except for us. My hard-on wouldn't quit! Back in her room she asked if I enjoyed myself as she finally cupped my balls and squeezed. I gasped, yes! She said that's good because now it was time to pay the piper. She took off her jeans and panties and layed back on her bed spreading her legs. I must have looked dumbfounded. She just let me look for a moment and then asked if I knew how to eat pussy! She told me to get on my knees between her legs and start by kissing her feet. It was my first time. I kissed her feet, her ankles, her calves, and her thighs until finally I was kissing all around her hairy pussy. My hands were on her butt; kneading her cheeks as she put her legs over my shoulders. She parted her bush and opened her lips and told me to lick. Her thighs tightened on my cheeks and using both hands she began pussy fucking my face. I came in my panties, cum was soaking them and the garter belt. She wasn't done, she kept fucking my mouth and nose and chin. Her musk made me hard again. Finally she was satisfied, she pushed me away and went to her refrigerator. She took out two beers (a no no for students) and gave me one. She looked at my crotch and observed that I had made a big mess but I was still hard. She told me to take off the garter belt and my panties. I hesitated and she laughed and told me not to be silly. She unbuttoned her blouse and took it off then the bra. She was totally naked. She said we had to wash our dainties so they wouldn't stain. She filled the sink with cold water and Woolite and told me to give her my bra and stockings too. I was totally naked and she was too. She sat down in the one easy chair and told me to kneel on the rug in front of her. She started to play with her nipples. She told me to spread my legs and show her my cock and balls. I was very hard and my cock bounced with every heartbeat. She spread her legs played with her pussy lips with one hand while the other played with first one nipple and then the other. I just stared not believing my eyes. Finally she asked if I liked watching her play with herself. I just silently nodded my approval. She asked if I would like to be her pussy boy. My eyes must have widened at her question because she said she would take that as a yes. She explained her rules. First, I was to model any new panties I might get. Second, whenever she needed me I would come with no questions asked. Third, I must promise to obey her in all things. I wasted no time in agreeing. She smiled and told me to start playing with myself. By this time there wasn't anything that could stop me. I didn't even feel embarrassed. I wanted to do it, just for her. It only took a few seconds and I was cuming for the second time in less than an hour. She smiled and gave me some tissues to clean up and then told me to go back to my room. I started to object but she put a finger on my lips and said "no questions, remember." I left her suite and walked up the back steps completely naked. For the rest of the year I was at her beck and call. Once or twice a week I would visit her rooms and show her a new set of panties or eat her pussy or sometimes just jack off for her. I think she like to have me eat her out after her boyfriends fucked her but I never asked and she never said. To this day I think of her when I dress up or when I jack-off... Who wouldn't! House Mouse He led me out to the upstairs hallway and told me to stay there while he went into the bathroom to shower. I've been up for a while but I'm still in my sleeping tee-shirt that goes down to my knees, but nothing else. Several of the boys are moving in and out of their bedrooms, and up and down the stairs. No one seems to question why I'm standing by myself in the hallway. Finally, the guy comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, I'm not sure of his name. He walks up to me, pushing me down onto my knees, with little resistance I might add, and undoes his towel right there in the hallway. I know what I am to do, so I open my mouth and allow him to have it. Over the last several months, I have learned to get the boys past my choke reflex. He puts his hands on the wall above my head and just leans in and fucks my mouth. He pushes my head back against the wall with his cock and inserts himself completely down my throat before pulling out only to shove it back in again. I think back to how this all started and why it feels so normal, so right. I'm in my freshman year at college, my first time away from home. I had full intention to do college right, get my degree and pursue my dream career. But I ended up at a frat party instead. It was one of my girlfriends that invited me. She said that I needed to get out and meet people. The party was at one of the campuses larger fraternity houses and it seemed that everybody was there. I was enjoying myself, talking to people and drinking. I'm not a big drinker so it wasn't long before I had drunk too much. The night wore on and most of the crowd had cleared out. I ended up sitting on a couch with a cute guy making out. It was pretty cool for me since I've never had a serious relationship. I've always been a small girl and just really starting filling out over the last year or so. My breasts are small but pert and perfect for my small frame. We were sitting with a number of other people and couples in the grouping of chairs and couches listening to music. The lights were low and nobody seemed to be paying each other much mind having their attention focused on more intimate things. My "cute guy" had my full attention having his hands up my blouse and me being a little too drunk to make any better choices. I was feeling pretty brave being away at college and going further with a guy than I had ever gone before. He pulled me from my sitting position next to him on the couch to up and on his lap. My knees were straddling him and we were face to face making out. His hands started to roam up my skirt and onto my thighs; I was finding it all very exciting. One of his hands found the front of my panties and started rubbing. My head began to spin and I my body seemed to catch fire. I'm not sure when he undid his pants but the next thing I feel is him pulling my panties to one side and pressing his penis up against me. Before I knew it he entered me was tearing through my hymen, stroking deep inside me. I gasped in pain . . . and pleasure all in one moment. The next thing I know, my "cute guy" is saying to everybody, "Holy shit dude, she's a virgin!" All of a sudden, in my most intimate moment, everybody is focused on me. As I'm sitting on my very first penis, guys are getting up and coming over saying, "No shit man?" My cute guy was holding me down fully impaled on his lap while his frat brothers are gathering around. Before I knew it, my top was lifted up over my head with my bra and hands came in from behind to touch my breasts. With my nipples being squeezed and twisted I suffered a surge of fear as these large hands began assaulting my little body. As more hands began to explore me, some were touching my neck and face and pulling my hair. Hands were reaching under my skirt as if it wasn't even there and grabbing my bottom, while others were reaching around to my front, rubbing my thighs and where my cute guy was entering me. I couldn't believe what was happening; I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I was absolutely powerless and feeling totally vulnerable. I don't know why but rather than pushing the hands off of me, I raised my arms up and laid them across the top on my head. The boy reaching in from behind grabbed both breasts, one in each hand and used them to lift me up off "cute guy's" penis and then pulling my breasts down to shove me back onto it, hard. Another set of hands were squeezing my bottom and fingering my asshole. I began to cum, massively. One of the frat bothers said, "She's loving this, I want some!" Cute guy told him to wait because he hadn't cum yet. That only brought on more furious fondling and exploration of my private parts. Finally "cute guy" came and I was swooped off of his lap as my skirt and panties were ripped off, and told get on the coffee table on all fours. I have no idea what made me comply but I did what I was told, as if I should. I climbed on the table and had a surge of a different stimulus, the realization and obedience to being used, dominated. Before I even got settled on the low table a cock was pushing into me from behind. Then my small face was grabbed between two large hands and pulled onto a penis that was pressed against my lips. I had never giving a blowjob before but I opened my mouth and took it. I didn't need to do much since he was doing all the work; my mouth was just there for him to pleasure himself. Being pumped from both ends at once was unbelievable. My girlfriend, who was still hanging out with her boyfriend was trying to tell them to stop, but they weren't having any of it. They kept saying that, "She loves it!" "She deserves it!" She's a slut a heart!" This only made me want it more, harder. My face guy pulled out of my mouth and came all over my mouth, nose, and eyes saying, "See, she's just a cum covered slut!" He was quickly replaced by another cock. By this time I was getting another load in my pussy. The next cock behind me moved right up to my ass and pressed in. Another new experience that took me by surprise, and up and over the edge. I had never felt such pain, such pleasure, being filled to overflowing. It was so extreme, so taboo. My arms gave out dropping my face onto the coffee table leaving only my bottom up in the air. Once he got fully inserted he started pumping my tiny ass fast and furious. I couldn't breath and juices were flooding down my thighs. Orgasms surged through by body. I was having a hard time making sense of anything and was surprised to hear a girl's voice say, "Turn her over!" The next thing I knew I was flipped onto my back on the coffee table and held there. I could see a girl step over my face and crouch down pressing her vagina onto my mouth. Needless to say I had never even considered this but I seemed to naturally know what to do. As my mouth and tongue went to work I felt a heightened need to be used, to be obedient. As the boys all hooted and jeered, I pressed my nose as far as I could up her ass. She moaned and ground down into me. I was gasping for breath trying to take her fully when another cock was shoved into my pussy and my hands were being used by several other boys to pleasure themselves. My girl finally came with a groan, drenching my face. I kept licking until she lifted off, leaving me with a messy face and an odd sense of satisfaction. My first night of sex ended with what the frat boys considered their grand finale. They sat me on what they thought was the biggest cock in the fraternity up my ass. With my back leaning up against my ass fucker, the next biggest took me from the front. Again, one more new sensation that took me over the top. I thought I was going to tear in two and couldn't believe that I could cum any more or have another drop of juice left in me. I was wrong. My eyes rolled back into my head and a tsunami of orgasms flooded me. As my mouth gaped open in a silent scream, a cock quickly filled it and began pumping my face ruthlessly. At that very moment, as my mind and body were enduring this assault of pleasure and pain, my life's focus changed. I went from a determined college student virgin with a plan to a cum hungry slut with a need to be used. I haven't left the frat house since. It's been a couple of months and it seems I get fucked at least eight or ten times a day. Because I'm so small, they call me their "House Mouse." I'll spend the night with one boy until another comes along and takes me to their room. Sometime that happens three or four times a night as guys get home at different times. I'll sometimes get used by several roommates at the same time and have even been made to suck off some girlfriends while getting fucked. My new desire to get used was most fulfilled for about a two week period when I had a collar placed around my neck and had my leash looped over the banister at the top of the stairs. I would just wait there until someone came along, grabbed the leash and took me to be used. When they were done with me they would lead me back out to the hallway and loop the leash back onto the banister. I would wait for the next boy to come along and have me. Sometimes boys would just use me right there, bend me over the stair rail and fuck me. During that time I was nothing more than a fuck toy. It was absolutely delicious. I learned there is a hierarchy in the fraternity. If one of the top dogs wants me, they can have me. I can be pulled right off a guy's dick if a certain guy says and the first boy won't complain a bit. I also find I spend a lot of time downstairs in the mornings. It seems that blowjobs are an important part of getting ready for the day for young men. Mid-days are slower and I get to rest, but there always seems to be a couple of guys with odd school schedules around needing their House Mouse. I've been tied up several times. Once, early in the day, I was tied bent over a chair in the dining room. I got abused in every hole I had throughout the day and had cum covering my face, hair, back and butt. They ended up leaving me there so long that I pee'd myself all over the floor. No one seemed to mind though, as the fucking went on past dinner. My favorite times are evenings or weekends when there are sports on TV. There may be fifteen or twenty guys sitting around their huge screen and my job is to be there for all of them. I usually start a game being laid naked across the laps of three or four guys on one of the couches. While I suck the dick of one guy, the others rub, touch, fondle and finger-fuck me. I can't tell you what this does to me. Maybe it takes me back to my first sexual experience but every time it gets me so very hot. Then I'll get passed around and fucked hard while they cheer or boo the teams. I find that I enjoy sitting on a boy's lap with a cock pumping me on defensive plays much more than offensive. Blown defensive plays brings on more grabbing, slapping and rougher sex out of frustration than offence. A tradition they started for me is when the other team is threatening to score, someone will turn me over their knees and start to rub my naked bottom for luck. If the other team scores, I get spanked five times per point. Field goals get me fifteen swats and a touchdown is a hard thirty-five spanks. Sometimes they all count off each spank and other times they make me count. I usually can't suffer a touchdown without cumming all over the legs of my punisher. During Sunday's football games I can get fucked a dozen times, up my ass another dozen times, double fucked a couple of times, give a dozen blowjobs, and spanked more than I can count. These boys can cum and keep cumming and are really into their sports. I get to orgasm over and over and over again. They need me, I'm good luck. Needless to say I've let my college career go, haven't been to class since that night of the party. I can walk out the door anytime I want, but I don't want to. I can't imagine not being fucked over and over, not climaxing multiple times a day, or not being fully and completely used. Servicing several dozens cocks in any way they want is what I'm living for. It fulfills me . . . everyday . . . many times a day. House Of A Thousand Rooms "I have a surprise for you." I jumped in surprise. His rough voice was behind me and directly in my ear. I tried to turn but he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me in place my ass pressed against his hard on. "What is it?" I meant to ask the question casually but I ended up sounding breathless as his tongue slid down the column of my neck. He nuzzled the tender spot at the juncture of my throat and shoulder. "If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise. Do you trust me?" I shivered. His question was an invitation to play and I do so enjoy games. "Yes," I whispered. His smile had a predatory edge. His arms slid away from my waist his hands pausing to cup my tits as they passed. I sighed and leaned back against him. He kissed my neck and I closed my eyes enjoying the hot silk caress. I felt something pressing into my hair and I opened my eyes just in time to see him slide a blindfold into place. I made a small sound of excitement and he chuckled softly against my ear. The blindfold fitted closely to the contours of my face and no light was visible. "Take off your panties." God, this was hot. I reached down under my dress and shimmied my panties down until they were lying in a pool at my high heels. His hand slid up my thigh, guiding me. "Step out of them." I followed his instructions and his hand wandered a little farther. I pressed closer to his hand. He lifted my skirt and delivered a firm slap to my bare pussy. "Stay still. You're going to love this baby. Hell, you've already creamed your panties." I felt a flush rising from the tips of my breasts to heat my cheeks. He kept me blindfolded for the entire trip. The car ride seemed like an eternity but without sight it was hard to mark time accurately. The car finally slid to a halt and I heard him turn off the engine. I sat in the seat, trying not to squirm with impatience, wondering what tonight's game would be. "I am taking you to a very special house. Each room in the house is dedicated to a different sexual delight. Tonight you will be in the Obedience Room. Your only task is to obey without question and without hesitation." I felt the slickness that washed over my pussy. He knew what I fantasized about. His car door slammed and then he came around to my side to guide me out of the car and into the house. The scent of a clean spice hung in the air. In the distance I heard a woman scream in ecstasy. My heels clicked on the tile as he guided me across a large floor. I heard the sound of a doorknob turning. The air stirred as a door opened. He placed his hand on my nape and pressed me forward. Another set of hands settled on my arms to pull me gently into the room. They were the small, soft hands of a woman. "Sir, how may I assist tonight?" Her voice was quiet and husky. There was a short silence. "Lay her on her back on the bed. Push her skirt up and eat her pussy." I gasped, my nipples tightening. He laughed softly. "Obey," he reminded me softly. I let her lead me to the bed. Her hands on my hips shifted me until my legs were over the edge of the bed. Her little hands pressed at the inside of my thighs. I let my legs fall open with a groan. "Quiet!" The command was sharp. "Spank her pussy," he ordered. She didn't even hesitate. Her hand came down in a sharp slap on my wet lips hitting my clit. My hips rose automatically seeking the firm caress on my clit. "You may only speak by direct command or to beg." My clit was swollen. I was aching. She slapped me again and I arched. She draped her arm over my belly to hold me in place and set me on fire with one long stroke of her tongue along my pussy. I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning as she drew my clit into her mouth and sucked with gentle pressure. "She's a good little pussy licker," he remarked, complimenting the technique of the woman torturing me. "Thank you," another male voice replied. I jumped, realizing there were more people in the room than I initially thought. A small whimper escaped my lips. The mistake did not go unnoticed. I felt his presence before his knees dipped the mattress near my head. "Would you like some help obeying?" The silky menace in his voice was a sexy as the tongue ravishing my cunt. I nodded. There was a rustle of movement and then his hand on my jaw forced my mouth open. He slid the ball gag into place and secured it behind my head. "What a pretty little slut you make." I could only imagine the picture I made to the spectators. I was splayed out on the bed with my thighs spread obscenely for the strange woman who was fucking me with her tongue as she held me down. I was blindfolded and gagged, half dressed with my skirt rucked up around my waist. My hips strained and I felt an orgasm rising. He reached down and twisted my nipple gently. The slight sting of pain made the pleasure bearable. "You may not come yet." The gag muffled my agonized groan. Her tongue was swirling my cunt and his fingers twisted fire and pleasure from my tits. My hips arched again and I knew I was in trouble. My hands clawed the sheets and I came hard grinding my pussy into her face. He slapped my tit and I nearly went up in flames. The stranger spoke again. "You both disobeyed." Apparently she wasn't supposed to make me come. Can't say I was sorry. She gave a little cry and I felt her being pulled away from me. "Get on your knees and suck my cock. Prove you can do something right." I heard the sound of her slurping on his cock. "Yeah, baby, you can do it. Suck it all. Choke on it, baby." I heard her gag. He groaned and she gagged again. "You won't get off so easy." His voice was back in my ear. "Roll over. Put your ass in the air and rest your head on your arms." As I obediently slid into place I heard her gag on his cock again. He must have been halfway down her throat. His hands caressed my bare ass. "Your orgasms belong to me. You came without permission. You stole an orgasm from me." His fingers dipped into my pussy and came away slick. "Oooooh, yeah, baby. Fucking suck it!" The groan distracted me until I felt the first blow on my ass. I jumped with surprise and a blow fell on the opposite cheek. He took up a steady rhythm. He would land several blows and then dip his finger back into my pussy. My ass began to warm. "Wag that ass!" It was a demand. I undulated submitting to his erotic demand. "Good girl," he murmured as he fingered me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to beg. It was too much. I reached back and shielded my ass with my hands. He was amused. He pulled my hands into one of his, forcing them to the small of my back. I stayed very still as he wrapped a rope around my wrists to tie them together. He slid over me, his body covering me. "Obedience," he reminded me. His hands slid up and removed the gag. He reached down and flipped me onto my back. He brought my legs together before he rested them over his shoulder. He reached down and began to pet my pussy. I cried out. He slapped my ass and then resumed playing with my cunt. I realized he was smoothing the wetness of my pussy down my body. He pressed his thumb into my asshole and I realized he was lubricating me. I made a sound of panic. He snarled. "I'll teach you to follow instructions and keep quiet." I felt movement and then he was shifting us so that he was laying on the comforter and my back was pressed into his chest. His cock probed at my ass. Even though I realized what he intended I couldn't stop the shiver that ran down my body and quaked my cunt. My body was out of my own control and I was shaking with need. "You know what I want, baby." He said it softly but I heard the command beneath it. I lifted my hips and gently guided his dick to my ass. I paused as I felt the broad head pressing against my tight entrance. His hands on my hips pressed down forcing me to participate in my own penetration. He groaned. "Your ass is so damn tight, baby." I was so turned on I wanted to ride it. I was shocked by my own response by the eroticism of his cock stretching my ass and giving me the gentle burn of pain and pleasure swirled together. I felt a pop and his cock was fully seated in my ass. I groaned. "Still disobeying," he chided. "You need a lesson." I felt hands on my thighs opening me, exposing me. "Damn, that is hot." It was the stranger. Apparently, my new friend had finished blowing him. I felt myself get slicker as I envisioned this stranger watching me. I was blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back and I was riding the cock in my ass with enthusiasm. I gave a cry of surprise as he pressed me back and hooked my knees under his arms. There was a moment of stillness as he pressed his cock into my pussy. I was soaking wet but he was big and I was unaccustomed to being filled with two cocks. He was feeding me one slow inch at a time and I thought I might scream. He gave one last hard stroke and he was buried in me balls deep. I was stretched, filled to the brim with cock. They both held me very still. Then they began to thrust. I screamed. Someone's hand landed a blow on my ass. I jumped and cried out. "Shut her up. Sit on her face!" I didn't have time to protest before my new friend lowered her pussy to my face. "Lick it!" I buried my face in her pussy, eating her, screaming into her cunt as my body rocked with the thrusts that were gradually becoming more forceful. There seemed to be some silent communication because both started to drive their cocks into me harder. The cock in my pussy was pounding me, driving me further onto the cock invading my ass. The stranger pressed my knew further up, spreading me obscenely and jackhammering his cock into my body. The dual invasion had me stretched, shaking, sweating. I ate her pussy with abandon, sucking her clit, stroking her heat, fucking her with my tongue, I felt her thighs squeeze around my head and then she be began to undulate, riding my mouth. Abruptly, her taste sharpened and she cried out as she came on my face. "Fuck, yeah," he said from beneath me as he ground into my ass. I took it. I moaned. "Please..." It was the first word that had escaped my lips. "Please what, little whore? What do you want? Tell me." "Please," I moaned again. He thrust viciously into my ass. "Say it." "Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Please let me come. Fuck my cunt. Fuck my ass. I need to come. Please!" I was crying, desperate for my release. The stranger began to grunt as he pistoned his hips into mine. I rose and fell with each thrust, loving the burn of their cocks stretching me. The stranger grunted and I felt him splash into me. Below me, he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me tight against him as he grunted with the effort of holding back. I felt hands and someone was rubbing my clit. I arched. "Please let me come!" I screamed. Someone slapped my pussy. "Now!" he commanded. I screamed and came, my pussy clenching as he shot his load into my ass. I came hard, shaking, my cunt pulsing, my body bowed. "Good job," he murmured.