2 comments/ 7830 views/ 2 favorites James Ch. 01 By: Lucyslovers James was a nice man... a really nice man and for some reason Lucy couldn't understand he was on his own. Ever since her divorce Lucy had been wary of men... but all her friends knew that this wouldn't last; but she needed time and space to recover from her husband leaving her to be with the 29 year old PA he'd got pregnant. The need for time and space lead Lucy to take a six month contract in American, at her parent company head office just outside of Chicago; and this was where James and Lucy met. The last five and half months had been good and the old excitement started to fizz back in her veins, but not wishing to mix business and pleasure, Lucy was content with the half glances and smiles. James, enigmatic James, intrigued and delighted her. He stood about six feet in height – perfect for her five feet five, broad firm shoulders and fit. She supposed he must be anywhere from forty five to fifty five... but it didn't matter, she was nearly fifty one, so sitting at a mid point in her guesstimate. A distinguished looking man with mid brown hair, just being touched by grey at his temples; but his most arresting feature was his eyes. Piercing blue eyes that she felt, could see into her soul. With only two weeks before her return to England, now was the time to act – if indeed there was anything to act on. As luck should have it, this weekend saw her departmental director inviting everyone she worked with to a "cook out" at his home, his way of saying thank you, and bonne voyage to the lady from overseas. So it was that on a Saturday early afternoon in mid August, Lucy stood before the wardrobe mirror in her bedroom and considered her options. The weather was hot... so a sundress was the order of the day, and as Lucy stood there looking at the dark pink, square necked dress – memories flooded back of the time that she had worn at the hotel with John. That seemed another life time ago; but she had enjoyed wearing it, and even more had enjoyed taking it off and not wearing it. Sadly the matching shoes were at home in England, and she consoled here self with the fact that they would be too high to wear all day anyway. So a pair of comfortable mid heeled peep toe sandals in white would have to do. To honour her decision a matching white lace bra and panty set completed her ensemble. So with a song in her heart and a bottle of white wine in her arms, she set off in her little rental car. As the guest of honour, Lucy had been asked to arrive early, so arriving at the address she had been given parking on the drive was easy. Although the thought did cross her mind that she wouldn't be able to escape until the last guest had gone. Then on getting out of her car, it occurred to her that although this was a very nice ranch style home, it was not the sort of house she expected her departmental director to have. Well, in for a penny... and gathering her bag and the wine, a fearless Lucy went up the step and rang the door bell. Silence... Total silence. No sounds of kids running and playing, no banging of pots and pans, just silence. Then as the door swung open, there he stood in all his 6 foot magnificence – James, holding open the door with that seriously sexy grin on his face. Lucy could hear the penny drop with a loud clang. "I've been set up – haven't I?" In reply he just grabbed her wrist, pulled her in through the door and turned closing it with his bum. Taking her bag and wine bottle from her hands and placed them on the hall side table, then he leaned in and pulled Lucy into his arms. His lips descended on hers, his tongue teasing open the slit of her lips, and the hand in the small of her back splayed out and caressed her and the other slid up her back and his fingers fanned into her hair. The shock and speed of his movement left Lucy stunned, but recovering she knotted her hands behind his head and went along for the ride. The passion packed into that kiss left her breathless, and his desire was obvious as his erection pressed into the soft mound of her tummy. "I want you... I've wanted you since the first day you walked into the office" His hands cupping her face, his blue eyes boring into her very soul. All Lucy could do was groan. The pulling deep down echoing his desire, her nipples hardened and heat started in her pussy. Her hands gripped onto his arms, hanging on for fear she would fall down. "So if you don't want this as well... say now – no regrets." He whispered, "Because half an hour's time will be too late." "No, no... I've wanted you too – for so long, I don't want to go." She signed against his waiting lips. "But I don't understand – today, the cookout? Everyone was talking about it" "Ah...there was a slight deception. Your invitation was altered... it's tomorrow and we are going together" he said as he slid his hands down her back and cupped the globes of her bum. Pulling her hips towards his... letting her feel his arousal. "I thought we'd spend the rest of today and tomorrow morning getting to know each other better." He said as he humorously wiggled his eyebrows. "But I have to go home... I'll need clean clothes" as she rolled her hips into his erection. "Grrr woman... I'd bet good money that this dress and whatever is underneath it, hasn't been on you for more than an hour. So if we take it all off now, it will still be fine for the morning" With that he spun her around and slowly, tantalizingly, pulled down the zip at the back of the dress. Smoothed his hands up over her shoulders and allowed the dress to fall to the floor. Then holding his hand, Lucy stepped out of the dress, and into the unknown. Bending he took the dress in his careful hands and lead her into his family room. The dress smoothed out carefully over the back of the sofa – he turned and looked at her and groaned again. "Hungry?" He said just one emotion laden word. Lucy shook her head. "I am... for you" he said. Walking over to her, he folded her in his arms and kissed her so hard, his tongue claiming hers, leaving Lucy in no doubt as to the depth of his passion. His armed wrapped around her again and expert fingers worked the clasp of her bra. "James, I just can't go around naked for the next 24 hours!" Her voice was more of a question than a statement. "It's okay, I've got a robe you can wear – later!" and with a flourish he tossed her bra to the floor. He placed a swift kiss on the end of her nose and sank to his knees... working his tongue into her belly button and his hands to the waist of her panties. "Normally I would pull these up. I like to see panties' disappearing into a woman's slit, but you want to keep them clean..." working his index fingers into the waist "Or you could just go without tomorrow." With that statement his fingers ran around the legs and pulled the crotch up tight, so that the panty gusset did in fact disappear into her slit – tight up against her clit. Resting her hands on his broad shoulders, Lucy gave up the fight, surrendering herself to the wonderful feeling of his tongue in her belly button and his hands soothing her ass. He sat back on his heels.... "You look wonderful" reaching for her tits and starting to suck on those normally flat pale nipples that were rapidly turning into dark pink pebbles. "James.... clothes!" Lucy gasped "you're still wearing them". As his arms came around her, lifting her off her feet and carried her over to the sofa, and gently placed her on the cushions. Then he carefully opened her legs and knelt between her knees, putting his hands behind her bottom he pulled her forward and his mouth descended onto her pussy. His tongue probing the length of her slit making sure that the gusset was still firmly in place and flicking her clitoris as he passed; then the flourish of a kiss on her Mons he stood up and licked his lips. Without breaking eye contact he pulled the hem of his polo shirt out of his trousers, crossed his arms, and holding the hem it took the shirt over his head. Lucy sat transfixed and the muscles in his arms and torso rippled as he stretched up. It was the single most erotic thing Lucy had seen in ages. "Like what you see?" James smiled at her. Flushing, again Lucy was lost for words... nodding would have to do. She stretched out a hand to get to the belt on his pants... but was playfully slapped back. "Bad Girl – My show!" Then never breaking eye contact he undid his belt and clasp then about two inches of zip and let his pants hang off his hips. Still mesmerized all Lucy could do was watch, he turned to pick up the fallen shirt, and as he twisted the waist band of his jockeys came into view and his pants slipped further; then he stood between her knees saying, "You can finish undoing the zip – but with your teeth" "Oh it's a dirty job....." she said as she lifted the tag with her tongue, gripped it in her teeth and gently pulled the zip down to the bottom. All the time, so very aware of the erection underneath, then moving her hands up to help the trousers fall, she found them in his firm grasp again. Wagging his finger "No Lucy, teeth!" So moving from one side to the other and gently tugging the trousers fell to the floor. As he stepped out of them and kicked them to one side he said "As much as I would like you to remove my shorts the same way, I don't think I would survive, and I'm saving your very luscious mouth for later" and to soften the comment he leant forward and kissed her gently on the tip of her retroussé nose. Then sinking to the floor again he smoothed his hands over the globes of her breasts and down her body... tracing his strong fingers around her waist band and settled them at the side of her hips... "Lift" Lucy lifted her hips, as he hooked his finger through the leg to waistband at the side and slowly pulled them down. The gusset popping out from between her pussy lips made her gasp, as he lifted her legs into the air to finish talking them off; then they joined his pants, in a heap on the floor. James sat on his heels stroking her thighs, working this thumbs along the line of muscle on the inside of her thighs, slowly working up towards his goal. His glance moving from Lucy's face to her smooth pussy and back... watching and stroking as beads of moisture oozed from between her pussy lips. His thumbs meeting at the apex and then pulling back and apart, peeling her open, gasping when the pink flower of her cunt was exposed to him. "Oh God baby... perfect." As his mouth descended over her. Lucy could only roll her head back and groan, as the first feather touches of his tongue hit her sex. Gentle nibbles and sucks on her inner lips as he lapped her juices, his moans vibrating through her body lifting her higher. The broad swipe of his tongue running from her ass to her clit, had her clenching hard, then he lifted his head. "Lucy, you taste.... taste delicious and your cunt is so pretty. I just want to stay her all day, just looking at you; just tasting you." All the while still using those thumbs to stoke and sooth her. Moving his right hand, so that his thumb now starting making small circular movements around her clit. Then rubbing on the hood so that it retracted, leaving the little pearl of her pleasure exposed. Lucy was lost, lost in sensation, lust and need. "James, please I'm clenching deep inside. It's pulling at my belly – If you touch me now I'll cum." Moving to lean over her, his face once again hovering over hers; he stooped to kiss her lips. "Taste Lucy, taste yourself in my mouth. Yes, you're going to cum, and I am going to drink every last drop" Lucy closed her eyes, panting and chest heaving... so aroused, and so alive. Every nerve and sensation stretched to breaking point. Then his mouth was back over her pussy... mercifully leaving her clit for the moment, as two fingers firmly slipped in to the wet pulsing heat of her cunt. Her body instinctively gripping them; just as her fingers gripped his shoulders; reveling in the feeling as he stroked the inner wall of her cunt. His tongue now lapping her clit as the pace of his fingers increased. The need to release welled up in side of her. "James," she squealed "James... Fuck!" "Yes, we will – but later. This is about you. Lucy, give it to me!" As his mouth descended again, and he gently bit her clit. At that moment Lucy was sure the world stopped. The Vesuvius of her orgasm erupted through her, she screamed as she felt the gush of moisture from her very core. The joy and the ecstasy seemed too much to bear, and tears started rolling down her face. She threw an arm across her eyes, not bearing to look at him until she had recovered. His groans and gentle kisses around her pussy lips were the first thing she became aware of... Then his movement beside her, as he dragged her onto his lap, his arms around her and rocking her gently, soothing. His hand started to stroke her hair and she slowly opened her eyes; as her vision cleared – there he was, this truly handsome and gently man, with his face still shining with her juice. "Welcome back... That was amazing, and your taste is wonderful, a man could die tasting you as you cum" As his lips claimed hers in a musk and sex scented kiss. "And to think, for the weekend at least, you are all mine." Stroking his chest and swirling a finger around his nipple... "You're still wearing your shorts!" she bleated "Yes, and in need you desperately, but not yet. Rest!" So Lucy closed her eyes and drifted... Wondering just what this man was capable of. To be continued....... James Ch. 01: A Tindr Night Gone Wrong I would love to hear your input! Contact me through the contact tab on my profile. Story about a young man who is forced by another. I would warn you about it, but then, that's why you came here to read it you naughty boy... ***** This whole thing started when I broke up with my girlfriend. At the time, she had said I wasn't there sexually and emotionally for her needs, and that she needed space... whatever that means. We had been together for three years, living together for the last year. I guess it was the co-habitation that led her to grow irritated and bothered by me. I never saw it coming either; she just blindsided me one day and packed her stuff up the following day. That was three months ago. Since then, my luck with the ladies has been bad, but I haven't exactly put myself out there. Some buddies of mine tried to get me drunk and laid a few times, but the sad sack that I am just didn't have it in me to talk to another girl that might break my heart. Eventually I was convinced by one of my co-workers to join Tindr. I'm a mechanic at an Acura dealership, mostly dealing with customers who can't put on their wiper blades and screw on license plates. It's not exactly the most exciting job I've had. Andrew, who worked in the bay next to me, always had stories on Monday mornings about his weekend. And his stories always started with, "I met another chick on Tindr..." So I thought I'd give it a try, see what the hype was all about. After making a profile, I began my search and to my surprise, I hit a match almost immediately! My God, if I had this three years ago, maybe I'd have never met Janice, my ex. So I chatted with my new Tindr date; she told me her name was Carol. Carol was a sexy blonde with nice C cups. She was prompt and friendly in her responses; we got our basics out of the way, I told her (stupidly) that I just got out of a relationship, blah blah blah... she was getting out of one herself though. She followed this with, "So James... are you DTF?" I didn't know what DTF was. Not to look ignorant by asking her, I Googled it, "Down to fuck." Holy Shit. Hell yes I am. It was three months ago I broke up with my girlfriend, but it was SIX months since I last got laid. You could say I was a little bit backed up. I casually responded, "Yes I am. Care to go for a drink?" "I don't need a drink. I just need to get laid... now ;)" Wow this seemed too easy. But the way Andrew talked about Tindr, he had me believing it was always this easy on Tindr. Crazy that through my younger years, I had to actually go to bars and clubs and try to convince woman just to dance with me, let alone go home with me... now this beautiful 28 year old was asking me to fuck her. "Would love to. My place or yours?" And with that, I was in. She sent me her address right away and told me to walk in. "I'm horny but have work in an hour, so just walk on in and find me in the bedroom. I'll be waiting, hun ;)" Fast forward to I'm walking up her steps. At the time, I couldn't believe how easy this was. Surely there had to be another way. It never occurred to me that I was being scammed. I was so stupid back then. I walked into her house; the door was left unlocked, true to her word. It was a small house and I could see the bedroom door when I walked in. It was left open a crack and I could hear a girl's soft moaning. She must have started warming up. After all, she did say she'd be 'waiting'. I stripped, grabbing my condom in-hand and walked into the bedroom. But it was empty. The noises I heard... gone. And that's when he snuck up behind me. It never occurred to me if I was in the right house, or being scammed, or whatnot. I just had a hard-on and wanted to get laid. But here I was, in a stranger's house, after being invited over through Tindr no less, and now I'm naked in a darkened room and immediately I sense someone lunge behind me, grabbing one of my arms, twisting it behind my back and violently pushing me forward on the bed. It was a guy. I could tell from his body hair... which I could feel because he was naked! "What the fu-" I tried to yell, but he was strong. He had pushed me forward and using my arm twisted behind my back, he was able to pin down, with my face buried in the bed. I'm not a big guy, about 5'6" 140lbs. It happened so fast but before I knew it I was handcuffed behind my back and was struggling for air between the bed and the pillow he was stuffing over the back of my head. What the hell was going on? Was I getting robbed? But I knew I wasn't getting robbed... I could feel something brushing against my ass as I struggled... Fear and panic took over. I wanted air and to yell for help. And his body was pressing down on mine, keeping me pinned. And that's when I felt it... his cock was hard and he started rubbing it into my ass checks as we fought. "Ya boy, you're gonna be my little bitch boi now. Thought you were getting some pussy huh?" And with that he chuckled. "Don't scream or fight and I won't have to hurt you little boi. After all, you wouldn't' want someone to see you naked with another man would you?" I didn't know what to do at this point. Getting beat up would mean hospital bills I couldn't pay. And I was too scared to really fight back. I couldn't see the guy well enoough through the darkness alongside my face being pushed down, but he felt big, both in body... and in cock. Speaking of which, his cock was getting harder by the second as it pushed against my ass. I was whimpering when he lifted his body off mine. Suddenly I could breathe a little better and attempted to get up, push him off me, and run... but he was having none of that. I felt a hard sting on my ass as he slapped me, "Don't fuckin fight back boi, this is your warning" And with that he landed a hard blow in my ribs, knocking the wind out from me and collapsing me back on the bed. I was defeated already, handcuffed behind my back, bent over some guy's bed with my ass up. Then I felt the tip of his cock. At first he slide it up and down my crack. "Ya my little bitch boi is going to like getting this cock," he would sneer as he rubbed his cock in my ass crack. I felt my ass stretch and the fire as he pushed forward. I tried to scream, but he had reached forward, grabbing me by my hair, and pushed my face deep into the bed. I screamed loud into the bed as I felt my ass penetrated... violated... split open. He felt big, and it hurt. I wanted it to stop. I even prayed for it to stop. But it did not stop. He just kept pushing deeper and deeper, and with every inch, I felt like I was going to pass out. "Ya take all that dick bitch boi. You're going to enjoy my cock" The stranger started pumping his cock in my ass. My ass felt it was on fire, and I kept screaming into the bed, but he ruthlessly kept thrusting forward. He started pulling his cock almost all the way out, just to the tip, and thrusting it hard back in. I wasn't fighting back at this point, I was just trying to manage the pain. And with every thrust... it slowly got better. As his cock started stretching my hole, he started easing off the back of my head, and I started yelling less. I didn't want another punch and thought if I didn't move, this would be over soon. Sure enough, he started pumping into my ass, I got the sense he was ready to cum. "Oh ya bitch boi, take that cock." The sonofabitch was enjoying himself. Grabbing me with both hands at my hips, he buckled his stiff cock in my virgin asshole. The sweat from my fear was the only lube he provided. That and some spit he lobbed on his cock as he continued to thrust his cock in my broken asshole. "Hmmm ya bitch boi, time to get your first load" The stranger began pumping faster. It was almost too much for me, but like a long hike, I thought I saw the peak of the hill in sight; the end was near. My raper let out a loud moan and I could feel warm liquid... cum... fill my hole. My god, a man just came in my ass... Sweating and panting, he slowly pulled his cock out of my ass. I felt great relief when it popped out of my ass, which was sore, and stretched. I had no words, no need to yell for help. I just hoped he'd let me go. He spun me around and had me drop to the ground. Sitting on the floor with my ass back up against the side of the bed, I was looking directly at the cock that was just inside me. Fuck it was big. 9 inches at least! And... it was still hard, pointing and twitching right at me. "Clean it off bitch boi" as he thrust his cock to my mouth. I was caught off guard, not expecting anything more, thinking he was cum-and-done. I was breathing hard from my ass raping and he took advantage of my mouth being open. His cock went in my mouth as he grabbed me by the ears. I couldn't move my head away. I was now getting face fucked. And it tasted terrible. It tasted bitter and smelled musky. "Ya, clean up my cock good bitch boi for round two." Round two? Fuck. He pumped his cock in my mouth. I gaged as it hit my throat, but he didn't seem to care. He didn't let the cock out of my mouth, so I had spit and drool spilling out the sides of my mouth as I fought to contain the 9 inch beast. He kept pushing it a half inch at a time, more and more... and to my surprise, it kept going in my mouth. I just got ass raped and now my mouth was getting abused. I could taste cum. I could taste ass. I could taste his sweat. I could smell his pubes as he started going deeper into my mouth. "Ya that's how come God made you my bitch boi. No gag reflex. Too bad, I like it when my bitches struggle." Every word he said was a dagger to me. 'My bitches'? How many times had he done this? When was it going to stop?... This went on for what felt like hours, even though I'm sure it was much less. My jaw started to ache, my throat felt sore and scratchy from his big cock pressed in me, and I had a bad taste in my mouth... probably the taste of my ass... ugh... And then I finally got to breathe. He slide his cock out my mouth for the first time since he entered it. I coughed, and breathed, and fought back my gags as this slimly, slippery cock bobbed up in down in front of my face. "Time for round two bitch boi." There it was again, 'bitch boi'. He kept calling me that... He pitched me forward, with my face on the floor now, my ass up in the air. I stopped fighting back awhile ago; there was no point. He was bigger, and violent. I didn't want to taste his cock anymore, so was happy to be free of that monster in my face. The floor felt cool to my check. And then he entered my ass again. He was rough on my hole. Going in hard and deep, popping out completely, then ramming back in, "I'm going to work this ass in good bitch boi, you'll thank me later." What an asshole, I thought. He fucked me for a good 30-45 minutes. That's a long time to have your face grinding into the floor... your knees pressing on the hardwood... your hands cuffed awkwardly behind your back... your ass being stretched and violated... At least his cock was more lubed up this time from all my throat juices, and my ass was fairly stretched out. I almost liked it at one point, but no... that was just the fear I told myself... He picked up pace. Thank God I thought, he's going to cum soon. Jesus, what a weird thought to have. I shook it out of my head as I waited for his cum to fill my ass, again. Except he pulled out, spun me around so I was on my back on the floor, and he straddled my face. Again, here was this 9 inch monster, covered in my ass juice, and he stuffed it on my mouth. He fucked my face on the floor right there, taking no care to my gags and struggles. "Oh ya bitch boi, I think you like taking all that cock. I bet you're gonna like tasting cum too." Oh god, I thought... not that. He let out another moan as his cock exploded and cum filled my throat. It was so much. As if his cock wasn't enough pressure in my throat, now I had a gusher of cum spilling down it down. I had no choice to swallow. It tasted bitter and sticky. I wanted to throw up, but his giant cock was lodging the way. When he softened up, he pulled out of my throat. I coughed for air and spat on the floor. All the while, I could hear him laughing, "Hehehe, what a little slut you are. I can't wait till you're begging me for my cum." I felt abused, violated, humiliated... I wanted to go home and shower. "Alright bitch boi. Get the hell out," as my anal intruder released the cuffs and threw my clothes at me. "I said get the fuck out! And take this with you," as the threw the unused condom at me. It was still dark, so I never got a good look at him, but I could hear the sneering laughter in his voice. I got dressed on his patio. I guess he knew I wouldn't go to the cops. I mean, who wants to tell a cop you've had a cock in your ass? James Ch. 02 As I sat at my kitchen table I watched as James made breakfast. All he made was scrambled eggs with cheese, toast, and orange juice. I didn't complain, he made the eggs the way I like them, which few can do. My mind kept wandering back to last night, I didn't know whether to be happy or cry. I had been with my husband for so long. I was not going to regret this. For the first time in years I had felt as though some one really wanted to give me pleasure instead of themselves. I must have been lost in though, because I nearly jumped out of my skin when James touched my arm. James looked at me with a worried look. I told him I was just thinking about last night, and that I had enjoyed it. We ate breakfast talking about life and work, and how neither of us were where we had pictured ourselves being. As we talked things just seemed to be comfortable between us, and it felt so good to be talking to someone that was listening. As I finished eating James told me he would clean up, and told me to go shower, but to wait for him before I got dressed. I did as he asked me to, as I showered I wondered what he had planned for me today. As the thoughts of last night came into mind, I couldn't help but feel a stir between my legs. I couldn't believe how wonderful last night had been, to feel his hard cock in my pussy, that thought alone was enough to make me want to cum. I got out of the hot shower and walked into my bedroom. James was going through my closet, and I could tell he had been through my dresser drawers. When I came into the room he just kept doing what he was doing. I went and sat in a chair that was in the corner of the room under a window and waited for him to finish. As I was sitting in my chair I heard a car pull up. I knew the sound all to well, and all I could do was sigh and say crap. My husband and just pulled in the drive way. I had forgotten to change the locks. I had gone and boughten a new set but I never installed them. Now I just shook my head, and went to go find out what he wanted. I told James that I was going to go find out what Jake wanted, and he could either stay here or come with me. In a way I was hoping he would stay so I wouldn't have to try and explain to Jake anything, but at the same time I wanted James with me just to support me. Especially since I had no idea why he was even here. By the time I reached the living room, he was already in the house. I asked him why he had come over and what did he want now. He looked at me for a second before responding, "I forgot how beautiful you are." I had never gotten dressed from after I got out of the shower, so I was now standing in front of Jake completely naked. I just looked at him, and told him that he didn't come over here to stare at me, and I wanted to know what he needed because I was in the middle of something. Jake's attention then went to something behind me. Without turning around I knew that James was now standing right behind me. "Jake, you remember James, don't you?" I had no idea what else to say. Only 72 hours ago, I had wanted Jake to come back. Now that he was here, I didn't know what I wanted. Jake then responded "I came here in hopes that you and I could talk. I wanted to see if we could maybe work things out." "I tried that, remember. You didn't want to, all you wanted was to go screw your assistant." I said trying to keep my voice steady and even. "Besides, last night, I found someone that is willing to treat me the way I should be treated. If you want to come back, you are going to have to do more then just show back up in my house and tell me you want to work things out." James touched the small of my back to let me know that he was there, and that I was OK. Today had started out as such a wonderful day, and now it was turning into a nightmare. Right now I wish I was just about any where but here. I wanted to cry, the room was spinning, and there was nothing I could do to stop the scene that was going on in front of me. The next thing I knew both James and Jake were standing over me, I must have passed out, something that unfortunately happened from time to time if get extremely emotionally stressed. Which this was definitely one of those times. One of them must of moved me because I was now lying on the couch. I felt the back of my head to see if there had been a bump, but James much have caught me, because there wasn't one, and since I had been standing on the title when I passed out, I knew there should have been a bump other wise. Jake looked at me with what looked to be real concern, and James looked very worried. I just stayed where I was, and tried not to think, because I was now not sure what I wanted, and the thoughts that were popping into my head seemed even stranger to me now then ever before. I was wondering what it would be like to have James inside of me, while I took Jake in my mouth. I looked at both men, told them both I was fine, but I was going to go take another shower, and neither one of them were aloud to leave yet. I was hoping the hot water of the shower would clear my head a little, and that I would be able to make sense of what was running through my head. By the time I was done in the shower I knew one thing for sure, the thought of having both men at the same time was sounding more appealing to me, but that just left me more confused. I walked into my bedroom to grab at least my robe before I went and found both men. To my surprise both men were in my bedroom. I looked from Jake to James, James was so strong and sexy. Jake was still handsome and I couldn't deny that I still loved him. I had been married to him for what had seemed like forever, I knew that I was always going to love him, no matter what happened. James had been so willing to show me that sex could still be hot. Now I was looking at the two of them wondering what to do next. Before I could say anything though, James walked up to my and kissed me. It was such a deep passionate kiss that I melted into him. Even though I knew that Jake was there watching me. James then started to rub my nipples hard, and before I knew it I was once again very wet. I closed my eyes as James took on my nipples into his mouth, and started to suck it. I grabbed his head and pushed it into my breast even more. I couldn't help but let out a very loud moan, and he switched to my other nipple. As he did this I felt Jake place his hands on the small of my back, and he started to massage my butt, and worked down towards my legs, his fingers ever so close to my wet pussy. James was still in front of me has I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Bending forward I took his cock in my mouth, all while I was also exposing my very wet pussy to Jake. Jake then took his fingers and stuck them in my pussy and starting to pump them in and out, to the rhyme of my sucking. The faster I went, the faster Jake went. I could feel myself getting close, and I knew that James was very close as well, so I started to suck even faster, making Jake go even faster. Within seconds, James came in my throat, and as he did I came all over Jake's fingers. James sat down in the chair I had been sitting in just a short time before. While Jake stripped his pants off, and then gently pushed me on the bed. He then stuck his head between my legs, and started to lick my cum off of my thighs, as he slowly worked his way up, I could feel myself getting wet again. By the time he got to my pussy, I was wet, and wanting his tongue against my clit. He kept going around it though, teasing me. So when he finally got there I let out a loud moan, and I grabbed his head and pushed it into my pussy. He then started to gently suck on my clit, and I started to moan even louder. He took his mouth off my pussy, and told me that he didn't want me to cum yet. Jake then took off his pants and boxers, and once he was standing in front of me naked, he stood between my legs and pushed his cock into my waiting pussy. Just as he did this James came over to me again, and started to suck on my nipples again, with Jake in between my legs, and James sucking on my nipples, I could not stop the orgasm that washed through me. Within seconds of me cumming Jake spurted all his cum deep inside my pussy. James then rolled me on my side, and inserted his cock into my cum filled pussy. Jake lay in front of me, with his face in my bush. James started to pump his cock slowly, as Jake licked my clit. Soon I was on the edge once again. James was now pumping very quickly, and Jake had started to suck on my clit, with all these sensations, I was once again cumming. James withdrew is cock, and stood up next to the bed. I crawled over to him, and started to clean off his now limp cock. Jake then started to clean out my cum filled pussy, as I was tasting both Jake, James and I on James, Jake was tasting the same in me. When I was done, I collapsed on the bed in total exhaustion. James and Jake then collapsed on both sides of me, and with in minutes we were all asleep. I spent the rest of the summer, having both James and Jake. Jake and I made a decision to have him move back in, as long as James could stay as well. James Ch. 02 Lucy had taken a 6 month contract in the States to recover from her messy divorce. This is where she met James and two weeks before her return to the UK she and James finally got together. An engineered deception had Lucy turning up to the wrong house a day early... with wonderful results. So a couple of hours after their first intimate time together Lucy found herself sat at the breakfast bar in James house, wearing his robe and eating and ham and tomato on whole wheat sandwich. James leaned over the breakfast bar still just wearing his shorts, while Lucy sat perched on a high stool on the other side, hungrily tucking into a sandwich. "You're watching me!" Lucy grinned as she captured a crumb from the corner of her mouth. "I like watching you... Haven't you eaten anything today?" Oh god, thought Lucy... hope he doesn't go all Christian Grey on me. "No, I was saving myself -- I was promised a Barbecue!" Taking a sip of her iced tea, "And this ham is the only meat I've seen!" A deep roaring laugh echoed around the room. "Meat huh!" and the glint in his eye took on a delightful twinkle. Oh Lucy, she thought to herself... what devil have you unleashed. Then as she pushed the empty plate away and took another sip of her drink, James walked around the bar; the bulge in his shorts still snaking its way across to his hip, as he propped himself on the bar next to her. "So tell me Lucy, what 'kind' of meat are you after... a juicy steak? lamb chops?..." And before he could finish, Lucy ran a very elegantly painted nail along the length of his cock... "Sausage... Corny but true." "Oh woman," he groaned taking her face in his hands "I'm trying so hard to take it slow, to make it count, and here you are, enough to test the patience of a saint." "Why James, why take it slow... I'm not a frail flower -- I'm not going to break!" She whispered into his mouth. Then once again she was in his arms, this time being carried along the corridor and into his bedroom. As her feet hit the ground so did the robe she was wearing, and his hands came up to cup her breasts. His thumbs gently grazing over her hard puckered nubs as his lips descended on her again, consuming her in some raw emotion and desperate need. Lucy slid her hands around his waist, letting the tips of her fingers slide into the elasticated band of his shorts and then sliding down over the taught globes of his buttocks; her fingers working in, in a sensual massage, and her index fingers teasing the ravine of his bum. His hands pulled her tighter, closer to him and mirrored hers on her naked ass; again letting her feel the throbbing erection in his crotch. Fixing eye contact, their gaze never wavered, and she slowly lifted the waist band gently over his cock and with her hands splayed out pushed the waist band down. Down over his hips, his upper thighs and then to drop onto the floor, and standing on tiptoes; she kissed him taking the gasp out of his mouth when he was finally set free. He started to sink down, his mouth claiming her neck, her shoulders and the V between her collar bones. His hands caressing her arms with gentle feather touches, as he prepared to sink even lower. "No James, my turn..." She whispered, gently trying to lift him, with her hands under his elbows. With a sparkling grin he stood, tall and proud. Her hands smoothing over his arms across his pectorals and down over his finely contoured abs, resting her hands on his hips she massaged her thumbs into the cradle of his belly. Then slowly and oh so very deliberately she leaned in and let her tongue swipe over his left nipple, sucking and nibbling the little brown button; letting her hand move up to take the place of her mouth as she moved over to his right. "I like to keep things in balance" she whispered into his torso. Sinking to her knees, yet keeping her fingers teasing his nipples, Lucy let her tongue trail down. Teasing and swirling around his belly button, letting her chin gently push his cock out of the way she followed the fine line of hair south until she found the well trimmed thatch of his pubic hair. Sitting back on her knees she looked up meeting the hungry look in his eyes. "Okay? Or would you rather lie down. Because this looks tasty and I might be sometime". "I, we -- are not getting on this bed until we are ready to play the beast with two backs... so if you need to snack -- I'll stand!" He said with humour and lust dancing in his eyes. Those lovely blue eyes, so grinning Lucy finally allowed herself the luxury of looking at his cock. It stood high, hard and proud, a good double handful for her and his balls, large -- just how she liked them... "Oh yummy... these I have taste!" Taking his penis in her right hand and using her left to cup his scrotum. James felt as if the world had suddenly gone into slow motion as she lowered her head and ran a long flat tongue lick right across his sack from her right to left; pausing briefly before sucking and hoovering in his right ball into her mouth. He felt rather than heard the low purr from her throat as her tongue ran over him, massaging and making his sack crinkle and contract. His hands automatically went to her head -- not to control but to cradle. Her massaging now alternating with pulsing little sucks that seemed in time with the gentle stroking of his cock, the pulling getting harder and longer until his ball popped out of her month and nestled against its twin. "Oh now doesn't that look lovely? Wet and shiny and all scrunched up... Poor little left one!" As she massage him so the left one came to the fore. Sinking her head back again and sucked up the left one into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, then treated the left one to the same torture that the right had enjoyed. This time, two fingers of the hand cupping him, started to stroke up and down his perineum. Groaning James was lost, hanging on his pleasure building and, gasping when she gently blew her breath across his wet pouch. Without a pause, Lucy ran her tongue up his full length... A sweeping stroke up the thick, strong muscle that ran up his cock from root to tip and risking a glance she looked up into his piercing blue eyes... His expression almost pained; and as she reached the tip and dipped her tongue into the eye of his glans, his head rolled back and his groaning became a growl. Then with barely a pause she tipped her head and slowly glided him across the roof of her mouth and into the back of her throat. His head snapped forward in time to see Lucy burying him in her, up to her nose, holding him for as long as she could and then letting go. James watched her as she gasped and let him go, stared at the string of dribble hanging from his cock. Then without further ado he bent down, picked her up and threw her on the bed. His mouth covering hers, trying to take her very essence... "Shit -- where did you learn that?" His breath was short and panting. "I wanted it to last...But I can't -- Please Lucy" Slowly and steadily Lucy nodded her head, and James reached for the night stand drawer, when Lucy's hand covered his. "Is that what you want?" She whispered "I'm clean -- I guess you are, and I just want to feel you -- all of you." His mouth fell upon hers, his lips and tongue doing crazy things to her mouth and libido, all thoughts of condoms gone. Then as he was sweeping his tongue across hers, she felt him slowly, tortuously slide into between her folds and deep into her very core. When he had seated himself as far as he could go, he lifted himself up on his arm and look down on her. As her arms snaked around his neck her legs bend and her feet started stroking up and down his calf muscles. They just stayed like that for several moments just holding, touching and stroking; their lips touching and claiming each other. Then Lucy's feet climbed further up his legs and her toes gently probing and massaging his bottom as they passed and then she locked ankles around his waist. The slow rotation of her hips, rubbing her Mons against his pubic hair only aided to increase the clenching in her lower belly. "I've wanted you ever since that first day when you walked into the office. First your body, those incredible tits... the way your ass moved when you walked. Oh God then when you spoke... I was beating my cock down... I had to leave and quickly" His confession husky in her ears. "And now, here I am buried deep inside of you and its better than I could ever of imagined." With that James started to move, slowly pulling out distending her pussy as he moved. She could feel every ridge, every pulse -- could almost feel the walls of her cunt seal back into place, filling the void that he left. Then slowly oh so slowing pushing back in, filling her; increasing the friction between them. His hands crept under the cheeks of her behind and his fingers teased apart the globes of her ass. Slightly lifting higher and changing the angle of his thrust, slowly increasing speed, moving faster; not enough to make her cum, but more than enough to fuel her need. His fingers were now teasing the rosebud of her ass; his index fingers alternately strumming on that ring of muscle; in time with the thrusts of his cock in her pussy. "Oh God Jim -- fuck!" "Yes baby... Good isn't it" He whispered "But I'm tired and I want to see you." And in one swift movement he rolled them over, momentarily losing her pussy around him. Holding one hand in the middle of his chest, and with her tits heaving and swinging Lucy waved a No-No finger at him and scooted down his legs and reclaimed his cock back into her mouth... licking all her juices off that so stiff cock. "Yummy, Lucy flavored Popsicle" She said as she knelt high over his hips and slowly sank herself onto him. Holding on tight and when she was halfway down she leaned into him and sensuously kissed his lips, as she finished impaling herself onto him. Using his hands to stabilise herself, Lucy started to gyrate her hips against him. Giving herself the precious friction she needed, the sting of his pubic hair against her clit raw and heavenly. James felt the walls of her cunt close around him, rippling and squeezing -- her thighs clenching his hips as he held her steady, as the force of her orgasm built around him. Her breathing rate was increasing, the glorious rosy nipples deepened to dark red and puckering to small hard nubs. Pulling her closer to him, he held her and was able to suck deep into his mouth her tight hard nipple, sucking and nibbling; all the while increasing the pace and thrust deep within her pussy. He felt her release, the way her cunt rippled up and down his shaft had him fighting for control, so gritting his teeth, he held her hips pushing tight down onto his, keeping them joined until all her spasms had stopped. He held her close when she collapsed onto his chest, stroking her back and kissing her hair. Lucy lifted her head, a wry grin on her face, and licked his small pebbled nipple in front of her. Her action was answered by a deep groan in his throat, as his hips lifted and started building the rhythm driving into her again. His hands again cupped her ass and his strong fingers massaging the globes of her bum, his fingers working to the tight muscle ring. "Yesss... Jim -- Yes!" Lucy held on tight and just went with the relentless pounding of his cock in her pussy. His blue eyes boring into hers as she became the rag doll and his cock a steel bar, the punishment on her pussy lips was relentless. "Come Lucy... fucking give it to me..." he growled in her ear. His right hand left her ass as he pushed his left finger further in, his free hand came down with a thwack on her bum. The screaming torture that she felt deep inside started to bubble to the top, her body going rigid and needy, clenching; whilst his was hard and relentless. "Cum on me Lucy... Let it go" he groaned as his teeth again took possession of her nipple -- biting and sucking. Then it was all too much, the pounding, thrusting in her cunt, the rapid fingering in her ass and the delicious torture at her breast. Throwing her head back she screamed as her world dissolved around her. Then his cry followed hers and she felt the hot sticky release of his cum deep inside her; their aftershocks and exhaustion, holding them tight together before Lucy collapsed in a heap on his chest. The words were all gone... as they just lie there, panting and recovering, his fingers through her hair and her hand gently stroking his chest. Lucy was the first to speak, "Cook-out tomorrow huh?" Then looking out of the window at the gathering dusk "Do you think we'll make it in time?" James laughed as he rolled her onto her side and spooned in close behind... "Depends on how much sleep you need." Then pulling up the duvet "rest now." The last thought Lucy had as she drifted off to sleep was of piercing blue eyes, being the perfect medicine for an otherwise really bad year. James Ch. 02: Drugged After the Bar I would love to hear your input! Contact me through the contact tab on my profile. Story about a young man who is forced by another. I would warn you about it, but then, that's why you came here to read it you naughty boy... ***** I stopped using Tindr, obviously. I told no one what happened to me. I didn't really believe it myself, and I ignored the hard-ons I got every time I thought about the encounter. That was about a month ago, time to move on. Still reeling from my breakup, it was time to meet women the ol' fashioned way: head to the bar. With a couple of friends in tow, we headed to the popular bar in town. Fast forward an hour or so, I'm in the bar after a few drinks, and things get to get a bit hot and dizzy. As a guy, you don't need to check in with your mates to tell them you're going home; you just go home. Oddly, I felt drunk and woozy, but couldn't recall having more than a few to drink. Whatever, regardless, I was striking out all night. Time to go home and beat the meat. I dialled a taxi but was informed they were unable to get one out for the next hour. Fuck the cabs in this town. My place was a good 30 min walk home, so... I started walking. A good five to ten minutes into the walk, things are getting worse. I'm now feeling more, I don't know exactly... drunk like... walking is getting tough... ...and someone pulls up... BMW... opens his window... "Hey James, looks like you need a ride home..." (James?) I think... he must know me... I must know him... I just want to get home... ...I get in... ...I'm tired. I must have had more to drink, or ate something... I don't know. But I'm falling in and out of sleep in the passenger seat... ...then I remember waking up, being helped up some wooden stairs into a house... wait, this isn't my bed... ...he's taking my clothes off... what the fuck man... but I feel drunk and whatever, I don't know... ...I come to and he's advancing towards me. I'm naked on my back, on a bed... where am I... what's going on... ...and it dawns on me as he straddles me... I've seen this cock before... it's him... I try to yell for help, but I just slur, "ugghhhhhh..." as his cock effortlessly slides into my mouth and down my throat. Is this really happening? I can smell his familiar musk hit my nostrils as he enters the back of my throat, his balls resting on my chin. For some reason I'm not gagging at all, I even feel comfortable. I must be really drunk... Snap out of it man! I try to fight the intruder off again, but it's dark, things are spinning, and I don't have much muscle strength. He easily pins my wrists together in an 'x' above my head. And with that, he thrusts his cock all the way to the base, now making me gag and choke. Suffocating me with his naval as he presses the entire length of his manhood down my drunken... and drugged, throat. "I knew with a little G you would be my bitch boi again..." He laughed as he choked the air out of my with just his huge cock. It hit me, I was drugged. Was he in the bar? How did this happen? G? None of that mattered. He had me... again. I was in the same room, those were the same steps... that was his BMW... "Ya, I knew you liked my cock, you bitch boi cocksucker. Huh? You like sucking my fat cock?" He yelled at me. "ghhffmmmmNOguhhh" I tried to fight back through the haze, but it was of no use. I knew it too, I didn't have the strength, and soon... I stopped caring. "Oh ya, then why is your cock so hard, huh cumslut?" Huh? What's he talking about? The rapist now pinning my wrists that were together with one hand, and with his other he reached back and grabbed my... oh my god, he was right... my cock was rock hard! And he was stroking it! In this position, his cock slide half way out of my mouth and caused my head to tilt back. I could now faintly make out his face, but it was dark, and the drugs were in full effect. He stopped jerking me off and leaned back forward, grabbed my head with both his hands and began to pump his cock in my mouth. He fucked deep and without mercy... and I let him. I didn't fight back. I even whimpered and gaged to his delight. "You sound like a porn star you bitch boi. Enjoying that cock NOW aren't ya, you little cockfuck, bitch boi!" He would call me lots of names, degrading, humilating names... and every time he would emphasise BITCH BOI... I kinda liked it... man, I was drunk... He thrust deep hitting the base of my throat, plunging his entire shaft back in my throat. I gasped for air, but he just gasped, and let out a hard moan as his cock pulsated and blew its load deep down my throat. I gaged and gurgled on his cock; both from the sheer force of his ejaculation, but also from lack of oxygen... ...and I hear him say, "there's load one"... ...and then I passed out... ...I awoke in a haze, I was still on my back. I looked down and saw my cock.. Still hard, still laying on my belly... I was at the foot of the bed and next to it was him, standing there, like he was waiting for me to come to. I could even sense the fucking grin on his face as he spread my legs and pushed them back towards my ears, spreading my asshole open, and angling it up. It was perfect for his hard 9 inch cock, that monster. With my legs spread, it was an easy invitation for his cock into my hole. It hurt... like before... ...but then it didn't. I felt like I was full, stretch, invaded... but no pain... maybe the drugs?... It almost... no no... it doesn't feel good... you're straight, I tell myself... ... I start passing out again, with the view of this man, pumping his cock into my spread hole, watching my OWN hard cock, flopping up and down on my belly... ...and I see darkness... ...I come to from my haze bouncing forward on my face... I'm on my knees... I'm getting fucked hard in my ass... and I swear, I hear more voices... ... ...and I wake up in some ditch. I'm naked, with a towel over me. Oh my god, I'm sore, and feel hungover as fuck. And where the hell am I? Looking around, I can see I'm only a few blocks from my house, in the nearby park. It's early too, real early. I get myself together and wrap the towel around me as best I can and sneak home safety. Thankfully, I always keep a spare key under the mat. In the shower, I try to forget about last night, but I can't. Flashes and images of my dreams... did it really happen? But no... I just got really drunk... Then why were you naked when you woke up. And why did you shit out cum before you took a shower? And why is your cock hard? Ugh... and as I looked down at my cock, pointing up at me expecting attention... I started stroking it as I recall the last thing I remember from last night: At one point I came too late in the night and I was bent over an ottoman. My ass, up in the air, stretched out and sore... A guy was fuckin me hard, spreading my ass cheeks apart and he slammed into me... he felt different than before, bigger maybe? Anyways, before I nodded back off into darkness, I heard a voice above my head... ...he grunted, "that's load twelve"... James Ch. 03: Surprise UPS Throat Fuck I would love to hear your input! Contact me through the contact tab on my profile. Chapter 3 of a young man being forced by a stalker. I would warn you about it, but then, that's why you came here to read it you naughty boy... ***** Things have been weird this week. A girl asked me out for a date but I declined. I'm not entirely sure why, she just didn't seem like my type. The weird thing is that I've been crazy horny these days, jerking off daily. I'm also getting more into rougher porn; maybe it's just a phase. I haven't been out to the club since that fateful night. I swear it was all a bad dream, at least that's what I tell myself. Not going to the club makes meeting girls difficult... but then again, I haven't been interested in dating these days. I had just gotten home from a long day working in the office and was about to crack a beer and get out of my shirt and tie- *KNOCK-KNOCK* There's always a startle or jump when someone knocks on your door and you're not ready for it. This caught me off guard as I was beginning to unbutton my shirt. Hurrying to the door, I called out, "Who is it?" "UPS, got a package here" UPS? I don't remember ordering anything. Opening the door, I was greeted to a stocky, larger man in the typical brown uniform. Sure enough, he had a box in his hands. "Sign here sir." "Uhhh, sure. I don't remember ordering anything..." This UPS guy looked so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was having dejavu all over. "That your name, sir?" "Ya, that's me." "Then I guess you ordered something, James," he said with a sly grin... Then it hit me, his face, that grin, that smirk... ...and flashed in my mind was the image of him, standing over me, wiggling his cock in my face; my slobber dripping down the head of his cock towards my face as I sat on my knees, vulnerable and used... it was him! He must have noticed my recognition, because his grin slid away and he lunged at my throat, grabbing me and pushing me back into my house and shutting the door. I was scared, but I never yelled for help. I didn't even fight back. I don't remember what was going through my mind, if anything at all. All I know is his grin had returned, and he was loosening his grip as he guided me to my knees. I didn't say no. I didn't fight back. I watched him undo those brown pants and slide his cock out. He stepped forward and brought this hardening cock towards my mouth. I opened. I accepted. How did this happen? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I was sucking his cock again, and it felt good. I could feel my throat relax as his cock stretched me deep, gagging me... but I didn't care. I wanted to be used. "Ya, that's it bitch boi," he chuckled... there it was, my favourite nickname... He fucked my face, going deeper and harder when he realised his fag boy wasn't putting up a fight. He had won, dominated me. And I was accepting. It felt good to be used; to be treated like a whore. I wanted more. I wanted to taste his balls. "Grkhhcan guuhhh I suuukkfff yougbaawwwwllsss" I muffled through his thick cock, constantly pressed in the back of my throat. Mr. UPS laughed, looking down at his spoil of war, he slide his cock out of my horny bitch boi's mouth and let his big balls dangle in front of my face. I was in heaven. Sucking on those smelly balls, I could feel the wrinkles in the skin, taste his pubes, inhale that man scent. That week at the club wasn't a dream, I got fucked taht night. I've been so horny lately as a result that I just can't control myself. I'm losing control to this man I've never officially met; this man who used me twice before. Back to sucking his cock, I was now concentrating on my muscles, my throat, and the head of his cock. I would gag, back off, then come back for more. I felt possessed, wanting to feel that cock pressing into my throat... all I wanted was cock... "Why don't you see what's in the package, bitch boy." I had completely forgotten how this all started. Coming out of my cock sucking stupor, I fumbled with the packaging, opening the box while his cock bobbed up and down next to my face. I was tearing through the box like a kid at Christmas, only not because I wanted the gift... I wanted to get back to sucking that cock! Within the box, its contents included: a 9" dildo with suction cup, two bundles of nylon rope, a ball gag, and a large butt plug. Mr. UPS had some plans for me it would seem. Ok, box is opened, toys unpacked. Now let me get back to sucking that cock! I eagerly crawled back to his cock, mouth open and ready. "Nu huh uhhhh," he teased, sensing my desires. He went and grabbed the butt plug and walked back to me. "Get undressed, bitch boi whore. I didn't even hesitate. I stripped naked in front of him; he, on the other hand, remained in his uniform, with his cock pointing in attention at its prey. Back on my knees again, my intruder (do I still call him that?) walked around to my backside and hurled a glob of spit on my ass crack. He didn't use lube, he didn't go easy. It's like he wanted me to squeal, to fight back, to ask for mercy... He jammed that butt plug hard in my ass, stretching me out, pushing me down to the floor when I resisted. I felt it pop in and my anus relaxed a bit and the pain resided some. He was slapping my ass and manhandling me, laughing all the time. Finally it was back to cock sucking time. With that gorgeous cock in my mouth, I forgot about the pain in my ass; all I could concentrate on was his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. He was now fuckin my mouth, making me gag a lot. A pool of my spit was forming on my floor and my jaw was aching, but I wanted more. I was getting better at it, taking his cock in my throat. I was gagging less and taking more. I felt like a porn star, gurgling and slobbering on his manhood as he mercifully fucked my mouth. I didn't protest or whine, or ask for a break. I was his whore; his bitch boi. That's when I began jerking off, actively pleasuring myself with another man, with his cock down my throat. His cock plunged the ol' in-and-out as my saliva was coating my entire face at this point. I was rock hard, beating my meat furiously and I lost control. My master sensed it, saw me cuming. He cupped my throat with one hand and grabbed me by my hair with his other so he had a firm grasp on my head and he began thrusting hard and deep, sliding his cock perfectly into my inner throat. I began to cum, and I cam hard. My ass spasmed on the butt plug as my throat clenched and contracted on his cock... and then he came. An explosion of cum filled my throat. He held my head, I couldn't escape. His cum was dumping down my throat as I gagged. He was choking me with his cum and I was having the best orgasm of my life! And just when I thought I was going to pass out, he released me. Air hit my lungs as I could hear him doing up his pants. I must of looked like a mess, covered in spit, choking and gasping for air with cum drooling out of my mouth, and a large butt plug jammed in my ass... what a whore I've become... "Write your number down whore," as he handing me a note and a piece of paper. I obliged immediately, hlaf in the bag in some kind of zombie-like, cock-whore state. "Make sure you put some good use to those toys; I want to see them next time I stop by." And with that, he left. Off to deliver more packages maybe... I wonder if he even worked for UPS...