1 comments/ 45008 views/ 7 favorites Seven By: FamiliarEnough "Are you here?" were the first words I heard when I answered my cellphone as I pulled my carryon luggage behind me on my way to customs at Trudeau Airport in Montreal. It's Lover, and he's anxious, which is unusual. "Yes, I'm going down the escalator to Immigration right now," I said. "But hello to you too, and yes, the flight was fine." "Sorry, work's been terrible all day," he said sounding mostly apologetic. "I've been running around at full speed, but I'm looking forward to dinner tonight. If you don't mind, I promised a friend I'd stop by a cocktail party around 9 p.m." I moved to the right of the escalator when I reached the bottom, since phone usage isn't allowed in line at Immigration. "After all these years you're taking me to meet one of your friends?" "Um, well, kind of—" "Okay, now you're freaking me out completely." "I don't understand your meaning." "First, you called me," I said matter-of-factly. "That never happens. Second, you made specific demands that I wear something semi formal this evening, which, for a guy who appreciates a beer, something on the grill and a naked girl next to the pool sets off all kinds of alarms. Last, someone in your world is going to know that I exist. Next thing you know you'll be wanting to visit me in my small town to see where I live and asking to meet my mother." "Let's not make it that big of a leap," he retorted. I started laughing a little too boisterously at the sound of fear in his voice. "Lover, I gotta go. Immigration guy is frowning at me. I guess I'll see you at 7 p.m. when you pick me up for dinner." "Uh, yeah." I hung up the phone, stood in line and behaved like a normal person. "Next," the Immigration officer said. I always liked how in Montreal they knew if you were English just by looking at you. "How long will you be here?" A bored, twenty-something patrol officer asked me when I approached the counter and handed him my passport and customs form. "Just one night." "That's a short vacation," the immigration officer said opening my passport with sudden interest. "But it looks like you've been here a lot: Montreal, Toronto, Calgary, Vancouver, Halifax." "What can I say? It's a beautiful country and all my friends keep marrying Canadians and moving up." "Well, enjoy your stay," he said handing my materials back to me. I ran through Customs and into the arrival area. As usual, the area for waiting families behind the roped off paths were covered in people looking for their loved ones and business associates. Knowing no one was there for me, I careened through at top speed looking straight ahead, as if it didn't bother me that yet again, the first person I was going to see off the plane was "Mr. Taxi Driver." A young woman crossed in front of me to leap into the arms of her mother. I stopped suddenly and straightened to watch the embrace. I knew that happiness. I felt it every time I picked up my child from school each day. I missed him so much that I wanted to hear everything about his day in his toddler speak. I smiled a half smile at them and then proceeded on my way. People suddenly parted from the left and the right, and I halted again in complete shock. There, standing next to a pillar, was Lover. He was looking right at me. My facial expression changed from awe to a warm glow. He smiled at me as he took in my pleasure at the surprise, and we walked toward each other. "I thought you were too busy at work," I said. "Preparing for a visit from you is work," he said bending over and kissing me quickly. He took my bag and I followed him out of the double doors, across the street and into the parking garage. "You starting to slow down now that you're 50?" I asked as we walked at what I considered a snail's pace. "50? Who's 50. I'm pretty sure I'm 17," he responded. "Besides, I move well enough to keep you on your toes when we're together." I shook my head from side to side smiling as we approached his car. He opened the trunk and put my small suitcase into it. I walked to the passenger door and pulled on the handle. It was still locked. He came to my side of the car and clicked the button just before he put his hand on the handle and opened the car door while positioning his body so that it was in the way of me getting into the car. "Yes?" I asked knowing he wanted something before we drove away. He didn't say anything. He just leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine. The moment it happened, I was like a girl who'd been stuck in the desert for days and had just found water. I could never have enough. I kissed him deeper and deeper as I pushed his body back against the car. I stepped onto the frame of the open car door, placed both hands on his shoulders and pulled myself up to standing so we were almost see eye to eye. He's a tall, tall man. "Hi," I said breaking the kiss. "Maybe I should have let you get the cab," he said. I looked hurt. "Why?" "Cause I'm not sure how we're going to get through the time before our dinner reservation and then to a party if I take you to the hotel and we're alone in a room for the first time in months," he said peeling back the collar of my shirt revealing my naked shoulder and kissing it. "We could skip dinner and the party and just order in," I whispered into his ear. "Tempting, ma biche," he responded while kissing me gently on the lips. "Very tempting, but you'll enjoy tonight. It's a bit of a surprise." I sighed climbing down from the car and letting him go. "I love surprises." "I know," he said. "I know." I was staying at the W Hotel in Montreal for a night. It took all the Starwood points I could muster, and if Lover thought us being in a room was going to be rough, he wasn't counting on having to cope with a voyeuristic bathroom. In a Mega Room, there's a huge king-sized bed with a faux fur cover in the main open part of the room. You can see it clearly the moment you walk into the room because there's a large hole in the wall of the hallway that is five inches tall and three feet wide. The hole allows you to look through the bathroom and into the bedroom. In addition, there's no door from the bedroom part of the room to the bathroom. It's just big open space that allows you to pull closed these funky blue curtains for "privacy" for those using the tub or the floor to ceiling glass rain shower. The only other door in the room goes to a 3 foot by 3 foot room for the toilet. "Tabarnac," Lover said putting my suitcase and his duffle bag down on the desk before sitting down on the oversized chaise lounge chair in the corner and grabbing the remote. "You're really going to watch television?" I asked. He looked at his watch. "You only have an hour to get ready," he said. "Um, yeah, I need 30 minutes." "Go get in the shower, ma biche." "Don't you want to come to?" I asked pulling off my shirt and unbuttoning my jeans. He stared straight at the television. "Don't tempt me." I sighed, turned around and pulled down my pants to the floor. In the middle of bending completely over, I looked through the open area of my calves at Lover. He was sitting in the chair with his eyes shut. I was pretty sure he'd gotten a good look at the freshly waxed goods I was showing and was deciding between his angels and his demons. I knew who'd win. "Okay, 15 minutes of fun and then you're in the shower—alone." I clapped my hands together enthusiastically, stripped off my bra and stood in front of him. He pulled back more funky blue curtains; this time they were covering the large picture window overlooking Victoria Square. There was a 15-inch wide ledge there. "Up in the window you go," he commanded while shaking his head from side to side and pushing the bench with magazines at the end of the bed toward it to give me easier access. I climbed up into the window and looked out on the park. It was starting to wind down outside, and most of the business folks had gone home for the weekend. There were two couples sitting on benches in the park. One couple was making out. The other couple was holding hands. I pushed my naked body up to the window knowing no one would probably look up that high. "You do like it when people look at you like this don't you?" he asked sitting back in the chair again. "It's not so much that I think they like what they see," I responded turning to face him. "I know it's not all that fabulous to look at. I'm not crazy, but there's something about being caught in the act that does it for me." "Getting caught is a turn on?" "The risk," I said. "Turn around and let's give them something to catch you doing then." I turned around and looked out the window. The glass pane felt cool on my hands. Lover stepped up onto the magazine table, so that his head was just at my breast level. "Touch your nipples to the glass," he requested. I pushed my chest forward and got the shivers as the coolness touched me and made my nipples erect. "Spread your legs," he said. He kissed me down my side, stepped off the table and straddled it kissing the inner part of my thighs. "Bend forward a bit." As I bent forward, his tongue worked into the folds of my vaginal lips. His licked his fingers and rubbed them against my clit. "Look at someone on the ground. Tell me what you want them to do." "There's a woman sitting on a bench with a coffee in her hand. She's watching the couple across from her kiss. The couple is in their early twenties and they don't notice her staring at them, or they don't care. The woman, however, is taken in by their passion. It makes her wet between the legs and hot under her conservative business collar. The young man is sliding his hand under his girlfriend's skirt wanting to play with her in the park. She keeps sliding his hand back down to her knee, not in protest, but because they're in public. She likes that he wants to touch her there." Lover stops licking, steps back up onto the table and inserts two of his fingers into me while he pulls me away from the glass and starts to tug on my left nipple with his other hand. "What if the woman were to join in?" he asks. "I think she just likes watching for now," I answered. "She likes seeing them do something naughty. To participate would cross over a line that she's not ready to cross." Lover stops playing and gets undressed. He tosses his clothes far from the windowsill and climbs up so he's sitting next to me. His penis is hard. "Come here," he commands. I step over his thighs and bend at the waist a little so that my pussy is in front of his face. "I want to have sex," I said. "No." "Why not?" "Because no means no." I sigh. He puts his face between my thighs and works my clit with his tongue while he goes back to inserting his fingers into my vagina. "Lover, that feels too good. I'm going to come." He goes at it with more zeal. "I'm going to ejaculate all over you." He gives my ass a light slap in response. I look outside again. The couples have both moved on, but the woman is sitting in her bench looking up at me. I put my hands up on the window and lean hard as my orgasm makes my legs shake and I shout out in pleasure. When I'm finished, Lover is covered in my juices, and I feel like I could pass out. After I've caught my breath, I step to the side and climb down out of the window. Lover wipes the wetness from his eyes and his hair. "Well, I guess I'm getting in the shower first," he said. "You can come in after me, or we'll never get out of here." So I rolled onto the bed on my belly and watched him get in the shower and wash his body and shampoo his hair in my voyeuristic bathroom. As soon as he was out, I scooted in and did the same. We went about getting dressed around each other as if was an every day occurrence. When my little black dress was on and I was sliding into my heels, I finally got a chance to take in Lover. It was odd to see him in his black dress pants and gray button down shirt. He ran a comb through his hair a few times and added a fitted black sports jacket. "I've never see you so dapper," I said kissing him sweetly as I ran my hands under the jacket and over the softness of his dress shirt. "I'm glad you approve," he said. He took my hand and escorted me to the elevator, then outside into a cab and off to dinner. I soon realized that dinner was really just the bait. The catch was that dinner was two blocks away from his friend's party. We'd finished a bottle of wine with dinner. I could feel the redness in my cheeks, and I was giddy and excitable by 8:45 p.m. when we stood up from dinner and walked to the party. We stopped at an old, uppercrust stone house with beautiful, fall flower gardens outside. We walked up the one car driveway to a set of stairs and rang the bell. Lover's hand tightened on mine a bit as the door opened. We were greeted by a man around Lover's age with obviously dyed black hair. He was short, painfully thin and wearing pleated black pants, a white short-sleeved, button-down shirt and a bright purple tie. He looked more like a high school chemistry teacher chaperoning a prom than a party goer. He introduced himself quickly as Anton and inquired about our names. Lover greeted him and gave our first names. Anton checked us off of a list and handed us each a nametag and a rectangular-shaped pin. The nametag had my name on it, but underneath it were little letters and symbols that I couldn't understand the meaning of. We were escorted into a living room where a bartender was serving cocktails. Lover got himself a beer and me a vodka and cranberry. We sat down on a loveseat near the window. I looked at the other people in the room. They too were all dressed up, which made sense, I guess, for a fancy cocktail party. Their clothes were far more designer and hip than my plain black dress, but what was interesting was that they too were looking around the room. A few of them, including a tall, raven-haired woman around my age, made eye contact with me and nodded a hello from across the room but no one approached us. "So is Anton your friend?" I asked casually, even though the atmosphere in the room was starting to feel filled with anxiety and anticipation. "Not exactly," he answered. A few more people entered the room until there were 27 people in all. Then Anton rang a bell and went to the front of the room. He stood next to an empty easel, until a tiny, mousy, brown-haired woman came out with a cardboard sign and put it up for him. At once, Anton began to speak very quickly in French. People laughed. They applauded him. They drank faster and got refills. And then when Anton was done, they all got up and spread out in separate directions. Some walked upstairs with their drinks; others went into another room. Three other couples looked suddenly sheepish, and stayed in their seats. "Lover, what the hell is going on?" I asked waiting for my translation. He put his empty beer down. "It's a party for swingers, voyeurs and exhibitionists." "What?" "People who swap partners." "I know what a swinger is. I'm just wondering what we're doing here." "I wanted to show you off," he joked. "What?" He took my drink from me and put it down on the coaster on the table next to me. "This party is pretty exclusive. You have to know someone to get here." My eyebrows were still furrowed. "I'm not a god damn show pony. I do what I do -- for you." "That's not true. You do what you do for yourself. You just happen to like the effect it has on me and what I do for you after you're all worked up." I picked up my drink and sucked it back in one swallow. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said quietly. "There are rules here. You have that red and green pin. If you put the pin on your shirt with the red on top, no one will bother you. They may talk to you, but they won't touch you. If you don't mind a little attention, flirting, kissing or more, turn it over to the green. On your nametag, it has those letters and symbols. I had to fill out your info to come, so according to your nametag you're curious about bisexuality, voyeurism, exhibitionism and you came here with a partner. Mine says I'm interested in voyeurism, exhibitionism, control games and that I came here with a partner. Apparently there are key cards in each of the rooms, so if you don't understand the symbols on someone's name tag you can check there. "There are several rooms available. One is a room of partner, one-on-one sex. You don't go in it unless you plan on having it. You'll be surrounded by other people also having sex with their partners. They won't touch you, but they may watch you. The other is a room of group sex. You go in that room, you consider yourself fair game to group play. The third room is a sofa room. They play porn on a large screen and have another bartender. You can meet and talk with other people. Some light foreplay and mutual or self masturbation is allowed there. The fourth room has a king-sized bed, where every 30 minutes a new couple performs sex acts on each other. People can watch them as they work or touch them as they go. If you go to any of the four rooms upstairs, you have to check your clothes in. They'll give you a robe to wear for comfort, but that's it. There's a fifth room down here around the corner. It has a different theme every night. Tonight it's oral sex. You can go in and choose to give or receive or to watch. Each of the rooms also has glass windows outside with chairs. So, you can sit outside of the rooms and watch people, if you don't want to participate. You can say yes to one person and no to another, no matter what room you're in. You can tell people to go away. The last room is this room. In this room, it is completely non-sexual. You just sit here as you would in any other bar. You can be clothed or in a robe." I crossed my legs in the chair feeling my recently waxed lips rub together in the snug dress. It suddenly crossed my mind that I was curious and a little turned on by his descriptions, but I was still turned off by his motives. "Have you done this before?" I asked. "No." "Is it illegal?" "Used to be. But it isn't any more." "STDs?" "Condoms are required in this house, except between regular partners." I kicked my toe into the chair in front of me thinking. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I didn't think you'd come otherwise." "What makes you think I'm not about to walk out the door?" "Because you haven't yet." I sighed. "I can't sleep with anyone who's not you." "Understood." "I don't want anyone else to sleep with you either." "Understood." "Nothing violent is going to go on, right?" "Violence, drugs and smoking aren't allowed at all anywhere in the house." "Any other house rules?" "No, but I have a request." I took a deep breath and looked him in the face. "Yes?" "If you decide to turn that pin so it's green side up, you'll hold my hand or stay right next to me the whole time." "I thought this place was supposed to be safe." "Safe from violence, yes. But my friend told me he brought his wife of 20 years here two years ago. She was shocked and distraught," he said. "I think I can understand her concerns." "Then they went upstairs. He went into the lounge to get a drink and watch some porn. She went down the hall to the voyeur room. She turned her button to green and started talking to some folks and 30 minutes later he walked in the group room to see her on a table straddling a sybian with a woman pushing a dildo into her ass while my friend's wife sucked off the dildo woman's husband. Now they're here every Tuesday, and he watches her take part in all kinds of group sex activities. She can't get away." I got up and smoothed out my dress. "You afraid I have an addictive personality?" I asked surprised. Seven The slave crawled into the room on hands and knees, eyes respectfully down. The cold wood floors against her bare skin made her shiver. Her mouth was already longing to serve her Master. She entered the room in which he sits awaiting her arrival. He wore a red and black silk robe that blends into the ruby red upholstered chair. He smokes a cigar without expression on his face, but he is pleased with what he sees. They have an understanding, she does not speak unless spoken to, she does not make eye contact unless instructed to, and she is there only to serve only as a playtoy for his needs. The slave approaches her Master and stops at the side of his chair. She sits upright on the floor next to him. He pets her long red curls, scooping them up in his hand and letting them bounce as they return to their place. Her beauty is exquisite, but he must not let that consume his thoughts. She is only an object, a pretty one, but one for his pleasure. He spoke in his deep commanding tone, "Tonight, my dear, you are stripped of your name, and shall respond only to the number seven. I take your name and your dignity. Remember your place and we will have an enjoyable evening. Forget your manners and there will be punishment beyond your comprehension." She trembled in response to these instructions and responded with a meek, "Yes, sir." A smile grew across his face as he realizes that tonight may just be the one he has always fantasized about. He silently wonders if perhaps some fantasies are better left to the imagination. "Seven, remove your clothing," he said in a whisper that sounded as forceful as a scream. She stood up slowly, without sound, and let the hunter green chemise fall to the ground. This left her in only the matching thong and black leather lace-up stilettos. As she removed the remaining articles of clothing, she felt her nakedness replaced only by the red hue in her cheeks as embarrassment set in. Although her body was flawless- a perfect hourglass figure, 38 D breasts, and hips wide enough to support her perky bubble butt- she still felt ashamed of her exposed sex. She could no longer hide her excitement, for her large nipples stood erect with anticipation. "Get back on your knees," Master said as he pushed her to the floor. His actions are quick, to catch her off guard. She fumbles to her knees and is not fast enough to prepare for his next actions. He grabs her ginger locks firmly in his right hand and guides her head towards his already hard cock. She takes a deep breath and opens wide, glad to have her mouth filled with Master's member. Although she has been pleasing Master for some time now, she is still surprised at how big he is, and even more alarmed at how he is still growing bigger inside her. She is a very good cocksucker and enjoys every moment of her art of giving. But Master has something different in mind tonight. He whistles once as he fucks her mouth, not giving her the pleasure of controlling his orgasm. She is but an object, not someone who can take credit for getting him off. The slave can barely breathe while he rapes her mouth; she begins to understand that something is different tonight. Why did Master whistle? Master slows his pace to ensure that he does not finish too quickly. He knows his alone time with her is almost up. The whistle was a five minute signal. She is completely consumed in task, trying so hard to please her Master, and trying even harder to not let her teeth get in the way that she doesn't notice the men in black face masks walk in and surround her. Then her Master removes himself from her hole and speaks. "Hello, my friends and welcome to my home. As guests of my house I insist that you make yourselves comfortable, and use anything you want," he pauses and turns towards the slave. "Seven, you were given a number that is comparable to the number of dicks you will suck tonight." For a second time this evening his words make her shudder, although this time she is filled with excitement. The slave has always wanted to please Master and his friends. Master steps away from his pet and joins in the circle of his friends that surrounds his slave. His penis is still out and erect and he begins to stroke it with his own hands. He gives a nod encouraging his friends to do the same. A moment later the room is filled with seven cocks being tugged by its owner. Master notices the confused look on his beauty's face and chuckles. "Seven, wipe that longing look off your face. You have already had the honor of sucking me some tonight. Now you will be used merely as something pretty to jerk off to." The slave gasped! She felt her cheeks again grow bright red with embarrassment. Was she to just sit there and watch as these men touched themselves in front of her? She longed for each of them to have a turn in her mouth. It will be torture to just watch and not participate. She looked over to her Master. He saw the glance that meant she had something to say and he encouraged her, "You may speak, Seven." Relieved with permission to use her voice she protested, "But sir, must I really just watch and not help with my mouth?" At that very moment the big football player type friend let out a grunt as he came all over the slave's backside. She felt the warm sticky goo slide down her behind. She felt disgusting. Violated. Mortified. Master laughed and said, "And you were worried you would be just watching." Over the next few minutes each of the men took their turn at covering the pretty slave with their semen. She was not enjoying this event, as she again longed for her Master's cock to be in her mouth. It was torture to have seven cocks within reach and not be allowed to suck any of them. When they had all finished Master thanked them for their help and excused them from his chambers. The slave had lost track of who had cum on her and didn't realize that her Master had yet to orgasm this evening. He leaned over to her and handed her a towel. "Slut. You have six other men's semen all over you. Wipe yourself off whore, and prepare yourself for your Master's cock." She did as instructed. The slave used the towel as best she could to remove the fluids off her body. She was glad that Master could not see that her own fluids were dripping down her legs. She shouldn't be turned on by these events! Once she was all cleaned off, Master picked her up and laid her over his bed. He positioned her body so that she was face up head hanging slightly off the bed. He bound her wrists and ankles to the bed so that she could not fight what was to come. "You wanted my dick in your mouth? Get ready to have your face fucked hard, slut." Master positioned himself to the perfect height and began to fill his slave's mouth. He pushed harder so that her throat was choked by his cock. She coughed, and tried to push him away. Not so deep, she thought. But she realized she had no control. Her arms were immobile. She could not protest. She started to feel the loss of oxygen; he was so far inside her throat that she was not getting air to her lungs. The room was growing darker and tears streamed down her face. He thrust himself again, long and hard, giving her time to regain some consciousness, but only enough to hear her cries muffled again by his dick. This process need only go on for another minute before Master approached his climax. He pulled out of her mouth allowing the fluid to cover her face and hair. Exhausted, dirty, and wetter than she ever was before, she fell asleep in her Master's arms knowing that she served him well, longing for her own sweet release which she planned on as soon as she was alone, and grateful that she didn't have to face a fate as terrible as this too often. Seven- and Eight-Inch Drills Ad placed by Andre (8 slender inches) and Mike (7 thick inches) in the local weekly newspaper: - - - - Power Drills: GBM's, Strong, hard, silent seven- and eight-inch power drills seek tight BWM or SWM who seeks filled fantasy experience for multiple drill role play says-no-but-wants-yes bottom. Call Mike at 945-6036. - - - - Ad Rob saw instead in the local weekly newspaper and decided later to respond to: - - - - Power Drills: Set of strong, hard, silent power drills for sale. Multiple-drill set, including seven- and nine-inch power drills. Call Mac at 945-8279. - - - - Telephone number Rob called after scanning through the paper the next day for the number he wanted to call: 945-6036. A very friendly voice on the other end of the line told him to come right on over and gave him the address. Mike answered the door. "Hi, I'm Rob. I called about the power drills you have." "Well, hello, Rob. Come on in. God, you looked ripped, man. What a lucky day. So, you want to be drilled? Hey, Andre, com'on down here. The bottom who called is here?" "Huh, excuse me? The name's Rob Buxton, actually. Oh, the drills. Yes, I came for the drills. Can I see them?" "Wow, Mike, we've got an anxious one," the beefy Andre said as he appeared at the door. "Well, let's not keep him waiting. Com'on in, dude. Nice butt, man. Do you work out?" "Uh, yes," Rob answered a little confused. "So, where are the drills? In the garage?" "Anywhere you like it, Rob," Andre answered with a laugh. "God, I'll bet you are cut too. Let me see your pecs next to Mike's here. Mike, off with your T. I'll help Rob here. There. Yep, you're just about as ripped as Mike, and he's workin' out all the time. So, you want it in the garage. Come on through here." "So, is that where you keep the drills?" Rob managed through his confusion. "Sure, a lot of the time," Mike answered. "We're always workin' on Andre's truck. Sometimes we stop doin' that and work on each other." Mike and Andre shared a laugh. Rob continued to look confused. "So, ever done this before, Rob?" Andre asked as they bustled through the kitchen and out to the garage. He hesitated on the way to pick up a tube of KY. "Huh, shopped for drills, you mean?" Rob asked. "No, not really." "Sweet." Andre said, as they entered an oversized garage with a cleared area in front of a pickup truck that was backed into the front part of the garage. "There, Mike, pull that saw horse over there and spread those old burlap sacks over it." "And your ad said you had an seven inch and an eight inch. Is that right?" Rob asked. "Yep," Mike answered. "I've got the seven inch, but it's very thick. Andre's got a more slender one, but it's over eight inches." "So, can I see them and examine them." "Absolutely," Mike and Andre said in unison. And they stripped right down. Rob stood there in complete shock, as Mike walked over and stripped him right down too. "Sweet," Andre said with a whistle of appreciation. "God, he's beautiful. And he's got some length too. So, me first, I guess, as I'll set him up for your thickness. Here, pull him over the saw horse and get him in one of your head and wrist locks." Rob woke up to what was happening and started to struggle, but not early and strong enough. Andre and Mike were two strong black dudes. Mike pulled Rob over the saw horse on his belly and got a head lock on him between two strong thighs. Instead of going for Rob's hands, however, he reached under with his long arms and got a hold on Rob's balls and said he'd crush those if Rob didn't quiet down. With the other hand, he reached around and alternated exploring Rob's nipples and pecs and stroking his own cock hard. Rob quieted down a bit, but he was objecting and whining and whimpering in fear, as, behind him, Andre, of the slender eight-inch cock, was fingering KY into Rob's asshole with one hand and stroking his own cock to KY-lathered hardness with his other hand. "Nice job with that role playin', dude," Andre said. "That's really helping me get hard. The fantasy of fucking a straight white dude who didn't see it coming. And I'm going to fulfill the fantasy you had of being filled and drilled when you answered our ad right now." And in he went up to the rim of his helmet. Here he stopped, because the hole was still too tight, and he rotated his cock just inside the hole to loosen it up. "Ahhhh! No. Gawd, that hurts," Rob screamed and writhed in pain. "Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ahhh," he continued to scream, as Andre managed to get in past the sphincter. And then, "Ahhh, Ohhh, ohhh," as the helmet of Andre's cock dragged along Rob's prostate, giving him a new, much more pleasant sensation. And then Andre was in solid, and he let his cock slide the whole eight inches in. Rob was panting and groaning, but his ass was adjusting to the new experience. Andre pulled out to drag his cock head over Rob's prostate a couple of more times, and Rob's writhing and moaning began to have some sounds of pleasure mixed in with the sounds of pain. Mike released his headlock on Rob and pulled his head up by the hair until Rob's mouth was at the level of his half-hard cock. "Here, make this hard, pretty dude. I'm next in your ass." Rob tried to resist, but Mike pushed his cock between Rob's lips with the comment that if he didn't suck him off or if he did any damage to the cock, Rob would regret it mightily. Rob did open his mouth enough for Mike to start face-fucking him, but didn't get any more actively involved in giving him head than he absolutely had to. Meanwhile, Andre had buried his cock in Rob's tight ass again up to its hilt and began a deep-fuck piston motion that had Rob bouncing up and down on the top of the saw horse. To keep from being bounced off the saw horse, Rob grabbed Mike's butt cheeks and held on for dear life, an act that caused Mike's cock to harden faster. Andre was holding one of Rob's hips with one hand and slapping his butt cheeks with the other one. He was loving the ride, and he spun out his drilling operation for more than twenty minutes before he couldn't hold off his climax any longer and shot his load over eight inches deep inside Rob. Mike was going slower with his face fucking, because he wanted to save his load for his own turn in Rob's ass. Rob wasn't doing much else other than whimpering and moaning quietly, waiting for the assault to stop, but having mixed feelings about being fucked deep in his ass by such a well-built black stud, never having had the sensation before, and not finding it nearly as unpleasant as he assumed he would. When Andre pulled out of Rob, Rob was able to make a break for it. But he only made it as far as the kitchen, where Mike took his turn with him on the kitchen table. Andre held Rob's arms stretched above his head across the table, while Mike slapped Rob down on the table top on his back, grabbed his calves and wishboned his legs out, and thrust his thick cock into Rob's asshole, drilling right down to the full seven-inch mark. Rob screamed in pain, feeling his ass canal ready to split with the thickness of Mike. But Mike paid him no mind and just pumped away. After a couple of minutes, Mike dropped one of Rob's legs and turned him to his side and side split him for several minutes. "Hey, Andre," Mike said after a while. "He's opened up real nice. I think there is room for you too." Pulling Rob off the table top, Mike hopped up in a sitting position on the table himself and pulled Rob back into his lap, neatly impaling his asshole again, and sliding back to full depth. Rob was sputtering and moaning as Andre came around the table, pushed Rob down onto Mike's chest and wishboned his legs back out. He saw where there was a bit of room for another dick above the one Mike had buried in Rob's hole, and Andre worked his way in, accompanied by Rob's screams, first for mercy and then in ecstasy, and Mike's grunts of pleasure in having a cock running up beside his. No sooner had both Andre and Mike cum again when they heard the doorbell. They let Rob fall to the kitchen floor in a heap, and Mike quickly pulled on T and shorts and went for the door. A young red-headed man stood outside the door. "Hello," he said, as Mike opened the door. "I've come about the ad in the paper about the seven- and eight-inch drills you're selling. Is . . .?" "Sure, dude. You're in the right place. Come on in," Mike responded with a big grin on his face. Seven Beers, Six Shots 6 shots. 7 beers. That's the amount of alcohol I had consumed. In my younger years, I partied harder than I probably should have. I'd stay out dancing and drinking until the sun came up. Most of my weekends were filled with one night stands. For example, one particular evening, I had been chatting with a random guy that was hanging out with my group. We did what most drunk people do when they find someone they deem attractive, drunkenly make out on a dance floor while publicly groping each other. He was dancing behind me and my hand happened to somehow make its way down the front of his pants. I started to stroke his growing cock. Slowly at first, rubbing from the base up to the head, running my fingertips along the tip. I started going faster to the music, until he was about to explode. He yelled in my ear that he needed to cum, so I did what any lady would do...went to the men's bathroom with him. We went into the handicapped stall. I kneeled on the bar bathroom floor, in a stall where the door wouldn't shut all the way. I took his cock in my mouth, running my tongue along the bottom, swirling it around the tip when I came up. I could taste the saltiness of his precum in my mouth and knew to go faster. I was bobbing my head up and down on his cock as he leaned against the wall. We had a small audience of a couple men watching me, the intrusion in the male bathroom, blowing a guy in a stall. But I digress. Another night and another 6 shots and 7 beers and I was 3 sheets to the wind. I (stupidly) got in my car, piloting my car on a wing and a prayer hoping to make it to my front door. I was at a stoplight when a car pulled up next to me and it was two guys. They got out of their car, despite the fact the light could turn green at any moment, and came over to my window, asking if I would like to come over. Continuing my evening of bad decisions, I agreed. I followed them to the house they were renting and went on in. We started the initial awkward exchange by smoking a bowl and taking a shot. It was about 5 minute after the shot my memory gets fuzzy. I could swear they drugged me (I guess they did with the bowl). My memory on this is in fuzzy flashes so I'll continue with what I have running through my head. They removed my clothes as I sat there, one removed my shirt and immediately went to work on my nipples, licking, sucking them, also biting them. While he was giving my nipples the attention they deserve, the other was removing my pants. Within seconds I was completely naked on their couch. They were fully clothed. The one that had removed my pants and panties was sucking on my clit, the other sucking my nipples. Had I been a bit more sober, I might have been close to cumming at this point. The next thing I knew, I was bent over the armrest. My mouth wrapped around a fairly large cock. Even in my fucked up state, I knew what I was supposed to do with a cock in my mouth. The other guy was behind me, and I guess assumed that due to how fucked up I was, that he could fuck me in my ass with no complaints. I really couldn't protest because the cock in my mouth was now fucking my mouth while the cock in my ass was pounding me. I would have been in so much pain if I hadn't been drunk. His balls were slapping against my pussy, his cock buried deep in my ass. I heard them say something to each other but I couldn't hear over the music they had turned up quite loudly. The cock in my ass suddenly didn't return, nor the cock in my mouth. I looked up and all of the sudden there was a different cock in my face. They had switched positions. The larger cock was now going to be in my ass. They started pounding my ass and mouth with the same ferocity, if not a bit harder. The one in my mouth started to get a bit more frantic in his mouth fucking and I knew he was about to cum. He came in my mouth and I could feel his cum hit the back of my throat. I didn't swallow, because, we'll...I'm a lady, dammit. The sight of his friend cumming in some random girl they picked up at a stoplight must have been too much for him, because the man in my ass pushed all the way in to the base of his cock and stopped. I could feel his cock pulsating in my ass and the load of cum fill me. They left the room, I assume to put clothes on, while I sat on their couch naked and stunned at what had just happened. I started searching for clothing so I could dress my naked body. I was still so drunk I had to wait until they came back in and had to have them find my jeans and shirt that were sitting right in front of me. I dressed myself, found my purse and my keys, and left. I, by the grace of God, made it home and fell fast asleep. The next morning, I awoke to no recollection of the events of the evening before. It was only a sore, bruised ass that brought the memory back to my mind. Seven Bollywood Stars & Ash As Ravs looked at Ash, she felt this strange feeling of nausea. Here was a woman, very well-endowed in most aspects (except breasts which were slightly small, but handy nonetheless), who was putting womankind to shame by acting like the typical prick-tease. She had thought that the lesson she and Sam gave her the other evening should have made her see the light of things. That was not to be. Well, today she shall get a lesson she won't ever forget. Ravs gave Akshay a call and invited him and Twinkle over at Salman's. The seven of them would teach her a lesson, once and for all. In the meantime, she saw that Shilpa was busy with Salman's dick in her sensuous mouth. Her luscious lips were wrapped around his meat and most of it had disappeared down her throat. That sight made Ravs' cunt water. She looked around and found that Rekha was busy smooching Pooja, their hands exploring each others rounded bottoms. She realised that she was the only one who was not pleasuring herself. All that changed as Twinkle and Akshay entered the bedroom. Ravs grabbed hold of Twinkle and planted a deep long kiss on her mouth. Twinkle realised that they were right. Ravs just had to be the best kisser in business. Ravs was all over her. She gave Twinkle a tongue bath - her face, breasts, back, mid-riff, navel, thighs, feet, bottoms, and pussy were glistening in Ravs' saliva by the time she was through. Ash was waking up now. She was fascinated by the sight. Akshay was nailing Pooja while eating Rekha out. Salman had his dick buried deep in Shilpa's ass. This was great. One more dick and five more cunts! What a night this was turning out to be. Soon, she saw Ravs strap on her double-ended dildo and violate Salman's anus. Salman liked getting fucked in the ass, and Ash was always repelled by it. In many ways, Ash was a prude and the biggest cock-tease anyone had ever seen. Salman knew that if Raveena carried on this way, he would soon shoot his load in Shilpa's soft anus. Rekha had Twinkle's mouth buried in her pussy and her hands were holding Twinkle's head over her love nest. Ash heard a moan and knew that Ravs had had an orgasm. Soon Shilpa grunted, followed by Salman and Akshay discharging their loads. Pooja was not far behind. Rekha, then gave a blood-curling yell - Twinkle had given her the biggest orgasm of all. Ravs saw that Ash was up. She knew then and there that she had to be disciplined for giving womankind a bad name. She dragged her by her hair and lay her on the floor. Ash was surprised. Ravs saw that Rekha was strapping on her dildo, too, and realised that they had the same thing in mind. The women grabbed Ash as Rekha inserted deep into her anus with one big shove. Shit! That hurt. Ash let out an agonising scream that must have woken up a few neighbours. Her ass was dry, and Rekha had inserted without any lube. But, this was not enough. That pain in her ass shot up manifold and she realised that Ravs had also shoved her dildo in her anus. They were double-penetrating Ash's anus! Tears rolled down Ash's cheeks as her throat went dry and no sound escaped from it. Rekha and Ravs started thrusting and shoving in Ash's anus. Salman was enjoying this. Why wouldn't he? He was glad that Rekha and Raveena had taken the matter in their hands. If he had done anything, she would have surely filed a rape suit against him. Salman looked around and saw that Akhsay was enjoying the scene, as well. His cock had risen to all its nine inches of glory. In the meantime, Akshay was thinking what it would be like to have Salman's cock in his mouth. His cock was an inch smaller but it was nice and smooth. As he saw Salman fill with blood, he could not resist it anymore. He engulfed Salman's manhood in his mouth. Salman was a little surprised by Akshay, but then it was pretty normal in Bollywood for them to swing both ways. As Rekha and Ravs saw the scene, they got really hot and increased the intensity of their shoving. Ash's tears had also dried up by now. She just looked on as the two women violating her locked in a passionate kiss. Twinkle wanted to see how much further her husband would go with Salman. She did not blame him. Hell, with a cock as beautiful as his any human being with blood in the veins would do what Akshay was doing. She got behind Salman and placed her hand on that firm muscular smooth round ass. Salman took great care of his posterior. Twinkle got down to her knees and nibbled at his ass cheeks as her husband sucked Salman off. Pooja did not want to waste Akshay's manhood. So, she suggested that Akshay nail her in the ass. Akshay did not want to stop sucking Salman. So, Shilpa suggested that he try Salman's cock up his ass while he did Pooja. Akshay was too far gone to protest. He even wanted to try it. Salman spat out some saliva on Akshay's hole and rubbed some on his cock. This was going to be Akshay's first time, and he wanted to make it as pleasurable as he could. He let Akshay bend over and then shove his dick up Pooja's ass. Shilpa helped Salman part his asshole with her fingers. When she thought it was open enough, she put Salman's cock in it. Akshay grimaced but very soon pain turned into pleasure as they three of them fucked in a steady rhythm - Akshay entering inside Pooja while Salman pulled out of Akshay. The fucking got Shilpa so wet that she went to Ash and slapped her hard across her breasts, giving vent to some of her sadistic impulses. Ash had gone through a lot and did not even feel that slap - it was more like a kiss compared to what Rekha and Raveena were subjecting her to. As the fucking continued, Twinkle suddenly felt the urge to pee. Ravs suggested that she try their new toilet slut. Both women pulled out of Ash, leaving behind an anus that was stretched open beyond five inches. Twinkle put her pussy on it, and let go a yellow stream inside Ash's nether hole. Ravs, then, had another idea. She made Ash bend over and place her head between her knees. She stood on a stool placed behind Ash and sat on her haunches. Slowly, her anus came in contact with Ash's gaping hole and a yellow solid passed from Ravs into Ash. Ash could not believe this. Ravs shat into her! This was too much for the trio of Akshay, Salman and Pooja, and they burst into simultaneous orgasms. Ash was crouched on the floor now, lying in a pool of Twinkle's pee mixed with Ravs' shit. "Get up slut!" Ravs ordered Ash. As soon as she did, all the contents of her dilated bowels emptied on the floor. "Now, eat it" Rekha commanded. "Hey people" Salman said "How about we give this Miss World a nice shower?" They all agreed. Turn by turn, they peed on Ash's naked flesh. Despite herself, this was turning on Ash. She longed for a mouth on her pussy. "Please" Ash begged "Please someone eat me out." "One condition" Rekha said "You be a good girl from now on and treat men and women the way they are meant to be treated - for giving and taking pleasure." Ash nodded. "Fine" Ravs said "But not today. Today you shall clean up that mess you have made and then pose naked for a few pictures." Well, friends, people might say that naked pics of Ash on the net are fakes. But, now that you have read the story, you know where they came from and how. Seven "Relax, ma biche. Push this out." I closed my eyes, relaxed and pushed the plug into Lover's hand. He passed it off to Anton, who held out a bucket. The rule at the house on toys apparently was, "You use it, you bought it. Take it with you or we pitch it." "I need a large, soft, lightweight blanket, and another anal plug with lube," Lover requested. Gabrielle scampered off to retrieve the items. I pushed my face into a pillow. My ass was still in the air and I was catching my breath. Lover cupped my ass with his hand and tapped it. "Roll onto your back, please." I rolled over, and he handed me the new plug and turned away from me. I sat up, massaged around Lover's anus, kissed it a little and then gently pushed the plug into place before lying back again. Everyone moved their chairs back to the sides of the bed. "Grab the headboard with your hands," he said. I gripped the metal bars on the headboard tightly. He threw the blanket behind his head like a cape, leaned forward to slide into me and brought the blanket down until it covered everything from his lower back and up. Everyone in the room could still see our pubic areas connected and see the red toy in his ass, as he moved in and out of me slowly, but no one could see our faces. "Can you hold the blanket over us and keep it in place, ma biche?" I nodded. "Good girl." I held onto the blanket and onto the headboard. He slowed his pace and looked at me in the eyes. "For the record, you are not my toy," he said. "You have never been a toy. This has never been a game to me. It's been a challenge since day one, sure. But when I look at you, I see a woman who wants so desperately be in tune with her sexuality while living a life that requires her to ignore that she has any sexuality at all. I see a partner who makes me laugh, keeps my intellect bright and my body humming. You never lie. You never make promises you can't keep. And if you think I feel anything for you other than complete adoration, you're a fool." He was giving me what I wanted in the hallway. "You are amazingly free. You're fun and joyous. You're thoughtful and caring, and you have this face that shows every emotion, even when you think you're hiding them. You have an energy and happiness that shines light all around you that attracts me. It keeps me warm at night with crazy fantasies. Do you get what I'm saying here?" he asked. He was panting between the words. "Lover," I said meeting his eyes. "You're crazy. You're making love to me at a swinger fuck party." "Yes," he said. "You couldn't have told me this over dinner?" I asked teasing. Then I put my hand between us and rubbed my clit to catch up, knowing he must be close. "It feels good with something in your ass doesn't it, Lover?" "I'm really close," he muttered. "I just can't pinpoint what I need to finish." I caught his eye again. He needed something to push him over the edge. "Go faster," I requested. "Go deeper." I picked up my legs and wrapped them around his back as his movement increased in speed and depth. I kissed him deeply between his gasps and groans, as he moved in and out of me, and then right as my orgasm hit, I dropped the bomb. I said it quietly and in French. I said it as my vaginal muscles closed around his dick. I said it as I kissed his left ear, which drives him mad. Then as I pulled my head back and rested it on the pillow I saw him registering the words and confirming the emotion on my face. Immediately, his eyes glazed over in passion and he came into me. He collapsed on top of me and covered my face in tiny kisses saying thank you to me several dozen times. As his penis and some of our sex slid out of me, he sat up and threw the blanket off to find that everyone had vacated the room, except Anton. He brought us water, and we got up and put our robes on and slowly made our way down to the locker room to get ready to go back to the hotel. On our way, we noticed the partner room was full. "You started a movement," Anton explained. When we were dressed, Anton walked us to the door and gave us calling cards to come back. "Don't forget," he said as we walked through the safe room. "Next Friday is 'Get Me Pregnant Night.' It's very popular with her age group," Anton explained. I raised my eyebrows at Lover in interest. "What?" he said. "You know I had those tubes tied off a long time ago, and in our position it's a bad, bad idea." "Yeah, but I have a great imagination," I said. "Yes, I know," he responded. Then a few minutes later in the back of the cab on the way to my hotel he asked. "Would it really turn you on thinking that I could get you pregnant?" "There's a gut thing about sex for procreation," I said. "It's like sex suddenly has a purpose besides just pleasure. It's basic. Primal." "So you want to fake sex for procreation?" "All you have to do is whisper something to me about the chance of it when you orgasm, and I'm pretty sure I'll go nuts." "Something like, "Let's make a baby?" he whispered close to my ear as the valet opened my door. I got a case of the good shivers at the words. "At 34, Lover, my biological clock knows it's got limited time. Just keep in mind that I don't actually want to be pregnant again," I said. "I just like knowing that you don't get completely sick that the idea of the risk and its outcome turns me on." Lover laughed as we walked into the hotel lobby. "I take you to a sex party with strangers, and you're worried that I'll freak out over non-existent offspring," he said. I smirked. "I'm a strange, but happy woman."