4 comments/ 66662 views/ 13 favorites More Than Sex By: timmywells I had experienced sex with three men up to this point in my life, when the second semester of my freshman year began. Finances had made it necessary for me to find a roommate, and Kenny was the fellow freshman I ended up with. I liked the cozy apartment from the moment I saw it, but little did I realize that there were even better things that came with it. ******* 1. Feeling each other out. The guy that had the apartment I ended up sharing was very much like I was, back in the winter of 1975. Shy and introspective, Kenny was a typical freshman in a city far from home, and as overwhelmed by the surroundings as he was the studies. I had gotten myself into shape over the last few months, and when the fat was replaced by a little muscle, I lost a bit of my baby-faced appearance and began to look more like 19. Kenny was a month my senior, but looked years younger. He had a slight build and was a couple inches shorter than my 5'10", and while he was a good looking guy, with his clean cut appearance he looked more like a freshman in high school than college. This made him painfully shy and introverted, and it took a couple of weeks to get more than a sentence at a time out of him. After a while, he began to loosen up, and we began to get along really well. We liked a lot of the same kind of music and would go to the local clubs with our meager fortunes, in hopes of hearing some music and getting laid. Unfortunately, our batting averages for those goals was consistently .500. I was still turned on by girls, although those feelings were rarely mutual. I had been having much better luck with my own gender since arriving in Colorado, and since I had never even thought of men that way before my trip out here in August of last year, I wondered whether I had found my calling. Since all we seemed to talk about was girls, I naturally assumed that he was straight. After a few weeks of living together, I began to find myself becoming very attracted to Kenny, and knew that I had better keep that emotion under wraps, because the apartment arrangement was the only thing that was keeping my head above water financially, thus keeping me in college. One night after once again striking out at the local club, we ended up back in our place cursing our fate as we got ready for bed. I watched out of the corner of my eye as Kenny stripped down to his underwear, which was his customary sleeping attire. Strange how I had become attracted to Kenny, I thought to myself as he peeled off his t-shirt, revealing his boyish build and hairless chest. The other men I had found myself with were the exact opposites of Kenny; all had been hairy guys who had been generously endowed, and I assumed that this would be the type of man I would always be aroused by. Kenny was nothing like them, from what I could see. He was built like a jockey, and outside of having hairy armpits and some hair on his calves he was smooth otherwise. My frequent glances at his underwear detected only the slightest of bulges, a situation that I could easily relate to. I was slightly taller and heavier than Kenny, and had begun working out at the beginning of the school year so that my doughy body had become fairly well developed, but the situation between my legs remained the same as it always had been, and always would be. Pitiful. My sadly underdeveloped penis had been a source of much pain and humiliation throughout my high school years, and my attitude about it was likely the primary cause of my failings with the opposite sex all that time. Then, while traveling out here to college, I was given a ride by a kind older gentleman who gave me an education in a motel room that changed my life completely. I was used to seeing the flaccid cocks of my classmates in gym class, and envying them as they paraded their blessings brazenly while I cowered in the corner in shame. Seeing a man with an erection was totally new to me, and I was stunned at the sight of Walt's aroused cock, amazed at the size that a man could grow to. My naivete and lack of knowledge was obvious when I was seduced by Doc, an older grad student who gave a whole new meaning to the term well-endowed for me, and I had become infatuated for a time over his freakishly large appendage. After that I had a brief affair with Anthony, a middle aged gentleman who I had been attracted to because of his hirsute body. Because of his modesty in the locker room of the health club, I had assumed that he had been short-changed like I was. All it took was the underwear to come down to reveal that he had no such failings, and his avoidance in being nude was merely because of his tendency to get aroused quite easily, and thus not wanting to get thrown out of the health club. All three men had been well-endowed to varying degrees, and I had found it not only arousing to see and touch them, but had also found it oddly exciting that I was so much smaller down there than they were. I had always dreamed of having a big dick, and probably always would have that wish, but with these men, after a brief moment of embarrassment when I was initially exposed, it was actually more of a turn-on. A turn-on not only for me either, I noticed. To a man they all seemed to like my body, and were very aroused to be with me. They also seemed to revel in the superiority of their equipment as well. Not in an arrogant or demeaning way, because that would have crushed me emotionally, but I could tell that the fact that their cocks were so much bigger than mine gave them a thrill, and when I would praise them and speak in awe of their manhood I could see what it did for them. Now here we were in our cramped apartment, sitting around in our underwear, and me finding myself being aroused by Kenny, who was nothing like the type that had previously excited me. What would it be like to be with a guy who had a small cock? Maybe Kenny's was even smaller than my own? Now that would really be something to experience, I thought to myself as I tried to keep from having an erection. "Man, that Eileen Bowen looked good tonight," Kenny said as he recalled a girl from school at the club we were at. "She's got a rack on her!" "You should have made your move," I told Kenny. "The girl that she was with was really cute, and I could have moved in on her." "She looked like Bowie - Ziggy Stardust period," Kenny said. "You like those androgynous types, don't you?" "Guess so," I admitted as I walked into the bathroom. "Geez, if I had a body like yours I would be picking up chicks with no problem," I heard Kenny say as I brushed my teeth, and when I finished I did something impulsively. "I doubt that," I said when I came out of the bathroom, having taken off my fruit of the looms, and walked over to my bed naked. The look on Kenny's face as he watched me was one of wonder, as he saw my little pecker for what had to be the first time, modestly wiggling as I went over to my bed and hopped in, pulling the sheet over me before saying good night. My heart was pounding so loudly that I pulled the sheet to my chest, trying to muffle the sound that seemed to be echoing in the room. I wondered what Kenny had thought of that. The look on his face; was it shock, horror, pity or amusement? I had hoped it would have been lust, and in my mind I wished that Kenny would come over to the bed and crawl in next to me. I wanted him to touch me and tell me that he had been so excited about seeing me naked that he wanted me. Nice thoughts, but I remained alone in my own bed as I drifted off to sleep, content to fantasize about things that would never be. 2. A draft in the room. I felt a chill, and perhaps that was what had stirred me out of the deep sleep I was in. In my groggy state I reached for the sheet that wasn't there. In the darkness I sensed a presence by the side of my bed, and for some reason, perhaps the effect of quite a few beers, I didn't leap up but remained still. I heard a sound, and it was a sound I was very familiar with, having created it often myself. It was the sound of flesh on flesh, and it was Kenny, standing by the side of my bed, masturbating. I kept my eyes closed as best I could while still trying to see what he was doing, and the scene became more clear in my mind. I was naked and on my back, arms and legs akimbo, and I could feel the bedsheet down around my knees. The sound of heavy breathing joined the slapping sound, and that was soon followed by a muffled groan from beside me. A few seconds later, I fel the sheet being pulled up over my body, and the shadowy image beside me moved away. I heard a creaking sound as Kenny got back into his bed, and it was only then that I finally resumed breathing. Kenny had been jerking off. More importanly, he had been doing it while he looked at me. I was glad that I hadn't interrupted him, because knowing him he would have jumped out the window or something. I did wish I could have seen him while he masturbated, because that would have been incredibly exciting. What should I do now? Part of me wanted to climb into his bed, but what would Kenny think? I was used to being the passive one, and I was terrified at the thought of being the one that made the first move. Eventually, I ended up staying in my own bed that night, but I didn't get much sleep, because my mind was working overtime. 3. The days that followed. Kenny was very nervous around me in the days that followed, and if I had not noticed what he had done that night I would have been confused. Since I understood, I let him come around gradually, and by the end of the week he was his usual self. We went to our regular hangout the next weekend, and after we ran out of money we ended up back at our place with the six-pack we had managed to buy with our meager fortunes. "I smell like an ashtray," Kenny remarked, and we usually did after a night at the club we attended. Everybody but us smoked in the place, and the joint had no air circulating either. "Me too," I said as I headed to the bathroom. "I think I'm going to take a shower." "Save me some hot water," Kenny called after me. I wanted to suggest that Kenny hop in with me, but discretion ruled the moment, so I rinsed myself off alone. I was tempted to do a little more than wash, as my dick got hard when I imagined Kenny in the shower with me, but settled for the cleansing and hopped out of the stall after turning off the water. "It's all yours," I said as I emerged from the bathroom, holding my towel casually in front of me. Kenny was looking at everything but what I wanted him to as we passed each other, and when I heard the water come on I grabbed a beer and hopped onto my bed. I draped the towel over my lap as I sat with my back against the headboard and glanced at a magazine. Kenny had put Miles Davis' Bitches Brew on our sorry stereo, and my mind drifted as Miles played softly. Would Kenny do what he did last week? And if he did, what would I do? I had replayed that scene countless times in my mind, and had wished I had reacted differently each time. I wished I had opened my eyes wide and watched Kenny jerk off. I wished I had followed him back to his bed and done what I longed to do to him. I wished I had done - anything. Anything but what I did, which was nothing. If it happened tonight, I knew that I would not make that mistake again. 4. Conversation. Kenny came out of the bathroom, with his white knee length bathrobe wrapped tightly around himself, depriving me of so much as a glimpse of his body. Kenny went over to his dresser and rooted around before finding what he was looking for. "Hey, want to smoke this?" Kenny said as he held up a crooked little joint. "I got this a few days ago from a guy for helping him with a paper he was having trouble with." "Cool," I said. "Man, I don't really need this," Kenny said as he sat on the edge of my bed and lit the sorry joint. "I'm drunk enough." That was the second or third time he had mentioned that since we had gotten home, and while it was true that we had drunk enough to get a good buzz, we certainly hadn't had enough to get wrecked. This got my mind working again. We smoked the joint, and Kenny stayed on the edge of my bed as we gingerly handed it back and forth, finally giving it up only when it became microscopic. "Uh... would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" Kenny said with considerable difficulty, and I told him to go ahead. "Are you gay?" I was taken aback by the question, and it took me a minute to think of what to say. "What brought that on?" I finally answered. "Some guy asked me if we were roommates, and when I told him we were, he asked me if you had come on to me yet because you were a queer." "Oh," I said. "Ummm... the answer is, I don't know." "You don't know?" "Not really," I admitted. "I like girls - a lot more than they like me obviously. Have I had sex with guys? Yes." "Oh." The record ended, and the clicking sound that the arm made as it came off the disc was the only sound in the room. "Well, I guess that's what you would call a deafening silence," I finally said, and that got a smile out of Kenny. "Sorry," Kenny said. "Are you going to throw me out of here?" I asked with considerable trepidation. "Hell no," Kenny said with a laugh. "I was just wondering." "Well, wonder no more," I replied. "What's it like? With a guy, I mean." "You mean compared with a girl? I dunno. You're the only one in the room who's made it with a girl," I said, Kenny having told me many times of the two girls he had screwed back home. "I'm not that much of an expert. My first time was only last summer, and I've only been with three men." "You never thought about being with a guy before that?" Kenny asked. "Not really, it just happened, and I discovered that I enjoyed it. Why are you bringing this subject up? If you don't mind my asking, that is." "It's kind of embarrassing," Kenny said as he looked down at the floor. "Hey, I just made a rather big confession a minute ago," I said. "That's the least you can do, don't you think?" "I guess so," Kenny admitted. "It's just that, I don't know. We're around each other all of the time, and - this is weird. I never felt like this before anybody, I swear." "Felt like what?" "It's just that, I see your body a lot, and at first I just thought it was more like I was just envious, and admired your physique." "Thanks, but it's not that great," I said shyly. "I think it is," Kenny said. "Then last week, when you walked through the room naked... I dunno. I can't explain." "You're doing fine so far," I said, my skin tingling with excitement. "It's just that - I never got excited seeing another guy before," Kenny confessed. "And when I saw you naked, and saw - you know." "My puny little dick excited you?" I asked as I pulled the towel off, exposing myself to Kenny's shock. "Mine's small too," Kenny said. "Well, you've seen mine twice now," I said. "I should at least get to see yours once. Besides, size doesn't matter." Kenny leaned over and turned the lamp off and then clicked the 3-way light to the lowest setting and stood up, nervously fiddling with the knot on his robe. The delay only served to heighten my anticipation, until I felt I was going to explode, and I felt my dick getting hard in response. The robe finally parted, and my eyes devoured Kenny's dick, a slender little tube that looked remarkably like my own and perhaps even thinner. His balls were certainly impressive, an oversized pair that hung low between his legs, and his entire package was framed with a compact but thick bush of dark brown hair. "See?" Kenny said, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Works for me," I said, nodding toward my boner, which was twitching nervously as Kenny sat next to me. "I'm not - I don't know," Kenny stammered. I motioned for Kenny to sit back down, and when he did and reached out for his hand, drawing it over toward my dick. His fingers were trembling as they made contact with my erection, and I held his hand onto my dick until he wrapped his fingers around it. "Not so bad, is it?" I asked him, and Kenny nodded his head while staring tight-lipped at what he was holding. "Let me play too," I said as I reached over and took his limp dick between my thumb and index finger, giving it a few gentle tugs which made Kenny gasp. Kenny's cock felt very rubbery as I began pulling on it with a little more vigor, and as I felt him grow harder with each tug, I soon realized that my dream of being with a guy built like myself was not going to be fulfilled this time. "Uh... Kenny?" I said as my hand slid up and now the shaft of Kenny's now fully engorged member. "Your cock is not small, man." Indeed it wasn't, as I looked at the stiff tool in my hand. While it was very slender, there was no way you could call it small. It had to be at least six or seven inches, and while I saw my fantasy of being with a guy less endowed than I was clearly not going to happen here that day, it wasn't the worst thing in the world. More importantly, as I had Kenny stand up beside the bed while I rolled off and knelt in front of him, his cock was beautiful. I had seen impressive ones, and intimidating ones, but his was the first one that ever struck me as beautiful. Kenny cock was a pale white, with a single vein running down the top of the shaft. I reached up and circled his tool at the base with my thumb and index finger, which were a perfect fit. Kenny cock was very stiff and had a very gentle arch to it, and was capped with a gumdrop-shaped head that was moist at the tip with a tiny bead of pre-cum. My mouth enveloped the tiny head, savoring the flavor of Kenny's drippings, and he let out a moan as my tongue danced around the bulb. Kenny's legs were shaking as my lips slid a few inches down the shaft before retreating. My right hand held the base of his dick while I brought my left hand up and began kneading his balls. The big hairless sac felt so good in my hand, and Kenny kept groaning as I handled the weighty orbs roughly, finally letting his dick pop out of my mouth for a second and taking each of them in, one at a time. Kenny was running his hands through my hair as I went back to that gorgeous dick of his, and now I began to take him deeper, with each trip my lips sliding further and further down his tool. Kenny's bush was tickling the bridge of my nose as I went further and further down, and I realized that I soon would be taking the entire length of Kenny in my mouth, something I had never done to anyone before. The tip of his arching dick was tickling my throat as my mouth reached the base of Kenny's dick, and I began to slowly take all of him down my throat in a tantalizingly slow way. Kenny's legs were trembling as I let my moist lips glide ever-so-slowly all the way down the length of his cock, and then when I had it all in, my mouth came back at the same slow speed. "Ooooow!!" Kenny howled as he pulled at my hair. "Please - can't hold it." The last thing I wanted Kenny to do was hold anything back, but I wanted to prolong what seemed to be sweet agony for him, so I kept slowly gobbling his dick in the same methodical manner, and reveled in the way Kenny's legs were turning to jelly. "Faster - please!" Kenny begged... whimpered as he bent over, trying to thrust into my mouth in an effort to cum. I held his hips tightly, and made him wait. I could tell he was right on the brink of cumming, as my mouth was holding a great deal of the seed that already had drooled out of him, but I wanted it all. Kenny cried out as I swallowed him deep again, cupping his ass cheeks this time as I sucked as hard as I could. His cock erupted into me, and I fought the urge to gag as Kenny's dick jerked violently in my mouth. Again and again his dick spurted out jets of his warm seed, and I struggled to keep swallowing and letting it run out the sides of my mouth as I kept deep-throating him. More Than Sex Finally, Kenny's cock stopped cumming, although it still twitched in my mouth as he began to grow limp. I kept sucking him until his cock had resumed the modest little form I had first seen it in, and let it go as I climbed onto the bed and looked over at Kenny, who looked like he had just been hit by a bus. 5. My turn. Kenny's upper torso was covered with sweat, his hairless chest glistening in the soft light. His face was a ruddy pink, a result of the way I had been able to keep from cumming for so long, and he was shaking his head as he sat down beside me on the bed. "That was..." Kenny said as he looked at me in shock. "Good?" I asked. "Oh man that was the best orgasm I ever had in my life!" Kenny gushed. "Girls - by myself - anytime. I can't believe it! I thought I was going to pass out there for a minute." "Great!" I told him. "Glad you liked it. It was good for me too." Kenny's eyes went down to my dick, which was semi-erect, and looked back up at me. "Kenny, you don't have to if you don't feel comfortable about it yet." "I want to," Kenny said as his hand reached over and grabbed my dick, which sprang back to attention immediately. "I'm just - I don't know." "It's okay Kenny," I told him. "Do whatever you want, whenever you want to. I'm not going anywhere, and besides, that feels nice." Kenny had my dick in his fist, and only the head was visible as I throbbed in his fist. "Now, THAT'S a little dick!" I remarked as I nodded toward my barely visible crown. "I thought you said size didn't matter," Kenny said softly, throwing my own words back at me. With that, Kenny knelt next to me and began to lower his head over my dick. After more than a few false starts, I watched as Kenny took the head of my dick into his mouth and began sliding up and down on it. I groaned as I watched Kenny's first attempt at cocksucking. I ran my hand up and down his hairy calf, feeling the crinkly fur as arousing as I had always thought it would be. Kenny glanced up at me from time to time, looking for signs that he was doing alright, and I kept nodding and groaning as he sucked me. Was it great? No, but I'm sure my first efforts were shaky as well. It wasn't the quality of it, it was the sight of my friend with his lips around my member that was exciting. "Kenny, I'm going to cum soon," I told him, wanting to give him the option on what to do next. Kenny seemed torn as to what to do, and I knew what I would have preferred, but I was not surprised when Kenny straightened up and began jerking me off, his thumb and index finger pumping me hard while his other hand squeezed my cherry tomato-sized balls. Even this was great to me, as Kenny worked on my dick with his hand. I had all the inspiration I needed right next to me, as I had worked my hand behind and under Kenny so I was playing with his dangling balls when I felt my orgasm rise up within me. My dick squirted out jets of cum onto my stomach and chest under Kenny's jacking, and after my orgasm ended Kenny continued to try and squeeze out some more cum. When he had urged a last bead of cum out onto the tip of my dick, Kenny surprised me by leaning down and touching the cum with his tongue. Then, after a second, brought his mouth down over my dick and sucked it clean. "Sorry," Kenny said. "Wish I hadn't chickened out. Tastes okay." "That's alright Kenny, because it was great for me." "Next time," Kenny said softly, and I broke out into a big grin, which confused Kenny. "The way you said next time," I told him. "I was afraid that this was going to be a one time thing, and you would say you were drunk or something. You saying that there was going to be a next time made me incredibly happy." "As long as you can bear with me," Kenny said. "I don't really know if what I'm doing is good or not." "You know what you like, and chances are I like the same things," I assured Kenny. "I'm new at this too, remember, so we can practice on each other." "Thanks Tim," Kenny said. "I'm so glad this happened." I agreed, although what I was feeling for Kenny was starting to feel like a lot more than friendship. 6. Does it hurt? We lay beside each other in bed in silence, letting our hands explore each other's bodies as I tried to figure out whether Kenny was ready for something else new. I knew what I wanted, and when I felt Kenny's stiff cock brush against my thigh, I decided to come right out and ask him. "You seem to have recovered," I remarked as I stroked his long stiff tube. "This is all so exciting for me," Kenny said. "I've spent weeks looking at your body and wondered what it would be like to touch you." "How would you feel about trying something else?" "Like what?" "I want you to fuck me," I said, and I feel Kenny's cock surge in my hand when I spoke. "Does it hurt?" Kenny asked shyly. "Will it hurt you?" I giggled. "Hell no. It should be just like fucking a girl, only a lot tighter." "No, I meant you. Won't it hurt you?" "It should be a nice mix of pain and pleasure," I told him. "I didn't think that pain was going to enter into the equation at all at first, but now that I've seen how long your cock is... well, just be gentle with me at first and it will be fine." Kenny reacted just like the other men I had been with when I praised his endowment. He loved being told how special his equipment was, and I found it exciting to say it too. "I wouldn't want to hurt you for anything," Kenny said. "Just tell me what to do." I reached into my night table and pulled out a tube of lubricant, squeezing out some into my palm and began working it all over his cock, the coolness making Kenny jump. "Ooooh Timmy - that feels so good," Kenny groaned. "Never feels that way when I do that to myself." "Always a lot nicer when somebody that cares about you does it for you," I agreed as I applied some more lube to Kenny's balls, roughly working his sack as Kenny squirmed and grunted." "Hurt?" "Geez no," Kenny blurted out. "Feels great." "Like your balls handled a little rough?" I said as I began working his nuts with even more intensity. "Damn, you've got quite a pair on you Kenny! They're beautiful." "Wasted... all these weeks," Kenny blurted out between gasps as his well oiled nuts got kneaded and pulled. "Thought you weren't attracted to me." "No way man, I didn't want to screw up the living arrangement at first, and then after I got to know you I didn't want to lose your friendship," I told Kenny. "When you would lay back on the bed reading a book, with your free arm behind your head, that made me take quite a few cold showers." "Like this?" Kenny asked, leaning back and putting his hand behind his neck. A chill ran down my spine, and I was unable to resist leaning over and biting Kenny's nipples slightly before letting my mouth drift over to Kenny's exposed armpit, burying my face in the soft thicket of dark brown hair that filled the gentle hollow. Kenny seemed shocked at this, but within a few seconds was groaning and wiggling around frantically, before pushing me away abruptly, depriving me of something I had often fantasized about. "Sorry," I said. "I was going to come if you didn't stop," Kenny said, and I had forgotten that I had been churning his nuts all that time. "That felt incredible! I never imagined how great..." "In that case," I said as I let go of his balls and resumed nibbling and kissing Kenny's armpit a little longer before raising myself up on my hands and handing Kenny the tube of lube. "Use your index finger," I instructed a very nervous Kenny as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide. Kenny's finger grazed against my puckered anus, as he looked at me with fear in his eyes. I nodded encouragement, and Kenny slowly slid his digit into me, getting a moan from me in reply. I told Kenny to use another finger, and when he saw the favorable response that got, he began moving them both around inside of me. "Now," I told Kenny, and had him climb between my legs, pushing some bedding under the base of my spine. "Do it this way. I want to see you." Kenny's cock was hard and swaying in front of him as he moved closer, and then I felt the tip of his dick against my anus. He lurched forward a bit, and his slender cock slid in easily. I raised my hips toward Kenny in delight, feeling his warm tool penetrate me in an way I had not been privy to before. It felt so nice to have something inside me that wasn't tearing me up, and I thrust my hips into Kenny as he made tenative thrusts, but he only had about half of his cock inside me. "Harder Kenny," I implored him. "Stick all of that long pole of yours inside me." Kenny's face gave the impression that he was on a roller coaster, with his eyes as big as saucers, as he slid his dick in further. "Feels so good - so tight," Kenny said. "For me too!" I grunted. "I want it all." Kenny slid forward, and I felt his nuts slapping against my backside as he began slipping that long prong in and out of me harder and harder. I reached up and pinched his nipple with one hand, while my other hand yanked on my own dick. "Omigod!" Kenny said as he watched me frantically yanking on my boner. "That's so sexy looking... can't... gonna cum!" Kenny gasped. I wrapped my legs around Kenny's slender hips as best I could while his cock jerked inside of me, and I felt his warm cum filling my ass while my own coated my stomach. Kenny's cock twitched inside of me as his orgasm ebbed slowly, and I smiled up at him while I felt his dick grow limp inside of me, slipping out eventually as it withered. Kenny was grinning too, and then did something that I was not expecting, as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips. What started out as a peck because something else altogether, as our tongues dueled. The look Kenny gave me could have meant one of many things, but I knew what my look meant. I was in love. ****** My relationship with Kenny lasted the rest of the semester, and was a wonderful experience for me. When we went our separate ways at the school year's end, we promised to keep in touch and meet again the next year. Ultimately, I was unable to go back out there for my sophomore year, finances forcing me to stay close to home for the rest of my education. Our communication eventually became less and less frequent, finally ending with an sad acknowledgement that we were over. Nice while it lasted though. Very nice indeed. **** Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. More Than She Assked For Her name was Melody, or Mel. Anyhow, everyone called her "Mel," and she hated it. Nothing she could do. She was petite, standing a full height of 5'2". Her auburn hair fell in gentle waves to her shoulders, and her pale face was freckled. Her father was Irish, her mother a many-generation American. Her 18th birthday had just passed, she had her driver's license and was excited to be without the limitations of not being a legal adult. It was mid-October at the time, and she was diving into her Senior year at Oakbrook High. Kevin was her boyfriend of 2 years, and their anniversary was coming up. He was a month older than her, and had gotten his license a while ago. He was much taller than Mel, not saying much. His eyes were a gentle blue, and his brown hair was always falling in his face. Both of their parents were unfortunately conservative, so their only time to get intimate was in the car. Being a good boyfriend, Kevin took Mel out the day after her birthday. Her parents required her for dinner on the actual day. Mel was eagerly waiting at her doorway. As usual, Kevin pulled up in his silver Honda precisely on time. She always appreciated his punctuality. He rang the door bell and she ran out with a quick goodbye to her parents. He took her hand as they walked casually to the car. In the car, he handed her a box with a big pink bow on it. "For me?" She asked, smiling. "Of course." He smiled back, pushing her to open it. When she opened the box, she giggled. Inside was a very sexy set of lingerie. "You always look lovely in blue." He whispered in her ear. A few minutes later, they pulled up to the deserted park. Making sure no one else was around, they slipped into the back seat. She pulled him into a kiss. Their tongues met in the middle and danced around each other. Soon, Kevin moved down to her neck, her shoulder, and her stomach. Mel slipped her shirt off to reveal a lacy black bra, that was quickly removed. He sucked her nipple, biting gently with his teeth. She breathed heavily, and his hands moved downward. Her skirt came off, and then her stockings. He ran his fingers gently over clit, and leaned in for another kiss. The windows of the car were steaming in the cool October air. Her hips bucked, making the car rock gently. As she felt herself tensing, ready to explode, she leaned over and said "your turn." Before he could react Mel pushed him backwards. The back seat of the car was unfortunately cramped. Her hands went down to his belt buckle. His manhood was already stiff when she took it in her hand. With a smooth movement, she took him in her mouth. He let out a groan of pleasure. She took all 8 inches in her mouth making him moan. She sucked slowly, watching his reaction. Before too long, he gently pulled her into another kiss. His shirt was ripped off along with his jeans. "Fuck me." She looked at him with her deep green eyes, inviting him to fill her waiting pussy. He entered her slowly, making her moan softly. She was always tight, and it felt like their bodies were made for each other. He reached down to massage her breasts. Slowly picking up speed, they rocked the car. "I'm coming!" She yelled. Their lips met in passion, as he put in a final thrust. He felt himself explode within her. They slowly cooled off and put their clothes back on. Checking the time, she gasped. "I better get home, or my parents will think something has happened." They hopped back into the front seat, and he dropped her off as if all they had done was take a romantic walk in the park. As she lay in bed, she touched herself as she thought of Kevin. Tomorrow, she had tutoring after school, so she wouldn't have time to be with Kevin until that evening. She sighed, she could wait. School passed slowly, as usual. And after history, her last period class, she walked to Mr. Berne's room. He would coach her privately because her grades in math were horrible, and she wanted to get into a good college. She knocked on the door, and heard a voice say "Come in!" She entered the room, and sat down opposite John Berne. He got up and closed the door and turned the lock. "Why..." She started. "We don't want anyone interrupting." He smiled. "So, you want to better your grades? Yes?" She nodded. "What are you willing to do?" "Anything," she said, "I want to go to a good school." "Anything?" He raised his eyebrows. "Well then, let this first day be the day where you prove that you will do anything. Never speak of this." She stared at him with horror. She hadn't meant absolutely anything, and now she was stuck. Everyone else would be gone from the school, so no one would come to her aid. He smiled at her again. "Mel, stand up, I want to get a good look at you." She did as she was told, not knowing what else to do. "Ahh, beautiful. Exquisite, really. Now, show me more." When she stood there not doing anything he rose to his feet. "Oh, don't be contrary." He took a few quick strides over to her and forcibly pulled her into a kiss. She was too weak to get away. "Don't fight me. It will only make it worse for you later." He gave her a cold, cold smile. His hands quickly went down to the buttons on her school uniform. He ripped her shirt off and threw it to the side; her bra followed soon. His mouth went to her perky nipples, and in spite of herself, it felt good. She still stood there, doing her best not to react. Still sucking on her nipples, he removed her plaid skirt and panties. "Spread your legs, slut." She glared at him at those words. "Do it." He said, when she hesitated. Her stance was unsteady, especially with the man between her legs. He licked her clit, making her tremble. He slipped one finger in, then two, then three, stretching her pussy wide. She cried out in pain. He moved his fingers in and out slowly until her wetness was running down her legs. She shook in her orgasm. He took his fingers out and stuck them in her mouth. "Suck them. Taste yourself." She did so slightly tearfully. How could this happen to her? She had a boyfriend, a loving family, and now... what? He extracted his fingers from her mouth and removed his own clothing. His cock was half-erect, but even in it's half-limp state it looked huge. Mel gasped. The tears welled in her eyes, she would have to take that? "Oh, this isn't as big as it gets, slut. Suck it!" She slowly took the tip in her mouth. She was too slow. He shoved his manhood into her mouth, causing her to choke. He pulled out again and in and out. The tears dripped down her cheeks, she could hardly breathe. His breathing became faster. "I'm cumming. Swallow it all, bitch." She nodded tearfully. Her throat burned. His chest heaved, and he shot his seed into her mouth. She did her best to swallow, tears still pouring. She sat back, maybe that was all she had to do, maybe. "Slut, I'm not done with you. Up on the desk!" She stood up warily. He pushed her back onto the desk, and pinned her shoulders down. She stared, terrified. His already big cock had grown to at least 10 inches. She was thankful that he entered her slowly. The walls of her dripping pussy stretched to accommodate his girth. She let out a moan. "You like it big then, don't you?" She just lay there. "Answer me, slut!" She nodded slightly. "Now what do you want me to do?" She could feel his manhood throbbing, and she wanted to get this over with. She knew what she was supposed to say. "Tell me." He ordered. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Louder!" He shouted. "Fuck me." She said it loud enough this time. He pushed the last few inches of his dick in. All the way in, Mel almost lost herself in the feeling. How could he be this big? He wasn't gentle like Kevin. He fucked her hard, keeping her shoulders pinned down to the desk. When he was close to cumming he slowed down, and pulled out. "Turn over." He said. "What?" She wondered. "Bend over the desk like the dirty little whore you are." She bent over the desk like he told her too. He stuck two fingers into her pussy and pushed them in and out a few times. "Time to take it in that pretty little ass of yours." She started. "No." "What was that?" "Yes, sir." Her tears started to flow again. She had never done this before, and she was horrified that he would take her this far. His fingers slowly entered her hole. He stretched her hole, and her eyes watered. It hurt. He withdrew his fingers. He stuck his cock into her pussy to get some lubrication, and she felt the tip of his dick on her ass. He took his time pushing his considerable manhood in. She moaned, it felt so good and so painful at the same time. He stood for a few seconds to let her get used to the feeling of his cock in her ass, before he moved. He thrusted slowly at first and then faster and faster. His breathing was ragged. Mel was sobbing from all the pain and the humiliation. He thrust harder and harder. Her ass felt like there was a fire burning in it. His breaths came faster. "Fuck!" He let out. His cum exploded into her tight ass. Her chest heaved, eyes streaming. He drew out. "Clean me up, slut." She collapsed on her first try to kneel. Her ass now felt open and empty. But she leaned forward and took him in her mouth again. She licked around his head and down to his balls. He groaned. He dressed, and sat back down at his desk. "Well, I hope you learned a lot today. You may go." She turned around and headed for the door. "Oh," she heard the voice from behind, "See you next week!" She looked back. What had she gotten herself into? But maybe, after all, it wasn't so bad. More Than She Bargained For All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author. MORE THAN SHE BARGAINED FOR April checked one last time to make sure everything was ready. It’s her day off and it’s been so long since she practiced a little self-bondage, and she’s been working herself up for this all week. She stands in front of the full-length mirror and smiles at what she sees, 5’4, with 38 C tits, a little plump but not fat, her pussy has been freshly shaved, long, toned legs. Not to bad for a 40 yr old woman. She had taken a long hot bath and given herself a cleansing enema. And now she was wearing a tight pair of rubber panties holding vibrating dildos in her cunt and her ass, as well as a high speed vibrator held snug against her clit, all just waiting for a flick of the switch to be turned on. Knowing that her orgasms are much more powerful when she has a full bladder, she's forced herself to drink an 8 oz glass of water every 10 minutes for the last hour. She's tied a spreader bar to the feet of the couch, and placed large cuffs at the very ends for her knees, making sure she can't move them together even an inch. She double checks on the rope over her head, the top end is tied to a hook on the underside of the coffee table and then stretched to reach arm length above her head, the free end is doubled up so there is a loop then the end was left in a small pan of water which was then frozen. The loop will release when the ice melts allowing her to move her hands and reach the keys that are conveniently placed where she can use them, Dawn figures it will take about 2 hours for the ice to melt. Almost ready, she thinks, and takes a thin length of twine and wraps it tightly around the base of her left tit several times. She does the same on her right tit then ties them securely together. Her tits bulge out, the nipples becoming like hard little diamonds. April lies on the floor and puts the cuffs around her knees. Then she turns on all the vibes and last, she puts eight clothespins on the flesh of each tit, making a circle around each nipple. She's has two more clothespins attached to a long string which goes thru a hook in the ceiling then down and is tied to her thighs. She places these closepins directly on her nipples, but (purposely) they are just a little too short and stretches each one up to the ceiling. Before she can change her mind, she locks her right wrist into a leather cuff, and passing the connecting chain thru the loop, pulls the blindfold down, and locks the left cuff on. It only takes about a minute before the first orgasm hits. April starts to squirm., her hips rising and falling, pulling painfully on strings for the clothespins on her nipples. If she hadn't done such a thorough job of immobilizing herself, this is where she would have stopped, she would have gotten up and gone on with her day. But as it was, this was only the beginning. It takes a little while longer for her to cum the second time, and she does her best to hold it off, but eventually the sensations overtake her again and this time it's an even harder orgasm. Over and over again the cycle goes, her body is covered with sweat and she feels weak as a kitten. She has no idea how many times she's come or how much time has passed. Suddenly, April hears a noise that shouldn't be there, it sounds like someone else is in the house. She's helpless though, she can't go investigate, and now she's cumming again. Just as she starts she hears a voice saying, "Isn't this nice, I was just going to help myself to your valuables, but now I think I'll help myself to you.” April has no idea who this is, or how he got in, she's tied up tight and totally helpless as big, rough hands molest her. “I like this,” he says as he grabs the clothespins on her tits and gives them a vigorous shake. Just for starters, He grabs Aprils hair and feeds her his hardened cock. "Suck it good, Slut" he says as he shoves it down her throat. He pushes his way in till his balls are slapping at April's chin, using her hair to pump up and down as she gags and struggles for breath. He gets even harder and she thinks he's about to shoot his load down her throat when he abruptly pulls out. "I'm not ready to stop yet, but I want to get more use out of you before I cum….the first time. He leaves her for a moment, and she realizes he's taking the cuff off one knee. As he does she tries to kick out but he has her ankle in his hand and just laughs at her. "You don't think I wasn't ready for that, do you?? You'll still have to pay for it though". He pulls the rubber panties off the leg he's freed, but leaves the vibrators still inside. Then he replaces the cuff and untying the spreader bar from the couch, pulls it up and ties it onto the hooks on the coffee table. "This will work out just fine," he mutters, then pauses and she hears him pulling his belt off his pants. "This will work out great" WHOOSH, The belt whistles thru the air until it lands right in the middle of her ass. Again, and again, and again….He doesn't stop, just keeps whipping her without mercy as fast and as hard as he can. April realizes that even though she is scared to death, and the pain is more than she ever thought she could take…..she's cumming again, harder than before, harder than she believed she could cum. He hits her 40 or 50 times before he stops and reaches in and yanks out the big fat dildo in her cunt. "Just got it primed for me" he taunts then steps behind her and without warning, forces the head of his cock into her pussy. It's tight, because he so big but he doesn't give her any time to get accustomed to it, he takes one breath and slams his entire dick into her cunt. Hard and fast he fucks her, violently and brutally. Digging his fingers into her abused cheeks he rides her like a jack hammer pounding the concrete during rush hour. He reaches over and pushes two meaty fingers into her ass, not even bothering to pull the butt plug out first, "You are such a fucking slut, aren't you, you are getting off on this as much as I am. The more I hurt you, the more you cum. That's lucky for you, I guess, because I plan to hurt you a lot before I'm done" Reaching to the strings holding the clothspins on her nipples, he gives them a sharp yank and pulls the clothespins off her nipples, then viciously rips the rest of them off too. It hurts so much, Dawn cum again. Just then, the ice finally melts threw. April makes a move to lower her arms and push him away, but he’s way to quick for her. He grabs the keys and moves them out of her reach then unties the spreader bar and flips her face down. He hooks the chain between to the hook on the coffee table. Forcing April onto her knees, he runs a long piece of twine around the twine on her tits, he pulls the end to the spreader bar, cinches it close and ties it off, leaving her ass high in the air and her face crushed against the floor. That was a mistake, Slut, I’m going to have to punish you now. He picks up his belt again and proceeds to bring welts to her ass and thighs. “Such a dirty whore needs to be cleaned out. April shivers as he leaves her for a moment and she hears water running. He comes back way too soon and after a minute, yanks the butt plug out. April feels a bulbous nozzle being pumped into her cunt, then pulled out and savagely thrust into her asshole. “Nothing like four quarts of hot soapy water to clean out a dirty whore.” She feels the hot spray filling her bowels. The soap creates a burning irritation all the way in. He’s hung the bag high, so it’s rushing in fast, creating an instant need to expel, but the nozzle is too big to let any pass. She starts cramping and moaning, but He isn’t done, he smears a glob of something slippery and thick on her clit and begins rubbing, She realizes it’s Icy Hot and her clit catches fire as he rubs faster. Every part of her hurts, and she’s been cumming for over two hours, but He’s not done yet, when the enema bag is totally empty He pulls the nozzle out quickly, only to replace it with his long, thick, hard cock. He takes a handful of hair and pulls her head up as he churns the soapy water in her ass. He thrusts hard and fast and incredibly, she feels him grow even harder inside her. Releasing her hair, he alternately slaps her ass and drags his fingernails over the lines he’s left with his belt. Letting out a loud yell, he adds his load of cum to the enema inside her. He pulls his cock out and slams the largest butt plug she owns deep into her ass. Then after once again whipping her ass and thighs, he places the keys in her hand. “Count to 200 before you use these, or I’ll be back and you won’t get off so easy.” He walks out the door, and April starts counting, then rushes to the bathroom, barely getting herself unencumbered and cleaned up before she falls into bed and goes deeply asleep. When she wakes up in the morning, she is cocooned in her lovers cherishing arms, She kisses him awake and whispers “Thank you, that was everything I fantased about” as they make slow, sweet, careful love. More Than She Bargained For Although the conference appeared as if it was going to be a complete waste of her time, Jane had no regrets about the four days that she would be away from the office. Sure there was that pile of work that continued to grow in her absence, but she was preoccupied with more tantalizing thoughts. After more months than she could recall, Jane and her e-mail "buddy" were finally going to actually meet in person and have some private time to share together. She arrived the night before, while he was arriving on a flight later tonight and would catch his hotel shuttle at the airport around 7:00. Jane couldn't believe how this all seemed to fall into place so perfectly. Hell, she didn't think that they'd ever actually meet. For sure they had this hot e-mail thing going. His little erotic notes were so vivid. They had a way of making her so wet and horny (and of always making her touch herself), but he was all they way out west. The likelihood of either of them going to opposite ends of the country was quite improbable. Besides could he (could any guy) live up to the text of his stories? Then about a month ago, she mentioned as an afterthought in an e-mail that she'd be in Orlando attending a conference in a few weeks with her boss, and was shocked when he replied that he would be in Orlando at the same time! In fact, his conference was being hosted at the hotel opposite hers. Jane still wasn't sure if this might work because of her boss being there and all, but then it turned out that the boss's wife was making him accompany her to an 'emergency' family function in another state. Since they'd paid for the conference, she'd need to go alone to represent their office (the boss didn't trust her with any of the other male employees). From that revelation until now, there had been a flurry of e-mails between the two on-line 'friends' as they secretly planned their time together right up until the night before she left. They even exchanged cell numbers for the first time so she could give him her room number when she arrived. Jane's plane was delayed, and she had gotten in so late that she went right to her room after a drink in the empty bar and then masturbated for hours to a porno movie on the pay-per-view she ordered (She wanted to be all primed for him but would exercise restraint and abstain the next day in order to be super horny). When she woke in the morning, her pussy was really sore from all the anticipatory attention it had gotten last night, and she was so exhausted that it was a real effort staying focused on her meetings. She found herself being constantly distracted by the stories he had written her. She smiled (even giggled) because her panties always felt damp with her excitement. Now with the final breakout session concluded, she decided to take a stroll down to the pool to while away the rest of the afternoon. She slipped into her sexiest swim suit and let her fingers tease her honey pot just one time before pulling the panties of her suit up her shapely thighs. She was soooooo wet still, but she didn't have time to dally. She still needed to call him before heading out and fished her cell phone from her purse. Her heart was just pounding through her chest as she dialed his number. They'd never actually spoken before and she was really nervous and excited. As it rang and rang, she knew that his voice mail would just click in. "Hi! Sorry that I can't personally take your call right now. Please leave me a message and your phone number, and I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as I can (beeeeep!)." Mmmmmmmm, very nice phone voice she thought. "Hi, baby. It's Jane. You don't need to call me back. I just wanted you to know that I'm in room 627, and the view is everything you have imagined. Don't you plan on getting too much rest tonight. I watched a naughty movie last night to see if there were any new tricks I could learn. Now I will go and tease the other male patrons, but they can't touch! See you soon (click). As she got into the empty elevator, Jane decided that she would continue working on getting herself really worked up. She wanted to be in a real horny state for her lover tonight and planned to be a real tease this afternoon. She knew that her skimpy swimsuit would catch every male eye around the pool. From behind her sunglasses she enjoyed how some men had to role over on to their stomachs or slip into the cool water to conceal their growing excitement as they watched her saunter in to the pool area. At one point it was she that had to roll over, but is was to conceal her laughter when one husband was being scolded by his wife. Apparently he had been too obvious as he tried staring down that little opening between the waistline of her low cut swim suit bottom and her flat tummy. Later she politely brushed aside an advance (while flashing a little cleavage) from one of the braver but portly gentlemen hoping for a score. When she rolled over, she undid her strap as if attempting to tan without any tan lines. However, Jane knew full well that every male eye was on her as she feigned repositioning herself. She'd lift up just enough to where her top pulled away from her and yet her nipples weren't quite revealed. The more the men around the pool stared, the more aroused she became. She was going crazy herself. Her nipples ached to be rubbed and sucked. Her pussy was getting very wet. She could hardly wait for tonight. It must've been between five and 6:00 when she decided that she'd saunter back to her room. Stopping by the bar for a tall cool one to take with her, she noticed how a couple guys sitting at a table by the TV were eying her and not the ballgame. She decided to have a little fun with these guys and give them a little show. Jane knew that it was risky to be flirting like this. Still, she liked how she could get guys all worked up with a peek here and a wiggle there. This could be such a turn on, and she wanted to be completely turned on and ready by the time he arrived tonight. When her long neck arrived, she turned and leaned back against the bar. Then while looking at nothing in particular, she slid the cool glass bottle down the right side of her cheek, across her collar bone, and rested it on her sternum, just above where a small piece of fabric joined the two cups of her top. Then she caressed the long neck with the fingers on her left hand as if urging a cock to wake up. Jane knew that she had their complete attention now, and raising the opening to her mouth, she let her tongue swirl around the top of the opening before downing half the beer. She turned back to the bar and smiled as one glass from the occupied table crashed to the floor. Pushing her little butt out, Jane leaned over the bar and motioned for the bartender to get her a second beer. She knew that she better get going before she couldn't stop herself. As it was, she knew that she was soaking wet with excitement down there. Christ! Why couldn't the time go any more quickly? Back up in her room, she had almost finished the second beer when she noticed the blinking light on the phone. Picking up the phone, her heart sank. Thunder showers in Dallas delayed his connecting flight one to two more hours. Shit! He may not arrive until well after 9:00 tonight! If he thought he'd have time to prepare and get some rest before his conference, he had better think it through again because if she had her way, there'd be no sleeping tonight -- and she would have her way. She had thought about calling his cell, but she knew she'd just be all whiney, and there was nothing he could really do. She thought about the bar or another porno movie, but she had teased herself enough and just wanted the real thing. So she opted for a shower. The slight beer buzz and the warm water felt nice and helped soothe her. She knew she shouldn't but she was so horny. One hand instinctively found an aching nipple needing attention. The other worked its way further south as she soaped her other breast, then her flat tummy and beyond. Even though she wanted to be totally primed for him, she had just gotten too worked up during the day and needed a little release. Both hands were expert at their tasks. Her right hand was rolling the left nipple between the forefinger and thumb, pulling at it with little loving tugs. The left hand was down to her pubic area, and as she soaped her little honey pot, she let the soap drop to the shower floor as she let her fingers knowingly take over. She knew this wouldn't take long. She closed her eyes and imagined all those guys in the bar in the shower with her. She imagined a cock in her mouth, another in her hand, one in her pussy, and (Oooo, yes) one back there as well. And then......And then.......And then....... Ohhhhhhhhhhh, God! Her knees slightly buckled as she moaned a deep release while her pussy twitched -- two finger buried inside her as her palm pressured her clit. It wasn't like her favorite toy, but this was very nice nonetheless. As she opened her eyes and realized she was still alone, she moped out of the shower and toweled off. She'd lost her appetite but thought she might mosey back down to the bar. Slipping into some sexy undies, she turned on the TV, and said on the edge of the King size mattress. With some mindless sit-com on the tube, she thought that she'd just lay there and rest for a minute before getting dressed and doing herself up. She slid up on top the bed, pulled a pillow free and cuddled into it while closing her eyes with the TV droning in the background. With last evening's late night solo antics, all the day's anticipation, the poolside flirting and teasing in the bar, the shower, the beer, she must've dozed into a deep slumber because she woke slightly startled with no idea of where she was. Looking around, she realized that she must've, in fact, fallen off into a deep sleep for a few minutes, but the Leno Show was on. When she looked at the clock, it was 11:40! God damn it! Where the hell was he? There was no light blinking on the phone, and no message on her cell. She quickly called and had to leave another message (She was so angry that his voice sounded less sexy now and she left no doubt that she was not happy!). Throwing on her short sexy black dress over her naughty lingerie, she decided not to let this evening get away and decided to head down to the bar. Perhaps those TV guys were still there. If they weren't, maybe the young barkeep was still there, but by the time she got down to the lobby, the bar was empty, the TV was off, and there was an elderly woman tending the bar. Jane went up and ordered a stiff drink and asked the woman where everyone was. She simply answered, "Thursday night," as if that surmised the situation. Looking around, Jane thought it must've been hopping earlier, because there were a lot of tables cluttered with dirty dishes, glasses, and silverware. The woman explained that food was no longer being served and that she was about to close down soon, but she realized Jane needed some company for the moment. She fixed her a drink and went and got a bowl of pretzels for her. Jane was on her second drink and still angrily explaining the evening's meltdown when the woman looked up. Someone must've come in but apparently waived her off. By the time Jane turned back, she could only see the silhouette of the exiting figure. Still, "nice ass," she mused. By then, Jane could tell the woman wanted to close things down and go home to her family. She too probably needed to get some rest after her long ordeal today. She would pout later, so asking for a beer to take with her, Jane left a nice tip for effort and for listening to her problems and took the beer and another handful of pretzels with her. Even the elevator was empty. This hotel had become a ghost town after buzzing with activity in the afternoon. Pressing six, she rode the lift up to her floor, exited, and headed down the hall to her room which was just across from the vending machines nook. She fumbled with her key a bit, but it finally engaged, and as she pushed the door open, she was startled from behind as she was violently wrapped up by someone's grasp and pushed roughly inside with a hand clamped over her mouth to muffle her screams. She tried to turn and fight back when she felt the blade against her neck, and then she heard the raspy voice, "If you scream or look back bitch, it will be the last thing you ever hear or see. Do you understand you little cunt?!" Jane was so terrified and could only lightly nod her head. She couldn't help but wonder if it was one of the TV guys or if it was that portly guy, or perhaps the scolded husband. "Good," the voice replied, "Because as long as you listen to me, you won't get hurt. You may even enjoy yourself tonight." Jane's eyes began to tear. She was so scared and so alone right now. She was sure that her life was about to end when the arms swung her around and commanded her to, "pick up the remote, turn on the TV and put on a porno movie with the volume up. I don't want anyone to be suspicious if they hear us. With her hands shaking, Jane fumbled with the remote and managed to put on the same movie she had watched the night before. Although it was the kind she liked that jumped right into the action, tonight she was too scared to even notice. They just stood in front of the TV at the foot of the bed watching two endowed naked beauties suck some guy's cock, and then as a second stud entered, one beauty left for the bedroom with the new stud and some hard fucking with him, while the other pair dropped into a hot 69. Jane could feel her intruder getting aroused against her through his pants. His cock was right on the crack of her ass. She couldn't believe that this was almost arousing to her and tried to reposition herself. The she felt him put pressure on the blade against her neck, and she stopped trying to move away from his growing cock that he was beginning to rub back there as it got harder and harder. With the explicit action in front of her, she heard herself moan slightly and felt her legs buckle a bit as she felt his cock begin to swell and continue to rub along her crack. Jane was so upset with herself. She wanted to just run, but his grip was too tight. "Oooooooooo, so you do like this you. Don't you, bitch? Lift your skirt, and put your hands down your panties." Jane did not move. "Now! You slutty little tramp," he screeched. She jumped at his command. She was so frightened, but somehow (Why?) getting so aroused as she lifted her dress and let her fingers knowingly slide under the elastic waistband. Just like last night she could feel her wetness spread and her breath shorten. Tonight though, she could feel this hard cock grinding against her backside. That added something to the loneliness of last night. But this guy is raping you, Jane! But ohhhhhhhhhh, she closed her eyes as she woke her clit. His other hand reached under her black dress and began kneading her breast through her sexy bra. Then reaching under the bra, he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. Oh this was such a strangely erotic sensation. Somehow the sharp knife and his finger and being held her against her will in front of this porno movie in his forceful embrace while she fingered herself was all too much for her to take. Then without her wanting to, she began bucking uncontrollably while calling out at the same time as the beauties on screen, "Fuck! Fuck! Oh yesssssssssss! Fuck!" Then she felt his hand under her panties with hers. He slid is middle finger in her honey pot along with her forefinger, and they both continued finger fucking her until she screamed out again in a second orgasm. And then she heard him command for her to lick her finger. She tried to turn back as he spoke, but the knife let her know that her idea was a bad one. Instead she slid her finger from inside her pussy along with him removing his and they began to clean her sweet pussy juice with their mouths as he ground his cock against her crack. This time she didn't need to be commanded. She found herself grinding hard back against him, but was so surprised when he lifted her to the side of the bed and pushed her over at her waist on to the top of the bed. "I want you to continue watching them on TV," he hissed as he ripped her panties down her legs. Oh, now the fear began to rise again. She knew what was next, but even if he let her live, what if he had HIV or Herpes or something? It was too late, because she felt the head of his cock against her wet pink pussy. She tried to wiggle free, but that was worse, because with his pressure back there, it started to slide in more easily. Still, her instinct was to try and wiggle free. This time he didn't try and stop her, because now instead of trying to wiggle free, she found herself spreading her legs and pushing back to take him. She felt so mixed up, but this felt so good to her. God, his cock felt nice in there, and now she began humping him and telling him to "Fuck me, fuck me hard you bastard!" And he obliged as he drove his pole deep inside her, holding it tight once he was all the way in and pushing hard against her. "Finger yourself, you horny bitch!" And he didn't have to tell her again as she began rubbing her clit as he fucked her from behind. Again she felt herself rising to another orgasm, and she pushed back even harder on him, until........ until........ untilllll...... "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Fuck!" She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his as best she could in her position. He muffled he cries by pushing her head into the mattress until she stopped writhing and shaking. She was sure he hadn't cum yet, but she lay exhausted on top the bed breathing hard. Then he released his pressure on her head, and noted in a completely different voice, "God, you are one sexy lady when you're horny." Sexy lady? Sexy lady! She bolted up and spun around no longer fearing for her life and saw that it was him! But! But, how? Why? What? She was so confused right now as he stood there with his hard-on pointing at her with a condom over it, no less. He put his hands on her shoulders and sat her in her disheveled state on the edge of the bed. Then he leaned over her and kissed her for the first time -- their mouths opening and tongues becoming introduced. They could feel each other's hands and arms embracing the other and holding the other to their kiss, and as they broke off their first beautiful kiss, she reared back and smacked him square across his cheek with a "Whack!" "Owwwwwwww," he roughly barked grabbing her wrist. She immediately went all pouty, knowing how that would just melt him. "You bastard! I was so scared. Why did you do that? Why didn't you call me?" She knew her sexy prowess mode didn't affect him nearly as much as her pouty mode. No sooner did her lip curl than he loosened his grip and tried to pull her into his embrace when, "Whack!" She smacked him again, only this time she saw she may have pushed him too far. "Hey! God damn it!" He burst rubbing his cheek. There was fire behind the anger in his eyes this time, and it frightened her a bit. "Who's been teasing cocks all day and shaking their ass at any pair of eyes in the hotel while the other has been working their ass off to get a flight here?" She started to soften a bit, but then firmed up and with her hands on her hips, "But you raped me and held me at knife point!" Sheepishly he held out one of the dirty steak knives from the bar. "I was hoping you wouldn't turn and recognize me in the bar as I grabbed it. I overheard you bad mouthing your 'boyfriend' in the bar and so I wanted to make the night memorable." "Memorable?" She blurted. "Yea, you said it was a fantasy to be raped. I just wasn't willing to bring in a bunch of other guys, although after today, I bet there were a lot who would have gladly joined me. I wanted to make it realistic. I wasn't sure if I had the energy or nerve to pull it off. I almost couldn't get out of Dallas, but I wasn't going to let anything stop us from being together after all this." More Than She Bargained For As per usual, this story is not intended for minors. Inspired by Kami Tora's robinraku01. Comments/criticisms welcome. Enjoy. -------------------------- While on vacation, Robin decides to tease a couple of poor, hard-working laborers. But when they've had enough teasing, Robin gets More Than She Bargained For Robin's eyes couldn't get any wider, and a syrupy mixture of saliva and precum was dripping lazily onto her bare breasts. Two of the most mammoth cocks she had ever seen were now competing for the very limited space inside her lovely little mouth. At this moment, her mind almost frozen in a strange mixture of lust and fear, she couldn't help but reflect on how her perfect vacation had taken such an alarming turn . . . *** "Are you sure it's okay with you, Robin?" Merylin asked for the fourth or fifth time in this phone call. "For God sakes, yes, Mary!" "I just don't want to ruin your vacation or anything." "Look, I didn't have any plans for those two weeks. You and Nick have a lovely time in Europe, and I will be happy to take care of the house while you're gone. It really is no trouble at all," Robin said reassuringly. "Okay, thanks again so much for doing this. I'll leave a note on the fridge with all the instructions, and you have a key already, right?" "Yes, Mary. All set." "Okay, well then I guess we'll see you in a couple of weeks!" Mary said, finally sounding like she might be able to relax and enjoy the idea. God, if anyone needs a vacation, it's poor Mary. Nick had better give it to her good over there. "Have a great trip, Mary, and tell Nick I said he better give it to you good, or he'll have to answer to me!" Robin replied with a smile on her face. "Oh, Lord! Behave while we're gone, Rob," Mary rejoined with her own smile, and hung up. Ahhhhhh . . . a beautiful house on the beach all to myself for two whole weeks! This is gonna be a WONDERFUL vacation, Robin thought dreamily to herself. *** After 3 days, it was everything she'd hoped it would be. Nick and Mary had stocked the pantry and the fridge admirably before they left; the only 'chores' they'd left for her were to pick up the mail and water a few plants; she got a nice morning run on the beach and had the rest of the day to lounge around, read, or go shopping in this lovely little beach town. The only thing she was starting to miss was some cock. It just so happened that on the fourth day of her lovely vacation, Marco and Eddie showed up to redo the tile in the kitchen. They weren't actually scheduled to stop by for two more weeks, but due to a small scheduling snafu at the main office had been sent out early. Robin was upstairs enjoying a nice, relaxing shower after her run when she heard the doorbell downstairs. Oh, shit. Who could that be? Figures they'd show up when I'm in the shower. Robin grabbed the towel, quickly wrapped herself, and hussled down the stairs. As she reached the smooth tile at the foot of the stairs, her still-wet foot got no purchase and shot out in front of her. Robin let out an "Oop!" as she flailed for a moment before landing unceremoniously on her ass. She lay sprawled on the ground, propped on her elbows; slightly dazed and towel askew. Unbeknownst to Robin, it was at this moment that Marco peered around through a window, catching a glimpse of the moist beauty in most of her glory. "Holy shit," he mumbled softly, his mind not believing what his eyes were telling him. Eddie looked over curiously, and then Marco abruptly straightened and gave him a shooshing motion. Eddie squinted at his partner suspiciously but said nothing. Meanwhile, Robin had recovered, having suffered nothing more than a little bruising of the tushy. Thank God no one was here to see that, she thought to herself. She stood and made sure the towel made her decent again and moved to open the door. Not unexpectedly, the men who greeted her from the doorstep were transfixed by her state of undress and simply stood ogling her for a full 5 seconds. "Um, can I help you gentlemen with something?" Robin prompted. "*ahem* Uh, yes. Sorry, Miss. I'm Marco and this here is Eddie. We're here about the kitchen?" Marco provided helpfully. Eddie's jaw was still somewhere on the ground between his feet. "Kitchen?"asked Robin, her total confusion painted on her face. Robin glanced over at Eddie to find him practically drooling, his lascivious mind apparently unimpaired by the towel covering her most sensitive parts. She subconsciously straightened the towel and turned back to Marco. "We, uh . . . let me see," Marco hesitated, flipping through his work orders and stealing glances at the impressive amount of glistening cleavage on display above the towel. "Yeah, we're supposed to re-tile the kitchen, it says . . . counter backsplash? You're, uh . . . Merlin?" Marco asked uncertainly. He was finding it rather difficult to concentrate at the moment. "Mer-Y-lin. I mean, no. I'm just taking care of the place. Are you sure this is the right day?" Robin happened to glance at Eddie's fidgeting hands to see him surreptitiously adjusting the most alarming bulge she had seen in a long time. She barely contained a gasp and quickly turned her attention back to Marco, who had forgotten about his papers for the moment as he checked out Robin's firm, toned legs and their sweet juncture only barely covered by the towel. Robin cleared her throat and started to step further behind the door, then caught herself. These boys are obviously wound up pretty tight. What's the harm in playing this up a little? Instead she bent forward at the waist, pretending to scratch her calf. Her enormous rack shifted forward in a desperate attempt to leave the towel, and only the valiant efforts of her left arm kept her modesty in check (such as it was). She took the opportunity to steal a glance at Marco's crotch, and was delighted to find something the size and shape of a large Maglite straining the material of his work pants. She straightened tantalizingly slowly, pleased to see the helpless males transfixed. "I said, 'Is this the right day?'" Robin repeated with a knowing smirk on her face. Marco shook himself and glanced down at the work order again. His brain refused to translate the gibberish on the page, so he said, "Oh yes, Miss. We're very careful about this sort of thing. I'm sorry to bother you, but we should be able to finish this is up in an hour or so at the most." Marco didn't miss Robin's brief smile. "Well, alright then. Come on in. I'll show you where the kitchen is," she said, opening the door wide. Marco elbowed Eddie roughly, who awoke from his stupor and went to fetch the materials from the truck. *** Once they were situated in the kitchen, Robin turned toward the entry and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish up. Just holler if you need anything." She took the opportunity to hitch up the towel in front, causing it ride up on her ass so that the towel barely came down over her thick cheeks. She could feel the worker's eyes following each exaggerated roll and bounce of her ass as she made her way to the stairs. What they couldn't see was the moisture from her swollen pussy dripping down her inner thigh and the look of flushed arousal on her face. She very nearly slipped on the tile again but this time caught herself on the banister, grateful she was out of sight of the men. *** When he heard the bathroom door click shut and the water turn on, Marco turned toward Eddie and exclaimed, "What. the. FUCK. Did we get in a car accident and now we're having some crazy coma dream, or did a hot-ass bitch just answer the door in a towel and tease the ever-loving shit out of us?" Eddie, never too quick on the uptake, looked quizzically at Marco. "Car accident?" "Oh, never mind. Let's just hurry up and get this job over with," Marco said exasperatedly. "thick ass [mumble, mumble] . . . tits for days . . .," he mumbled to himself, thoughts still stuck on Robin as he and Eddie started to prep the tile. *** Maybe just a quick one, Robin allowed herself as the hot water once again cascaded down her naked body. Her left hand groped first her left, then her right breast, squeezing and tugging on her sensitive nipples. The fingers of her right hand slipped through the folds of her incredibly wet pussy, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She thought of her body lewdly on display for those horny men, their eyes ravishing her unashamedly, their incredibly fat cocks trying desperately to get free and hose her down with their pent up seed. "Ohhhhhhh . . . " she moaned, her fingers making firm contact with her hyper-sensitive clit. She rubbed the little nubbin firmly and steadily as the orgasm built quickly and exploded, images of two huge cocks pumping out their delicious cream all over her dancing through her head. She sagged against the shower wall as the waves of her orgasm diminished. Whew. I had better get down there before they wonder what I'm up to up here. She turned off the water and reached for a fresh towel, looking out the window. It was another beautiful, sunny day at the coast, and there were a couple of lounge chairs on the grass that looked perfect for a little laying out. Give the boys another tiny little show; a reward for all their hard work, Robin thought, giggling to herself. *** As she finished blow-drying her hair, Robin noticed some pink ribbons on the counter. The image of her in pigtails and a bikini got her own pussy wet again, so she could only imagine what it would do those poor guys' cocks. Any male who would have seen the look of mischievous joy on Robin's face at that moment would have been putty in her hands. *** Oh, come on. Did I seriously forget to bring a freakin' bikini to the freakin' beach? Robin thought as she checked her bag for the tenth time. Maybe Mary has something that will fit me. Shortly Robin found one of Mary's bikinis and held it up to herself. It looked about the right size; the top was gonna be a bit tight, of course, but she could live with that for a couple of hours in the backyard. *** Marco and Eddie were actually making pretty good time in the kitchen. They both paused in their efforts when they heard the soft patter of bare feet approaching the kitchen. If they were awed by Robin before, they were positively dumbstruck now. Her soft, shoulder-length brown hair was up in pigtails with pink bows. Her long, tone legs led up to a deliciously full ass accentuated wonderfully by the teal bikini bottoms. But it was her chest that drew the attention of Marco and Eddie. Robin's breasts, impressive even under modest circumstances, were positively eye-popping in the slightly too-small bikini top. She could practically hear their cocks jumping to attention as she entered the kitchen, and struggled to suppress a squeal of satisfaction. Instead she smiled cheerfully and said, "Look at you guys, working so hard! Would you like something to drink? I think there might actually be some cold beer in the fridge," Robin offered helpfully, pulling open the fridge door. "Uh, shes . . . I mean, uh, yure, uh . . . that sounds good. Thanks," Marco stammered, all of the blood normally used for cognition now rapidly inflating his heavy cock. Robin bent at the waist to lean fully into the fridge, relishing the groans behind her. God, I hope they can't see how wet my pussy is! With that thought she quickly grabbed a couple of beers from the shelf and straightened. "I'm going to be in the backyard if you guys need anything. Hey! The tile looks great!" she beamed, handing the cold beers to the dumbfounded, aroused men. Then she turned and positively bounced out the back of the house. Robin made sure to set the chair so it was in full view of the kitchen window. She smiled to herself, picturing the looks on their faces and the unmistakable tents in their pants when she walked into the kitchen. She could only imagine what was happening to them now . . . Inside, Marco turned from the window to Eddie, "This is good enough. Let's clean this up. I've got a plan for this teasing bitch," he said confidently, subconsciously rubbing his massive member through his pants. He glanced over at Eddie, who was likewise admiring the view out the kitchen window. "Eddie, you're drooling, dude. Come on." Eddie absent-mindedly wiped at his mouth and began to help Marco clean up the job. *** Their work complete and the truck all packed, Marco and Eddie quietly made their way around the side of the house. Both men's thoughts were preoccupied with the scorching temptress currently sunbathing in the backyard, their cocks still mostly hard. They leaned their heads around the house, spotting Robin still in the lounge chair. She had turned onto her stomach and undone the straps of her bikini. Even from this distance they could spot the sides of her ample tits as they were squashed under her onto the chair. "Now, just follow my lead," Marco whispered to Eddie. Eddie simply nodded and licked his lips hungrily, his eyes locked on Robin. Robin, enjoying a light doze in the warm sun, didn't hear them approach. Marco cleared his throat and Robin started slightly, blinking her eyes in the sunlight as she looked up at the two men. "You guys get all finished?" "Almost, Miss. There was just one more thing that we need your help with," Marco responded. Robin didn't miss the slight tone of menace in his voice, and it was then that she noticed the dangerous bulges the men were still sporting, now uncomfortably close to her face. She realized she was all alone and wearing next-to-nothing with two strong, well-hung, and wickedly prick-teased men standing over her. This was not a situation for which she was prepared. She sat up slowly, looking up warily at the two men. In her state of distraction she neglected to grab her top, and her large tits stood proudly on display. Without a word, both Marco and Eddie undid their pants and slowly lowered their underwear down their thighs, letting their unbelievably thick, half-hard, cut-cocks flop out into Robin's startled face. Both men had an equally amazing set of large, hairless testicles hanging below their rapidly swelling cocks. Marco and Eddie gave their cocks a few slow strokes, each enjoying Robin's look of worried awe. "My associate and I really appreciated your incentives, but now we're ready for you to finish what you started," Marco said, admiring the rise and fall of Robin's heavy tits as he brought his cock close to her face. His fat knob bumped her cheek at the corner of her mouth, leaving a large, wet spot of precum. This startled Robin from her daze and she looked up, first at Marco and then at Eddie. She realized she would have to do something fast, if she didn't want this situation to go from alarming to downright dangerous in a hurry. She wiped Marco's precum from her face and, making eye contact with him, brought it to her mouth and licked it luridly. "Boy, it looks like I got you guys all hot and bothered, didn't I? I guess I'll have to see what I can do to help you with these swollen balls," she said softly, reaching up to cradle each man's heavy, distended sac. Oh, my God! Not only are their cocks unbelievably thick, but these balls are ENORMOUS! What have you got yourself into this time, Robin? Marco was temporarily thrown off by her quick acquiescence. Eddie, oblivious, was enjoying her gentle ball-massage and swung his cock into her face. The heavy tool impacted her face just below the eye with a heavy *splat*, leaving it's own film of precum behind. Robin, no novice in the cock-pleasing department, was now unsure of exactly where to begin. She looked a little uncertainly between the veiny rods of flesh before her. Marco smiled to himself and then nodded to Eddie. "Open wide, bitch," he said, as he and Eddie swung their hips to bring their cockheads to Robin's mouth. She had gasped at Marco's words and the cocks impacted her stretched lips and immediately began to BOTH try and force their way inside. Her mouth instinctively began to water, her saliva and the copious precum flowing from both cocks forming a soupy mixture on her face which slowly began to drip down onto her bare breasts. Realizing both men were lost in a haze of lust, Robin knew she had to take control or these monsters would tear her apart. She stuck out her long tongue and laved over and around each cockhead in turn. She brought her hands up once again, this time gripping each cock firmly at the base and giving a test squeeze. Her hands didn't even come close to closing around their immense girth, but her grip caused the cocks to swell even further and elicited a loud groan from Eddie and a sharp hiss of indrawn breath from Marco. "Fuck! but you boys are hung! Do you want me to try and squeeze these fat fuckers into my tiny little mouth?" Robin asked teasingly. Without giving them a chance to respond, she began to slowly but firmly jack her right hand up and down Eddie's turgid length, while with her left she brought Marco's monster to her mouth. Once again she stuck her tongue out and began to firmly swath all over his fat head, relishing the taste of his precum as she lubed up for the task ahead. Eddie's precum was starting to provide a nice lubricant as well, and she slightly increased both the speed and the pressure of her masturbation of his fat rod. Looking up into Marco's face, Robin couldn't help but enjoy the look of intense arousal and pained-pleasure she found there. Locking eyes with his, she stretched her jaw wide and enveloped his gargantuan knob with her little mouth. It stretched her jaw obscenely, but the saliva-precum cocktail helped it to squeeze in. She kept up her tongue work inside her mouth and worked the first few inches of his cock in and out rapidly. Then she brought her left hand up his thick shaft, gathering her saliva on the way. With a firm suck she popped Marco's cock from her mouth and began to jerk him as well. Then she turned her attention to Eddie's throbbing member. He was now rock hard from her manual ministrations and looked like he might blow soon. She looked up into Eddie's eyes and said seductively, "How does that feel, baby? Can I taste your cock, too?" Eddie could only groan in response as Robin forced her mouth onto his equally fat knob. Marco's cock was receiving long, full strokes now, and Robin could feel his heavy balls bouncing off of her wrist with each downstroke. Her enchanting green eyes never leaving Eddie's soft brown ones, she laved her tongue firmly back and forth over his sweet spot and began a twisting-bobbing motion with her head. Her right hand was still stroking firmly up and down his shaft, in time with her sucking movements on the top third of his cock. Eddie threw his head back in ecstasy and felt a tremendous load boiling over in his balls. He didn't even try to hold back the floodgates as the mind-numbing pleasure he was receiving from this busty vixen sent him hurtling over the edge. Robin felt his massive balls draw tight against his body and felt his already insanely-thick cock swell alarmingly in her mouth. She maintained her firm stroking of his shaft and pulled his cock from her mouth until just the head remained inside, licking all over the distended head vigorously. The first spurt rocketed out of his cock and into the back of her throat with such volume and force that she nearly gagged, but she managed to swallow that first shot as tears filled her eyes. The rest of his hot, thick load began to pump out in heavy pulses from his cock. She swallowed hungrily, savoring his surprisingly delicious flavor as he kept cumming and cumming. For almost a minute, his cock continued to spasm as his balls pumped what seemed like a gallon of his thick semen into Robin's mouth. Finally, utterly spent, Eddie's cock popped from her mouth and he collapsed on the chair beside her. More Than She Bargained For She had to swallow three more times to clear most of the clogged semen from her already sore mouth. She turned toward Marco, licking her lips wantonly. "Oh, my God, I LOVE cum! That was an amazing load your friend just gave me. Do you have one for me, too, stud?" Robin's left hand had never stopped working Marco's considerable length over, and now her right hand came up to fondle and squeeze his swinging sac. "Fuck, honey! Put it in your mouth!" Robin did not need to be told twice and attacked Marco's cock hungrily. Now that she was warmed up and loosened up, she was able to take a bit more of him into her mouth. She knew she had to get him off quickly, before Eddie had a chance to recover and she once again had two giant, horny cocks to worry about! She wasted no time in working his thick cock to the back of her throat. She squeezed his balls again, twisting her head back and forth, reveling in the feeling of a thick cock stretching her mouth to the limit. She felt Marco's hands grips her pigtails roughly, and moaned in spite of herself. As Marco set up a brutal rhythm fucking Robin's face, she felt Eddie's hands on her tits, groping and squeezing expertly. Oh, shit, she thought, better hurry. Eddie's left hand continued mauling Robin's breasts, but his right hand strayed further south and began rubbing her extremely wet pussy over the bikini bottoms. Robin moaned deeply again, causing Marco to groan himself and increase his tempo urgently. She felt his balls tighten in her hand and gave them another squeeze with a light twist. This had the desired effect as Marco yelled out and buried his cock as deep as it would go in Robin's mouth. Robin felt Eddie's hand slip under the bikini bottom and begin to rub her clit and sopping pussy lips back and forth. This was too much, and Robin's own earth-shattering climax began as Marco fired his first salvo up against the back of her throat. Practically losing motor function from the strength of her orgasm, Robin could only gag and cough out Marco's heavy spurt all over his cock. He pulled her off his cock until just the head remained and fired the second, larger spurt all over her mouth. This time Robin was able to savor and swallow the thick load. Marco then pulled his cock free of her hungry mouth and began to jerk himself off onto her face, Robin still moaning and shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. At the same time, jet after jet of hot, thick cum were sprayed over her face and into her hair. What seemed like a dozen heavy spurts launched from Marco's spasming cock to coat Robin's lovely face. His orgasm subsiding, Marco fed his cock to Robin once again. She had recovered from her own orgasm sufficiently to nurse intently on his wilting knob, hungrily swallowing the last flow of cum. Finally finished, Marco, too, collapsed in satisfied exhaustion onto the chair beside Robin. Wiping the thick cum from her eye and shoveling it shamelessly into her mouth, Robin stood and faced the two spent studs. "Mmm, thanks, guys. But now it looks like I need another shower. Have a great day!" she said, as she quickly made for the house, making sure to lock the door behind her. Marco, still trying to catch his breath, looked over at Eddie. "The guys are never going to believe this one." More than She Bargained For Kristina was a cute, brunette bookworm who stood about 5'5" with firm C-cups. She usually kept to herself, studying, preparing for tests and school work, but when she partied, she let loose. Lots of guys were attracted to her, but found her unapproachable because she was so much smarter than they were...they did not know how to talk to her. But of these many guys, she found two particularly attractive, Josh and Tony. Neither one was what most girls would consider handsome. Josh was a tall, scrawny blond guy who played drums in some weak band on campus. Tony was about as tall as Kristina, Indian American, and called himself a composer. No one understood what he wrote, but Kristina was attracted to his confidence and general apathy towards what his pupils thought of him. So when Kristina heard that both of them would be attending a party on campus, she decided to make a move for either of them. Only she was not an aggressive type, so she banked on dressing sexily and hoping they would come to her. She slipped on her thong, a short, tight denim skirt and tight pink tank top. She admired herself in the mirror and left for the party. All night she flirted with Josh and Tony, giggling like a ditz and gesturing towards her breasts with her fingernails. Both guys noticed and were taken, and Kristina hoped that one of them would make a move. But her plan worked too well. Josh and Tony each asked her if she would like to go back to their place, and she was forced to choose between them. She stood in the corner thinking about it, and watched nervously as they both approached her. In an instant, they were both standing in front of her, wondering why the other one was there, but staring at her and asking her to go home with them. She panicked, and opted not to make a choice. "Why don't you both come back to my place?" she asked. Josh and Tony looked at eachother angrily, but agreed, not wanting the other to be alone with her. On the walk home, each guy held one of her hands, and Tony kept trying to slide a hand down the small of her back and onto the top of her ass. Josh did not notice, as he was staring right down her shirt and into her bulging cleavage. Kristina was nervous about having both of them there, but she was a little tipsy and did not know what she should do. When they got back to her dorm, Josh excused himself to use the restroom. Tony immediately set to trying to get all over her. "Slow down, Tony, Josh is in the other room!" "So what," he said, "He can join us or leave if he wants." He kissed her flush on the lips and pulled her to the couch. Tony sat next to her on the couch and continued to assault the inside of her mouth with his tongue. As he pulled one of her legs up onto his lap, Kristina ran the words "He can join us" through her head. Was Tony implying a threesome? She was uncomfortable with this notion. Surely she would lose her reputation as a quiet girl if anyone found out. Tony had his tongue between her lips and his hand up his skirt. His nimble fingers pulled at her thong so he could touch her pussy directly. She gasped a little, trying to shake the cobwebs from her mind and make a conscious decision. Tony kissed her and rubbed her pussy slowly, trying to satisfy her and convince her to fuck him. He pulled his fingers out of her underwear and grabbed her right hand. He guided it to his crotch and pushed it onto his throbbing cock, straining against the zipper of his jeans. She knew what he wanted, and blearily stroked his dick without even thinking about it. He smiled and continued kissing her. Just then, Kristina felt something land on the couch to her left, but did not consider that it could have been Josh. She assumed he would have said something when he came out of the bathroom. She soon felt her left hand being pulled away from Tony's cheek and onto Josh's cock. He was naked below the waist, allowing her to grip his cock in her hand and start jerking. Josh then pulled her left leg over his lap. This left Kristina sitting in between her two crushes, legs spread eagle over both of their laps and jerking them both off. She turned her head to start kissing Josh, who was reluctant to swap spit with Tony, but he refused to act like a scared pussy and risk not getting any of this action. He french kissed her hard, grabbing a handful of her hair and forcing her deeper into his mouth. Tony undid his belt and slid his pants down to the floor. This enabled Kristina to stroke him the way she was stroking Josh. Tony and Josh exchanged eye contact, and Tony gestured towards the straps of Kristina's tank top. They each took one of the straps and pulled them down her arms. Her tank top peeled down her chest and over the tops of her breasts. She broke off her kiss to watch the thin material slide away, and giggled again as her tits popped into view. She grabbed them and playfully hid them from the boys. So Tony reached up her skirt and grabbed at her thong again. He started to wedge it down her legs, but could only go so far as she was spread eagle. She closed her legs together with Tony's hand between them. A wave of reason shot through her as the tried to prevent him from removing her undies, but when she put her hand on his, Josh grabbed her exposed right tit and cupped it. He met her lips with his own, muffling her protests, and Tony kept sliding the thong down her thighs. Once he got them past her skirt, he tore it down the middle with two hands, the flimsy fabric easily breaking away. He tossed them on the floor in front of them. Tony pushed Kristina towards Josh so that she was lying on her back. Josh knelt above her head and pointed his throbbing dick towards her parted lips. She was starting to sober up, and was wondering if these guys really liked her or if they thought she was a slut. Was she a slut? Would a non-slut take two guys at once? She opened her mouth absent-mindedly to allow Josh's cock inside. He turned her head so he could easily piston in and out, the side of his head sliding up and down the length of her tongue. Tony pulled her tank top down to her midsection, and hiked her skirt down and off her legs, leaving only her heels on her feet. Kristina felt him straddle her chest and opened her eyes and could see her dick aimed at her face from the side of her right eye. She grabbed his cock with her right hand and Josh's with her lft. She stroked them both constantly while alternating sucking the head. Tony reached behind him and grabbed her nipples. As Kristina sucked Josh, Tony twisted and pulled them, trying to distend them and make them hard. Kristina stopped sucking Josh's dick to complain that Tony was hurting her. "Take it easy," she whined. "Come on, lady. You will take two guys at once but you don't like it rough? Keep sucking that cock!" Josh grabbed Kristina's head and turned it towards his dick. He moved up on the couch so he could push his dick deeper. He straddled her left arm, limiting her ability to push him away. Tony scooted down her body, and Kristina heard the sound of him spitting. A fraction of a second later, she felt it land between her tits. Twice more he spit, accurately lubricating the insides of her tits. Tony placed his dick on her chest between her C-cups and pushed them together over his cock. He began stroking in and out, marveling at the feeling of her tender tit flesh against his dick. As he pulsed, Josh plowed in and out of her mouth. Her tongue was getting him really wet, and he was smearing it all over the insides of her mouth. He pinned her head against the couch and admired the way his dick head extended her cheeks. He held it there, pushing her cheek out, and watched as her eyes went wide as she gasped for breath. "MMMpppphhhh!" she grunted as he nearly suffocated her. He pulled all the way out, and she took a giant gulp of air. This extended her chest up harder into Tony's hands and cock. He nearly blew his load, so he pulled back and stood up. "How do you want to be now, Kristina? You pick the position," said Tony. Kristina tuned over onto her stomach on the couch and brought her knees up underneath her, implying doggie style. Josh obliged, kneeling behind her and grinding his dick against her ass. Tony sat in front of her face and guided his dick to her mouth. She took half of it right into her mouth and bobbed up and down. She was grateful for his letting her choose the position and wanted to show him how thankful she was. Josh spread her ass cheeks and slipped his dick into her awaiting pussy. "Dude, she's so wet!" he said to Tony. "She's a little fucking slut, that's why," he responded. Kristina moaned like a whore as Josh pumped in and out of her. She loved the feeling of his fuck pole slicing in and out of her cunt, and was getting wetter and wetter with each thrust. She matched his motion, sliding back to meet his dick, and then sliding forward as he pulled out, which caused her to slide her mouth down onto Tony's cock. She and Josh continued in this motion as Tony clasped his hands behind his head and enjoyed her mouth on his cock. Josh then sped things up a little. He grabbed her right hand and twisted it behind her back and held her wrist by her left side with his left hand. Tony grabbed her left arm and held it by his side, forcing Kristina lower. She could no longer lift herself off the seat of the couch, and her head sunk down the length of Tony's dick. Josh thrust harder and faster into he pussy, and she started whimpering like a puppy wanting a toy. With each thrust, she let out an "uh," which turned both guys on. Josh reached underneath her and stroked her clit. This made her thrash against her restraints, pounding furiously against him. With her mouth still impaled by Tony's dick, she simply opened wide to allow some air in. His pubic hair invaded her tongue, nose and the inside of her cheeks, but she bucked fiercely, undeterred. She rocked back as far as she could, bottoming out on Josh's dick and cumming hard. He held her hips there and felt her love juices moisten his cock. He pulled out and collapsed against the couch. "OK, my turn," said Tony. He sat on the couch with his back against the back of the couch and told Kristina to sit down on his dick, facing away. She stood in front of him with one of her legs on either side of his and lowered her pussy down. He guided her onto his dick and she immediately bottomed out. Tony held her there and told her to put her feet on the couch, on either side of his knees, and start pumping. Kristina did as she was told, and put her arms on the back of the couch above Tony's head, and started doing pelvic thrusts onto his dick. Josh had a great view of her body, now glistening a bit from perspiration, her legs spread, exposing her wet hole and the damp, trimmed pubes. Her tits bounced up and down and her eyes stared right into his. Her eyes called him over. He stood on the couch next to them and put his foot on the back of the couch. Kristina strained her neck to reach the tip of his penis and enclosed her lips around it. She did not have the ability to move around it too much, given her position, but he enjoyed the feeling nonetheless. He grabbed her right nipple and held it still, allowing her tit to rock around it. Her boob jiggled in his hand, her nipple becoming rock hard. He grabbed her left nipple and repeated the process. As Josh mauled her breasts, Tony eased his hand down her stomach towards her pussy. He laid it in her pubic hair, occasionally dipping it in her wet vagina towards her clit. This had the desired effect: Kristina tried to rise as much as she could to rub her clit against his fingers. She raised her ass as high as she could without coming off Tony's fuck tool and felt his fingers on her warm, moist clit. He rubbed it there, and she gyrated her hips around, causing to his dick to move like a pendulum inside her. Kristina sat back down on Tony's lap, pushing his cock balls deep inside of her. She circled her hips around again, causing Tony's dick to swirl around inside of her. They both loved the motion, and Tony clenched his eyes and thought of sports in an effort not to cum. As she satisfied Tony with her love tunnel, she continued sucking Josh's cock. "Look at me as you suck my dick," he said. She held the tip of his dick in her mouth and extended her tongue to tickle the bottom of his head. She looked up into his eyes and batted them, driving him wild. He pinched her left nipple hard to distract him from cumming. It had the same effect on Kristina. Tony realized that Kristina was starting to slow. Her movement was really an involved and difficult exercise, and she was clearly getting exhausted fast. He pulled her down balls deep and told her to put her feet back on the floor. He stood up, still impaling her vagina, and led her to the arm of the couch. She laid her stomach flat on it and Tony started pumping her from behind again. Josh moved to the back of the couch, grabbed her by the hair, and tilted her mouth towards his dick again. As Tony rocked in and out of her, her clit rubbed against the soft couch. She squealed her approval. Every time his waist pounded against her ass, her clit was stimulated, and she responded with a "mmmph" from around Josh's dick. Tony grabbed one of her ass cheeks in each hand and spread them. He leered down at her tight, puckered asshole, practically winking at him seductively. He slid the tip of his thumb towards it and applied pressure. Kristina shook her head and uttered a muffled rebuttal, but Josh held the back of her head down on his cock so that she could not get out any words. She threw her hands to her ass, trying to stop him from pushing in any further, but he easily held both of her hands in his left and pinned them to the small of her back. He pushed his thumb past her sphincter and up to the first knuckle. Kristina no longer protested, realizing it would not get her anywhere, and instead took quick, rapid breaths to prepare herself. She had never done anal before, and she did not anticipate much pleasure. Tony straightened out his thumb, felt the inside of her ass with the tip of his thumb, and plunged forward. Kristina's back spasmed and her lips came off of Josh's dick as she screamed. "Shut up, bitch," said Tony. "Relax your ass and it will be much easier." Kristina tried to relax, but she was far too nervous. Tony left his thumb nestled in her ass and started fucking her pussy again. She was still wet, and the couch was still stimulating her clit. She tried to focus on that to derive more pleasure from her situation. Josh backed away to allow Tony to work her over on his own. He slowly fucked her pussy with his thumb deep in her ass for a few minutes. After he felt that her rectum had grown used to his intrusion, he slowly pulled it out. He then moved it in and out at the same pace of his dick, doubly penetrating her in a steady, slow motion. Her calfs and toes extended as far as they could as she got used to the sensation. She gasped loudly in time with his motion. He continued like this until her asshole stopped clenching his thumb and began feeling loose. He wasn't ready to cum, but his legs were getting tired from the gyrating, so he pulled out and sat back down on the couch. Kristina pushed herself into a standing position and turned around, wondering what was going to happen next. "Come here, bitch. Bend over and suck my dick." Kristina did not like to be degraded like this, but she didn't know what else to do other than obey. It would be weird to just kick them both out now in the middle of a threesome. After all, these were the two boys she had fantasized about. Why not try to enjoy it? She strode over in front of him, faced him, and spread her legs slightly. She slid her right hand down her stomach to her pussy and slowly stroked her clit, gently moving her hips in a sexy movement. She clenched her left tit in her hand and licked her lips. Josh watched her swaying her ass from behind and could not resist joining back in. He walked up behind her and slipped his erect cock between her legs so that it nestled beneath her pussy lips. He could feel the warmth and moistness of her loins stimulate his dick. She craned her neck back to meet him and kissed him flush on the lips. As he stroked his dick on her pussy, he tongued her mouth and grabbed at her right breast. She rocked her ass back against his stomach, and Tony could see the tip of his dick periodically protrude from between her legs. Josh grabbed the back of her head and turned it forward. He grabbed onto her hip with his right hand and tilted her forward, bending her over at the waist. From here, Tony grabbed her hair and forced her mouth onto his dick. She grabbed onto the couch on either side of his hips for support. Josh decided to pick up where Tony had left off, and aimed his dick towards her anus. It was looser than before, but had not stretched to accommodate the width of his cock. Holding onto her hips, he pushed as hard as he could until his head overcame her sphincter and entered her ass. Kristina tried to get into it for the sake of the party, but her anus felt like it was on fire. Josh pushed deeper until he was half way in, then slowly pumped in and out. Kristina moaned around the cock in her mouth, which tasted of her own pussy juices. She could not believe how dirty this all was, and was disgusted at herself for allowing it to happen. She figured she might as well try to enjoy it now. She put her left hand to her pussy, spread her lips with the her pinky and forefinger, and inserted her ring and middle finger into her hole. It served as a suitable distraction to the anal and oral reaming she was receiving. Tony guided her head up and down, and she slobbered all over his pole. Josh started with quicker motions in and out of her ass, loosening it slowly, enabling him to plunge further. When he felt like he was about to bottom out, her pulled nearly all the way out of her ass, leaving just the tip inside. He hunched over her bare back and whispered in her ear, "Ready?" With that, he slammed his dick all the way in her asshole. Kristina nearly went in shock, and her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor, with her mouth still around Tony's dick. Josh knelt behind her and re-entered her asshole. He again pushed into the hilt, and Kristina's legs shook, but she could not sink any lower than her current position. Josh allowed her to get used to the pressure by leaving his dick inside her, unmoving. Kristina worked over Tony's dick with her lips and tongue, feeling the pressure of Josh's cock in her ass but glad that it was not moving for now. She held up his dick with her fist and stroked the head as she lowered her tongue to his balls and took them into her mouth. She muffled tiny gasps for air as his scrotum blocked her air. Tony appreciated the way she licked between his balls with the tip of her tongue, pushing his testicles to either side of her mouth. She then let his balls fall out of her mouth, extended her tongue, and lay it flat against the bottom of his firm erection. She slid it all the way to the top where her fist was, and took the head back into her mouth. She slid it against the roof of her mouth until it hit the back of her throat. She was an inch from the base of his shaft. Tony gripped her head and tried to force his dick into her throat. Kristina opened her mouth wide and tried to relax her muscles, but had trouble taking any more. To add to her discomfort, Josh started moving in and out of her ass again. It was a tight fit for Josh. He pulled back slowly, but his dick nearly felt stuck, so he pushed back in. He could only move a few centimeters at a time as her anal cavity sucked at his dick. It felt amazing to him, but he was worried that he would not be able to pull out. More than She Bargained For He made quick jamming motions in an effort to loosen it up. He gyrated his hips to rotate his shaft inside her tunnel, and it finally seemed to give. He began pumping in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder. He saw Kristina's tank top, still encircling her midsection, and grabbed a hold of it. Her back was a river of sweat, a result of both the pleasure and pain. He held her tank top at her sides and pulled them to her waist, using it as leverage to plough deeper into her ass. She was now taking it like a champ. She continued to finger her pussy, essentially DPing herself, and Tony was trying to jam the last of his dick into her throat. Kristina thought she might choke to death if he pushed any further, and found relief, in what Josh said next: "Dude, you gotta get in this ass...its so tight!" Tony seemed to like that idea, because he pulled Kristina off his dick and told her to stand up and turn around. She did as she was told, and assumed the position as Tony had her straddle his legs and lower her ass onto his dick. He slid forward on the couch so she did not have to sit down in order to do it. She lowered her rectum onto his cock and sat all the way down. His dick was a little smaller than Josh's, so she was able to take it all immediately. He ordered her to bounce up and down on her own, and he simply leaned back and enjoyed. Josh grabbed her hair again and twisted her face up to meet his. "Tell me you want to suck my dick, bitch," he said with a snarl. Kristina did not reply at first. She did not want to suck his dick, especially after it had been in her ass. He smacked the top of her left tit hard, bringing a loud yelp from her mouth. "Say it!" he yelled. "Please, Josh, I want to suck your cock!" "That's right, you do," he said. He brought her head to his dick. The smell put her off, but she had no choice. She took it into her mouth and started sucking. Tony spread her ass with his hands and started pumping up and down, matching the motion of her hips. After he got hard again, Josh pulled her off of his dick and pushed her back against Tony. She laid on his chest as Josh approached her. He lifted her legs at the knees and pinned them against her breasts. He lowered his hips until his cock head found the entrance to her pussy, and he slipped inside. When Kristina had envisioned this night, she had imagined simple missionary and oral with one of them. Passionate and sincere. Now, here she was, being degraded like an animal, DPed cruelly by two guys she had obviously misjudged. Josh arched his back and craned his neck to the ceiling as he attacked her cunt with his fuck wand. Tony grabbed her arms behind her head and stuck her in a full nelson, rendering her completely motionless and unable to pleasure herself. She was completely at their mercy. Josh slid his hands from behind her knees to her feet and spread her legs wide. She watched him purse his lips and allow a long wad of spit to drip down from it. It landed right in her pussy, adding extra lubrication and allowed him to pump faster and with more pleasure, to both of them. As the two boys pumped in and out of her, Kristina closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Biting her lip, she focussed on the dick in her pussy, how wet it was sliding in and out, and tried to rock to an orgasm. She knew that if she could just touch her clit, she would explode, but her hands were pinned behind her head by Tony. She had to rely on Josh's hard hammering to cum. Unfortunately for her, just as she was approaching orgasm, Josh pulled out. He was ready. "Get down on your knees, girl!" he said excitedly. Tony pushed Kristina up so she could come off his dick and kneel in front of Josh. She got to her knees and immediately started stroking her clit. Josh tilted her head back and commanded that she open her mouth. She did. She did not care. She just wanted to cum. Josh and Tony stroked their cocks above her face, although she could not tell as her eyes were closed. She had her mouth agape and her fingers in her pussy, ready to cum. Josh tried to time his orgasm with hers, so that she could always remember pleasure as laces of cum landing across her face. It worked. He watched until Kristina's hips started to buckle, and then, realizing she was cumming, unloaded wads of cum on her face. The first shot landed diagonally across her face, from above her left eye to the bottom of her right cheek. The next two pooled beneath her left eye and her lip, and then final two sprayed the top of her mouth and slid down the back of her throat. Kristina assumed, because it was so much cum, that both boys had finished off. She opened her eyes just in time for Tony's splurge to hit her face. His first shot hit her right eye, and she instinctively ducked away. Because of this, his second shot landed on her couch, but he readjusted so that his third and fourth shots hit her neck and tits. Tony grabbed her torn up thong and used it to wipe the cum off her cheeks and into her mouth. She was out of breath and could not put up much prevention, so she held her mouth open and allowed him to feed her their cum with her underwear. Seeing no other options, she swallowed down both loads and collapsed against the front of the couch. " "Wow," Tony said, "What a slut." "Seriously, dude. Two guys at once, DP, ass-to-mouth, cum swallowing...what won't she do?" "Maybe we will find out tomorrow. You think she will fuck us again, Josh?" Josh moved back towards the bathroom and pulled out the video camera he had hidden. "Once she sees we have this, I bet she will do whatever we ask so that we don't release it to her friends, or worse, to her parents!" Kristina reacted in horror as she realized that the two boys had taped the whole thing. "What are you going to do with that?" she asked. "Blackmail you, mostly," said Tony. "We probably will enjoy watching it over and over again," said Josh. "But we also plan on keeping you as our sex slave for awhile." Kristina's mind raced as she considered her options. She knew that the tape could not be made public or her parents would kill her and her friends would ignore her. She would be viewed as the campus slut and have no friends at all. "How long is awhile?" she asked. "Just until we are tired of you," said Tony. "And the way you fuck, that won't be for a long, long time." To be continued More Than She Bargained For The night was as black as the coffee in his cup. Tom wiped a hand across his face and forced his eyes to focus on his surroundings. He was in some run-down coffee house on the edge of some tiny little nothing of a town in the Midwest. He had been up for the past 24 hours hauling in some oranges from Florida and all he wanted to do was sleep. The waitress came up to him then. "Hey, darling." She said, flashing him a big smile. He looked up groggily at her. Holding out his cup, he spoke. "More coffee, please." Another big smile. "Sure. Would you like cream or sugar?" "No. Black. I have to get back on the road soon." The waitress frowned and looked out the window. "It's snowing, baby. You're stuck here for the night." She grabbed his cup and walked away and Tom watched as her jeans hugged every inch of her magnificent bottom as it waggled away. When she returned, he asked for a piece of paper and a pen. "Ya going to write me a love note?" She put her hand on his thick, muscled shoulder and winked. Suddenly, he didn't feel that tired anymore. "What's your name, honey?" Tom's voice was deep and masculine. The waitress dropped her hand from his shoulder. "I'm Sandy. Well, truly I'm Sandra Ann, but everyone round these parts calls me Sandy." Tom smiled and she smiled back. "You're not from around here." He said, reaching out and touching her hand. Sandy allowed it. "No, sir. I'm from Alabama." Tom took her hand in his and still Sandy said nothing. "I can tell by that accent." He said, rubbing his large, calloused hands over her soft ones. She seemed drawn into some spell that was being played out between them. She leaned in. "Can you know?" She said. "Yes." Tom replied. "Now, I need that pen and paper." Sandy, seeming to remember herself, took her hand away and walked over to the counter and brought back the items and then went away to help other customers. Tom felt his baser instincts getting the better of him. Tom quickly scribbled a message on the paper. "Fuck it." He said to himself. "All done, darlin'?" She asked, flashing yet another brilliant smile. Tom stood and noticed that Sandy only reached about to his chest. Her small body would feel so good against his, he thought to himself. "What time are you done tonight?" Tom asked. Sandy seemed suddenly skittish. "Right now." She answered quietly. "You are my last customer to cash out." Tom flashed an award-winning smile at her. "Good." He said. "Then this is for you." He handed her the money and the piece of paper he'd written the note on. The money was to cover the bill and an extra $100. "I'm confused, sir." Tom smiled down into her eyes. "Don't be. Read the note." Sandy smiled and looked down. The note read,"be mine tonight." "Sir?" Sandy asked, confused. "It's simple. You are a beautiful, sexy little thing and I want to watch you get naked and have sex with you all night long in my truck. If you agree, that $100 is for you. If not, when I get back from the bathroom, leave the money under my coffee cup." Sandy stared at him in disbelief. "You want to have sex with me and pay me for it like I am so prostitute?" Sandy asked. Tom moved in closer and put his big hand on the small of Sandy's back. "You can do it for free, honey. Now look. You are what? 20 years old?" "18." "OK, 18. I am 30 years old. I am too old to go chasing a woman for one night when she might turn me down. You like the look of me, I can see you are practically wetting your panties as your standing here with me." Sandy gasped and pushed him away. Tom laughed and walked away to the bathroom without another word. When Tom got into the bathroom, he went into the bathroom stall. He undid his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear. He sat on the toilet. He had not had sex with any woman since his divorce over 6 months ago. He was sorely tired of jacking off over porno mags and wanted a real life woman. He pulled a paper from his jacket pocket. It was a centerfold of the last porno mag he had bought. He looked at it, but thought of Sandy. He wanted to make sure he could please her right and not cum as soon as he entered her. The old saying stuck in his head, "get the first nut out of the way before you go on a date." Well, he wasn't going on a date, but it was still true. He began to stroke himself, thinking of what Sandy's little body would look like undressed. Her perfect little breasts, with pink little nipples. Her small waist and tight virginal pussy. At the thought of her tight, hot little pussy, he stroked himself harder. He was moving faster and faster until he felt the orgasm start to overtake him. "Oh, Sandy!" He hissed out, fucking his hand hard as he thought about plunging his seed deep within her. As he came back to reality, he took a ragged breath. That was the best jacking off orgasm that he'd had in a long time. When he was composed, he stood and got dressed. He left the bathroom stall and saw that Sandy was standing there! "You were jerking off thinking of me?" She asked, a blush crossing her delicate features. Tom blushed in embarrassment. To cover his embarrassment, he washed and dried his hands. "I didn't want to pop my nut right away," He said, throwing the paper towel in the garbage, "it's been a long time since I've been with a woman." Sandy nodded. She held out a bag. "What's this?" Tom asked, taking the bag and peering inside. "A camera and some toys. I want you to do all sorts of naughty, nasty things to me and I want to have pictures to look at later. That's my compromise." She smiled at him, but this time her smile was hungry and lustful. "How long were you in here?" Tom asked. Sandy blushed. "I came in just after you. I waited to see if you would come right out and when you didn't I came it. I heard the sound of your hand sliding up and down your cock. It got me so hot." Sandy took him by the hand. Come on, stud. Let me take you back to my place." Sandy led him out to the entrance where they put on their jackets. Stepping outside into the cold, Tom watched as Sandy's nipples poked through the white top of her work shirt. "It's cold." Sandy commented, walking briskly across the street to a string of old, run down homes and hotels. They walked up to the last room of the first motel they pasted. "You live in a motel?" "For now." Tom took the key from her hand. "Let me." He said as he opened the door and peered in. There was no one about. He turned on the light and checked under the bed and in the bathroom. Satisfied, he went back and locked the door. "Paranoid much?" Sandy giggled. Tom took off his socks and shoes and dropped them by the front door. "You are just like a little girl." Tom said coming up to her. "I am. Hey, you know my name, but I don't know yours." "It's Tom, but tonight, it's master." He pushed her down to her knees and took out the camera. He took a picture. "Unbutton my pants and take them off." He commanded softly. Sandy did as he commanded, and Tom snapped pictures. When his pants and underwear were off, he helped Sandy to stand. He handed her the camera. "Take pictures of me, while I ready myself for you." Tom took off his jacket and shirt and got on the bed. He began to pose in various sexual poses before taking his limp dick in his hand. "I need motivation." He said softly. Sandy handed him the camera and he took pictures while she stripped nude. Oh, the reality was better than anything he could have imagined! Her breast were tiny rosebuds that begged to be suckled. Her white skin gleamed in the light. Her pussy was clean shaven and Tom wanted to bury his face into it. He felt himself getting hard. "Now climb on the bed, ass to me, and assume the doggie style position. Let me see that pussy before I take it." Sandy did as she was bid and Tom groaned and almost came right then and here as her perfectly little pink pussy came into view. Tom vigorously pumped his cock. "Take the camera. Take pictures of me." Sandy turned over on her back so that Tom could still see her pussy and took the camera. She took pictures of him jacking off and took pictures of her own naked body. "I am going to cum!" Tom shouted. He shoot up and Sandy took pictures as he pumped his cock to orgasm and also as hot cum splashed all over her tits. "Rub it into my skin." Sandy purred, completely turned on. Tom did and then took the camera and took pictures of the filthy little girl before him. He knelt by the edge of the bed and his face was in her pussy, licking it and making Sandy moan. "Now, you are to lie there and enjoy this and we are not moving until you cum." Tom winked at her and then said, "multiple times, I want you to come multiple times." Sandy felt his rough beard on her sensitive pussy lips and it made her shudder in desire. "You like that?" Tom asked, rubbing his bearded chin against her little nub. He let it get sensitive before moving his tongue there. Sandy moaned and screamed in pleasure and delight. Tom slipped his index finger all the way into her and he felt as she orgasmed around his finger. He didn't remove himself. He finger fucked her until she came again. He climbed on the bed with her, his finger still deep inside her. She was whimpering from her orgasms. Tom pulled her head back by her long black hair and bared her neck. He bit it and she squirmed. He nibbled and she moaned. He kissed and thrust a second finger into her hot tight pussy. She came again. "Oh, I must have you!" She cried out. Tom left her on the bed and got the bag she had bought. He emptied its contents onto the table. A dildo, a paddle, and handcuffs came out. He saw something on the bottom. He shook the bag again and a blindfold feel out. He took the handcuffs and handcuffed her to the bed. He put on the blindfold and then took out the dildo. He went over to her. "Open your mouth." She obeyed. He slipped the dildo it. "Suck it like you are going to suck my cock." She began to work the dildo around her mouth as well as she could. Tom mounted over her and replaced the dildo with his cock. She eagerly sucked his cock until he was stiff and ready for action. He pulled away from her and she frowned, and it almost seemed as if she was sorry to have him leave her. He positioned himself over her tight little cunt that was just begging for him. She thrust her hips and he gladly accepted the invitation. She sank deep into her and they both moaned. He began to ride her, harder and harder. He took the dildo and shoved it back in her mouth. "Suck it!" He demanded through gritted teeth. He was so close, but he wanted to wait. He pulled out, his body and cock protesting. He undid the handcuffs, but kept the blindfold on. He moved her to the table and had her lay her belly on top of it. He spread her legs and then grabbed the handcuffs. He handcuffed her to the table and took out the paddle. "A dirty little girl, that's what you are. Taking money for sex. A dirty little girl who needs to be punished." "Yes." She mumbled. "Yes, Master." He commanded in a loud voice. He took the paddle and smack her bottom with it. Stopping for a moment, he retrieved the forgotten camera and took pictures of her handcuffed to the table. "A dirty little girl, needs punishing..." He muttered to himself, stroking himself a few times. He set the camera on a table and set up the timer on it. It would take eight continuous shots. He pushed the button and got back in place. As the flash exposed them, he whacked her bottom, pulled her hair and wacked her bottom, put his finger in her mouth and wacked her bottom and grabbed her tits roughly for the last picture. When the camera was done, he undid the cuffs and lifted her ass onto the table. He dropped the paddle, and kissed her. He hadn't intended on doing that. He had only meant to have his filthy way with her and be on his way. He kissed her and then set up the camera again. This time, 10 pictures. The camera started going off and he began to fuck her hard and deep. She threw her head back and moaned and screamed out her orgasms, one after another. Tom grabbed her tits and pinched her nipples hard. He thrust deep. He was so close to cumming! He picked up the camera and had Sandy follow him to the bed. "Now it's my turn to cum." He said. He put the camera down and set it up to take pictures again. He handcuffed Sandy back to the bed. "Hey now, I want to touch you." She protested. Tom got up and found a washcloth. He balled part of it up and shoved it into Sandy's mouth. He put the blindfold on as Sandy struggled with the gag. "Yeah, I like this." Tom said. He got on top of Sandy, who seemed not to be enjoying this game anymore. She spit the rag out. "Let me go. I'm finished." She said. Tom slapped her across the mouth and she cried out. "You're done when I say you're done." He pushed her head back down onto the pillows and rammed his rock hard cock into her. She gasped and Tom began to ride her again. He took his fingers and placed them around her delicate neck and watched as she gasped for air. Tom was so hot right now, as he pumped as hard as he could into her, the final picture showed his orgasm. He let go of Sandy's neck and it showed large red hand prints. He smacked her across the face again for good measure and got off her. "Well, are you going to undo these cuffs?" Tom picked up her clothes and rummaged around in her pocket till he found his $100. He put on his clothes and stuffed the money in his pocket. He grabbed the camera and any evidence that he had been in the room. He had taken her clothes, her money and her self-respect. He grinned. "That's what you get for being a whore." He said as he walked out the door. Hope you enjoyed it. If you didn't too bad!