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Covered

By: sr71plt



"You know I would give you money if you wanted—for anything but what you've said you need money for."

"I know how you feel about my plans to marry Missy Vanderhof, Anton. I wouldn't ask you for the money I need for a honeymoon. In fact, I don't know why you've been willing to set this arrangement up for me."

"I owe a favor to Luigi too."

I felt it was more than this. Some days I felt that Anton was possessive and jealous of my relationship with a woman and other days I felt that he was tired of me. At one time I thought we were moving to a deeper commitment, but now I wasn't sure. I had not been the one who was vacillating, but this needed to be brought to a head.

We were on a balcony of Villa Sebastian overlooking Italy's Lake Como, the town of Bellagio on the far shore, and the Grigna Mountains in the Italian Alps beyond. You couldn't ask for a more idyllic backdrop for what we were doing. I was lying on my back on a chaise lounge, my silk robe parted and flowing away from me on either side. Anton's knees were buried far up the small of my back, his dick already two inches inside me, waiting for me to open fully to him. He was bent nearly in two and had just lifted his mouth from my cock. I had already sucked his cock to throbbing. There was no question that he was going to fuck me.

I had known that this was what the owner of the prestigious New York art gallery had brought me on the business trip to Rome for, although I was surprised he did as he hadn't appreciated at all learning that I planned to marry into the superwealthy Vanderhof family of the Hamptons on Long Island. My cajoling that being married into the Vanderhofs would make me all the more effective in selling the art in his gallery didn't seem to impress Anton much.

To make that momentous move, I also had to declare that I was going fully straight. No more sitting on that fence, going with men and women alike. The Vanderhofs were just too conservative and too much in the public eye. Anton hadn't taken it well that I wouldn't continue with him on the sly in spite of what I told others I associated with.

I owed him everything. He'd pulled me out of a Chippendales lineup in Las Vegas, saying I had just what he wanted in an art salesman—and in his bed. Knowing artists of all kinds, he had diplomas forged for me at the prestigious Potomac School college prep institution in Virginia and the University of Pennsylvania, not wanting to use schools closer to New York, where clients of the gallery might ask "do you know?" questions. He also had completely outfitted me for the part of a well-heeled New York patrician and had schooled me well in the type of art he handled.

In my defense, I learned quickly and didn't flaunt my "degrees."

When I thought he would kick me out for going "straight," he surprised me by offering me the chance to go to Rome with him on a buying trip. He made no bones about where I'd be sleeping during the trip, and I didn't kick up a fuss. I may have pledged (to myself—of course Missy and her family had no idea I swung both ways. To them, I was just fetching and harmless eye candy) to go one way for something much more comfortable than just security, but the ceremony wasn't for a couple of months and I saw no reason to start early.

Anton was a good lover. He wasn't young—he was in his early fifties—but he was trim and handsome. And he was equipped like a horse and knew how to use his equipment.

I had told him before he'd offered to bring me on this trip that I needed to do some side art deals to earn enough money for the sort of honeymoon Missy and her family would expect. Anton turned me down flat on that—and also said even then he wouldn't give me money to pay for what he said would be the biggest mistake in my life—but he did say, although he didn't want to hear of me making any side art deals, that he'd help me earn the money myself in another way.

He was secretive on how that would happen beyond saying we could combine the trip he already had planned with a money-making venture for me. He really was being too generous about all that—suspiciously so, I thought, knowing how he had railed behind my back about me selling out to the Vanderhofs. For the life of me, though, I couldn't figure out the angle he would be using to stick it to me. Not even after he laid out the plan he'd worked out—which was after he fucked me that morning on the balcony of Villa Sebastian overlooking Lake Como, Belagio, and the Grigna Mountains, could I figure out what his stake in this was—beyond that favor he said he owed Luigi.

We both felt the head of his cock breaching my sphincter muscle. Having done that, he plunged for the depths with that long, thick cock of his, making me arch my back, encase the small of his back with my legs, cry out to the heavens, and hold on for dear life as he pumped me hard and deep. It was a rough fuck, but then that was Anton's style—refined in public demeanor; cruel in bed. It didn't leave me with the impression that he was demonstrating his anger at my decision to leave his bed when we returned to New York.

After he had finished me, making sure that I came before he did, he held for a few minutes, his forehead plastered to mine and watching the fire in my eyes die down to embers of fulfillment and satisfaction. When we'd both cooled—although I knew it wasn't really over; it rarely was over with Anton with just one fuck—he rose off me, pulled me up from the chaise lounge, and guided me over to the marble balustrade overlooking the ground that sloped down to the lake. A stone terrace descended in different levels to the lake and a stone pier and boat house. A swimming pool took up most of the terrace two levels down from the house. Two young men—as young as I was, mid twenties, and in as good a physical shape as I was in, which was very good indeed—were walking around the pool. I had been here a day and a half but I hadn't seen them before—just Luigi, the fashion photographer whose villa this was and his somewhat elderly house staff.

"See the young men down there?" Anton asked.

"Yes. Are they pool boys?" One of them was using a long-handled skimmer to take leaves out of the pool.

"No. They are male models. They are here for Luigi to photograph. If you wish to earn money for your honeymoon, you will get to know those men intimately. And Luigi will be photographing you as well."

I suddenly understood what this money-making plan was. I still was suspicious about Anton's motives, and it may have been that he thought this would embarrass me or that I wouldn't sign off permission to be photographed with those two for someone's private collection. But, if so, Anton didn't fully understand what my short life as a Chippendales dancer had entailed. He should have understood; he fucked me the first night he saw me perform on stage.

I could do this.

* * * *

I was at a disadvantage all during the photo shoots. I spoke a little French, so I could converse to a limited extent with the French model, Jacques, a tall, slender and willowy, androgynous beauty with dark, sultry looks. Luigi, the photographer, a hirsute middle-aged man, who was stocky but heavily muscled, and the other model, an Italian, Paulo, also of dark complexion, but more swarthy than sultry, and strongly muscular, spoke only Italian.

Anton, who, I think, fluently spoke every language known to man, had returned to Rome to buy more paintings, saying that I would know what I needed to do when it arose and that what I needed to do wouldn't have much to do with talking.

What I needed to do was to pay attention and to let Luigi—and the other two models, as needed—manipulate my body as if I was a manikin. And I had to let them pose fashion clothing or remove clothing as they willed. The three of them jabbered like magpies over the scene being shot, and I just did their bidding. Being the blond among dark and sultry Mediterranean men, I always seemed to be in the middle of whatever shoot there was.

Luigi would click off still shots while two assistants walked around with video cameras. We used the full facilities of the villa, from the lakefront to the swimming pool and balcony, and even the various sumptuously appointed bedrooms.

Anton had warned me that the photos included fashion shots but would continue on into three-way sex sessions, with the latter material being sold at high prices to private collectors.

"You'll see clothing shots in international fashion magazines," Anton had said, "But the collector material at the other end of the spectrum will remain in private collector hands."

I made the mistake of not asking him what happened to the material in the middle of the spectrum. I don't know if he would have truthfully told me how some of the fuck scenes would be handled even if I'd asked him. The money being offered, though, was so good that I didn't ask him.

I had never done double penetration before, but I did it now. Typically, the posed clothed shots would move on to me—the Nordic blond—between the two dark-complexioned men, with them undressing me while the three of us kissed and groped one another. More often than not, the first fucking, after I had been on my knees, working their exposed cocks with my mouth, was the two of them taking me separately with the other one still embracing us and both of them clothed. Anton told me later that there was a special market for shots and vids of two clothed men fucking a naked one.

After a break, Jacques and Paulo would get naked too, and we would wrestle around on the given set, with me flat on my back, one of the other models sucking my cock and ass while, my head flung back, I sucked off the other model. They would take turns fucking me then, as I sucked the other one, until the climax came with various positions of both of them with their cocks inside me.

As enjoyable as these two young studs were—in addition to making a lot of money out of letting them have their way with me—the attentions of Luigi were even more arousing. I'd had no idea he would get into the act too, but he did, running the whole gamut from posing with me in clothes for fashion layouts to fucking me hard on lounge beds by the pool and in his own bed, both for the cameras to roll and, at night, between his sheets.

Luigi was well versed in the poses of models, obviously having been one himself earlier in life, and he was very well preserved—a Mediterranean Zeus.

He surprised me the first time he fucked me on the chaise lounge on the villa's balcony where Anton last had nailed me. The surprises were threefold: he manipulated me in such inventive positions; he was horse hung, having a bigger and thicker cock than either of the other models—and of Anton, as well—and I discovered he knew a little English.

"Give me it, give me it, givemeit, baby," he cried out as I was rolled up onto my shoulder blades on the surface of the chaise lounge; Luigi crouched over me, covering me close; my legs stretched out, my ankles fisted in his hands; and his cock driving deep inside me.

I was doing some yelling too and moaning at the thickness of him; the feel of his curly, salt-and-pepper chest hair rubbing on my chest; and the big cock of his penetrating and corkscrewing down into me. All the time the cameras were running and an assistant was clicking off still shots.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" I responded with genuine passion.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, right, baby," he answered in heavily accented English, as he drove harder and faster.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah. Give it to me," I answered in English, involuntarily, not knowing or caring if he understood me. Just wanting him to continue pounding me.

And then, as he settled down into a rhythm, "Lax, baby. Daddy take good care you."

Presuming he was telling me to relax, I did so, going limp, allowing him to penetrate deeper. And he indeed was taking good care of me—very good care indeed.

* * * *

I was lying on my belly on Anton's bed back in Manhattan, and he was stretched out on top of me, his cock still buried inside me, both of us, no doubt, concentrating all of our sensations on his cock going flaccid inside me. I thought of it as a farewell fuck. I hadn't told him, but I'd found a small apartment of my own. There had been no change in our relationship since we'd come back to New York from Rome. And I was slightly irritated that he had so easily given me over to the type of modeling job on Lake Como that he had. Surely he knew what it would entail. He couldn't think much of our relationship if he'd let me fall into that.

I half wondered if he'd gotten a kickback from Luigi for bringing me to the Italian photographer. Or maybe this was his passive aggressive way of getting back at me for my plan to marry and then be faithful to a woman.

We were getting closer and closer to a wedding date, so I had decided that I might as well just leave Anton's bed—and his employment if he fired me—sooner rather than right before moving out to Long Island to the Vanderhof estate.

"Anton, I think—" I started to say to begin the transition.

"I want you to see something I bought today," he said, interrupting me as if he hadn't heard me say anything, He pulled out of me and bounced out of the bed. He left the room. When he came back, he was holding a paperback book in his hands. "I think you'll find this interesting."

I took it from him, looked at the cover of the book, and then back at him, in surprise.

"That's me on the cover of the book—with Luigi. Not a fashion shot. An image of us embracing, half naked." The title on the cover was "Taken at Lake Como." The author's name was habu.

"Yes. Isn't it a scintillating photo? Now I wish I'd been able to stay at Lake Como for that week. Luigi told me that you were quite enjoyable—quite good. Go ahead, read a few paragraphs."

Half in shock, I opened the book and started to read:

"Give me it, give me it, givemeit, baby," the count cried out as the American rent-boy, Jon, was rolled up onto his shoulder blades on the surface of the chaise lounge; Count Benito crouched over the beautifully formed body of the blond prostitute, covering him close; stretching his flexible legs out, gripping the young man's ankles with his strong, patrician hands; and driving his thick cock deep inside the well-used anal passage.

The American writhed under the horse-hung count, crying out for the fuck and moaning at the thickness of him; the feel of his curly, salt-and-pepper chest hair rubbing on the American's heaving chest; and the big cock of his penetrating and corkscrewing down into the depths of the throbbing channel.

"Oh god, yes, fuck me, Fuck me, FUCK ME!" the rent-boy answered.

"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, right, baby," the count answered in heavily accented English, as he drove harder and faster.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck yeah. Give it to me," Jon answered in English, involuntarily, not knowing or carrying if the count understood him. Just wanting him to continue pounding away with his cock.

And then, as he settled down into a rhythm, the count whispered, "Relax, baby. Daddy will take good care of you." Having given the Italian aristocrat the arousal that got him hard and saddled, Jon relaxed and went limp, his arms dangling off the sides of the chaise lounge on the balcony of the count's lakeside villa, and arching his head over the end of the divan for his mouth to receive the cock of the count's son, Guido, as the young man moved into place and his hands slid down to the American rent-boy's nipples.

"That's me," I said, now in deeper shock. "Not just the cover image but the text as well. And whereas Luigi's name was changed, mine wasn't. Anyone I know reading this will know it's me."

"Precisely," Anton said, with a smile on his face. "I thought using your real name was a nice touch. I think I forgot to tell you that, in addition to fashion photographs and private porn clients, Luigi runs a gay male image photo service. Your image is going to be plastered over quite a few erotica and porn books, I'll bet—a lot of them with gay content. This one is as connected to you personally as it can get."

"I don't understand. Why—?"

"It would be tragic, I think if this were to fall into the hands of the Vanderhofs. I doubt they'd want you to marry into their family with book covers like this floating around."

"You would—?"

"I've thought of everything I could to keep you with me, to keep you from making the mistake of trying to act straight. It would be a miserable life for you. And I want you so much. You don't have to marry Missy Vanderhof. You could marry me."

"Marry you? You'd go to these lengths to keep me with you?"

Beyond what I was saying, I was searching my mind for evidence that he, as he said, had tried everything he could to keep me with him. I certainly hadn't seen that. I thought I'd done everything I could to open his eyes to committing to me, without effect. What had he just said? That I could marry him?

"Yes, you must know I want you to stay with me."

"Well, if you want it that badly . . ." I tried to hide my euphoria. This was all I wanted. Bringing in the possibility of marrying Missy Vanderhof had all been a Hail Mary ploy to try to make him commit. And it had worked. Not in the way I had anticipated, but it nevertheless had worked.

"Let me show you how badly I want to keep you," he whispered, as, having gotten hard again, his cock once more was beginning to move inside me.

I relaxed. "Oh, Daddy, give it to me," I whispered, determined to read the rest of that book as soon as I could to see just how much sex I had enjoyed between its covers.

Covered by a Stallion



Author's Note: Contrary to rumors being promulgated by erectile dysfunction advertisements so common on television, there exists a significant percentage of the over-50 male population can still get a raging erection without chemical assistance. A lesser but not insignificant number are also hung like horses. This story, although pure fiction, is dedicated to all of the "old guys" out there who can still "tear it up."

***

Jake Hughes, the owner of Blue Sky Horse Farm, sat at his kitchen table sipping coffee as he stared out the window at what could only be described as a gloomy Saturday morning. Overnight rains had left the farm drenched and a heavy fog had set in, obscuring his view of the mountains that encircled the pastures where his horses grazed. The house was quiet and dark and it was times like this that he was most lonely.

At age 52, Jake was a widower. He had lost Ramona, his wife of 17 years, in an automobile accident just over a year ago. The only thing had had preserved his sanity was that his step-daughter Steph, a high-spirited 19 year-old was still living in the house. 

Both Jake and Steph were devastated by the loss of Ramona, and both grieved mightily, yet as time passed, they gathered themselves and began to move on.

Naturally, moving on was easier for Steph than Jake...A high school senior, her life lay ahead of her and she was attacking it with a vengeance. She had plans for college and although she missed her mom, she filled each day with a stunning variety of social and school activities. It seemed to Jake that she was always arriving or departing and never really home very much.

Jake, on the other hand, was not fairing as well and it was mornings like this that he missed Ramona the most. Had she still been with him, they would most likely still be in bed and most likely Jake would be mounting Ramona's upturned ass for their second fuck of the morning.

As corny as it sounds, Ramona and Jake met in the local grocery in the small town where they both lived. She was a successful trial attorney, dressed in a dark suit, stockings and heels, and he was in dirty jeans, muddy boots and an old shirt. His scarred hand brushed her neatly manicured one as they both reached for a can of black beans in the canned goods aisle and the connection was instant.

They had a couple of formal "dates" and then easily drifted into a comfortable relationship...About three weeks into the relationship, Jake took Ramona into his bedroom and it was there she discovered that her horse farmer boyfriend was a stallion in his own right. Jake would never forget Ramona's gasp of surprise and the wide-eyed look on her face when she first reached under the sheets and grasped the nine inches of thick, erect penis laying on his belly.

"Oh my!" she whispered as she pulled back the sheet. "You're a big boy!"

From that point on, sex was a constant in their life and Jake never tired of Ramona's gasps of, "Oh please go easy baby! You're so damned big!" as he pistoned his penis into her wide-stretched pussy.

Steph, two years old at the time, soon became part of his daily life as well and Ramona and Jake's wedding followed quickly. The three of them settled into a quiet lifestyle and lived happily for the next 17 years until the day the deputy drove into the drive with the news of Ramona's accident. 

Unbeknown to Jake, Ramona had taken out a large insurance package which left him set for life and provided for both Steph's undergraduate college education and graduate school should that be her choice. He was free to run his horse farm without financial concerns and both he and Steph were provided for, but he was a very lonely man.

He had made a couple of attempts to date, but it was much more difficult at age 52 than at 35 when he and Ramona had dated. The number of available women was much smaller now and he discovered that when you're a guy in your 50's, younger women don't even see you...You're completely invisible to any woman under the age of 45. 

Additionally, he discovered that with age comes "issues" and between his issues and the collective issues of the older women who were available, a match was not in the making. After a few attempts, he gave up, rationalizing that he had experienced the one true love in his life and there was nothing left out there for him.

As Jake sipped his coffee and thought of Saturday mornings with Ramona, he shifted in his chair and rearranged his half-erect penis in his jeans. He had not had sex since the day of Ramona's death, resorting to the Internet, personal lubricant, and his right hand to relieve his frustrations and loneliness. Hours alone with only thoughts of Ramona squirming under him led to many nights of frustration followed by limited masturbation-induced relief.

After their marriage, Jake and Ramona had built a three bedroom house with the master suite on one end of the house and two smaller bedrooms and a connecting bath on the other. Steph had used one of the smaller bedrooms from the beginning, and when she started having friends over, Ramona just told her to "expand her domain" to both smaller bedrooms and the connecting bath. This, in effect, turned the Hughes' household into a small dormitory for young females. That had continued even after Ramona's death and this Saturday was no different than others.

There was a racket in the back of the house and Jake grinned as he heard feminine laughter and scurrying about coming from the vicinity of Steph's bedrooms. As was usual for a weekend, several of Steph's friends had spent the night at the house. Soon, the house was filled with the sound of the shower running, blow dryers whining, and girls giggling as they prepared for whatever the day would bring. 

Jake busied himself with starting the day as well...Checking his email, making a couple of phone calls to arrange feed deliveries for the horses, and generally waiting for the weather to clear a little. Suddenly, the noise that had been contained in Steph's bedroom became significantly louder as four young women burst into the kitchen. 

"Mornin' girls!" Jake grinned as Steph, Ann, Joy, and Amanda tumbled into the room, not unlike a small litter of puppies.

"Hey Dad," Steph replied as she wrapped him in a hug and kissed his cheek. The other girls all greeted him similarly, giving him a hug and kiss as well. He reveled in the sensation as their firm young bodies pressed against his and their arms went around his neck. 

The girls had grown up together and he had known them since Steph's preschool years, so hugs were part of the routine for all of the girls. Typical of the custom in the area, they called him by his first name, reserving "Mr." and Ms." for teachers, employers and the like.

"Want some breakfast?" Jake asked, knowing the answer.

"Naah," Steph replied, "We're going down to the mall and will stop on the way and get something."

"How long you goin' to be gone" he asked.

"Probably most of the day," Steph replied. "We're going to see a movie while we're there."

"Oh, okay."

"Okay then, we're on our way!" Steph said as she bent to kiss his cheek one more time.

"Um, wait." Jake said. "Weren't there five of you when you came in last night?"

"Oh, yeah." Steph replied. "Billi's still in the bed. She's not going with us because she has something to do late this afternoon."

"Oh, okay."

With calls of "Bye Jake!" and "See you later!" the girls were out the door and walking toward Steph's SUV. Jake stood at the window and in an instant, his mood changed from sad to bitter. He watched the girls as their long legs carried their denim encased asses across the yard. Those asses, and the breast and pussies that came with them, had been a growing source of frustration for him over the last three months. 

He knew what he was carrying between his legs and he knew that if it were on a twenty year old stud, those girls would be all over it, but once again, the phenomenon of the 52 year-old man that was invisible to young females had reared its ugly head. To them, he existed only as a dad, and an old one at that....He was neither a threat nor desirable...He was invisible.

"How ironic is it," Jake thought bitterly, "that I would end up this horny when there is that much fine pussy just down the hall almost every night of the week?"

It wasn't that he was particularly interested in fucking these girls...He was simply horny beyond belief and had no relief in sight...And the girls were around him all the time.

He shook his head as if to clear it, turned and walked back into the kitchen. He paused in a brief moment of puzzlement as he heard a toilet flush in the back of the house.

"Oh yeah, Billi." he thought as he poured another cup of coffee and sat down at the table.

In a moment, he heard the bedroom door open and looked up with a grin as a tousled haired Billi walked into the room wearing an oversized tee shirt and little else.

"Hey Cowgirl!" he smiled at her, using a nickname he had given her years ago as a result of her insistence as a child to dress like a cowgirl, a preference she still maintained. 

While Steph and her other buddies tended to follow fashion trends, Billi stuck with the classic cowgirl look of boot-cut jeans, boots, and western style shirts. Her only nod to fashion was a tendency to paint her nails bright colors. Today, as she walked across the room, Jake could not miss the vibrant hot pink flash of her fingernails and toenails.

"Hey Jake. " She grinned back.

"Coffee?"

"Ummm-Hmm."

"You know where the cups are."

As Billi shuffled by him she bent down and kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes as the scent of her body, still warm from bed, surrounded him.

Jake liked all of Steph's friends, but Billi was his favorite. She absolutely loved horses and unlike the other girls, was happy spending hours with Jake as he went about the business of running the farm. From the time she first started visiting Steph, if she went missing while visiting the farm, everyone knew that if they found Jake, they would find Billi.

Unlike the other tall leggy girls in Steph's group of friends, Billi was petite. Only five feet two inches tall, she had a very tight, athletic body. Her muscular calves and thighs blended into curvy hips with nice round asscheeks that protruded enticingly. Her hips were topped by a narrow waist and round firm breasts that stood proud, even when Billi chose not to wear a bra. 

Jake had fantasized about all of Steph's friends at one time or another, but it was Billi that was the focus of most of his sexual attention. As a result, Jake often found himself gazing at her as she moved about the house. Today was no different. 

As she stood on tiptoe to reach for a coffee cup, the muscles of her calves and thighs went tight and the hem of her tee slid up until the lower curvature of her panty-covered ass peeped into Jake's field of vision. He looked as long as he dared then took a sip of coffee. 

Billi poured her coffee, took a sip and then set the cup down and stretched her arms above her head as she yawned and stretched. Again, the hem of the tee slid up, this time pulling tight over her nipples and revealing a taunt little belly and the waistband of her panties. 

Jake surreptitiously glanced over at Billi's muscular little belly and the lacy waistband of her pink panties and his penis expanded at the sight of the dark shadow of her pubic hair under her panties. Without thinking he groaned aloud.

"You okay?" Billi asked, cocking her head in concern.

"M-m-m-m? " Jake responded distractedly, "Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"So, you just groan out loud all the time?" Billi said as she sat down across the table from Jake.

"Yeah," Jake replied with a grin, "Old men groan more than you might think and for a variety of reasons."

"H-m-m-m-m..." 

This was another thing Jake liked about Billi. Unlike the other girls, she didn't seem to mind, and usually seemed to enjoy, sitting and talking with Jake. More than once, the other girls had to goad Billi into leaving with them because she seemed more content talking with Jake than going with them to the mall or whereever. To Jake, Billi may have been a 19 year-old girl, but she had the soul of a mature woman.

They had been sitting at the table for a while, chatting about this and that when abruptly, the air was filled with a guttural, high pitched whinnying. Jake slapped his forehead and cursed.

"What?" Billi said.

"I forgot...I've got a mare in the barn that is in season and I was going to use Bolt to cover her. I thought it could wait until Monday when the hands are back and could help, but last night when I had her in the corral, she was breaking down in front of him and he was almost going over the fence to get to her."

"Bolt's young right? Has he ever covered a mare?" Billi asked as she sipped her coffee.

"No, this would be his first. That's why I wanted the hands here to help."

"Who's the mare?" she asked.

"Rain," he replied, "She's kind of laid back and I thought she would be a good first for Bolt."

"Yeah, you're probably right."

While this type of conversation may have seemed unusual or even bizarre to the casual observer, it was normal "horse talk" for Jake and Billi. It was inevitable that in their years of hanging around the farm, all of Steph's friends had, at some point, observed a stallion covering a mare. 

As young children, their initial reaction to seeing horses breeding was the simple curiosity typical of youngsters. As they grew older they would giggle about the horses "making babies." Here lately, their reactions had evolved into casually ignoring the activity except for an occasional glance in awe at the massive erect penis on whatever stallion might be involved in the process.

Except for Billi...Her love for horses, combined with her natural curiosity, led to her involvement in all facets of running the farm. She had seen many mares covered by stallions over the years. 

At first, Jake made every effort to try to keep her away from the process, but more often than not, she managed to end up hanging on the fence as he and the hands struggled with a reluctant mare or a timid stallion. He had never let her in the corral because he was concerned for her safety, but she knew the process very well.

She knew that when Jake said that Rain was "breaking down," he meant that the mare was squatting in front of the stallion and urinating, signaling that she was ready to be mounted and penetrated. She also knew that with Bolt being inexperienced it might be difficult to get him to cover the mare. Finally, she knew that this couldn't wait until another day. When a mare was ready, she was ready and there was no time to waste.

"Well," she said as she drained her coffee cup, "Let me get some jeans on and I'll come out and help you.

"Nope," said Jake as he stood up. "I don't want you in the corral with them. I'll do it by myself."

"Jake, you'll need some help. You just said you were hoping to be able to wait until Monday when the hands were here."

"Yeah, well, they're not here and this has to be done, so I'll do it by myself."

"Just let me get my jeans on and..."

"Billi," Jake growled, "You're not getting in the corral. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Fine!" she pouted as she pushed back from the table, "I'll just get dressed and go home!"

"Billi..." Jake said, exasperated...But she stomped from the room without another word.

Jake walked out to the barn, noticing as he passed the corral that the previous evening's rain had turned it to slop. 

"Great!" he muttered to himself, "This is going to be nothing but a pain in the ass."

He opened the barn and walked to the stall where Rain danced impatiently. She was normally a fairly calm horse, but her need for a stallion had her nervous and jumpy. Jake led her to the corral, turned her out and then turned to get Bolt from a second corral across the barnyard. 

Bolt, too, was nervous and jumpy, his ears pricked up, nostrils flaring and eyes walling as he was led to the corral where Rain waited. Rain immediately squatted and urinated when Bolt pranced into the corral and Jake watched with interest as Bolts penis immediately unsheathed itself and extended into full erection.

"All right!" Jake muttered, "This is going to be a piece of cake!"

But it wasn't. The mare was overly jumpy and Bolt just didn't know what to do. Three times he mounted her, but each time he didn't seem to know how to penetrate her. The more he tried, the more frantic both the young stallion and mare became.

Jake finally gave up on letting things happen "naturally" and stepped back into the corral. He thought if perhaps he secured Rain's reins to the fence to hold her still, Bolt would mount her and he could then help Bolt with the penetration by inserting the penis himself.

He grabbed Rain's bridle and tied it off on the fence. Then he gathered up Bolt and led him to the waiting mare. Bolt immediately raised up and mounted Rain, but just as Jake reached to grab Bolt's penis, Rain shifted violently to the side and knocked Jake against the wall of the barn and Bolt dismounted and trotted off around the corral.

"Shit!" Jake cursed as he rubbed his arm where it had been abraded by the rough barn wall.

Again he gathered the Bolt up and again, just as Bolt mounted, Rain danced sideways, knocking Jake off his feet.

"Fuck it!" Jake cursed as he stood and raked mud off his jeans and shirt.

Just as he turned to walk toward Bolt a third time, he saw a slim figure moving across the corral. It was Billi.

"Dammit Billi," Jake called, "I told you..."

"Shut up Jake!" Billi shot back, "You aren't doing so hot right now, so just shut up. Calm Rain down and let me see if I can get Bolt up on her."

"Billi..." Jake growled.

"Shut up Jake! I'm doin' this, so just shut up!"

"Dammit!" Jake spat as he walked to Rain and started trying to calm her.

Billi finally cornered Bolt and grabbed his reins. Talking softly and running her hands over his flank, she soothed him for a moment then led him to the mare.

"Now be careful..." Jake warned.

"Shut up Jake. I'm not the one who's been knocked down twice now am I?"

Just then Bolt raised up and mounted Rain. His engorged penis bobbed as he tried to thrust into the mare. He was close enough to her but simply couldn't hit the target. Rain was again getting antsy and began to dance. Billi looked in panic at Jake, understanding fully the danger of being trampled.

"You're going to have to help him" Jake said, trying to stay calm but the desperation in his voice obvious. "Just take hold of him and put him in her."

Billi nodded, turned and reaching forward, grasped the stallion's penis in her small hand. The engorged organ was thicker than her wrist and the contrast of her slim red-nailed fingers on the black flesh of the horse's penis was stark.

"Oh!" Billi whispered, almost to herself.

"What?" Jake asked, thinking something was wrong.

"His p-penis," she stuttered unthinkingly. "It so warm!"

Jake's head jerked around in surprise at her comment, but he said nothing. 

Billi leaned down, biting her lower lip in concentration and after a couple of tries managed to insert the stallion into the mare. Then, it was as if a switch had been thrown in Bolt's brain and he settled down to the business of covering the mare. Rain, for her part, stood stoically and let Bolt have his way.

"Okay," Jake said as he exhaled heavily.

They both backed away from the horses and leaned against the barn. Jake turned to Billi to thank her, but stopped when he saw her face. She had not taken her eyes from the stallion's penis and she stood with her lips partially open, eyes slightly glazed.

"Hey," he said as he touched her arm. "You okay?"

"H-m-m-m-m?" she pulled her gaze from the horses and realizing she had been caught watching, blushed with embarrassment she mumbled, "Yeah, I'm okay."




Covered by a Stallion



At that moment Bolt's tail flagged, signaling that he had emptied his seed into Rain. He stood still, then dismounted after a moment.

"Well, so much for that" Jake intoned as he turned to walk from the corral. "Let's hope he took a lesson. I don't want to do that again anytime soon. C'mon, let's go into the barn and see if we can get some of this mud off."

Billi followed, walking along almost as if in a trance. As they entered the barn, Jake turned and walked toward the tack room.

"There's some towels back here we can use to wipe down with. That way we won't track mud into the house."

He stopped at the door to the tack room and removed his boots. Billi did the same and they walked into the warmth of the room. The tack room, filled with saddles, bridles and other gear, was one of Billi's favorite places. It was quiet and isolated and filled with the smell of leather and she was always soothed when she walked into the room.

After Ramona's death, Jake has enlarged the room into a "man cave," adding heat and AC, a bathroom with a shower, and furnishing it with easy chair, desk, and bed. He found the room to be a comfort when Steph wasn't home and often slept in the room when his house was empty and he was lonely.

Jake busied himself finding towels and when he turned to hand one to Billi he noticed that she still seemed distracted.

"You sure you're okay" he asked with concern.

Again, she jerked her head as if she had been brought back from another world. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well, take this towel see if you can get some of that mud off." 

She wiped at her jeans for a minute and then she paused.

"Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"Um...Did she like it?'

"What?"

"Rain...Did she like it when Bolt went inside her?"

"Um...Why?"

"Well, I just wondered. I've, um, ya know, done it and it was fun but...."

"Billi! That's a little too much information!"

"No. Really Jake. I'm serious. Does the mare like it like humans do? Does it feel good to her?"

"Um, well," Jake stammered as he glanced in Billi's direction only to be met by her direct stare. "I'm not sure, but I think a mare's needs are more to, um, insure the survival of the species. Humans have sex for that reason too, but I'd say that sex is more fun for humans than animals...But I'm not sure. Rain's never told me."

"Very funny Jake." Billi replied sharply. "I'm serious."

"Sorry...I didn't mean to make fun."

"It just that he was so big and his, well, he was so firm and warm." Again she stared off.

Jake paused to look at Billi. He saw that her nipples were protruding against her damp tee shirt and she unconsciously had one hand cupped at the crotch of her jeans. 

"Fuck me!" he thought as he continued to look at Billi, "She's so turned on she can't stand it."

Just then she caught him staring and she knew that he knew. She turned her eyes to the floor.

"Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"C-can you...Um...H-help me?" Her demeanor had suddenly become mild and submissive.

"Billi, baby..."

"Really Jake...I need it...Right now...Can I be you mare? C-can you cover me? Like Bolt? Please?"

Jake didn't know what to do...He knew what he wanted to do...

Billi, sensing his hesitation, upped the ante by reaching down to her sides, grasping the hem of her tee, and stripping it off over her head. She shook her hair out of her eyes and stood facing Jake nude from the waist up. 

Tiny pink nipples stood rigid on the upturned surfaces of her perfectly round breasts, her need unmistakable. Jake stood frozen in place.

"Jake?"

Lust overrode reason and common sense. Jake unbuttoned his shirt, stripped it off and dropped it on the floor. Then he stepped around behind Billi. 

Taking both her tiny wrists in one of his hands, he pulled her arms over her head until she stood with arms fully extended and she was standing on tiptoe. His other hand caressed her ribcage and moved around to cup her breasts, glossing over her nipples until she wriggled in need, then pinching them lightly as her hips began to slowly move back and forth.

"So, you want to know what it's like to be a mare? To be covered by a stallion?"

"Y-y-e-s-s-s-s-s..." her response was a hiss of passion.

Still holding her arms high, he slipped his hand around to the button on the fly of her jeans, released it, slid the zipper down and slid his hand in to cup her pussy. Her panties were soaked through with her excitement.

"Y-a-a-ah! Oh god!" she bucked in his hand as his middle finger slid over the wet material and grazed her clitoris.

He stripped off her jeans and panties and stared in awe at the sight of her small nude form. Turning to the wall he walked over, reached up and took a leather strap off the wall. Working quickly as she watched with a questioning look on her face, he fashioned a bridle of sorts.

"Come here."

"B-but...A bridle?"

"You said you wanted to know what a mare felt....Come here..."

Her bare feet padded over the smooth floor and she stood before him, head bowed. He fit the makeshift bridle over her head, placing a portion of the strap in her mouth as if it were a bit. Then he pulled the straps tight and felt a sense of satisfaction as he saw he could now control her completely.

"Now...Over here..."

He led her to a sawhorse used to support saddles and bent her forward, tying the bridle so that her head was down and her legs straight and her ass upturned. He could see her hair covered pussy lips peeking from between her thighs.

"Grab the bar with both hands Billi and don't let go."

"O-okay..." she mumbled through the makeshift bridle.

Again, he stroked her nipples and traced patterns over her belly until she began to buck in need. His hands stroked behind her knees and then up between her thighs until she cocked her ass up and spread her legs, revealing the slick hot pinkness of her pussy. 

Stroking around the edges of her pussy, Jake lightly rubbed her clit and listened as she mewled into the leather strap between her jaws. With one slow but steady stroke, he slid his middle finger into her and buried it to the knuckle. 

Her head jerked up in surprise and she squealed in delight. He couldn't help but notice that as aroused and wet as she was, her pussy was tiny...And very tight...Her small physique carried over to her pussy...Taking his cock would be an ordeal for her, but he couldn't wait to mount her.

He walked over to the small table beside the bed and opening the drawer, removed a bottle of personal lubricant he had kept there for when he needed to jack off. Moving around in front of her, he slowly unzipped his jeans, and in one motion stripped them off along with his briefs. The full nine inches of his erection sprang into view and stood rigid. 

The stem was thick and heavily veined, the head shone like a freshly peeled onion, and his testicles hung like two large plums between his legs. He flexed his sphincter and the head swelled, growing angrily red...A drop of precum seeping from the slit and stood ready to drip to the floor. Wasting no time, poured his hand full of lubricant and using a motion not unlike what he used to jack off, spread it over the full length of his penis.

Billi's eyes bulged as Jake stood before her. She had no idea that he was this large and the idea of taking his massive cock into what she knew was her tiny pussy was terrifying. She pulled her head against the makeshift bridle but found she was firmly secured to the sawhorse. 

Jake stepped around behind her and grasping her defenseless hips in his large hands, used his thumbs to slowly spread her asscheeks until he could see both the gaping slit of her pussy and the pucker of her tiny anus. 

Again he flexed his sphincter and then milked a dollop of precum out of the stem of his penis. Catching it on his fingers, he spread it over the plum shaped bullet of his cockhead.

Pushing his legs between hers, he forced he ankles apart until her legs were sufficiently spread, then squatted and dipped his hips until the head of his penis rested between Billi's pussy lips.

Billi's head jerked up and she clenched her asscheeks and squealed in fear as she felt the massive plum-shaped cockhead begin to penetrate her body. Jake worked the head back and forth slowly, gritting his teeth at the exquisite sensation of Billi's tightness grasping his burgeoning cockhead. Eventually, he managed to get the head completely buried inside her and hesitating only for a second, gave another firm thrust forward.

"Y-i-i-i-e-e-e-e-e!" Billi squealed around the leather bridle as she felt him stretching her hole.

"Like that little mare?" he questioned sarcastically as he drew back for another thrust.

"N-e-e-o-o-o-o-o!" she squalled shaking her head as if to shake off the pain.

"But you want to be covered by a stallion, right?" he thrust back into her, gaining another inch.

"W-a-a-a-a-a-h-h-h-h!!!" she squalled as a fine sheen of sweat began to form on her body

He drew back slowly and, as gently as he could in his state of lust, pushed in again. She stood on tiptoe and again cried out as four more thick, fleshy inches slid into her tiny body. 

He stopped and held still, panting in unbridled lust. Looking down, he could now see only a third of his penis remaining outside Billi's pussy. Her pussy lips were stretched tight around his shaft and her juices gathered from the friction on his cock.  

He pulled back again, this time pulling out until he could see the angry red edges of his cockhead, then grasping her hips and picking her up until her feet were off the floor he aligned her pussy with the trajectory of his penis and in one smooth thrust, penetrated her to the hairs.

"Y-e-e-e-e-o-o-o-w! A-r-r-r-g-h!" Her legs kicked out straight, the muscles quivering tight with definition and her toes curled as she felt his cockhead press against her cervix.

"Y-a-a-a-a-i-e-e-e-o-o-o-h!" She screeched as he pulled her pussy up tight against his groin and flexed his sphincter, causing the bulging knob of his penis to swell even more in the clinging depths of her pussy.

He held still and she quieted, panting desperately and holding on to the crossbar as he held her feet off the floor, her tiny body impaled and quivering.

"Okay little mare," he growled. "Now the fun begins."

She only shook her head side to side, desperately looking over her shoulder hoping to plead with her eyes. He ignored her.

Slowly, he withdrew his penis from her tightly clinging pussy. Pulling out until only the head remained inside, he slowly pushed back inside her. She tensed, but this time the pain wasn't as intense. Again, he pulled back and then thrust forward...And then again...And then he heard it...

"Oh! Oh god!" she whispered.

Saying nothing, he began to smoothly thrust in and out of Billi's tiny hole. Each stroke became easier, smoother, and slicker. 

She began to groan in pleasure and soon her head was up and she was grunting and cursing behind the leather bridle as he rode in and out of her. With each stroke in, his balls cracked against her bulging clitoris, causing her to jerk in pleasure.

He continued thrusting in a slow, deliberate manner, every stroke pulling out to the point that only the head of his cock was inside Billi, then thrusting forward until she was fully impaled on the rigid flesh of his cock. 

As she felt the bulging head of his cock burrow into her, Billi closed her eyes and threw her head back in absolute, unadulterated pleasure. Arching her torso, she bucked in one orgasm after another, desperately hanging onto the sawhorse while thrusting back onto Jake as he repeatedly pumped into her.

"Oh-god-those-balls-feel-so-good!" she panted with each slap of his cum filled orbs against her defenseless clit. 

He was holding her ass in the position that gave him deepest penetration, thrusting so furiously that sweat dripped off him onto the smooth surface of her ass. 

She could only gasp and groan as orgasm after orgasm washed over her until finally she was staring straight ahead but not seeing, feeling only the thick meat of Jake's massive cock pounding into her time and again. Then she noticed that his pace changed and with the change came an obvious further swelling of the head of his cock.

"Oh, god Billi! I-I'm almost t-there!" he gasped almost as if surprised.

And with those words he was pounding into her lithe frame so rapidly that her tits were swinging back and forth violently and she was squealing with every stroke. Suddenly, he slammed into her one last time, the head of his cock pressing against her now tender cervix and he began to squirt glob after glob of cum into her grasping pussy.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh god Billi!" he grunted as he pressed into her, squirting his load into her tiny, tender pussy.

"O-o-o-o-o-h-h-h-h, y-e-e-e-s-s-s-s, J-a-a-a-k-e!!" she squealed as she pressed her ass back against his pelvis, wriggling against him, all the while milking his continuously squirting cock for every drop of cum, and vibrating in her own orgasmic spasms. 

As their orgasms subsided, Jake leaned forward and loosened the makeshift bridle, letting it fall from Billi's slender neck. Billi had collapsed onto the sawhorse and stood bent over with Jake's penis still embedded in her pussy, panting as her heartbeat pounded in her ears. 

Jake gently pulled back, groaning as her cum slickened sheath clung to his still-firm erection. 

"Oh my god!" she whispered as he came free of her, his penis brushing her clit as he stepped away.

He reached and lightly grasped her shoulders, pulling her upright and back against his body. His cock, still erect, was trapped between his belly and her back.

"You okay now?" he asked as he lightly kissed the top of her head.

She sighed and nodded her head, leaning against him.

"C'mon, let's get a shower."

Again she just nodded.

He walked her to the shower and after adjusting the flow of the water, got in with her. She groaned in pleasure as his large soapy hands covered her lithe body and then stood quietly while he dried first her, then himself, with bulky towels.

Still nude, he led her to the bed, pulled back the blanket and sheet, sat down, gathered her in his arms and lay down with her small frame tucked in the protective hug of his arms.

An hour later, a somewhat confused Billi awoke to find herself alone in the bed. She groaned as she moved her legs and felt a dull ache, the remnants of what happened earlier.

Raising up on one elbow she looked across the room to see Jake, still nude, sitting in the easy chair.

"Hey Cowgirl..." he grinned.

"Hey yourself," she said blushing as her mind raced back to earlier that day.

"How you feelin'?"

"Um, a little sore I guess..."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, um no...Um, not at first...You're so big...It hurt like hell at first Jake!" tears brimming in her eyes.

"But ...?"

"Jake, don't make me tell you...You know I liked it...You know I did."

"Well, I guess if you liked it the first time, you'll love the second time."

"Huh?"

Her eyes grew large as her reached down and raised his fully erect penis so that it was standing vertically off his lap.

"J-Jake...I don't think..."

"Hush Cowgirl...This will be fun..."

"B-but Jake..."

"Butt's a short cigarette...Come over here."

She stood gingerly, walked across the room and stood stood staring at the floor, not believing he was going to fuck her again.

Again, he stroked the lubricant onto his penis and then held it straight up so she could mount it.

"Come on Cowgirl," he encouraged gently, "Straddle your legs over the chair arms and mount up...It'll be fun...I promise."

"P-please don't make me...."

"Hush, Billi. You wanted to be covered like a mare and I covered you. Now you're going to learn how to ride like a real cowgirl. Climb on girl, I promise it will be fun."

She hesitantly moved to one side of the chair and gasping as her sore muscles stretched, lifted one leg over the arm of the chair as if getting on a bicycle. The chair was so wide that her legs were spread to the point that the large tendons stood out at the juncture of her muscular thighs...She grasped his shoulders and lifted herself...Then the head of his penis was at her widespread pussy lips. 

"O-oh y-yes, p-please" she groaned at the contact, forgetting her fear. 

"Go slow" he commanded between gasps of pleasure as she slowly, oh so very slowly slid down on him. 

"U-u-n-n-n-g-g-h! O-oh, p-please, oh god!" she breathed as he filled her and she settled into his lap. 

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, holding her still, stroking her, letting her settle, letting her breathe, reveling in sensation of the warmth of her breath on his neck. Then he turned and their lips met, tongues thrashing, and he felt her orgasm begin... 

"Oh, yes. Oh, g-god y-y-y-e-e-s-s-s!" she moaned into his mouth. 

Gradually, her orgasm subsided, yet he continued to cradle her in his arms, stroking her back and hips until her breathing settled...The he shifted and flexed his hips, thrusting up into her, grinding the base of his penis into her and lightly rubbing his thumb over her clit... 

"U-n-n-n-u-u-g-h!" she groaned as she sat up, her eyes staring into his in surprise. 

She could easily cum again, yet he didn't make the movement that will bring her to her crisis... 

Slowly he stroked her face, neck and shoulders, calming yet exciting her simultaneously... Again his fingers found her nipples and began their insistent stroking and pinching... 

"A-h-h-h-h, y-y-yes!" she whispered as the sensations rocket through her body. 

She closed he eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy as her second orgasm crashed through her body...She ground her hips down onto his pelvis again and again, trying to get him deeper inside her. 

"P-please," she gasped as the tremors in her body subside, "I need for you to fuck me...I want you moving inside me!" 

The pleading in her eyes pierced his heart...He so wanted her to be happy, to have what she wanted...Yet, he shook his head side to side... 

"Not yet..." he says "You're not ready yet..." 

"B-but I a-am r-rea...A-h-h-h-h, my god!" she stammered as she was interrupted by another flex of his sphincter and thrust of his hips...Stretching the her tiny pussy tight around the base of his penis, his thumb again punished her clit...At the same time the fingers of his other hand lightly twisted her nipples and she fell into his arms thrashing in another orgasm...This one lasted for what seems like forever...She had trouble catching her breath and was afraid to move when he gave another thrust sent her over the edge a fourth time... 

"P-please..." she plead in a whisper, her lips barely moving on his shoulder. 

She felt him shift, and then stand and grasp her ass with his hands and she wrapped her legs around his back as he walked to the bed, still inside her...Each footstep caused a jolt that jounced her clitoris against the base of his penis...She was about to cum again when he bent and lowered her to the bed...Without leaving her, he got on his hands and knees and with her legs locked around his back, he moved until she was centered in the bed...Each movement caused her to gasp in pleasure and she was again on the verge of cumming... 

He raised up on his hands and knees and pulled her legs around so that he held them in crook of his arms...Then the thrusting began...It was slow, yet incessant, never pausing, he pushed into her to the root of his penis then pulled out until only the head remains inside her...Looking down he could see her tiny pussy clinging to his cock like an infant's mouth as if trying to suck it deep inside her again and again...

On the fifth stroke she was cumming again, yet this time he didn't stop stroking...Soon she crying out in a combination of lust and need for respite...




Covered by a Stallion



His strokes slowed, then stopped...He was in her to the hilt, his balls resting on her upturned ass as she squirmed on him...He held her tight as he felt his orgasm begin to build and her eyes widened as she felt the head of his penis swell and then squirt into her...

" Oh, Jake," she whispered.

*****

At about 10:00 PM the following Friday night, Steph walked into the den where Jake was reading, bent and kissed him on the cheek.

"I'm going to town and then I'm going to spend the night at Amanda's."

"You're going to town at ten o'clock?" Jake said as he looked at his watch.

"Yes Dad," Steph grinned. "It's not like the olden days when you were a kid and they closed town at sundown."

"Okay smartass!" he grinned back. "Be careful."

"I will...Bye!"

"Bye, baby."

Jake read a little longer, then closed his book, stood up, turned the lights off and walked into his bedroom. He looked at the room with its empty bed and knew immediately he wouldn't be able to sleep with Steph out of the house. 

He turned out the rest of the lights and let himself out of the house, leaving the porch light on as a prearranged signal to Steph or any of her friends that might show up that he was sleeping in the tack room. Taking a minute to gaze at the starlit sky, he then walked across the yard, into the barn, let himself into the tack room and soon was asleep.

After what seemd like only minutes he woke with a start at what sounded like a car door slamming. Footsteps crunched as they crossed the gravel driveway, rustled through the sawdust in the barn, then lightly stepped onto the steps that led into the tack room. The sound of boots hitting the steps was followed by the door being opened. 

A petite figure moved across the room and Jake squinted to see the silhouette of a shirt, then jeans being shed.

He pulled back the covers and inhaled her scent as she slid under the covers and into his arms.

"Hey Cowgirl."

"Hey Jake."



Covered in Cum



My heart was pounding as I approached the room. I still wasn't sure why I decided to do this. I knew, when I answered the ad on Craigslist, that there could be some danger. But the allure was stronger...

The ad said some guys were looking for a woman who loved cum, and there'd be no forced or unwilling sex – just cum. I was intrigued, so here I am at the hotel – and I knock on the door.

A well-kept man in his mid-40's answered the door and invited me in. He didn't ask my name, and I didn't ask his. I saw a narrow massage table set up with a sheet over it. 

"I want you to know what we want to do, and I want you to be OK with it. Me and some guys here for a convention want to do something we've talked about for a long time. We want to rub our cocks on your naked body and shoot our cum on you. Are you OK with that?"

I like that he didn't mince words and laid it all out up front. Believe it or not, that helped put me at ease. 

"You know, I think I am," I said. 

"OK," he started, "there's one more thing." My stomach dropped a bit, waiting for the 'one more thing.'

"I want to rub you down with the cum on you." He stopped and waited.

I thought a moment, and he said nothing else. He didn't pressure me for a decision, and that also helped ease my worry. "Ok" was all I said.

"Great. I'll go tell the other guys while you get undressed and get under the sheet. You can start by laying face down."

I was glad he said I could cover up. I stripped and got on the table. There were two sheets so I slipped between them and waited. I heard the door open in a few minutes, and no one said anything. I heard belts and zippers, and I knew they were stripping. But I didn't know how many there were.

I heard a now-familiar voice. "I'm going to take the sheet off now." As he pulled it away I heard some murmurs, and a few words: "Damn!" "Wow!" "Fantastic!" In a strange way, I was glad they liked my ass.

Then I felt the first tentative touch. The first cock stroked across my ass. It was soft as the head rolled over my ass, but I could feel the hardness too. Then I felt a cock on the other side of my ass, and a cock landed in each of my hands. Then, to my surprise, I felt two cocks start to rub my feet.

As the cocks rubbed my hands, I curled my fingers and played with the two cock heads. I heard them sigh, so I guess they didn't mind. Meanwhile, I felt the cocks on my ass cheeks, and they were leaking some precum. I could feel the wet lines on my ass as they rubbed.

Then the door opened and quickly closed. I heard more men strip. The cocks on my ass moved down to my legs, running right in the crease between my ass and legs. It's almost like they were fucking that fold, and it felt surprisingly good. The two new cocks took their place at the top of my ass and the small of my back. So, there I was, with 8 cocks being rubbed all over my body.

Then, once again, I heard the door open and close quickly. More sounds of men stripping. I felt two new cocks rubbing on my shoulders, neck, hair and cheeks. So I now had ten cocks being rubbed on my body. And I was starting to get turned on by all these cocks.

The two in my hands were solid now as I stroked them. I made tunnels with my fingers, and the guys started to fuck my hands. Meanwhile, I could feel the new cocks stroking my hair. I wondered if they were getting any precum in my hair....

I could hear a couple of the men starting to grunt, and knew I'd feel the first cumshot soon. One was the guy fucking my left hand, and it sounded like the other was by the right side of my ass. And still, all ten cocks kept rubbing on my body.

That's something I never thought I'd get: a 10-dick massage! I was really starting to like it, and I wanted to feel them all cum. 

Just then, the guy fucking my left hand gave a few quick, long strokes and I felt his hot cum shoot in my hand and onto my hip. I squeezed his cock tight as he fucked, making him force his cock through my fingers. I could feel every pulse of his cum, and I could smell it too.

I heard a second guy grunting, and felt cum start shooting onto my left foot. I curled my toes to rub the underside of his cock as he came, feeling some of his sticky spunk slide between my toes.

Then I felt cum splash on the right side of my ass and the right side of my head at the same time, and those blasts of cum were quickly followed by one on the left side of my ass. I felt the cock in my right hand twitch and I squeezed as he blasted his cum into my palm and onto my right hip.

The guys who came were still rubbing their softening and cum-slick cocks on my body, spreading their cum around. Just then, I felt a shot on the left side of my lower back, and the left side of my face. The cum on my face got in my hair, and I felt it start to drip. It felt strange when it oozed behind my left ear. I'd never felt that before.

Two guys hadn't cum yet, but I thought they were probably close. After just a moment I felt cum shooting onto my right foot, followed a half minute later by the last shot of cum on the right side at the top of my ass. Now I had ten soft or softening cocks still rubbing cum on my body. Then they stopped and withdrew.

The familiar voice whispered in my ear, "I'm going to rub it all over your body. Your whole back side will be covered in cum."

He started at my feet, and I felt his hands rub the sticky cum onto my soles and calves. Then he switched to my left side and rubbed the cum at the base of my ass down my thigh. His hand dipped between my thighs and I felt his fingers brush my pussy. 

He went to the right and rubbed the cum all over that thigh. His hands were sticky and slick as they caressed my legs and ass. Just then, he pulled my ass cheeks apart and started rubbing cum from his hands onto my asshole. I jumped at the first contact and he paused a few seconds, but I didn't say anything so he continued.

His fingers were pulling at the ring of my ass as he stroked across it; dipping in a little but not penetrating. He kept going up; my lower back, upper back and shoulders, and even the back of my neck and sides of my face all got a cum massage.

When he finished, he leaned over and whispered, "Now it's time for your front. Turn over."

Surprisingly, I did this without question. I felt my back and legs, sticky with cum, adhere to the sheet under me. I saw the rest of the men had gone. He draped a towel across my face, and then opened the door. I heard a number of men come in, and I wondered if it was ten more. I heard them stripping, but couldn't tell how many there may be.

The first laid his dick on my right breast. I felt cocks on my left hip, left breast, right hip, right and left thighs, and right and left feet. Then I felt two cocks meet right over my mouth. They all started rubbing.

The two on my lips were rubbing against each other as they stroked my lips. To my surprise I felt a hand grab both dicks and fingers rub my lips as the cocks stroke against each other. I stuck out my tongue and felt the underside of both cocks as they moved across my lips.

My lips parted and I sucked in the head of one cock. The other kept rubbing my lips and the other cock while fingers probed the cockhead where it met my lips. I sucked like I was drinking from a straw, and tasted a little precum. His cock twitched as I sucked.

Meanwhile, I could feel cocks rubbing on my nipples, my hips, my thighs, and my feet. I felt the cocks on my feet shift and slip between my first two toes. Now they were fucking my feet in the crack between my first two toes. I wiggled them as they stroked, and I could feel their cocks twitch as I gripped their cocks between my toes.

The guy I was sucking popped his cock out of my mouth, grabbed the other guy's cock, and placed it on my lips. I sucked that one in, and the other cock kept rubbing against my lips and the cock in my mouth. I wondered if I could get both in....

So I opened my mouth with the cock in it, and stuck out my tongue. The other guy got the idea and laid his cock against my tongue. I drew my tongue in, and his cock followed down to my lips. I opened wide, and the edge of his cock slide in next to the other. Then they realized what I was doing, and I felt them work together and slide both their dick heads into my mouth at the same time. 

I flicked my tongue on the underside of both dicks and the guys both moaned. The guys cocks were rubbing together and rubbing on my mouth. I felt one cock start twitching, and I wondered if he was close to cumming – and if he'd cum on the other guy's cock.

Before either came, I felt the cock rubbing my right tit start rubbing hard and fast, and heard the guy groan as his hot cum splashed on my nipple and tit. He pumped his cock as he came, and slapped my tit with it as he finished. 

Then I felt it. The twitching cock in my mouth leaked a tiny spurt, then blasted his cum across my mouth and onto my cheek – and the other cock. I could see the guy who just came reach out and rub the hard cock as he rubbed his cum into it. The other guy started thrusting across my lips, and into this guy's hand. It was hot, seeing a guy handle another guy's cock so close.

Soon he too shot his cum across my lips and face while the other guy held his cock. Then the guy holding the cock rubbed it across my face and lips while it began to go soft. He kept rubbing it until both their cum was spread all around and mixed together.

After that I became aware again of the cocks thrusting in my toes, rubbing on my hips and thighs, and on my left tit. It seemed one of the guys fucking my toes was about to shoot, and I wondered who else was getting close. I was really into it now; I wanted to feel the hot spunk on my body. Just the thought of all that cum had my pussy soaked.

I felt the guys at my hips move, and then felt their cocks in my waiting hands. I closed my hands around their cocks, and they started to thrust. They fucked my hands like they were pussies, and I could feel they were hot to cum. They both felt close; both cocks were twitching. I wondered if they'd cum at close to the same time. All I know is that I wanted to feel their cum on my body. I wanted to feel it's slippery stickiness as they rubbed it into my skin.

I was so intent on the cocks in my hands that I was surprised to feel hot cum spurting onto my left foot and shin. I clenched my toes, milking all the cum out of his cock. I kept stroking and milking his cock as it went soft. I rolled his cock in circle with my foot, and he kept pushing forward. I guess he liked what I was doing.

Somehow I kept jerking the two twitching cocks in my hands while I was rubbing the soft cock with my foot. I don't know why I kept going, but I hoped something really hot would happen, and he seemed to like it.

I suddenly noticed my right hand, then left, get slippery with cum as the thrusting slowed down. I kept stroking their cocks, feeling the slippery cum all over their cocks. I could hear the squishing sounds as they slowly pumped my hands.

Meanwhile, my foot was still circling this poor guy's cock, but he didn't seem to want me to stop. He was gasping, and I heard, "Oh God!" and felt a hot spray coming from his cock and soaking my foot. I thought he might have cum again, but then I realized: he pissed all over my foot! Damn, I wanted to grab my pussy and clit and cum hard!

The other guys seemed a bit shocked, and stopped thrusting. But then, seeing how turned on I was must have gotten them going again because they started rubbing and stroking at a feverish pace.

There were four guys still ready to cum. One on my left tit, my right foot, and both thighs. The guy on my right thigh moved up to my belly, and started rubbing his cock there. He was stroking hard and fast, and I could feel that he was about to cum.

Right then, I felt hot cum shoot on my right foot, and the guy's hands were rubbing his cock and my foot, both covered in his cum. I started to rub my foot on his cock, but he stepped back out of reach. Guess that last one was too much for him....

Then I felt cum splashing on my belly, followed almost immediately by cum pouring onto my left tit. They kept stroking as they came, draining their balls completely. There was one guy left, and he was breathing hard. Won't be too long. I wiggled my finger at him, and he kept stroking as he walked closer. I pointed to my lips, and he got the message. 

He laid his cock across my lips. I snaked my tongue out and licked the underside of his cock as he stroked. On one stroke I opened my mouth and the head popped in. I sucked hard and flicked the head with my tongue. Precum poured out, and I drank it down.  

He didn't last much longer. I felt the first tiny spurt and popped his cock out of my mouth. Cum blasted out his cock onto my face, covering my cheeks, and even getting a bit on one eye and my hair. Now I was covered, front and back, in cum – from 20 cumshots. 

The guys all dressed without a word and left. Then the guy I first met stepped over. I didn't even notice that he had been sitting on the bed, watching all the action without taking part. He was naked, and his cock stood at full mast. 

He said, "Now I'm going to rub all that cum into your soft, sweet body." I nodded.

He started with my face, and rubbed the newest cumshot all over my cheeks, forehead, nose, and neck. Then he moved down to my breasts, and massaged them, spreading out the cum on both tits and massaging them deeply, but softly. His hands caressing my nipples felt good – really good. My pussy was already wet, and getting wetter.

His hands left my breasts, and moved to my belly. He softly stroked my belly, working the cum into my skin. He seemed to linger there; he seemed entranced by my soft skin. Then he moved down my right thigh, to the shin, then the foot. He stopped and massaged my foot for a moment, and that felt good too. 

He came up the inside of my right thigh, and his fingertips lightly brushed my pussy lips – but didn't linger. I found myself wanting more of his touch. 

He then massaged my left thigh, then shin and foot. Once again he went up the inside of my left thigh and brushed my pussy lips. His hand came to rest right on my pussy mound, and he looked at me as if to ask if it was OK to touch me further. I nodded, then reached out and grabbed hold of his rock-hard cock. I started to jerk his cock. 

He was uncut, so it was really smooth, sliding the foreskin up and over his cockhead. Then I felt his hand move, His fingers dipped down and covered my pussy lips. He made small circles over them, and I could feel them part. His hand was wet from my juices, and I could hear squishing sounds coming from my wet pussy.

I was really turned on and wanted to cum - but I still kept jerking his cock as his fingers worked magic on my pussy lips. He was pinching and pulling them – then he parted them and inserted one finger. I sighed, and broke my rhythm just a moment. Then he slid in another finger – and a third. 

With three fingers in my pussy, he put the base of his palm on my mound right over my clit and started to rock his fingers out of my pussy while rubbing my clit with his palm. God that felt good... and I knew I was on the way to a huge climax.

He worked my pussy as I worked his cock. I rocked my hips with each stroke, my need getting more urgent. I still stroked his hard cock, and I could feel it throbbing and flexing – he needed to cum too. I pulled back his foreskin and rubbed my thumb in circles on his cockhead and across the tip. He groaned, and hearing that turned me on more.

My pussy was on fire, and the pleasure was really intense. Then, I rode the pleasure up to the peak and came, hard. My pussy spasmed around his fingers and my clit was hard as a pebble under his palm. I lost my stroke on his cock for just a moment as my climax left me gasping for breath. I was breathing hard, and I suddenly felt his hard cock twitching in my hand.

I started to jack him in earnest, stroking his cock hard and fast. I knew he was about to cum, so I quickly sat up and put my mound right under his cock. I heard him groan, and his cum fired out of his cock. Spurt after spurt covered my mound and belly in his cum. 

I slid my free hand to my belly and mound, while the other still slowly stroked his cock. He reached down between us, and started to rub my mound and pussy, rubbing his cum into my skin. Then, to my surprised, he knelt down and licked his cum off my mound and pussy. He lapped up all his cum, kissed my pussy once, and stood up. "Thank you" was all he said.

I got off the table and got dressed. My clothes felt different since I was pulling them on over all that cum. When I was dressed, I looked at him and smiled, then turned to leave. He took my hand and pressed something into it. "This is to compensate you for your time."

"Thank you," I replied, and left. As I walked down the hall, I was really curious and checked my hand. It was cash - $500. Hmm, I thought.... I hope they come back and place another ad.



Covered in Stuff



Giggly, softly I knelt over Master's legs as he lay on the couch, watching football. He glanced at me and shook his head, smiling, as I lay my face on his stomach. We had risen from bed only minutes before and whilst Master had taken time to pull on jeans and a shirt, I was still wearing only my nightdress.

"You are going to have to change that shirt before they arrive." I was referring to the guests we were expecting later in the evening, my voice full of laughter as I looked up his body to his face.

Tucking his chin tightly to his chest he looked down, trying to figure out what I meant.

"Why?" His question matched the expression of confusion on his face, his eyes darting from my face to the screen and back.

"Because," I spoke, my tone full of import, "it is covered in stuff!" My eyes were sparkling with mischief as I half-lay, half-knelt over him.

"Stuff?" His chin tucked tighter as he looked down once more at the front of his shirt, "I can't see it through you. What stuff?"

"Exactly," I declared as I started to move, ready to spring to a position of safety, "It's covered in slave!" My last words were an exclamation as I started to leap from his legs.

My giggles slowed me down and his reactions were faster than mine as his fist grasped my ponytail holding me firmly in place. His expression, a mock reproach, as his eyes roved over my face made me burst into more laughter. 

Feeling brave I ventured, "Bad Master." Still laughing, I attempted to emphasize my words with a nod but his fist, firm in my hair, held me fast.

"Bad Master?" His eyebrows arched as he tilted his head to regard me. His emphasis on the first word made me wonder for a moment if I had crossed the line. My eyes must have betrayed my concern as he smiled as he repeated the question, his fingers twisting in my hair to pull my head back slightly.

Seeing the sparkle in his eyes as he teased me I giggled, once more attempting to nod, my movements pulling on my hair.

"Bad, long, hard, big Master." Each word came amidst a gale of laughter and was given equal emphasis.

"Is that right?" His voice took on an edge, as his eyes burned into mine.

Suddenly I no longer felt like laughing. Somberly I nodded, feeling the pull on my hair. The light pain partnered with the look on his face, making my heart race.

"Well, let's see if that's true, cunt." His voice was low, deep with a slight edge of danger. I looked up into his face, frozen in position, feeling excitement coursing over me.

"Suck it." His eyes darkened as he watched my reaction.

I moved my leg, starting to climb off his legs so I could kneel beside him, my tongue flicking over my lips as I felt him pull hard on my hair. My head jerked back, exposing the curve of my throat to him as I gasped in surprise.

"Don't move cunt." Each word was low and full of his domination over me.

Mutely I looked into his eyes, feeling my skin pimple as I saw the darkness behind his smile. He released my head, letting my face fall into his crotch. I swallowed hard. With every sense heightened I could smell the aroma of his pre-cum. Saliva flooded my mouth and I unzipped his pants, pulling them down as best I could from my cramped position.

As I pulled his semi-erect cock from his pants I shivered. Every part of me was screaming for his attention. I fought my need to press my pussy onto his leg as I greedily dropped my head to suck his cock into my mouth.

Moaning my pleasure I swirled his hardening cock around my mouth, my tongue flicking over it as I sucked. Moving my head from side to side I fish-hooked my mouth on his cock, letting my tongue dart over every part of it. His groan of response as I moved my head up, still sucking hard, pulling on his cockhead, was all the signal I needed to slide my mouth down. I took every inch of his lengthening shaft into my mouth.

Sucking frantically, as though our lives depended on it, I flicked my tongue over the sweet spot on the underside of his cock. Not wanting to play and tease as I usually do when sucking his cock, I wanted only to feel his cock twitch as he shot his come into my throat.

But, as always, my desires were irrelevant.

Suddenly, sharply, my hair was pulled, dragging me off his hard cock. I moaned in protest as I tried to keep my tongue on his erection. His response was a chuckle and an order to the bedroom.

Barely aware of my surroundings I struggled to rise from my crouch. My legs took on a life of their own as my need for his cock overwhelmed me. Master stood up, pulled his jeans up over his hips, leaving the zipper open to taunt me with glimpses of his erection as it stood proudly through the opening.

My eyes closed and I felt my body sway as though my legs were no longer able to hold me upright. I felt his hand grip my elbow and guide me towards the bedroom. His murmuring voice brought me back to my senses. I stood in the middle of the room, my eyes locked on his face as he positioned me, smiling as I saw his expression, watching as he moved me slightly.

He stood in front of me, pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his jeans to the floor, kicking them from his feet. My eyes dropped to his cock and I moaned my need for him. 

Chuckling, he looked me over. He must have seen the wantonness in my eyes as I stood trembling as he grinned wolfishly at me.

He ran his hand over my ass, sending tremors of need through me. His caress was swiftly followed by a sharp slap to my right ass cheek.

"One. Thank you Master." My voice was full of joy as the sting of his slap made me tremble even more. 

He caressed my ass cheek through the soft cotton of my nightdress. His touch weakened my knees. I gasped softly as I felt him draw the hem of my nightie up and for the first time his hand touched my skin directly, pulling a low moan from me.

Holding my nightie with one hand he rained a series of slaps onto my ass cheeks, each one punctuated with my count and thanks. The heat from his spanking spread over my entire body, my already swollen nipples tightening even more. The pacing was unpredictable, the weight behind each one varying to ensure my attention.

After twelve slaps he paused, running his hand gently over my skin.

"Good girl," he murmured, his lips almost brushing my ear.

I leant my head against his shoulder, every part of me aching for him. I wanted to feel his gift of pain, wanted to worship his cock, but wanted above all else to please my Master.

I heard him laugh softly, barely more than a breath as he moved away from me.

Once more I felt his hand crack onto my ass, felt the wonderful sting flood me. And I could feel my cunt flood in response. I counted each slap, thankful for each, enjoying each one as it landed and anticipating the next, needing the next.

I felt the heat from his spanking. I felt his hand brush against me as he walked around me, letting my nightdress fall over my abused ass. My eyes closed, I stood mutely while waiting for his pleasure, wanting only his pleasure.

I heard the creak of the bed as he lay down and opened my eyes to look at him. I saw him lying on his back, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. I smiled at him, loving him so very much. His cock, long and hard, was standing stiffly from his body.

"Let's see how wet that made you." His voice was full of the certainty that I was, indeed, wet for him.

"Ride me, cunt." His order, spoken softly, was obeyed instantly.

I knelt over his body, moaning softly as I felt his soft cockhead brush against my wet pussy.

"Ride me, cunt." His repeated words were coming as I moved and felt his cock penetrate me.

Rocking on his cock I fixed my gaze on him. I watched him smile as he reached up and gripped my nipples through the material of my nightie, twisting them viciously.

The pain from my nipples flooded through my entire being, making my already soaked cunt gush as it gripped his cock tightly.

"Good girl," he murmured, twisting harder, his eyes showing his intent. His intent was to twist until I begged for mercy. His intent was to see just how much punishment I would take for him today. 

His smile widened as he saw the pain fill my eyes without a sound escaping my lips. He laughed as he released my nipples, knowing that the flow of blood back into my tender nubs would ensure the pain continued for a few seconds after his fingers left my flesh.

The flow of pain, through my body and mind, was exquisite. My giggles of joy were his thanks as I continued to slide up and down his hard length. His laughter joined my giggles and we reveled in each other. Our bodies and minds joined in this moment of pleasure.

Still smiling into my eyes he raised his right hand and brought it sharply down in a slap on my right breast.

"Thank you Master." My voice was excited and breathless as I counted, "One."

The sharp sting of his slap had scarcely been registered before it was followed by another, then another. Each strike was counted and given thanks for. Each slap was carefully placed to land on exactly the same place on my breast, barely catching my sensitive nipple. The pain increased my excitement, making me rock harder and faster on his cock.

The material of my nightdress did nothing to dull the sting from his slaps. Instead it made me groan with the need to feel his hand on my skin. Smiling into my eyes he reached up to pull the strap from one shoulder. I shifted my shoulder, lifted my arm, to help him and was rewarded with a sharp slap to my cheek.

"Did I give you permission to move, cunt?"

I shook my head, dropping my eyes, concentrating on staying still despite the heat of my need to feel his hand on my breast that was making every nerve ending jump and spark. Slowly he eased the strap down and, using his other hand to support my arm, used the strap as a sling to hold my arm in place. My breast was left exposed, the pale skin already flushed from his slaps.

Tenderly he caressed my left breast, cupping it in his hand, his thumb brushing over the swollen nipple. His hand moved to support my breast, holding it in place as his other hand slapped down on the top of my flesh, crushing it as he struck.

A gasp of surprise and pain escaped me before I was able to count and give my thanks. His chuckle of satisfaction came seconds before the second and third blows, each crushing my breast, each pulling a yelp of pain.

He paused for a moment, closing his eyes as he felt the muscles of my pussy spasm tightly on his shaft as I fought my need to orgasm. I bit my lip, fighting for control while feeling the need for release subside, even as his cock slid deeper into my wetness.

I sighed with pleasure, my mind starting to drift and was brought sharply back to the moment as he slapped directly onto my nipple. I laughed with pleasure at the pain, relishing how he had struck me in a way that made it feel as though my nipple was being driven into my breast flesh. I pressed my breast forward, offering them to him, for his pleasure.

"Thank you Master, thank you," my words were panted as I felt the delicious pain creep over me, exciting me, arousing me even more, driving me to ride my Master harder and harder just as his slaps became harder and harder.

He freed my arm from the strap, pulling it back onto my shoulder and then moved to free my right breast. This time I knew not to move except for the muscles in my pussy, tightening and releasing his cock.

My eyes fluttered closed as I felt the sensations of his touch, of his cock deep inside me flow over me, and my conscious thoughts faded.

I was brought back to the moment with the delicious sensation of his hand cracking hard onto my breast. His hand was sending waves of heat and pain through my nipple and breast, flooding every part of me. Making me needier, leaving me wanting more and more of his pain.

Each slap was counted and given thanks for, some causing me to scream in pain and others to laugh with joy. The pain was so deliciously addictive. It was driving me deeper and deeper under his control.

"You will have some pretty bruises tomorrow, my sweet." 

His words made me moan with need and thrust my breasts further towards him.

"Greedy cunt," he spoke, his tone teasing. "Get off my cock, cunt, and suck me. Now."

Laughing happily, I scrambled to rise from his cock. My legs tangled in the sheets making me fall over and land at his side. With my hair covering my face I looked up into his eyes. He brushed my hair from my eyes and whispered a single word.

"Now."

I jumped to his bidding and slid between his legs, taking only a second to look at his erection, seeing my juices coating it before plunging my mouth over his length. I took every inch of his cock into my throat. I felt his thickness choking me and needed to draw my head upwards but knew that would displease him. Instead I kept my head down, tears flowing down my cheeks and dripping onto his body as I sucked every drop of my cunt juice from his shaft. 

As my tongue was flicking over the thick vein on the underside of his shaft I sucked harder, wanting to taste his come, wanting to feel his come flood my mouth and throat.

But he had other ideas. After just a few moments his fist grasped my hair and my head was pulled upwards hard. Gasping for breath, hardly able to see through the tears, I felt him haul my head up towards his stomach.

"Ride me, cunt."

Rasping, gasping, desperately drawing in a lungful of air, I moved as swiftly as my semi-dazed state allowed. I straddled his cock, moved slightly and then pressed downwards, yelping as his thick cock invaded my wet folds, feeling it stretch and fill me as I rode him furiously.

Both of his hands grasped the straps of my nightdress, tugging them downwards, trapping my arms at my sides and exposed my now rosy breasts. His hands crashed onto my breasts with no discernable rhythm or order. Each slap was sending me deeper and deeper inside my mind, colors and patterns swirling and filling my thoughts. And above all the sensations of heat and pain, as he tortured my breasts.

I lost all concept of time, knowing only that I never wanted this to end. And knowing only that his cock was sliding in and out of my body as I rocked over his. 

Feeling his hands move to my hips, holding me in place as he thrust his hips upwards, felt his cock drive further into my depths.

I threw my head back; laughing joyfully, as I felt his cock head press against my womb. My eyes glazed over as I ground harder onto him, heard his chuckle as he watched me. Then once more he started slapping my breasts, directly onto the nipples, onto the sides, top, bottom; every part of my breasts were covered and abused. 

I alternated between laughing with happiness and yelping in surprise. For every blissful second, every slap was a gift from a Master to his slave. Every slap given and received with love. 

Then his voice, cutting through the fog of my bliss, ordered me onto my back. Unable to coordinate movement I fell to the side. Rolling onto my back, I spread my legs wide for him. 

Incapable of speech I mewed and moaned, wordlessly begging him to take me, to use me, to fill me with his come.

I felt the mattress shift, felt his body as he moved between my legs, heard his laugh as he saw how desperate I was. Then blissfully felt his cock prod at my slit, felt him tease me as he slid his cockhead up my wet slit. 

My mewing became more desperate; I bucked my hips towards him. I felt his hand connect with my face, slapping me hard, bringing me back to semi-awareness, reminding me that I was not to move without permission. I fell still, fought the heat in my cunt urging me to press forward, and fought the waves of desire coursing over my body.

With a grunt he drove his cock deep into my cunt, filling me, making me scream out my need for him. My hands stretched over my head, fingers entwined to discourage me from reaching down to touch him, knowing that touching him was forbidden unless he ordered otherwise.

Each thrust of his hips drove his erect cock deeper and deeper into my eager cunt, my body screaming for him, every nerve ending firing and sparking, every part of me so very alive. My eyes were rolling with the ecstasy of his use of me.

He pulled his cock out of my wetness until only his cockhead was inside me. He waited, watching me. I screamed to him, begged him to use me, and pleaded with him to fuck me.

With a single, hard, vicious thrust he filled me, his cock head probing my womb. He made me scream with joy and need. Over and over he drove into me, fucking me, fucking his cunt; playing with me, teasing me, tormenting me. 

Then finally, blissfully, he groaned his release, shooting his come hard into my spasming pussy, ordering me to join him in his orgasm. Together we writhed and spasmed, his hot come pumping into me.

Sated, he collapsed onto me. Smiling softly into my eyes, he listened as I thanked him for his pain and for our orgasms.

Tenderly he kissed me, his lips brushing mine as he lifted his body and ran a finger over one of my nipples, smiling as he saw my wince.

"You are welcome, cunt."



Covered  With Cum



Covered With Cum—An Absolutely True Story

It was Saturday night –  a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date, whether handsome football player or not.  According to the Club’s Web site, the dress code included saddle shoes, cotton panties, and bobbie sox – none of which I owned.  In fact, I not only was bereft of cotton panties, I owned no underwear – some eight years ago, Rick had tossed all of my underthings – cotton briefs included – out his car window.  So, on Saturday, Rick and I took a shopping trip – cotton panties and bobbie sox were relatively easy, the saddle shoes a bit more difficult.  However, we managed to find a pair of tennis-shoes, black stripes up the side, that – at least in the dark – would look saddle-y enough.  Size 6 and only ten bucks!

So, it was Saturday night, and I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a lacey, almost see-through white blouse, bobbie sox (Tommy Hilfiger with a palm tree print!), the not-quite saddle shoes, and, of course, the requisite cotton panties.  (Rick grimaced at those!) In addition, I put my hair – long, reddish and curly – into two ponytails – a look I never wear, and never wore even in high school (though I had been a cheerleader, I usually went for the Pat Benatar look – you know, short hair with the big pouf in front).  After I dressed, I walked into our bedroom – Rick was turned away from the doorway, searching for his own appropriate outfit.  I started cheering, clapping my hands in rhythm, “Rick, Rick, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can!  GOOOOOOOOOOOO Rick!”  Rick jumped, then started to laugh, “Got right into it, did you girlie?”

We drove into the City – the New Jersey Parkway and the Turnpike were no problem, but, outside the Holland Tunnel, we drove into the worst traffic I’ve ever seen.  We tussled with a few SUV’s, trying to ease our 1988 Fox Station Wagon into the appropriate lane, but ended up being squeezed into the EZPass – which we don’t possess.  Rick grumbled, “Good Lord, I wonder what the ticket for that will be,” and I admit that I thought longingly of my bed, a glass of wine, and the thick Antonia Fraser tome on King Henry’s wives that currently lay on my bedside table.  Once through the tunnel, though, our trials weren’t over yet – we drove around for another 40 minutes, desperate for a parking spot.  Finally, we found one, and I muttered to myself, thinking of the wine, the book, the bed once again – Is this really worth it?  

Well, I was about to discover the answer to that particular question.

We walked down the stairs, into the cellar-like (or should I say dungeon-like?) atmosphere of the Club.  The man who staffs the door – the one who looks like a leather-clad Santa Claus – looked me up and down.  “What do you think?”  Rick asked.  “She looks like a little schoolgirl to me,” he answered, and we were in.  We walked past the usual suspects – a naked man, carrying a knapsack, masturbating in front of the first television screen – on which a woman, tied face first to a bed, was getting soundly whipped.  Another man, masturbating in one of the Club’s cages – the heavy collar with which the cage was equipped was around his neck.  (We’ve seen him before and, as far as I can determine, he cages himself.)   We grabbed a table and sat – Rick went for two Cokes.  The crowd at the Club was thin – it was early yet, despite the time consumed by our traffic fiasco.  I tried to relax and recover, and Rick returned with the drinks.  “Hey,” he said, “He didn’t even look at your cotton panties.  Give them over.”  “Oh,” I said, twirling a pigtail, “Do I have to?”  “Yes.” He said, and I took them off – of course, this small action in itself attracted a crowd, and I noticed one man, at the bar, trying to peer between my legs.  Rick tossed the underwear to another, younger observer, who immediately put them to his nose, took a deep whiff, and then stuck them in his backpocket.  We looked around, and Rick commented on the dearth of schoolgirls.  “Well,” I said, “There’s one,” pointing to another pig-tailed, plaid skirt clad woman, sitting at a neighboring table.  “Come on,” Rick said, “Let’s take a walk.”

Rick led me into the backroom.  There, a woman was leisurely whipping her submissive, who lay chained on one of the handy tables – the poor guy was hooded and his cock and balls were covered with clothespins, which she – again quite leisurely – gathered into one hand and pinched.  That poor guy was still there when we left, some hours later, still hooded, still chained, his genitals pink and swollen.  By that time, she was trading whip-strikes between him and a willing observer, his back towards her as he clung joyfully to a nearby pole.  

Rick and I began to kiss, and he ran his hands up and down my thighs, then grabbed my neck, and thrust me against him.  We made out there, on the threshold of the back room and the front, and – just for that – just for passionate kisses and careful fondling – we were drawing a crowd – more, in fact, then had been attracted to the tormented hooded slave.  Rick raised my skirt – my bare ass was now turned towards the horde – I could feel cocks on my ass, on my thighs.  Rick unbuttoned my skirt – it had more buttons than he anticipated, and I could feel crowd pause, waiting, expecting – the skirt fell to the ground, and I grabbed it quickly – during our last visit, I’d actually lost a dress I’d taken off, and it wasn’t about to happen again.  Then, the lacy white blouse over my head, and I was naked before the throng.  “Can you feel them?”  Rick said, at the same time beating back the hands that continued to press forward, that continued to grope for my cunt, my clit, my ass, “Oh yes,” I muttered, and Rick continued to kiss me hard, his own hand inside my cunt.  “You like this, do you?” he whispered into my ear, and I, somewhat ashamedly, answered, “I guess so.” I was, of course, dripping wet.  I could feel some men, then, cumming on my ass – I could feel the stickiness of their semen on my skin, at the same time as one of the bouncers began to clear the doorway – apparently, we were causing a fire hazard.  “All right, men, show’s over,” Rick bellowed, and he led me back to our seat.  

There, I wiped myself off – the Club is considerate enough to provide strategically placed rolls of paper towels, and sat down.  We had another drink, and I caught my breath.  “All right,” Rick said, after a brief respite, “Now it’s time for your massage.”  

Now, the masseur at the Club is not your ordinary massage therapist – though he certainly is that, too.  He is an artist with his hands and his own special vibrator – I was stunned, the first time I took advantage of his services, to find that his aim was not only – or perhaps not even – to relax, but to stimulate – inevitably to the point of orgasm.  On previous visits, I – who came with a vibrator, usually only in front of Rick, usually only on our bed, in our house, with no noise for distraction – had come on his table, under his expert touch, while a crowd watched, leered, and masturbated.  Rick led me over to him, asked if he was willing to give me another massage.  He answered, “I’m ready,” and Rick grinned, “So is she.”  

I climbed onto the table and took off my saddle-y shoes and bobbie sox, by now the only sartorial bits left of my schoolgirl costume.  I lay facedown and Kenneth, the masseur, began his work.   He rubbed my back, my shoulder blades, worked his way, in short order, down to my ass.  I could feel his hands running down my ass, back up – almost too quickly to realize the intent of his movement.  Luckily, Kenneth had hooked up the ropes that surrounded his table, and served to keep the throng back – a crowd was already gathering.  If I opened my eyes, I could see, in the mirrored wall, Rick watching, leaning against a pole, smiling.  Kenneth’s hands worked down to my thighs, down to my feet, which he sprayed with water and some sweet-smelling spray.    I groaned into the leather of the table.  “Too hard?” he asked.  I shook my head, barely able to speak.  He worked his way back up to my thighs, then, and bent my knee towards me, so my pussy was now exposed to the horde, currently straining against the rope.  His hands fluttered there, on my lips, then drew back, back up to my thigh and lower back.  I heard the whirr of the vibrator and felt it against my ass, down my back, down to my ass again.  I must admit – there is a certain pleasurable torment to being thus exposed, and so much at the mercy of someone’s hands.  I imagined the men watching, waiting, and felt my submissive self give over, quite happily, to Kenneth’s magic hands.  The vibrator was again thrumming on my ass, then Kenneth was shaking my arms.  “Turn over,” he whispered, as though this torment was the most usual thing in the world. 

I turned over, onto my back.  Kenneth rubbed my hands, up my arms – the whir of the vibrator again – this time on my nipples.  Kenneth vibrated, then pinched each one, then moved – so casually – down to my legs and thighs – then up once more to my pussy, now open and assuredly engorged for all to see.  I groaned, tossed my head back and forth.  Kenneth began to work my clit and my cunt, first with his vibrator, then, somewhat violently, with his hands, his fingers insisting on entrance, rubbing my clit hard, then retreating once more.  I was in agony, I was tormented, and I knew I was being watched.  At some point, Kenneth called Rick over, and Rick laughed as he rubbed my nipples and Kenneth continued to work my clit and my cunt, his vibrator coming so close – so close to my cumming – and then he would withdraw it again, his lovely instrument of torture.  
At some point, I stopped thinking, and knew only that I wanted that lovely cum – that I had to have release, despite – or perhaps because of – the public venue, the watching, hungry men.  At some point, I heard Kenneth chuckle, “And all these men – watching and waiting,” and then whisper, “Take your time, sweetheart,” and then, at some point, I came.  I groaned, twisted, and panted on the table, and still there was Kenneth’s relentless vibrator, teasing and torturing my throbbing clit.  After, as Kenneth began to wipe my arms with slightly damp paper towels, he turned to Rick and said, “She’s waiting for you to go down on her, you know.”  In truth, I didn’t know if I could take any more clitoral stimulation, but Rick obligingly bent over and licked my clit and my cunt, much to the delight of the watching throng.   I groaned again – I was spent, and could not cum, but it did not diminish my enjoyment.

After, Rick led me over to the table.  I leaned heavily on him, feeling woozy and a bit weak.  I was naked, and a bit chilled.  Rick retrieved an extra shirt for me – one of his he’d thoughtfully brought along, and I sank, spent, into one of the chairs at our table.  We sat and briefly chatted with a couple who had, when I was in the massage table, seated themselves at the other two available chairs.  Rick bought another round of Cokes and, this time, surreptitiously slipped some rum into one of them.  “You’ve earned this,” he said, and handed me the cup.  Grateful, I took it from him and felt it slide all the way down my throat, into my stomach, perhaps down to my thirsting, tired clit.  I felt the welcome burn of the rum – Rick had made it strong and sighed, content.  But Rick was not yet done.  “Hey,” he said, after I’d finished the drink, “Let’s take a walk.”  So I followed him into the backroom, past the tormented hooded slave, past the bar.  Towards the back, not quite against the wall, stood a narrow bench.  Rick lifted me on it, so I was splay-legged on top of it. He began to kiss me as he pulled my shirt off and, again, the crowd began to gather.  Rick leaned over me, lay me on the bench -- he did not immediately beat the throng back, and I could feel a hand – so quickly, so stealthily – sneak into my cunt, then another into my ass.  I groaned a little, a little afraid, and Rick whispered, “Don’t worry – your safe.”  It was overwhelming – but though I was the vulnerable one, I also felt powerful – these men were waving their cocks – so hungrily – over my naked body – and they had gathered now, cocks out, and they did indeed surround me – a circle of hard cocks around the bench, over my body.  I heard Rick say, “Look at these cocks, Kristin, reach around and touch them, they’re all hard for you,” and I followed his direction, my hands reaching out, following the circle – someone grabbed my hand and placed it firmly under his balls – another reached for my hand to wrap around his throbbing member.  I lay back, moved my hands along the swollen throng, closed my eyes, and laughed.  

Rick mounted me, then, and I could feel his cock slide inside me.  “Oh, yes” I heard another voice – it wasn’t Rick, “Enjoy it, Baby – you’re safe – and this is all for you – and he’s going to cum in you so hard and fill you with so much cum . .”  His words excited me further, and I tried to look around, to see who he was – in the crush and the dark, though, I couldn’t make out who was speaking – “Oh yes,” said the voice, “All these hard cocks for you – and he’s going to com – he’s going to fuck you.”  There were hands on me, everywhere – hands on my nipples, hands on my arm, and cocks on my everywhere.  Rick slipped inside me, pumped hard, groaning, whispering, “All this if for you, sweetheart, take a look at it.”  I writhed against his hard cock, and I could feel I was soaking it and his balls.  He came inside me, and I could feel cocks and semen on my belly, on my thighs – Rick was coming inside me, men were coming on my belly, on my thighs, in my hair, on my face.  I laughed again, taking it in, excited, sated, content.

After, Rick pulled out.  “All right, Gentleman,” he said once again, “Show’s over,” and he raised me from the bench.  I laughed and leaned against his shoulder.  “Did you like it?” He asked, “Oh, yeah,” I sighed, “Oh yeah, I liked it.” 

We returned to the table, and Rick poured me another drink.  While Rick was at the bar, someone walked by and whispered, “That was beautiful.”  The young couple sharing our table – they’d only been there once before, and hadn’t participated in any scenes – looked at me and asked, “Okay, what did we miss?”  I laughed, “Do you really want to know?”  They did – I told them – and, for some reason, they were a lot friendlier after the recounting. . .