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One Night with Carrie

By: deepblue32



NOTE: Carrie has given me permission to post this story in full, so here it is. You may have read the first two-thirds which I posted separately. If so, you might want to skip to the final third for the conclusion. If you're new to the story, I hope you enjoy it in full!

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Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone who commented on and voted on my description of the night I spent with Abby and Louise a few months ago. It was great to get such positive feedback and to hear about how much you all enjoyed the story. It was also great to hear from so many lovely women, and to receive so many offers to develop further storylines!

Unfortunately I've not been able to take all of you up on your offers, much though I'd like to. Some of you live on the other side of the world, and some of you have been into different stuff to me. That's fine -- it's been great getting to know you, and some of the more eye-opening offers I've had have given me great ideas for future fictional stories!

You'll be glad to hear however that I've not turned down every offer. I've not seen Abby since our night in the Bristol hotel, but I have spent another night with Louise. She brought along two friends - Jo, who looks quite like Scarlett Johanssen, and Carly who has an amazing figure and a great collection of sex toys. Louise did a lot of squirting that night.

I've also spent an incredible afternoon with Rachel, who's 32, married and bored. She'd spent a few weeks e-mailing me and two other guys, getting to know us and flirting heavily. Eventually she arranged for us all to come round to her expensive London house one afternoon, and do her every which way. Rachel looks a bit like Liz Hurley, so we didn't need the Viagra we took to get hard, but it certainly helped us to keep going for hours.

Those are both stories for another post. Here I'm going to tell you about the night I had with Carrie. It was a tough decision which story to choose, so I've left it up to Beth, a Canadian friend I've met through Lit. Beth chose this story from those three, so if you don't like it you can blame her! 

As before, all names have been changed to protect the guilty.

About a week after "A Story" went up on the Lit site I received an e-mail from Carrie. I've just copied and pasted all these e-mails, hence the typos.

"Hi Deepblue32. Really liked "A Story". Good writing, well developed plot and a night to remember. Is it realy true? Carrie."

I replied, thanking her for her kind feedback and confirming that it was indeed a true story.

I heard nothing for a week, and then received this. 

"Hi Nick. Where do you live? Sounds like you're in the north."

I replied:

"Hiya Carrie. I live in Manchester. How about you? Hope all's good with you. Nick."

Another week went by without hearing from her. I was e-mailing quite a few other people through Lit and to be honest her brief e-mails hadn't really interested me much, so I wasn't overly concerned by the long pauses. However, her next e-mail really got my attention.

"Hi Nick

I live in Manchester too. I'm studying at the university.

I'm sorry I took a while to respond to your e-mail, but I've been thinking aobut asking you something. I've been talking to my friends about it, getting their advice. I've also been reading and re-reading your story, trying to work out if you are the guy I should do this with. I think you are. I hope you are. 

I'll get to the point, Nick. I want you to take me out for a night of debauchery. I want to visit strip clubs, sex clubs. I want to be undressed and tied naked up where strangers can watch you arouse me with sex toys I've never even heard of. I want to be fucked in every hole by you and by any other man you think deserves it. I want to cum all night and be drenched in rivers of cum. 

I then want to kiss you goodnight, go home, and never hear from you ever again.

You might think I'm some kind of weirdo. I'm not. Honest. I'm a normal 22 year old girl who wants to experience something unusual. Just for one night before I settle into a life of quiet normality. I hope you can be the man to give me that experience.

I've attached a picture of myself. Please e-mail me soon as now I've made my mind up I can't wait to do this. I can't wait to feel your thick cock inside me while unknown hands roam across my naked body. Please tell me you want this too.

Carrie."

My cursor hovered over the attachment download. On one hand I now had a raging hard-on. On the other I did think she sounded a little unhinged. It was partly the request and partly the way she'd phrased her e-mail. 

It was the age-old battle between a throbbing cock and a questioning mind. The cock always wins and I opened the attachment. 

One glance at the picture that opened up on my screen made my cock stiffen even further. It showed a woman in her early 20s facing sideways into a mirror. She was holding a digital camera up to take the picture and was obviously posing for it, with her large, pert breasts pushed forward under a tight green t-shirt. I took a second to guess their size and reckoned a 32D. Looking up, I saw she was very pretty, with an oval face, flawless skin, full, red lips, a perfect nose, and dark brown eyes. Her shiny black hair fell in loose curls to rest on top of her breasts, which to me now seemed to be straining to burst out her top. Looking down across where the t-shirt hang over a flat stomach, I saw she was wearing black, lacy knickers. They sat on the top of smooth legs and clung to a tight, round ass. They stopped just short of the top of it, so I could see the beginning of the valley between her asscheeks.

As I imagined sliding a finger down that gap, slowly peeling off those panties, and running my palms over her ass, her leaning back onto my chest, I unzipped my fly and started to stroke my now aching cock. I imagined her face turned backwards to me, her lips moist and opened, her looking longingly at my mouth. I rapidly slid my hand up and down my rigid pole as I imagined kissing her, then pulling her t-shirt off, squeezing her full tits and twisting her erect, turgid nipples between my fingers. I felt the cum boiling in my balls as I imagined sliding my hands over her stomach, pulling down her panties, sliding a finger over her strip of pubic hair and into her wet pussy.

With a groan I came, hot cum spraying along my rigid shaft and shooting up into the air. I carried on pumping, not caring that it landed on my keyboard, standing up to aim so it landed on the screen, imagining Carrie opening her pretty mouth to swallow it all down.

Once I'd recovered myself and cleaned up I e-mailed her back to say I was definitely up for doing this.

She replied within a minute suggesting we meet up that evening in a bar in town.

I immediately regretted jacking myself off -- I had a feeling I was going to need all the cum I could muster that night.

At seven twenty-five that evening I walked into Obsidian, a smart bar in the centre of Manchester. I got a bottle of beer from the bar and sat watching the door. 

After ten minutes I started to get worried she wasn't going to turn up. It was too good to be true that someone as gorgeous as her would want to spend the night with me. She was probably just winding me up. 

I began to look around the bar at the other people in there, wondering if any of them had been sent by her to see if I turned up, laugh at me, maybe film it on their phones so they could all laugh at it together.

No one was even looking at me. I told myself to stop being paranoid and I sat still, straightening my shirt. 

I'd thought long and hard about what to wear. Carrie was a student so probably not that well off, so I didn't want to wear one of my expensive suits. Then again I didn't want to turn up in ripped jeans and a vest. So, I'd opted for somewhere in between: smart dark blue jeans, a well-ironed, but untucked white shirt, and brown shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall opposite. I didn't look too bad. Not fit enough to be with someone like her. But not too bad. At least that was what I was hoping she'd think anyway.

I glanced at my watch. She was fifteen minutes late already.

I went up to the bar to get another beer, then went and sat back down on my own.

Another five minutes later and I noticed a couple of girls looking at me sympathetically. They obviously thought I'd been stood up, and I was reaching the same conclusion myself. If it had been anyone less stunning I would have left. As it was, I reached for a copy of the Evening News which someone had left on the seat next to me and started reading, trying to ignore the growing number of people who were pointing me out to their companions and saying things along the lines of: "Poor bloke. All dressed up and his date's stood him up. It's horrible when that happens, isn't it?"

I was halfway through the report of United's latest match, when someone said: "Anything interesting in there?"

I looked up and there was Carrie. She was wearing a black dress that clung to her figure, ending in a straight line just above her breasts and in another one just above her knees. She was about five foot five in three inch heels. She'd straightened her long black hair, and was wearing more make-up than she had in the photo. I realised then that I'd not said anything for a long time. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything. 

"Obviously not," she said, sidling into the seat next to me. "Hi. I'm Carrie."

She put out her hand for me to shake.

"Hi. I'm Nick." I said, taking her soft, small hand in mine.

We smiled at each other, while we shook hands. After a while she raised an eyebrow, then looked down at where I was still shaking her hand. 

I let go of it. "Sorry!" I said, frantically trying to get my head back together. "Would you.....um.....like a......er.............drink?"

"Yes please. That would be lovely. Dry white wine."

I jumped up and went to the bar. As I stood there I tried to get my pulse and breathing down to normal. It just about worked and by the time I got back to the table with her wine I was able to strike up a fairly normal conversation.

We talked about her course and my work and about life in Manchester. It was a little stilted. We got on ok and the conversation didn't dry up at any point, but there wasn't what you would call a spark. 

It was one of the strangest things about that evening -- how she seemed to keep a part of her life private, not give too much of herself away, but at the same time be so willing to give her body to me. At that stage, however, I had no idea how the night would develop.

We moved on to a restaurant called Lounge Ten, where we had a very pleasant dinner, and continued our nice, but slightly dull conversation. I found out where she was from, what sort of music she likes, and where she likes going out in Manchester. It was all fine, but a little stilted.

Until, we began to talk about Literotica.

As our coffees arrived, she leant towards me so her pale, pretty face was lit up by the candle and said: "So. Was it really true? You and those two girls?"

I smiled and nodded.

Her eyes widened. "It sounded absolutely amazing."

"It was," I said simply.

"I've never done anything like that."

"Nothing at all?" I asked.

"No. It's been vanilla for me, all the way. So far." She looked up at me with a wicked grin, and my cock stirred in my pants.

She sipped her coffee then said: "So where are you taking me tonight?"

"It depends where you want to go," I said cagily, still not fully believing that this beautiful woman was really up for a night of debauchery with me.

"I told you," she said seriously. "In my e-mail. I want to do exactly that."

"Ok," I said slowly, looking deep into her intense brown eyes. "That's exactly what we'll do."

I'd already paid so I stood up and held out my hand for her. 

We walked out of the restaurant into the side street. It has rained while we'd been inside and the street lights were reflected in the puddles on the cobbled street. I turned around and looked at Carrie. It was time to see if she was more than talk.

"We'll begin with this," I said, pulling her towards me. She was so slight I pulled her faster than I'd intended and she was immediately crushed up against my chest. She didn't stop me though. I held the back of her head and kissed her full lips briefly and softly. As I pulled away she moved to join our lips again, and then we were deep in a passionate kiss, pressed against the wall in the half darkness.

After a minute or so of exploring each other's lips, tongues and mouths, I began to run my hands up and down her back, sliding down over her firm asscheeks. She moaned into my mouth and reached a hand down to squeeze my cock which was now erect and pressing into her stomach. 

"Oh God yes," I murmured as she rubbed it through my trousers. 

I reached a little lower and slid her dress up so I could feel bare ass. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. 

"Not here," she said, pulling away from my lips and pushing her dress back down. She looked around quickly and then, seeing somewhere quieter, dragged me into a side alley. We were right outside the restaurant's kitchen and though a small window next to us I could smell food cooking and hear chefs swearing.

She leant against a wall and pulled me to her, pressing her lips against mine and snaking her tongue into my mouth. 

I didn't stop to think about what we were doing. It didn't seem to matter that I'd only known this girl for a few hours. I wanted one thing at that moment, and she seemed more than willing to give it to me.

I reached to feel her breasts with one hand and pulled her towards me with the other. I peeled down the top of her dress to reveal her large, firm breasts topped by erect pink nipples. I took a second to marvel at the way they remained upright without any bra, then dipped my head to suck one first one then the other nipple. 

She was gasping and crying out my name, softly so no one would hear us. 

As I licked and kissed her breasts I moved my hand down to her pussy. Her legs parted slightly to allow me in and I felt her wet slit. 

As soon as I began to lightly rub her clitoris she sucked in her breath and pulled my head up from sucking her nipple.

"Fuck me, Nick. Now. Here."

She was fumbling with my belt, so I helped her out, undoing it and pulling my trousers and boxer shorts to my knees. My rigid shaft was now sticking straight up. It was hard as a board, I could see veins throbbing along it, and there was a droplet of precum glistening at the end. 

She slid a hand along its length and moaned: "Oh yes. Put it inside me."

I lifted her up so she was straddling me, my hands on her asscheeks, her legs around my waist. Her back was against the wall, and I held her pussy at the tip of my now straining prick. I could feel the heat coming from her open hole. 

"Go on. Do it," she whispered.

Then I realised I needed a condom. I put her back down and reached into my pocket. 

When she realised what I was doing she told me not to bother. She said she was on the pill and was clean, but I didn't want to take any chances. So I rolled the sheath down over my six inches and lifted her up to where she was before.

"Now please fuck me, Nick," she said, reaching down, trying to pull my cock into her steaming hole.

I pushed forward and we both sighed as she slid slowly over my cockhead, then further down, inch by inch of my hard shaft disappearing inside her. She was biting onto my neck as I began to pump in and out of her, revelling in the feeling of her hot, wet, tight pussy.

Her moans grew louder and she began urging me on, telling me to fuck her harder, and I started to get worried that someone in the kitchen or walking past would hear us, so I sped up my pumping. My hips were thrusting forward to plunge my throbbing shaft deep inside her. She was clamping the walls of her pussy around me, trying to hold me inside her, of every inch of our sex organs rasping against each other.

I was getting close to cumming, my cock was growing even larger and I was hammering in and out of her, not caring any more if she banged against the rough wall behind her. 

Suddenly she came. She squealed so I put my hand over her mouth, and held it there while she writhed about on my shaft. I could feel her pussy spasming all over it and her juices flooding out around it. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips and she was gripping onto my shoulders with her arms. 

Just then I heard laughter at the end of the alley. 

I turned to see three girls, a blur of long blonde hair, high heels and short skirts, standing at the end of the alley. One of them was lighting another's cigarette, and they were giggling about something. They hadn't seen us, but if any of them looked our way they would. Carrie and I held still and looked at each other, my cock still embedded deep within her. 

We held our breath as the cigarette caught light, and the three girls moved on, clipclopping along the pavement, still giggling and completely oblivious to what was happening just a few metres away from them. 

When they had gone, I moved my hand from her mouth back down to help hold her up, and I started deliberately grinding my hips into her's. She groaned in pleasure, then pulled my face towards her's.

She kissed me, then said: "I was hoping you'd fuck as well as you write."

I carried on slowly driving in and out of her pussy. In the darkness and the silence the only sound was of my hard prick churning her pussy juices. 

"And?" I said.

"You do," she said pulling me down for another kiss. 

I moved my hands together and spread her ass wide before plunging my cock back inside her wet pussy. As I pulled out I slid a finger into her asshole. She breathed in deeply then closed her eyes and smiled. I carried on alternating between fucking her pussy and fingering her ass until she came again, her mouth wide open but silent and her fingers digging into my biceps. 

When she had finished she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I want you to fuck me in the ass later," she said.

I didn't reply, just growled and sped up my thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt.

"Are you ready to cum?" she asked.

I looked down at her huge tits jiggling slightly as I pushed in and out of her, then down to where, below a strip of black pubic hair, I could see my shaft sliding in and out of her.

"Fuck yeah," I said. 

"Cum in my mouth," she whispered.

I grunted my acquiescence and lifted her off my shaft. She knelt down in front of me and peeled off the condom that was glistening with her pussy juice. 

Then, while gently rubbing my balls, she took my cockhead into her mouth and began to suck. 

It took about thirty seconds for my balls to explode. Then sensation of her warm, sucking mouth around my shaft and the sight of her looking up at me with her pretty brown eyes, and her other hand reaching down to tweak one of her erect nipples, was more than enough to set me off. 

She held me deep inside her mouth while I came and I could see her throat working to swallow every drop that I pumped into her mouth. 

Finally I finished and she licked the rest of my sticky cum off my cock. Then she pulled up my trousers and together we belted me up. Then she stood up, rearranged her dress, linked her arm in mine and said: "So. Where next?"

In her e-mail she'd said she wanted to go to strip clubs and sex clubs, so I'd done some online research that afternoon. 

"Well, there's Obsessions down by Deansgate Locks," I said. "That's meant to be a good strip club."

"We could," she said. "But I think I'm too horny to just watch now. Isn't there anywhere we could go and, you know, do stuff?"

"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as we walked along the pavement, and trying to think about something other than sticking my cock up her ass.


One Night with Carrie Ch. 01



I'd like to thank everyone who commented on and voted on my description of the night I spent with Abby and Louise a few months ago. It was great to get such positive feedback and to hear about how much you all enjoyed the story. It was also great to hear from so many lovely women, and to receive so many offers to develop further storylines!

Unfortunately I've not been able to take all of you up on your offers, much though I'd like to. Some of you live on the other side of the world, and some of you have been into different stuff to me. That's fine -- it's been great getting to know you, and some of the more eye-opening offers I've had have given me great ideas for future fictional stories!

You'll be glad to hear however that I've not turned down every offer. I've not seen Abby since our night in the Bristol hotel, but I have spent another night with Louise. She brought along two friends - Jo, who looks quite like Scarlett Johanssen, and Carly who has an amazing figure and a great collection of sex toys. Louise did a lot of squirting that night.

I've also spent an incredible afternoon with Rachel, who's 32, married and bored. She'd spent a few weeks e-mailing me and two other guys, getting to know us and flirting heavily. Eventually she arranged for us all to come round to her expensive London house one afternoon, and do her every which way. Rachel looks a bit like Liz Hurley, so we didn't need the Viagra we took to get hard, but it certainly helped us to keep going for hours.

Those are both stories for another post. Here I'm going to tell you about the night I had with Carrie. It was a tough decision which story to choose, so I've left it up to Beth, a Canadian friend I've met through Lit. Beth chose this story from those three, so if you don't like it you can blame her! 

I'm posting it in two halves for two reasons: firstly it's a long story. Secondly, I've not heard from Carrie since the night I'm about to describe, and I want to give her a chance to comment on this first half before I post the second half. We never discussed whether or not I'd write it up and post it. I assume she knew I would, but, doing it this way allows her to stop the second half becoming public.....if that's what she wants.

As before, all names have been changed to protect the guilty.

About a week after "A Story" went up on the Lit site I received an e-mail from Carrie. I've just copied and pasted all these e-mails, hence the typos.

"Hi Deepblue32. 

Really liked "A Story". Good writing, well developed plot and a night to remember. Is it realy true? 

Carrie."

I replied, thanking her for her kind feedback and confirming that it was indeed a true story.

I heard nothing for a week, and then received this. 

"Hi Nick. Where do you live? Sounds like you're in the north."

I replied:

"Hiya Carrie. I live in Manchester. How about you? Hope all's good with you. Nick."

Another week went by without hearing from her. I was e-mailing quite a few other people through Lit and to be honest her brief e-mails hadn't really interested me much, so I wasn't overly concerned by the long pauses. However, her next e-mail really got my attention.

"Hi Nick

I live in Manchester too. I'm studying at the university.

I'm sorry I took a while to respond to your e-mail, but I've been thinking aobut asking you something. I've been talking to my friends about it, getting their advice. I've also been reading and re-reading your story, trying to work out if you are the guy I should do this with. I think you are. I hope you are. 

I'll get to the point, Nick. I want you to take me out for a night of debauchery. I want to visit strip clubs, sex clubs. I want to be undressed and tied naked up where strangers can watch you arouse me with sex toys I've never even heard of. I want to be fucked in every hole by you and by any other man you think deserves it. I want to cum all night and be drenched in rivers of cum. 

I then want to kiss you goodnight, go home, and never hear from you ever again.

You might think I'm some kind of weirdo. I'm not. Honest. I'm a normal 22 year old girl who wants to experience something unusual. Just for one night before I settle into a life of quiet normality. I hope you can be the man to give me that experience.

I've attached a picture of myself. Please e-mail me soon as now I've made my mind up I can't wait to do this. I can't wait to feel your thick cock inside me while unknown hands roam across my naked body. Please tell me you want this too.

Carrie."

My cursor hovered over the attachment download. On one hand I now had a raging hard-on. On the other I did think she sounded a little unhinged. It was partly the request and partly the way she'd phrased her e-mail. 

It was the age-old battle between a throbbing cock and a questioning mind. The cock always wins and I opened the attachment. 

One glance at the picture that opened up on my screen made my cock stiffen even further. It showed a woman in her early 20s facing sideways into a mirror. She was holding a digital camera up to take the picture and was obviously posing for it, with her large, pert breasts pushed forward under a tight green t-shirt. I took a second to guess their size and reckoned a 32D. Looking up, I saw she was very pretty, with an oval face, flawless skin, full, red lips, a perfect nose, and dark brown eyes. Her shiny black hair fell in loose curls to rest on top of her breasts, which to me now seemed to be straining to burst out her top. Looking down across where the t-shirt hang over a flat stomach, I saw she was wearing black, lacy knickers. They sat on the top of smooth legs and clung to a tight, round ass. They stopped just short of the top of it, so I could see the beginning of the valley between her asscheeks.

As I imagined sliding a finger down that gap, slowly peeling off those panties, and running my palms over her ass, her leaning back onto my chest, I unzipped my fly and started to stroke my now aching cock. I imagined her face turned backwards to me, her lips moist and opened, her looking longingly at my mouth. I rapidly slid my hand up and down my rigid pole as I imagined kissing her, then pulling her t-shirt off, squeezing her full tits and twisting her erect, turgid nipples between my fingers. I felt the cum boiling in my balls as I imagined sliding my hands over her stomach, pulling down her panties, sliding a finger over her strip of pubic hair and into her wet pussy.

With a groan I came, hot cum spraying along my rigid shaft and shooting up into the air. I carried on pumping, not caring that it landed on my keyboard, standing up to aim so it landed on the screen, imagining Carrie opening her pretty mouth to swallow it all down.

Once I'd recovered myself and cleaned up I e-mailed her back to say I was definitely up for doing this.

She replied within a minute suggesting we meet up that evening in a bar in town.

I immediately regretted jacking myself off -- I had a feeling I was going to need all the cum I could muster that night.

At seven twenty-five that evening I walked into Obsidian, a smart bar in the centre of Manchester. I got a bottle of beer from the bar and sat watching the door. 

After ten minutes I started to get worried she wasn't going to turn up. It was too good to be true that someone as gorgeous as her would want to spend the night with me. She was probably just winding me up. 

I began to look around the bar at the other people in there, wondering if any of them had been sent by her to see if I turned up, laugh at me, maybe film it on their phones so they could all laugh at it together.

No one was even looking at me. I told myself to stop being paranoid and I sat still, straightening my shirt. 

I'd thought long and hard about what to wear. Carrie was a student so probably not that well off, so I didn't want to wear one of my expensive suits. Then again I didn't want to turn up in ripped jeans and a vest. So, I'd opted for somewhere in between: smart dark blue jeans, a well-ironed, but untucked white shirt, and brown shoes. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall opposite. I didn't look too bad. Not fit enough to be with someone like her. But not too bad. At least that was what I was hoping she'd think anyway.

I glanced at my watch. She was fifteen minutes late already.

I went up to the bar to get another beer, then went and sat back down on my own.

Another five minutes later and I noticed a couple of girls looking at me sympathetically. They obviously thought I'd been stood up, and I was reaching the same conclusion myself. If it had been anyone less stunning I would have left. As it was, I reached for a copy of the Evening News which someone had left on the seat next to me and started reading, trying to ignore the growing number of people who were pointing me out to their companions and saying things along the lines of: "Poor bloke. All dressed up and his date's stood him up. It's horrible when that happens, isn't it?"

I was halfway through the report of United's latest match, when someone said: "Anything interesting in there?"

I looked up and there was Carrie. She was wearing a black dress that clung to her figure, ending in a straight line just above her breasts and in another one just above her knees. She was about five foot five in three inch heels. She'd straightened her long black hair, and was wearing more make-up than she had in the photo. I realised then that I'd not said anything for a long time. I opened my mouth to speak, but couldn't think of anything. 

"Obviously not," she said, sidling into the seat next to me. "Hi. I'm Carrie."

She put out her hand for me to shake.

"Hi. I'm Nick." I said, taking her soft, small hand in mine.

We smiled at each other, while we shook hands. After a while she raised an eyebrow, then looked down at where I was still shaking her hand. 

I let go of it. "Sorry!" I said, frantically trying to get my head back together. "Would you.....um.....like a......er.............drink?"

"Yes please. That would be lovely. Dry white wine."

I jumped up and went to the bar. As I stood there I tried to get my pulse and breathing down to normal. It just about worked and by the time I got back to the table with her wine I was able to strike up a fairly normal conversation.

We talked about her course and my work and about life in Manchester. It was a little stilted. We got on ok and the conversation didn't dry up at any point, but there wasn't what you would call a spark. 

It was one of the strangest things about that evening -- how she seemed to keep a part of her life private, not give too much of herself away, but at the same time be so willing to give her body to me. At that stage, however, I had no idea how the night would develop.

We moved on to a restaurant called Lounge Ten, where we had a very pleasant dinner, and continued our nice, but slightly dull conversation. I found out where she was from, what sort of music she likes, and where she likes going out in Manchester. It was all fine, but a little stilted.

Until, we began to talk about Literotica.

As our coffees arrived, she leant towards me so her pale, pretty face was lit up by the candle and said: "So. Was it really true? You and those two girls?"

I smiled and nodded.

Her eyes widened. "It sounded absolutely amazing."

"It was," I said simply.

"I've never done anything like that."

"Nothing at all?" I asked.

"No. It's been vanilla for me, all the way. So far." She looked up at me with a wicked grin, and my cock stirred in my pants.

She sipped her coffee then said: "So where are you taking me tonight?"

"It depends where you want to go," I said cagily, still not fully believing that this beautiful woman was really up for a night of debauchery with me.

"I told you," she said seriously. "In my e-mail. I want to do exactly that."

"Ok," I said slowly, looking deep into her intense brown eyes. "That's exactly what we'll do."

I'd already paid so I stood up and held out my hand for her. 

We walked out of the restaurant into the side street. It has rained while we'd been inside and the street lights were reflected in the puddles on the cobbled street. I turned around and looked at Carrie. It was time to see if she was more than talk.

"We'll begin with this," I said, pulling her towards me. She was so slight I pulled her faster than I'd intended and she was immediately crushed up against my chest. She didn't stop me though. I held the back of her head and kissed her full lips briefly and softly. As I pulled away she moved to join our lips again, and then we were deep in a passionate kiss, pressed against the wall in the half darkness.

After a minute or so of exploring each other's lips, tongues and mouths, I began to run my hands up and down her back, sliding down over her firm asscheeks. She moaned into my mouth and reached a hand down to squeeze my cock which was now erect and pressing into her stomach. 

"Oh God yes," I murmured as she rubbed it through my trousers. 

I reached a little lower and slid her dress up so I could feel bare ass. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. 

"Not here," she said, pulling away from my lips and pushing her dress back down. She looked around quickly and then, seeing somewhere quieter, dragged me into a side alley. We were right outside the restaurant's kitchen and though a small window next to us I could smell food cooking and hear chefs swearing.

She leant against a wall and pulled me to her, pressing her lips against mine and snaking her tongue into my mouth. 

I didn't stop to think about what we were doing. It didn't seem to matter that I'd only known this girl for a few hours. I wanted one thing at that moment, and she seemed more than willing to give it to me.

I reached to feel her breasts with one hand and pulled her towards me with the other. I peeled down the top of her dress to reveal her large, firm breasts topped by erect pink nipples. I took a second to marvel at the way they remained upright without any bra, then dipped my head to suck one first one then the other nipple. 

She was gasping and crying out my name, softly so no one would hear us. 

As I licked and kissed her breasts I moved my hand down to her pussy. Her legs parted slightly to allow me in and I felt her wet slit. 

As soon as I began to lightly rub her clitoris she sucked in her breath and pulled my head up from sucking her nipple.

"Fuck me, Nick. Now. Here."

She was fumbling with my belt, so I helped her out, undoing it and pulling my trousers and boxer shorts to my knees. My rigid shaft was now sticking straight up. It was hard as a board, I could see veins throbbing along it, and there was a droplet of precum glistening at the end. 

She slid a hand along its length and moaned: "Oh yes. Put it inside me."

I lifted her up so she was straddling me, my hands on her asscheeks, her legs around my waist. Her back was against the wall, and I held her pussy at the tip of my now straining prick. I could feel the heat coming from her open hole. 

"Go on. Do it," she whispered.

Then I realised I needed a condom. I put her back down and reached into my pocket. 

When she realised what I was doing she told me not to bother. She said she was on the pill and was clean, but I didn't want to take any chances. So I rolled the sheath down over my six inches and lifted her up to where she was before.

"Now please fuck me, Nick," she said, reaching down, trying to pull my cock into her steaming hole.

I pushed forward and we both sighed as she slid slowly over my cockhead, then further down, inch by inch of my hard shaft disappearing inside her. She was biting onto my neck as I began to pump in and out of her, revelling in the feeling of her hot, wet, tight pussy.

Her moans grew louder and she began urging me on, telling me to fuck her harder, and I started to get worried that someone in the kitchen or walking past would hear us, so I sped up my pumping. My hips were thrusting forward to plunge my throbbing shaft deep inside her. She was clamping the walls of her pussy around me, trying to hold me inside her, of every inch of our sex organs rasping against each other.

I was getting close to cumming, my cock was growing even larger and I was hammering in and out of her, not caring any more if she banged against the rough wall behind her. 

Suddenly she came. She squealed so I put my hand over her mouth, and held it there while she writhed about on my shaft. I could feel her pussy spasming all over it and her juices flooding out around it. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips and she was gripping onto my shoulders with her arms. 

Just then I heard laughter at the end of the alley. 

I turned to see three girls, a blur of long blonde hair, high heels and short skirts, standing at the end of the alley. One of them was lighting another's cigarette, and they were giggling about something. They hadn't seen us, but if any of them looked our way they would. Carrie and I held still and looked at each other, my cock still embedded deep within her. 

We held our breath as the cigarette caught light, and the three girls moved on, clipclopping along the pavement, still giggling and completely oblivious to what was happening just a few metres away from them. 

When they had gone, I moved my hand from her mouth back down to help hold her up, and I started deliberately grinding my hips into her's. She groaned in pleasure, then pulled my face towards her's.

She kissed me, then said: "I was hoping you'd fuck as well as you write."

I carried on slowly driving in and out of her pussy. In the darkness and the silence the only sound was of my hard prick churning her pussy juices. 

"And?" I said.

"You do," she said pulling me down for another kiss. 

I moved my hands together and spread her ass wide before plunging my cock back inside her wet pussy. As I pulled out I slid a finger into her asshole. She breathed in deeply then closed her eyes and smiled. I carried on alternating between fucking her pussy and fingering her ass until she came again, her mouth wide open but silent and her fingers digging into my biceps. 

When she had finished she opened her eyes and looked at me. "I want you to fuck me in the ass later," she said.

I didn't reply, just growled and sped up my thrusting in and out of her juicy cunt.

"Are you ready to cum?" she asked.

I looked down at her huge tits jiggling slightly as I pushed in and out of her, then down to where, below a strip of black pubic hair, I could see my shaft sliding in and out of her.

"Fuck yeah," I said. 

"Cum in my mouth," she whispered.

I grunted my acquiescence and lifted her off my shaft. She knelt down in front of me and peeled off the condom that was glistening with her pussy juice. 

Then, while gently rubbing my balls, she took my cockhead into her mouth and began to suck. 

It took about thirty seconds for my balls to explode. The sensation of her warm, sucking mouth around my shaft and the sight of her looking up at me with her pretty brown eyes, and her other hand reaching down to tweak one of her erect nipples, was more than enough to set me off. 

She held me deep inside her mouth while I came and I could see her throat working to swallow every drop that I pumped into her mouth. 

Finally I finished and she licked the rest of my sticky cum off my cock. Then she pulled up my trousers and together we belted me up. Then she stood up, rearranged her dress, linked her arm in mine and said: "So. Where next?"



One Night with Carrie Ch. 02



In her e-mail she'd said she wanted to go to strip clubs and sex clubs, so I'd done some online research that afternoon. 

"Well, there's Obsessions down by Deansgate Locks," I said. "That's meant to be a good strip club."

"We could," she said. "But I think I'm too horny to just watch now. Isn't there anywhere we could go and, you know, do stuff?"

"Sure," I said, trying to sound nonchalant as we walked along the pavement, and trying to think about something other than sticking my cock up her ass.

I'd never been to a sex club before, but had looked them up on the Internet, so I knew of one not far from where we were. 

We walked there in silence, her arm in mine, both walking a little faster than we would normally. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect when we got there, but I knew for certain that I wanted my night with Carrie to continue.

We arrived at the entrance to the venue and I paid my entrance fee to the big shaven-headed bloke at the front desk. Then we walked into a bar area. It seemed normal enough. There were a few people sat on tables around the room and a couple sat at the bar on their own. The only thing that was different from a normal bar was that as we walked in they all stopped talking and turned to look at us. I could feel a dozen pairs of eyes looking me up and down, appraising me for fucking potential. 

I leant forward to whisper to Carrie: "Is it here, or does that happen wherever you go?" 

She laughed and whispered back: "No. Just here."

At the bar we ordered a beer and a white wine, and went to a table where I began to look back at the other people in the bar. 

It was, to be honest, a pretty disappointing view. There were about ten men, most of them older than fifty and most of them pretty unattractive. There were two women who were younger, maybe in their thirties and not bad looking, but neither of them was exciting me. Neither cracked a smile the whole time I looked at them. They both looked a little rough and I suspected they were hookers. I was beginning to see why they'd all been so interested in us when we arrived.

Carrie leant over to me and whispered: "See anything you like?"

I grimaced at her and she did back to me.

"Well, you're not bad I suppose," I said with a smile. 

"Yeah, but everyone in here is fucking ugly," she replied, looking around the room with dismay.

"Let's give it some time," I said. "Someone else might turn up."

But they didn't. About eight new people turned up, and a group of three came out of a side room. They were all men, with one exception, a very fat woman with bright purple hair and far too few clothes, who came out of the side room with two men with grey hair and big smiles. She caught my eye and winked at me from the bar. I looked away rapidly. 

A few of the men came over and tried to start a conversation with Carrie. They all completely ignored me. In fact they mostly ignored her, and talked to her tits. 

By the time we'd finished our drinks we were both ready to go. We walked away in silence, putting as much distance between us and the place as possible. 

"I'm really sorry about that," I said.

"Eurgh. That place was horrible," said Carrie.

"Yeah. I'm sorry," I said.

"Those men!" She grimaced.

"I know. The women weren't much better either."

We stood in silence. It had started to rain gently. I was beginning to worry that such a promising night was going to end early. Fortunately though I did have another place up my sleeve.

"I do know another place we could try. It might be better than that," I said hopefully.

"Do you think it will be?" she said looking sceptical.

"I don't know. I mean if you want we can just call it a night. But maybe we could try this place. If it's anything like the last one we can leave straightaway."

She thought about it for a while then said: "Ok. I'll try it. But if it's like that then I'm going home."

This one was out of town so we hailed a cab and in twenty minutes were standing outside it. It didn't look like much from the outside, but we both took a deep breath and went inside. 

Immediately it had a better atmosphere. There were more people, around fifty or so, and they were generally younger and better looking. The owners had obviously spent a bit of money on the place. It had the fairly naff black, gold and red décor that you associate with that sort of place, but it wasn't tatty like the other place, and the low lighting made it seem classier. There was a decent sound system pumping out a bassy beat.

As we walked down the steps into the main area quite a few heads turned our way. I had that same feeling of being judged, but here I was myself hungrily looking around the room. I counted at least six women I wanted to fuck, and was pleased to see that two of them were already half naked, their breasts spilling out into the eager hands and mouths of the men at their tables. 

My attention was drawn to a cage to the left of the bar. It was about ten foot by ten foot and inside was a tall, slender blonde girl. She was wearing a bikini and was crawling around the cage on all fours. Surrounding the cage were seven men, all pushing their erect cocks through the bars, and urging her to suck them. I stood by the bar, staring open-mouthed, as the girl moved between them, taking each dick into her mouth, sucking it for a minute or so, then moving on to the next one. 

"Fucking hell," I said to Carrie. "Check that out." I gestured toward the cage, then saw that she was already looking at it.

She looked up at me with eyes that were shining with excitement. 

"This is fucking amazing," she said. Then grinned: "I am going to get the fucking of my life in here."

I was beginning to think she might be right, and I imagine a big smile was plastered across my face. 

We ordered drinks and went to sit down near to the cage so we could watch the blonde girl orally pleasuring the men. As a smartly dressed barman brought my Scotch and Carrie's diet coke over, one of the men let out a roar and loosed a jet of cum all over the girl's face. 

She rubbed the cock over her cheeks, smearing the cum around it and said to the man, in an accent that was mistakably from the deep south of the US: "I love the taste of your cum, baby. I wish I could have it every day."

The man, a well built man in his forties, who was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that were undone at the front, replied in a Manchester accent: "You can Lara. You just say the word and you can suck my cock every day."

His dick had now deflated and the other men surrounding the cage were calling for Lara to service them. So she planted a kiss on his prick, winked up at him and moved to the other side of the cage where a muscular young black man was standing, completely naked, shaking his cock at her. 

My prick was rockhard as I took a sip of my whisky. 

Carrie was looking at me. "Do you want to go and get your cock sucked?" she asked. 

I hesitated. She started rubbing my hard-on through my jeans.

"You can if you want," she said. "I don't mind. I'll watch."

I thought about how this night was rapidly turning into the best of my life. I couldn't believe a place like this had been just a twenty minute taxi ride from my apartment for all these years and I'd never been inside it. I couldn't believe I was now in this place with the most fuckable looking woman I'd ever met and she was telling me I could go and get a blowjob from the gorgeous girl who a few feet away was deepthroating a thick black cock.

I was about to get up and walk over to the cage when Carrie leant closer and whispered: "Alternatively, you could tie me up in that cradle, blindfold me and do what you like to me. 

I looked towards where she had nodded. In a dark recess behind our table four leather straps were hanging from the ceiling.

Carrie leant towards me and whispered in my ear: "I want you to tie me up. I want you to blindfold me. I want you to let different men fuck me." Her eyes showed that she was entirely serious about this. I glanced back towards where Lara was now tonguing the black man's balls. For a few seconds I was torn, but I quickly realised there was no question about what I was going to do.

I stood up and walked towards the cradle. Carrie followed smiling. 

She stood in the middle of the four leather straps, kicked off her heels, then reached behind her to unzip her dress. In seconds she was stepping out of it, naked. I heard a few people point her out to their companions. She smiled at their appreciative comments. I'd say it encouraged her, made her more confident, but never at one point inv that evening did she appear anything other than utterly determined to get what she wanted.

As a crowd started to form around us, she said to me: "Come on then. Tie me up."

With my erection clearly visible through my jeans I began to tie the leather straps around her hands. She kissed my neck, repeating quietly that she wanted to get fucked over and over by the biggest cocks in the club. I just tried not to get distracted by her words as I tightened the knots around her slender wrists. 

Then I asked one of the men who were watching to take her other leg, lift it up and tie her securely there. He was only too happy to oblige, looking intently at her wet, pink pussy while he tied the leather round her ankles. 

With her suspended about three feet from the ground, her black hair hanging down and her legs spread wide apart, I checked she was comfortable, then asked if anyone had something we could use as a blindfold. There were about two dozen people watching and one of them, a large woman in her forties, produced a red scarf which I tied around Carrie's head so it covered her eyes. With a bit of effort she could move her hands to her head to take off the blindfold, but, apart from that, she was entirely under my control. 

I leant down to kiss her on the lips and said: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," she said. "This is exactly how I wanted it to happen, Nick. I want you to fuck me any way you like and you can let anyone else fuck me. I trust you."

I kissed her again, then moved my lips down to her breasts. I sucked on her erect nipples, trying not to think about the expectant crowd that was standing in a circle around us, watching me elicit gasps and cries of pleasure from this beautiful, strange woman.

I didn't really know what I was going to do. All of a sudden I seemed to have become the centre of attention in this club, and it seemed to be up to me to control the situation. I felt quite nervous, but also incredibly turned on. I tried to relax and just go with what seemed natural.

When I moved my hand down between her legs, a few of the men pulled out their cocks and started masturbating as they watched me slide two fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy and strum my thumb across her erect clitoris. It took less than a minute for her to cum. Her body bucked up and down and she shouted obscenities: "Oh fuck yes. Ah, yes. Fuck me. Oh YES!"

I was straining to burst out of my pants, but I knew she wanted more than just me so I was going to have to share her. 

I looked at the audience and saw the man who had tied up her leg. He was in his thirties, and in fact looked like a very sensible accountant, apart from the fact that he was slowly sliding his hand up and down a huge erection. I decided I could trust him and so gestured for him to put his cock in her mouth.

His eyes widened but he didn't hesitate. He walked straight over to where her head was hanging down and pushed the end of his prick against her lips. She sighed and opened to let him in. He grunted with pleasure and pushed till he was halfway in, then reached down to squeeze first one then the other tit.

The crowd was getting more and more excited, and was urging them on. Some were asking me if they could join in, but I shook my head. I knew I had to stay in control of the situation somehow. They seemed willing enough to do what I ordered. The bigger challenge was resisting the urge to pull my pulsating cock out of my trousers and empty my swollen balls all over her tits. I knew I couldn't, I knew I had to focus on giving her what she wanted from this situation. But it was getting harder and harder, in both senses of the word.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I moved down so I was between her legs and bent forward so I could trail my tongue along her slit. She was wide open and dripping with juices. As I reached her clit, she pulled the cock out of her mouth and shouted: 

"Yes. Fucking suck my clit. Oh you bastard. Yes!"

As I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it gently, I watched her pull the man's prick deep into her throat and suck for all she was worth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young bloke in the crowd cum into his own hand. Someone passed him a tissue to clean it up and he stood there intently watching Carrie's sex show. 

When Carrie came next, so did the man fucking her face. With a loud roar he emptied his balls into her mouth and I watched from between her legs as she swallowed it all down. It was becoming clear to me that she wasn't one of those women who have a problem with the taste of cum. Quite the opposite in fact. 

While the man moved away from Carrie's head, I noticed in the crowd around us the naked black guy who had been next to the cage. There was now no one next to the cage and it was empty. Everyone was watching us. He'd also obviously not been finished off as he was still naked and still erect.

I gestured for him to replace the other guy in Carrie's mouth and with a grin he eagerly moved to do so. She was hanging limply in the cradle but willingly accepted the new dick that slid between her sticky lips. 

I stood up and wondered what to do next. My balls were boiling and I was finding it hard to think of anything apart from pulling my dick out and giving it some relief inside the wet pussy in front of me. However, I knew she wanted other men, and to be honest I was beginning to think it might be hard to keep some of these men back. 

I looked among the crowd. There were about five other guys with their cocks sticking out in front of them. A couple of them had women, presumably their wives or girlfriends, caressing them, but the others were doing it themselves. My gaze rested on the largest one. In fact it was hard not to look at it. It belonged to a bloke of medium height and build who was in his late twenties. It looked about nine inches long and he was only just managing to wrap his hand around it. He was looking intensely at where Carrie's milky white tits were jiggling about on her chest with the movement generated from the cock ploughing in and out of her open mouth.

I caught his eye, stepped back and to her side, and gestured for him to take my place between her legs.

A couple of other blokes mumbled "You lucky fucking bastard" as he stepped forward. 

Then standing between her legs, he tugged his jeans down and said to me in a Cockney accent: "Cheers mate. You sure it's all right if I fuck her?"

Carrie heard and, in the gap when the cock was out of her mouth, replied for me: "Yes you can fuck me. Do it hard. And you'd better have a big fucking dick."

Then with a growl she started sucking on the balls of the naked man by her head. He was standing with his hands on his hips, his eyes closed and a look of bliss on his face.

As the man between her legs started wetting his dick by sliding it up and down her slit, I moved up to her head and whispered: "It's fucking huge, babe. You'll like it." 

She smiled and said: "You're fucking amazing, Nick. Could you support me for a bit. It's starting to hurt a little."

"Sure thing," I replied, and moved down to her side, placed my hands under her back and lifted her up. As I did so, someone moved forward from the crowd to help me on Carrie's other side. It was Lara, the blonde American who'd been in the cage. 

She smiled at me and said: "This ok?"

I nodded, and we both looked down to where the man between Carrie's legs had begun to inch inside her. As he slid in, the crowd gathered in closer to watch and she let out a high pitched squeal. There were about two dozen people within touching distance of the threesome.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said. "That's one nice tight cunt."

As he began sliding in and out of her, gently at first, Lara and I both dipped our heads to start sucking on Carrie's rock solid nipples. Then the blonde girl reached down to rub Carrie's clit. I watched with an aching cock as she ran her fingers over Carrie's clit, around her pussy lips and along the huge shaft that was ploughing in and out of the black-haired girl. 

Carrie was in another world at this point. She was having orgasm after orgasm as two pricks pistoned in and out of her at both ends and she hung helpless between them. Both men were grunting, and I could see several other pairs of hands starting to roam over Carrie's naked body. 

Suddenly the black guy in Carrie's mouth cried out and started cumming. Again, she held it in her mouth and swallowed every last drop. The guy in her pussy sped up, pounding in and out of her so her whole body was shaking. I glimpsed hands roaming over his chest, back and ass. There were more hands, mouths and lips pawing, sucking, and licking Carrie's body, all of them trying to get a piece of this beautiful girl. 

Carrie was loving every second, but I was starting to get worried it was getting out of hand. Someone standing next to me came on Carrie's chest, right next to where I was sucking her nipple. I jumped to avoid the stream of white cum, and watched as the large woman who'd given me the scarf moved in to lick it up. Everywhere I looked there where people crowding in to touch and see Carrie. They were in various states of undress and were not all people I fancied. It occurred to me that Carrie might not like all of these people using her body like this. She'd seemed totally up for everything so far, but that was when I was in control. I was rapidly losing control of this situation and it was starting to worry me.

Lara must have seen my concern, as she said over Carrie's writhing, bucking body, and under the noise of people moaning, grunting and swearing as they used the beautiful body hanging between them: "Want to take her somewhere more private?"

I nodded, and immediately Lara stood up: "Ok, everyone. Stand back." Everyone obeyed her immediately. "Steve, pull that monster out of the poor girl. Give her a break."

He looked angrily at Lara but obeyed. He pulled it out and stood between her legs, his nine inch cock, purple, throbbing and slick with her juices. Carrie however wasn't so pleased: "What are you doing?" She began to complain. "Nick, don't let them stop. I want more."

"And you'll have it," said Lara, untying her blindfold and straps. "We're just going to go somewhere more private."

Carrie looked like she was ready to argue, but as soon as she saw the beautiful blonde girl who was taking off her blindfold, she seemed mollified. Blinking, she looked around at the crowd, which was now dispersing, grumbling that Lara has ruined their fun. She caught sight of me and smiled at me, mouthing: "Thank you."

I smiled back and helped Steve untie Carrie's legs. 

When she was down Lara led her towards a door and Steve and I followed. I remember him looking at me and saying matter of factly: "You must be ready to bust a nut mate."

I burst out laughing and said: "You're not fucking wrong. That was seriously hot."

Once we got into the room it started to get even hotter. The room was dominated by a huge bed, big enough for eight people I guessed. Lara and Carrie immediately jumped onto the bed and began kissing each other. Steve and I stood watching while Carrie pulled off Lara's bikini to reveal her small tits, and then rapidly moved down her slender body to peel off her panties. She had a neatly shaved blonde bush, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Steve slowly stroking his long, thick shaft while he stared intently at her now completely naked body.




One Night with Carrie Ch. 02



I tugged mine out of my trousers and with a groan started to give it some much needed manual relief. 

Lara looked at us both masturbating at the sight of two hot naked women on the bed in front of us, and said: "So are you boys going to keep playing with yourselves or are you going to get your clothes off and join us?" 



One Night with Carrie



I'd never been to a sex club before, but had looked them up on the Internet, so I knew of one not far from where we were. 

We walked there in silence, her arm in mine, both walking a little faster than we would normally. I was a bit nervous, not knowing what to expect when we got there, but I knew for certain that I wanted my night with Carrie to continue.

We arrived at the entrance to the venue and I paid my entrance fee to the big shaven-headed bloke at the front desk. Then we walked into a bar area. It seemed normal enough. There were a few people sat on tables around the room and a couple sat at the bar on their own. The only thing that was different from a normal bar was that as we walked in they all stopped talking and turned to look at us. I could feel a dozen pairs of eyes looking me up and down, appraising me for fucking potential. 

I leant forward to whisper to Carrie: "Is it here, or does that happen wherever you go?" 

She laughed and whispered back: "No. Just here."

At the bar we ordered a beer and a white wine, and went to a table where I began to look back at the other people in the bar. 

It was, to be honest, a pretty disappointing view. There were about ten men, most of them older than fifty and most of them pretty unattractive. There were two women who were younger, maybe in their thirties and not bad looking, but neither of them was exciting me. Neither cracked a smile the whole time I looked at them. They both looked a little rough and I suspected they were hookers. I was beginning to see why they'd all been so interested in us when we arrived.

Carrie leant over to me and whispered: "See anything you like?"

I grimaced at her and she did back to me.

"Well, you're not bad I suppose," I said with a smile. 

"Yeah, but everyone in here is fucking ugly," she replied, looking around the room with dismay.

"Let's give it some time," I said. "Someone else might turn up."

But they didn't. About eight new people turned up, and a group of three came out of a side room. They were all men, with one exception, a very fat woman with bright purple hair and far too few clothes, who came out of the side room with two men with grey hair and big smiles. She caught my eye and winked at me from the bar. I looked away rapidly. 

A few of the men came over and tried to start a conversation with Carrie. They all completely ignored me. In fact they mostly ignored her, and talked to her tits. 

By the time we'd finished our drinks we were both ready to go. We walked away in silence, putting as much distance between us and the place as possible. 

"I'm really sorry about that," I said.

"Eurgh. That place was horrible," said Carrie.

"Yeah. I'm sorry," I said.

"Those men!" She grimaced.

"I know. The women weren't much better either."

We stood in silence. It had started to rain gently. I was beginning to worry that such a promising night was going to end early. Fortunately though I did have another place up my sleeve.

"I do know another place we could try. It might be better than that," I said hopefully.

"Do you think it will be?" she said looking sceptical.

"I don't know. I mean if you want we can just call it a night. But maybe we could try this place. If it's anything like the last one we can leave straightaway."

She thought about it for a while then said: "Ok. I'll try it. But if it's like that then I'm going home."

This one was out of town so we hailed a cab and in twenty minutes were standing outside it. It didn't look like much from the outside, but we both took a deep breath and went inside. 

Immediately it had a better atmosphere. There were more people, around fifty or so, and they were generally younger and better looking. The owners had obviously spent a bit of money on the place. It had the fairly naff black, gold and red décor that you associate with that sort of place, but it wasn't tatty like the other place, and the low lighting made it seem classier. There was a decent sound system pumping out a bassy beat.

As we walked down the steps into the main area quite a few heads turned our way. I had that same feeling of being judged, but here I was myself hungrily looking around the room. I counted at least six women I wanted to fuck, and was pleased to see that two of them were already half naked, their breasts spilling out into the eager hands and mouths of the men at their tables. 

My attention was drawn to a cage to the left of the bar. It was about ten foot by ten foot and inside was a tall, slender blonde girl. She was wearing a bikini and was crawling around the cage on all fours. Surrounding the cage were seven men, all pushing their erect cocks through the bars, and urging her to suck them. I stood by the bar, staring open-mouthed, as the girl moved between them, taking each dick into her mouth, sucking it for a minute or so, then moving on to the next one. 

"Fucking hell," I said to Carrie. "Check that out." I gestured toward the cage, then saw that she was already looking at it.

She looked up at me with eyes that were shining with excitement. 

"This is fucking amazing," she said. Then grinned: "I am going to get the fucking of my life in here."

I was beginning to think she might be right, and I imagine a big smile was plastered across my face. 

We ordered drinks and went to sit down near to the cage so we could watch the blonde girl orally pleasuring the men. As a smartly dressed barman brought my Scotch and Carrie's diet coke over, one of the men let out a roar and loosed a jet of cum all over the girl's face. 

She rubbed the cock over her cheeks, smearing the cum around it and said to the man, in an accent that was mistakably from the deep south of the US: "I love the taste of your cum, baby. I wish I could have it every day."

The man, a well built man in his forties, who was wearing a t-shirt and jeans that were undone at the front, replied in a Manchester accent: "You can Lara. You just say the word and you can suck my cock every day."

His dick had now deflated and the other men surrounding the cage were calling for Lara to service them. So she planted a kiss on his prick, winked up at him and moved to the other side of the cage where a muscular young black man was standing, completely naked, shaking his cock at her. 

My prick was rockhard as I took a sip of my whisky. 

Carrie was looking at me. "Do you want to go and get your cock sucked?" she asked. 

I hesitated. She started rubbing my hard-on through my jeans.

"You can if you want," she said. "I don't mind. I'll watch."

I thought about how this night was rapidly turning into the best of my life. I couldn't believe a place like this had been just a twenty minute taxi ride from my apartment for all these years and I'd never been inside it. I couldn't believe I was now in this place with the most fuckable looking woman I'd ever met and she was telling me I could go and get a blowjob from the gorgeous girl who a few feet away was deepthroating a thick black cock.

I was about to get up and walk over to the cage when Carrie leant closer and whispered: "Alternatively, you could tie me up in that cradle, blindfold me and do what you like to me. 

I looked towards where she had nodded. In a dark recess behind our table four leather straps were hanging from the ceiling.

Carrie leant towards me and whispered in my ear: "I want you to tie me up. I want you to blindfold me. I want you to let different men fuck me." Her eyes showed that she was entirely serious about this. I glanced back towards where Lara was now tonguing the black man's balls. For a few seconds I was torn, but I quickly realised there was no question about what I was going to do.

I stood up and walked towards the cradle. Carrie followed smiling. 

She stood in the middle of the four leather straps, kicked off her heels, then reached behind her to unzip her dress. In seconds she was stepping out of it, naked. I heard a few people point her out to their companions. She smiled at their appreciative comments. I'd say it encouraged her, made her more confident, but never at one point inv that evening did she appear anything other than utterly determined to get what she wanted.

As a crowd started to form around us, she said to me: "Come on then. Tie me up."

With my erection clearly visible through my jeans I began to tie the leather straps around her hands. She kissed my neck, repeating quietly that she wanted to get fucked over and over by the biggest cocks in the club. I just tried not to get distracted by her words as I tightened the knots around her slender wrists. 

Then I asked one of the men who were watching to take her other leg, lift it up and tie her securely there. He was only too happy to oblige, looking intently at her wet, pink pussy while he tied the leather round her ankles. 

With her suspended about three feet from the ground, her black hair hanging down and her legs spread wide apart, I checked she was comfortable, then asked if anyone had something we could use as a blindfold. There were about two dozen people watching and one of them, a large woman in her forties, produced a red scarf which I tied around Carrie's head so it covered her eyes. With a bit of effort she could move her hands to her head to take off the blindfold, but, apart from that, she was entirely under my control. 

I leant down to kiss her on the lips and said: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes," she said. "This is exactly how I wanted it to happen, Nick. I want you to fuck me any way you like and you can let anyone else fuck me. I trust you."

I kissed her again, then moved my lips down to her breasts. I sucked on her erect nipples, trying not to think about the expectant crowd that was standing in a circle around us, watching me elicit gasps and cries of pleasure from this beautiful, strange woman.

I didn't really know what I was going to do. All of a sudden I seemed to have become the centre of attention in this club, and it seemed to be up to me to control the situation. I felt quite nervous, but also incredibly turned on. I tried to relax and just go with what seemed natural.

When I moved my hand down between her legs, a few of the men pulled out their cocks and started masturbating as they watched me slide two fingers in and out of her soaking wet pussy and strum my thumb across her erect clitoris. It took less than a minute for her to cum. Her body bucked up and down and she shouted obscenities: "Oh fuck yes. Ah, yes. Fuck me. Oh YES!"

I was straining to burst out of my pants, but I knew she wanted more than just me so I was going to have to share her. 

I looked at the audience and saw the man who had tied up her leg. He was in his thirties, and in fact looked like a very sensible accountant, apart from the fact that he was slowly sliding his hand up and down a huge erection. I decided I could trust him and so gestured for him to put his cock in her mouth.

His eyes widened but he didn't hesitate. He walked straight over to where her head was hanging down and pushed the end of his prick against her lips. She sighed and opened to let him in. He grunted with pleasure and pushed till he was halfway in, then reached down to squeeze first one then the other tit.

The crowd was getting more and more excited, and was urging them on. Some were asking me if they could join in, but I shook my head. I knew I had to stay in control of the situation somehow. They seemed willing enough to do what I ordered. The bigger challenge was resisting the urge to pull my pulsating cock out of my trousers and empty my swollen balls all over her tits. I knew I couldn't, I knew I had to focus on giving her what she wanted from this situation. But it was getting harder and harder, in both senses of the word.

Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I moved down so I was between her legs and bent forward so I could trail my tongue along her slit. She was wide open and dripping with juices. As I reached her clit, she pulled the cock out of her mouth and shouted: 

"Yes. Fucking suck my clit. Oh you bastard. Yes!"

As I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it gently, I watched her pull the man's prick deep into her throat and suck for all she was worth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a young bloke in the crowd cum into his own hand. Someone passed him a tissue to clean it up and he stood there intently watching Carrie's sex show. 

When Carrie came next, so did the man fucking her face. With a loud roar he emptied his balls into her mouth and I watched from between her legs as she swallowed it all down. It was becoming clear to me that she wasn't one of those women who have a problem with the taste of cum. Quite the opposite in fact. 

While the man moved away from Carrie's head, I noticed in the crowd around us the naked black guy who had been next to the cage. There was now no one next to the cage and it was empty. Everyone was watching us. He'd also obviously not been finished off as he was still naked and still erect.

I gestured for him to replace the other guy in Carrie's mouth and with a grin he eagerly moved to do so. She was hanging limply in the cradle but willingly accepted the new dick that slid between her sticky lips. 

I stood up and wondered what to do next. My balls were boiling and I was finding it hard to think of anything apart from pulling my dick out and giving it some relief inside the wet pussy in front of me. However, I knew she wanted other men, and to be honest I was beginning to think it might be hard to keep some of these men back. 

I looked among the crowd. There were about five other guys with their cocks sticking out in front of them. A couple of them had women, presumably their wives or girlfriends, caressing them, but the others were doing it themselves. My gaze rested on the largest one. In fact it was hard not to look at it. It belonged to a bloke of medium height and build who was in his late twenties. It looked about nine inches long and he was only just managing to wrap his hand around it. He was looking intensely at where Carrie's milky white tits were jiggling about on her chest with the movement generated from the cock ploughing in and out of her open mouth.

I caught his eye, stepped back and to her side, and gestured for him to take my place between her legs.

A couple of other blokes mumbled "You lucky fucking bastard" as he stepped forward. 

Then standing between her legs, he tugged his jeans down and said to me in a Cockney accent: "Cheers mate. You sure it's all right if I fuck her?"

Carrie heard and, in the gap when the cock was out of her mouth, replied for me: "Yes you can fuck me. Do it hard. And you'd better have a big fucking dick."

Then with a growl she started sucking on the balls of the naked man by her head. He was standing with his hands on his hips, his eyes closed and a look of bliss on his face.

As the man between her legs started wetting his dick by sliding it up and down her slit, I moved up to her head and whispered: "It's fucking huge, babe. You'll like it." 

She smiled and said: "You're fucking amazing, Nick. Could you support me for a bit. It's starting to hurt a little."

"Sure thing," I replied, and moved down to her side, placed my hands under her back and lifted her up. As I did so, someone moved forward from the crowd to help me on Carrie's other side. It was Lara, the blonde American who'd been in the cage. 

She smiled at me and said: "This ok?"

I nodded, and we both looked down to where the man between Carrie's legs had begun to inch inside her. As he slid in, the crowd gathered in closer to watch and she let out a high pitched squeal. There were about two dozen people within touching distance of the threesome.

"Oh fuck yeah," he said. "That's one nice tight cunt."

As he began sliding in and out of her, gently at first, Lara and I both dipped our heads to start sucking on Carrie's rock solid nipples. Then the blonde girl reached down to rub Carrie's clit. I watched with an aching cock as she ran her fingers over Carrie's clit, around her pussy lips and along the huge shaft that was ploughing in and out of the black-haired girl. 

Carrie was in another world at this point. She was having orgasm after orgasm as two pricks pistoned in and out of her at both ends and she hung helpless between them. Both men were grunting, and I could see several other pairs of hands starting to roam over Carrie's naked body. 

Suddenly the black guy in Carrie's mouth cried out and started cumming. Again, she held it in her mouth and swallowed every last drop. The guy in her pussy sped up, pounding in and out of her so her whole body was shaking. I glimpsed hands roaming over his chest, back and ass. There were more hands, mouths and lips pawing, sucking, and licking Carrie's body, all of them trying to get a piece of this beautiful girl. 

Carrie was loving every second, but I was starting to get worried it was getting out of hand. Someone standing next to me came on Carrie's chest, right next to where I was sucking her nipple. I jumped to avoid the stream of white cum, and watched as the large woman who'd given me the scarf moved in to lick it up. Everywhere I looked there where people crowding in to touch and see Carrie. They were in various states of undress and were not all people I fancied. It occurred to me that Carrie might not like all of these people using her body like this. She'd seemed totally up for everything so far, but that was when I was in control. I was rapidly losing control of this situation and it was starting to worry me.

Lara must have seen my concern, as she said over Carrie's writhing, bucking body, and under the noise of people moaning, grunting and swearing as they used the beautiful body hanging between them: "Want to take her somewhere more private?"

I nodded, and immediately Lara stood up: "Ok, everyone. Stand back." Everyone obeyed her immediately. "Steve, pull that monster out of the poor girl. Give her a break."

He looked angrily at Lara but obeyed. He pulled it out and stood between her legs, his nine inch cock, purple, throbbing and slick with her juices. Carrie however wasn't so pleased: "What are you doing?" She began to complain. "Nick, don't let them stop. I want more."

"And you'll have it," said Lara, untying her blindfold and straps. "We're just going to go somewhere more private."

Carrie looked like she was ready to argue, but as soon as she saw the beautiful blonde girl who was taking off her blindfold, she seemed mollified. Blinking, she looked around at the crowd, which was now dispersing, grumbling that Lara has ruined their fun. She caught sight of me and smiled at me, mouthing: "Thank you."

I smiled back and helped Steve untie Carrie's legs. 

When she was down Lara led her towards a door and Steve and I followed. I remember him looking at me and saying matter of factly: "You must be ready to bust a nut mate."

I burst out laughing and said: "You're not fucking wrong. That was seriously hot."

Once we got into the room it started to get even hotter. The room was dominated by a huge bed, big enough for eight people I guessed. Lara and Carrie immediately jumped onto the bed and began kissing each other. Steve and I stood watching while Carrie pulled off Lara's bikini to reveal her small tits, and then rapidly moved down her slender body to peel off her panties. She had a neatly shaved blonde bush, and out of the corner of my eye I could see Steve slowly stroking his long, thick shaft while he stared intently at her now completely naked body.

I tugged mine out of my trousers and with a groan started to give it some much needed manual relief. 

Lara looked at us both masturbating at the sight of two hot naked women on the bed in front of us, and said: "So are you boys going to keep playing with yourselves or are you going to get your clothes off and join us?"




One Night with Carrie



While Steve and I quickly stripped off, the girls moved into a sixty-nine position. Carrie was on top of her new blonde friend, and we had a great view of her spreading Lara's long, tanned legs, then dipping her tongue into the delicate pink folds between them. We stood there naked, while Carrie began eagerly sticking her tongue inside Lara's pussy, while looking hungrily up at where we were stroking our cocks.

She looked at Steve: "I want you back in my pussy, big boy."

He moved to the other end of the bed, and without ceremony ploughed his tool back inside Carrie. She screamed with the initial shock, then as she became accustomed to his size relaxed and returned to her task of licking and sucking Lara's clit.

I was feeling a little jealous at this point and was beginning to regret inviting Steve and his enormous cock into our group. I was transfixed by the sight of the three of them on the bed, Carrie's eyes closed, a look of ecstasy on her face as he ploughed in and out of her, changing the angle slightly every time so he touched every part of her, and beneath them both Lara, reaching up to squeeze Carrie's tits, and opening her legs to show me her increasingly wet pussy. 

My jealousy dissipated as soon as Carrie took a break from licking Lara's clit to look up at me, holding the American's pussy wide open. I took the hint and jumped onto the bed. Steve slowed down his pumping into Carrie so she could line my cock up at the entrance to Lara's hole, then I pushed forward, sliding deep into the blonde girl's pussy, sinking far into the heat and softness of a new body. 

It sounds cheesy but at that point we did all sigh deeply. It felt incredible. I was balls deep inside a beautiful blonde girl who I'd met only half an hour earlier, and inches from where our bodies were joined was the pretty face of an unbelievably gorgeous girl who was getting fucked from behind by the biggest cock I'd seen in real life.

I took one of those moments to thank Literotica for getting me into this situation.

I had a good view of where Steve's shaft was splitting Carrie in two, but I couldn't see what he was doing with it when he pulled it out, glistening with Carrie's juices. I think he was putting it in Lara's mouth but I wasn't sure. This is one of my all-time top fantasies, so I tried it, pulling my soaking wet shaft out of Lara and offering it to Carrie. Unfortunately she wasn't having it. She didn't make a big deal out of it though, just closed her eyes and turned her face away. 

I shrugged and pushed it back inside Lara's pussy. It wasn't too bad a consolation. 

We were all fucking slowly, keeping a steady pace, all revelling in the sensations coursing through our bodies. I was also trying not to cum. I could feel my balls swollen and tight to my body. They were ready to explode, but I wanted to hold back. I didn't want this experience to end. Luckily I'd already cum twice that day so I could hold back.

Steve though wasn't able to. Both girls had had about two or three orgasms already in that room and when they came together, both tensing up, their cries becoming more high pitched, he shouted that he was cumming, pulled his cock out of Carrie, and sprayed his jizz all over her back. As he did he let out a stream of swearwords, calling them dirty little fuckers, filthy fucking bitches, and fucking gorgeous cock suckers. I gritted my teeth and carried on slowly grinding in and out of Lara while I watched the white cum run down Carrie's firm asscheeks to pool on her back, and Steve angle his cock downwards, presumably for Lara to suck it clean. 

Lucky bastard I thought for a second, until Carrie moved up to kiss me on the lips, then whispered in my ear: "I want you to fuck my ass now."

I pulled out of Lara immediately, my purple prick springing up hard as a board and throbbing with the prospect of getting inside Carrie's juicy ass. 

As Carrie raised up to whisper in my ear, the cum had run down over her ass and dripped onto Lara's chest. The blonde girl was rubbing it into her golden skin with a blissed out expression on her face.

"We need some lube," said Carrie.

Lara opened her eyes: "Are you going to let him fuck your butt?" She shivered and smiled at Carrie: "You are one dirty little bitch, aren't you?"

"Do you have any?" asked Carrie insistently.

"Sure, hon. Just wait there. I'll go and get some."

She skipped out of the room and in a couple of minutes, during which Carrie and I kissed and I fondled her beautiful breasts, she returned with a tube of lube and a man.

"Here you go, hon," she said, throwing the lube at Carrie. "This is Troy, my hubby. You don't mind if he watches, do you?"

Carrie didn't answer. She was already sliding the lube all over my shaft. I was in heaven, feeling her soft hands glide over my still pulsating prick. 

When she was satisfied it was slicked up enough, she turned around and presented her asshole to me. Lara moved next to her, held her asscheeks open, and said: "Well? Don't keep the lady waiting."

Of course I didn't want to be rude, so I lined up my rigid dick at the dark puckered entrance, glanced up at where her head was hanging down, her black, now tousled, hair on the bed, and pushed forwards.

I met resistance and couldn't get inside her. If I'm honest I've not really had much experience of anal sex. I'd just done it once with a girlfriend who had done it loads before and we'd both been really drunk.

Carrie growled in frustration.

Lara said: "You need to push harder, hon. She's one hell of a lot tighter in there." 

I didn't want to hurt Carrie, but, like everyone in that club I was soon realising that it paid to do what Lara commanded. So I lined up my cock again and pushed, harder this time. 

With a pop I was inside. Just my cockhead. Her ring felt incredibly tight around me, and we both gasped at the sensation. 

"Now that's what I'm talking about," said Troy, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve was sitting propped up at the head of the bed, his limp prick resting on his thigh, his eyes intently observing my progress.

I pushed in a half inch further, then pulled back a little. 

"Oh God, that hurts," moaned Carrie.

"Stick with it, girl," said Lara. "Go on. Give her some more." She squeezed some more lube out and reached round to rub it over the five or so inches of my cock that weren't inside Carrie. 

"Now, go on. Give her some more," she said to me.

I pushed forwards again so I was buried about two inches inside her, then rocked backwards and forwards, trying to stretch her ring, to acclimatise it to my girth. She wasn't saying anything, just rolling her head from side to side and whimpering occasionally. I couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure, but it felt fucking amazing to me so I decided to carry on until she told me to stop.

Lara and Troy were either side of me, encouraging me, telling me to push further in, saying how good it looked. 

I was getting deeper and deeper inside her, and was now two thirds of the way in. It was so hot and tight, almost every inch of my shaft was being caressed by her tunnel, and it looked so dirty to see me ramming in and out of that forbidden hole. 

Eventually, after a good ten minutes like this, I bottomed out in her, my balls resting against her wet pussy lips. Lara had fished out Troy's cock and was now sucking it, while still watching us out of the corner of her eyes. Steve was back to full hardness and was gently running his fist up and down his nine inches. Carrie had stopped whimpering and was silent, so I decided to take it a step further.

I pulled all the way out, then forcefully rammed it back in. Carrie let out a huge scream then shouted at Steve: "Come here you fucking bastard!"

Like a shot he was next to her, feeding her his nine inches. 

I pulled out and rammed back in. 

"Oh Jesus," said Troy. "That looks fucking hot."

His wife carried on sucking his cock and for a few seconds the only sound was the two girls slurping greedily on the two pricks in their mouths, and me grunting as I ploughed in and out of Carrie's hot, tight ass. 

I then moved up, so my legs were either side of Carrie's, angled my dick down a bit and started hammering in and out of her asshole for all I was worth. She tried to keep sucking Steve's cock, but was soon overtaken by orgasm after orgasm, and was shouting out my name, begging me to keep fucking her ass harder and harder. 

The only way I was able to keep from cumming was by concentrating completely on the physical effort of my assault on her sphincter. Eventually though I had to slow down. I came to rest inside her, and held myself there, panting, feeling the throbbing of my cock against her walls. She stopped shouting obscenities, her breathing slowed a little and she looked round at me. 

I'd almost forgotten how pretty she was.

She smiled at me and said: "I'm so fucking happy we did this."

I reached forward to caress her cheek, my shaft still buried six inches inside her rectum. "Me too," I said, then leant forward to kiss her gently on the lips. 

"Hey, mind if I have a go?" said Troy to me.

"No," said Carrie immediately. "He's the only one I want in there. I want him to cum in there now."

I tried to hold off from cumming right away at this news. Troy looked a little deflated, then turned to his wife. "You wanna give it a go, hon?"

She shook her head. "No," but you lie down and I'll take care of you."

He smiled and lay down on the bed next to Carrie. As Lara positioned herself above his cock, holding it upright so she could slide down onto it, Carrie leaned over and kissed Troy. 

When she had slid down to the base of her husband's shaft, Lara reached over to run a hand over Carrie's milky white ass. She slapped it, leaving a red mark, and said to me: "Go on then. Lucky boy. Give her your cum."

Then she leant forward so her long blonde hair fell onto Troy hairy chest and joined him and Carrie in a three-way kiss. 

I stayed still, enjoying the sensation of my cock in Carrie's ass, and watched. 

Steve, feeling left out, started waving his cock where the three were kissing. 

"Fuck off," said Troy, moving his head away. He definitely wasn't bisexual. He lifted his wife's hips and slid out from under her, moving next to me, and lining up his prick so he could fuck his wife from behind. 

"No way I'm sucking your cock either, boy," he said to me cheerfully, before sliding deep inside the wet, pink pussy in front of him.

With Troy and I behind them, the two women shared Ste's nine inches between their mouths. At first they passed his massive shaft between their lips, then they both ran their tongues up and down it, kissing when they met at the top, and then they took turns to swap between sucking his head and licking his shaft and balls. He was running his hands through their hair and urging them on.

I paused from grinding in and out of Carrie's juicy asshole to pull out and watched it slowly close up. Then I eased my now painfully hard cock back inside. My balls were full of cum, and I was gritting my teeth, trying to prolong the moment. However, as I felt it rise up in my balls I knew it wasn't far off. I picked up the pace, pushing Carrie's pink tongue up and down Steve's shaft, and driving my cockhead deeper and deeper inside her ass.

I felt my cock swell and explode. We all came at about the same time, filling the room with cries of release. Troy was spraying his jizz all over Lara's pussy, Steve was showering both girls' faces with cum, and I was emptying my balls inside Carrie's ass. I felt spurt after spurt of cum shoot up from my tight balls, along my shaft, and spray out, splashing against the sides of her dark tunnel. I came and I came, feeling my heart pound and my head spin. With a final effort I pulled out of her and shot my last load onto the sides of her open hole. It was a beautiful sight.

We all collapsed onto the bed and lay there for a minute or two catching our breath.

Eventually, Steve got up announcing he was going to get a drink. He thanked us all, saying we should do it again some time. 

I lay there for a little while longer, watching my cum leak out of Carrie's asshole and run in streams down the back of her milky white thighs. Lara and Troy started to kiss, then he began stroking her breasts and I watched his cock grow again. Mine was limp and aching. Carrie was lying still, impassively watching the other couple. 

When he was at full mast Troy gripped his prick in his hand and said: "So, are you lovely ladies sure you don't want some good American meat inside your butts?"

Carrie groaned: "Definitely not. I'm done."

"Leave the girl alone," said Lara. "Go and get her dress from outside and I'll see if I can't find Jenny to let you fuck her ass."

Troy immediately sprang from the bed and disappeared to find Carrie's clothes. Lara got up, briefly kissing Carrie and me on the lips, and saying: "Thanks guys. That was amazing." Then, still completely naked, she sashayed out of the room.

Carrie turned to smile at me: "It was fucking amazing."

I grinned back: "You're telling me?"

She collapsed back onto the bed: "I am SO fucked."

"I couldn't get it up for anything," I said.

Troy put his head round the door, threw Carrie's clothes on the bed, said: "See you kids soon," and disappeared.

Carrie said: "I'd like to go home now."

I was ready to call it a night too. I don't think I could have got it up if I'd tried.

It was though with regret that I watched Carrie putting on her clothes. I knew that I'd never see her naked again. 

Once we were decent, we walked out into the bar. It was quieter than before, with only about half a dozen people sat at the bar. I guessed everyone was in one of the side rooms or had gone home for the night. It was nearly four in the morning after all.

A few of the people at the bar turned to look at us, and I asked Carrie if we should find Lara, Troy and Steve to say goodbye.

"No. Come on," she said. "Let's just get out of here."

It was like she'd already ended the night. In her mind she'd already left that place and gone back to her life as a normal, sensible student. 

At the front desk they offered to call us a cab as there wouldn't be any on the streets at this time, but Carrie couldn't wait to be outside. She burst through the doors into the cold night air, and set off towards the city centre. I caught up with her.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?" I said, trying to make conversation.

She nodded.

"I never knew places like that existed."

"Yeah," she said sounding bored.

"You ok?" I asked.

"Look," she said, still striding forward. "Can we not talk?"

I was a bit taken aback by her abruptness. "Ok," I said.

I must have sounded hurt, as she stopped, took a deep breath, then said: "Look, Nick. That was really brilliant. I mean, really, really brilliant. But it's over now, ok? I told you this was a one night thing and I meant it. Like I was saying earlier, my course has just ended, I've got a job in London. I'm leaving Manchester in three days. This was just a one night thing, Nick. "

"I know, I know," I said. "I just thought we could end it being friendly rather than in silence."

"I'm sorry. I just want to go home."

We both looked at the floor. It seemed incredible that less than half an hour earlier I'd been kissing her so tenderly with my cock buried deep inside her asshole. Now there seemed an ocean between us.

"Look," she said, moving forward and taking my hands in her's. "Let's just say goodnight now. You go that way and I'll go this way."

"Will you be all right walking home on your own?"

"Sure. It's nearly light anyway."

She was right. The sky was turning from black to grey and the horizon was now rimmed with the light of a new day. 

She moved closer so our bodies were touching. All around us was the stony cold air of a Mancunian dawn, but between our bodies there was warmth.

"Thanks, Nick, for tonight. It was better than I'd ever dared imagine. I'll never forget it. Or you."

She reached up on tiptoes and kissed my lips. I returned the kiss, and for a few seconds we stood there wrapped in each other's arms like lovers.

The she broke away, smiled and with a simple "Goodbye," turned and walked out of my life.

I stood there watching her fade into the distance, and remembering the night. I thought of that quick fuck in the alleyway. I pictured her tied up in the club, all those hands and mouths roaming over her naked body. I remembered her, drenched in sweat, hair tousled and a wild look in her eyes, telling me to cum inside her ass. 

She didn't look back once.

I sighed deeply, smiled to myself, and set off for home, already wondering what interesting new offers I would find my in-box.