8 comments/ 33573 views/ 0 favorites Slightest Intentions By: supahstoopid Some things happen without the slightest intention. And little did I realize what this could mean until recently. My boyfriend and I live together in semi-large city, although not a sprawling metropolis. Our relationship has always been great, including the sex. But some things happen without the slightest intention. Because my boyfriend's job always has him out of town on business, I have often sought to maintain my friendships in such a way to keep me from getting overly lonely. To put my mind off the situation, I usually go dancing with one of my girlfriends once or twice a month at some club or other. Admittedly, it's also a boost for the ego to have men hitting on me constantly while I'm there. Perfectly harmless, I always maintain. This night was such an evening, and Jenny and I had dressed to the nines. I was wearing a black sheer top, a silver mini skirt and a pair of black leather high heel 'come-hump-me' boots. Underneath, I wore a pair of satin, lavender, bikini panties. My boyfriend always loves seeing my panty-line in anything I wore, so I had a very low assortment of thongs. I decided to forego the pantyhose for fear of getting a run during the anticipated dancing of the evening. My outfit would not have fit with my boyfriend's approval, which meant it was perfect. As the evening progressed, Jenny and I danced almost constantly. Men were buying us drinks, it seemed, one after the after the other, and I relished rejecting their advances. Jenny was less standoffish and, as always, starting entertaining some of the boys between dancing. It turned out that 3 of them, Jay, Fred and Mike, were were acquaintances of Jenny's. When we were introduced, Jenny took me aside and gave me the scoop: "I've been trying to hook up with Mike so please be nice!" I nodded in understanding, and we would chat with the guys. Idle talk mostly, but I could see Jenny peddling her wares with Mike. At last call, Jenny sidled up to next to me…she had a guilty look in her eye, and I knew what she was going to ask. "Can we go to Mike's?" "You can" I said, "I'm going home." "But I'm driving" she said, in disappointment, "It'll be too late after I drop you off." I sighed as a sign of my disappointment and relenting, and we were off to Mikes place. Mikes apartment was typical male decorum of cinema posters, stressed furniture, with most of the effort put to the entertainment system. We drank and talked for a while, when Jenny and Mike excused themselves, finally putting an end the suffering we were all enduring with all the googly eyes between them. Thus the focus of attention was directed at me. I sat on the couch, and Jenny's departure left a vacancy which Fred happily filled. We talked jokingly about Jenny and Mike, alluding to what was obviously going to be a hot and heavy session of sex. "What do you think of sex?" asked Fred, somewhat devilishly. "Well," I stammered, somewhat surprised, "sex is sex, what's not to like." From here, both Jay and Fred started asking questions about sex, which seemed to get more personal with each question. In turn they would volunteer their own experience. What started with, "How do you like to be kissed?" eventually moved onto "What's your favourite position?" And when I answered (missionary), they would give theirs: "I like it doggy-style" and "Yeah me too" from the other. In the meantime, one could hear soft moans from Mike's bedroom. Between the alcohol, Jenny's moans, and the ever so subtle increase in sexually explicit conversation, I could feel my pussy getting warmer as my juices began to flow onto my panties. I knew that I should curtail the topic, but I thought it as harmless fun. "And what about sucking cock? Do you like sucking cock?" "Yeah…" I said without much hesitation. I noticed that Fred had inched so much closer and his body was pressing against mine. My pussy was on fire as I imagined a thick cock in my mouth. Just then Fred unzipped his pants and pulled out his engorged cock. He began stroking it slowly. "Do you like watching me stroke my cock?" Almost absently I put my hand on his cock, and continued what he started. He moaned in approval, "Good girl" he said. Jay was rubbing his cock through his pants not sure of his next move. Fred's hand found it's way between my thighs on to the wet gusset of my silky panties. "Holy fuck…you're wet!" he exclaimed as I pushed slightly against his probing fingers, biting my lower lip. "So are you" I noted has his precum began lubricating his cock, shining in the soft light that lit the room. By now, my skirt had hike up my waist, exposing the lower part of my panties for anyone to see. Jay stared hungrily at my panty clad pussy, which was being busily rubbed by Freds fingers. Seeing Jay sit there, knowing what he wanted, and that I was making him feel that way was having an almost narcotic effect on me. Instead of being shy, I did my best to tease the naughty voyeur, moving my hips seductively in rhythm with Fred's hand, stroking Fred's cock, I began to half moan, half say "Oh your hot cock feels so nice—" looking directly at Jay. Jay began unzipping his pants and pulled out his cock, and began stroking it, never taking his eyes off the spectacle unfolding before him. Fred then stopped his motions, and stood up, urging me to come with him. Jay's look was one of utter disappointment, and I stopped and asked, "All of us?" Jay appeared almost semi-shocked but needed no prodding. He stood up waiting to follow. We all went to the guest bedroom where Fred proceeded to strip off his clothes. Mutely, I began to follow suit, but then Fred said, "No…just the top." I complied, as I felt Jay fondling with my ass and pussy from behind, hiking up my skirt in the process. My panties were visibly soaked, as I noted as I saw myself in a large standup mirror on the wall. When I saw myself, I couldn't believe what I was doing. But, at the same time, as I saw myself, topless, skirt hiked to my waist, my soaked panties being rubbed from behind, Jay's fingers occasionally caressing my gusset, a pair of long leather boots, I somehow felt hot, powerful, in control. I turned around and kneeled down in front of Jay and began sucking on his neglected tool. "Oooh that's it baby…suck my cock." "Yeah…" I said slightly, between licks, sucks and kisses, "…cock." I kissed and licked head of Jay's cock, rubbing his precum on my lips. Jay placed his hands on my head moving it to and fro to his liking. Sometimes his cock would pop out of my mouth and glide along the side of my face, and he'd moan in pleasure, leaving a shiny path of precum and saliva along the side of my face, as the smell of sex wafted pleasureably into the air. "Fuck…" he moaned, "I gotta' put my cock inside you." Wordlessly, I got up and approached the bed, where Fred was madly stroking his member. I crawled on the bed and swallowed his cock sticking my ass and pussy in the air waiting for cock. Wanting cock. Hoping for cock. But it didn't come. At least not right away, as Jay left the room for some reason. Fred said "Get that ass up here…" and I rotated with my mouth around his cock, so that I he could rub my ass and pussy. But it wasn't enough and I shifted to take off my panties, and then straddled Fred's cock. His cock slid easily past my pussy lips deep inside me. I slowly began to grind on Fred's cock, relishing the attention my pussy was getting. I leaned forward and began licking Fred's neck like a kitten at a saucer of milk. Fred was groaning in pleasure, and began telling me tell him how big his cock was. "Fuck..your fucking cock is so big…I want it in my pussy forever." Jay was just reentering the room when Fred began cumming inside me. Jay had a bottle of something in his hand and was naked from the waist down. I rolled over as Fred's cum coated his cock and dripped from slit. Undeterred, Jay walked over and began fucking my mouth. I felt like a slut and wanted to be fucked like one. Jay took the bottle in his hand and squirted its contents onto my chest and stomach, some of it getting onto my skirt. "Take off your boots and skirt, you fucking slut." I didn't hesitate, and paused to take off my apparel. He commanded me to get onto my hands and knees and I obliged. He squirt another gob of oil onto my ass and back, as some of it dripped down my asshole and onto my pussy. I was excited at whatever was going to come next. Jay pushed up against me from behind, and his cock nested itself between my asscheeks. "Now tell me" Jay said, "who do you want to fuck you?" "You…" I replied, "Please fuck me, fuck me with your big cock." Jay began stroking his cock between my oiled up asscheeks, "When your boyfriend's fucking you…who do you wish was fucking you like a slut?" He continued his motions, "Who?" "You….I think of you and your cock inside me." "Good girl." He said, and he slowly started fucking my used pussy, "Now keep going…" he place his hands on either of my buttocks and began pumping my pussy with more force. "I want fuck and suck your cock, Jay…I want your cum on my tits and then in my pussy…I want to be your fuck slut" he fucked me harder in approval. "You can assfuck me and I'll suck your cock clean…just fuck me." This display had an obvious effect on Fred who was now fully erect again, and positioned his cock in front of my face. Without any urging I sucked on it hungrily. "Oh fuck…" said Jay, "you really are fucking little slut" he said upon witnessing this, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, his hips bucking against my ass. Fred's cock had sealed the deal, and I was on the verge of cumming. When Jay began shooting his hot cum into my belly I lost it, moaning on the thick cock in my mouth, as a came all over Jay's cock. I collapsed on the bed, physically and emotionally exhausted. I laid on the bed on my side, cum oozing from my pussy and coating my mouth. Jay, laid down on the bed for a minute and began dressing. Wordlessly, he left the room. Fred, with his second wind and unsatisfied, spooned up behind me and without hesitation pushed his slick cock inside my swollen pussy, using me like a fuck-doll. After a minute or two, I regained my energies and took his cock and guided to my asshole. After some patience by both of us, his cock was buried deep inside my ass. I wondered what I looked like laying there getting my ass fucked, and it turned me on. Until this stud fucked my ass and shot another load of his cum inside me, I was going to be the fuckslut they made me out to be. And maybe next time I would too. Slightest Intentions Ch. 02 Foreword: This is a continuation of my first story "Slightest Intentions;" although I had always intended on continuing the saga, as it were, I had some critique over the brevity of the first installment of this story. I tried to draw things out a bit more on this effort, but I hope I didn't degrade the story to tedium. Nevertheless, it is highly recommended you read the first installment of "Slightest Intentions" to apprise yourself of the backdrop to this second installment. Since many good stories occur in trilogies, I intend on doing a final installment: Your input and comments are appreciated, and may find their way into the conclusion if seems fit. ENJOY! * * * * * I was in a state of emotional disarray. I had not only just finished cheating with my boyfriend, but I had just been fucked by two guys simultaneously. I barely recognized myself. The following weeks were a mixture of guilt and fear. But what perplexed me more was the nagging knowledge of how much I enjoyed it. Whenever my boyfriend fucked me, I imagined another man's cock in my pussy, as I would suck on his fingers imagining it was yet another man's musky cock in my mouth. My boyfriend didn't seem to mind, as he noticed a carnal reawakening in our sex lives. I wondered, with anticipation, what effect this really had on me, on us...on everything. One day, my boyfriend shocked me when he asked, "Who are Fred and Jay?" "Uuh..whaaaat" I stammered, completely and utterly confused, as a shockwave rumbled through me, making me feel weak kneed: had I been caught? "They're on the answering machine...well one of 'em anyway...boyfriends of yours?" he said jokingly, not realizing that these were the guys who treated me like a fuckslut, filling me on both ends with cock, and unleashing their hot cum inside me. "Uhh..they're just some guys at work. They probably need me to hold their hands—you can't find good help nowadays." "Tell me about it" my boyfriend agreed and left the room to attend to some matter or another. I raced to the answering machine and played the message: "Uh...hi, it's Fred...and Jay's here too, we just umm..needed to find something out...just call us back...555-1352. Thanks." That was it. Totally innocuous yet full of connotation. I wouldn't dare call them back. It was done with. In the past. A one time deal. Besides, I couldn't open a dialogue with these guys. But I couldn't have them calling my home. I needed to make them aware of that...but it would have to wait. My boyfriend was going on another trip soon. That would be a good time sort this out, and put this whole matter to rest. Yet with this fresh reminder I noticed my pussy was tingling. I went to the other room and seduced my boyfriend, again imagining I was being fucked by several men, as I relished in the thought of cock and cum as I sunk into the ecstasy of it all. A week and a half later, my boyfriend was taking off again, and almost as soon as he was out the door, I decided to take care of business. The matter had been haunting me since I heard the phone message all those days ago. I dialed the number, apprehensively...perhaps excited. A voice answered, I could tell it was Fred. He was both surprised and pleased that I called, and we struck up some idle chatter. There was no hint at what had transpired that evening weeks ago. "So what was it you wanted?" I asked, hoping to segue eventually into terminating all contact with these fellows. "Well, lucky you called, because we're having party tonight. We've rented a hot tub and we're inviting everyone we know. We thought you might want to come?" "Well...I don't know" I said, now was the time to sever all ties. 'Just do it' I thought to myself, 'Just say that you don't want to have anything to do with them—' "...Um okay" to my own dismay; what was I thinking? He gave me directions to their place. I was slightly confused at my own feelings. What was it I was hoping to achieve? I rationalized that maybe if I normalized my relationship with these people it would make that evening nothing more than an aberration...an anomaly of sorts. These were just regular folks after all, who had jobs, ate and slept like anyone. There were no victims and there were no laws broken. The thought of this made me feel slightly more resolved in the matter, and I began looking forward to an evening of chatting, drinking and hot tubbing. I found my blue string bikini and put it on under my clothes, and packed some undergarments to change into afterwards. I was told the party was to start at 7:00, so I planned for a 9:00 arrival. When I parked the car, there were a conspicuously low number of vehicles in the driveway. Only 2 in fact. I thought this odd, but gave it no more thought as I approached the door. I knocked and Jay answered the door. "Hi" he said, "C'mon in." I entered. Music was playing in the background, and some conversation could be heard from the other room. So the party was on. Jay escorted me to the living room, where there sat 3 guys: Fred and Mike I already knew, but the last one I'd never met before. He introduced himself as Sam. But I wondered where everyone else was at. I figured they must be in the hot tub, wherever that may be. "So, where's the hot tub?" I asked, finally giving into my curiosity. "Uh...well, we couldn't get it" said Jay, "We kind of looked into a bit late. Apparently you can't get those things at the last minute." Everyone nodded in half-assed agreement, and with apparent disappointment. Everyone was wearing their swimming trunks in anticipation for such a—now unrealized—eventuality. "So...then, what's going on?" I queried. "Well, we're just going to listen to some tunes, have a few drinks, and make a party of it anyway" said Fred, "You game?" I was disappointed at this change of events, but the thought of going home after anticipating an evening of fun didn't appeal to me either. After thinking on it, I said "Sure. Why not?" We played some cards, had some drinks, as the boys caroused at each others' expense. After several hours, I had my fill and decided that it was time to go home. "Wait a minute...wait a minute" said Fred "You can't go now. We haven't started the entertainment yet." "I'll pass thank you." "No...just give us...10, no 20 minutes." "20 minutes?" I said. "20 minutes" he confirmed. I complied. What was 20 minutes? Fred led me downstairs to the rec room. There, he sat me down on the couch. Mike, Jay and Sam soon followed. Fred and Mike sat on either side of me on the couch. Sam sat on a recliner nearby, and Jay went to the TV. He popped in a tape and pressed a few buttons. There was a strange hush in the room, as if some terrible news had just been broadcast. A picture flashed onto the screen. At first it wouldn't register, until I realized that it was an image of us sitting on the couch just as we were, myself between Fred and Mike. I peered at the screen perplexed for a moment, suddenly realizing it was a live feed from the camera that stood on a tripod just next to the television. "Well, that's not so interesting" I said, laconically. "Aww c'mon" said Fred, smiling sheepishly "don't be so coy." I looked at him as if he were deranged, "What on earth are you talking about?" There was no response, just an embarrassed look on all of their faces, as if they had all been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. But then I noticed something; from all of their swimming trunks one could clearly see the bulging outlines of their stiffening cocks. It dawned on me like a wave of hot air to what exactly they were referring. I grew suddenly flush and slightly faint, surrealism washing over me. The gall and temerity in conjunction with the sheer lasciviousness of their proposal was nothing less than a shock to the system. Yet how could I be so naïve? The events that had transpired only weeks ago had been haunting me relentlessly. Even at that moment I felt those unrequited desires returning to the fore. The initial shock of seeing these boys' hard cocks protruding from the front of their shorts had dissolved and vivid thoughts of numerous cocks fucking me simultaneously had taken their place. Specifically, these cocks in front of me, beside me. The silence that had taken hold of all of us hung like in the air like a bad rumour. Everyone uncertain of what was to take place next. I glanced over at the television, at myself, sitting there with my tight jeans, and tank top showing my midriff. My breasts swelling in my bikini top underneath. My pussy getting warmer, wetter, ever more present. The ball was in my court—what was I to do? The boys shifted in their seats, adjusting to accommodate their stiffening cocks. I decided to make my move. Standing up I feigned ignorance to what had just transpired, and bemoaned: "It's hot in here don't you find?" I stripped off my tank top revealing my bikini covered tits. My nipples protruded through its blue fabric. The boys looked up at me from their seats, then at each other, then with obvious contained glee, back at me. I proceeded to turn around, undo my jeans, and arched my back, sticking my ass in their direction, and wiggled daintily out of my jeans. My bikini bottom was riding partly up my ass, and Sam, who was closest, reached out and touched my ass, reveling in its smoothness. In the meantime, the rest of the boys had pulled out their cocks over the elastic of their shorts and were stroking them enthusiastically. The scene was intoxicating as these 4 guys were getting off on me and me alone. At that moment I just wanted cock. I wanted a cock in my mouth; I wanted a cock in my ass; I wanted a cock in my cunt; I wanted a cock cumming in me, on me, drenching me and filling me. I moved to Fred and got on my knees, moved between his legs and hungrily took his cock into my wanting mouth. The familiar musky, salty taste was like an old friend. He moaned in approval while Jay urged me on: "That's it, fucking slut, take it." "Mmmm..." I moaned with Freds cock jutting into my left cheek and filling it so all could see. "Holy fuck, man" I could hear Sam say, "she is a slut!" The other three boys pulled down their pants and stood around me. Fred continued to express his pleasure as I spoiled his cock with attention. "Now suck our cocks like you want to, you little cocktease" commanded Jay. Obediently, I turned away from Fred's cock, which now glistened with my saliva and his precum. Greedily I began kissing, and sucking Mike's, Jay's and Sam's cocks. In succession they greeted each bout of attention with a moan or 'Yeah.' Their collective manhoods dangled in front of my face in want, as I did my best to satisfy each. I could sense I that I was succeeding, for when I stopped sucking on one guys' cock in lieu of another, he would push his cock against the side of my face smearing his precum on it. Occassionally, I would urge them on by saying "Gimme it" or just "Cock." Often, strings of precum were dangling from my lips to the cock that I had just sucked, eventually detaching and settling on my lips, chin, occasionally dripping onto my cleavage. Soon, my face was gleaming with precum. As this progressed, Fred circled us with the camera, while the boys urged me on: "Suck my cock, slut;" "That's it, whore;" "You've been a bad girl—suck Daddy's cock;" "You can't get enough cock;" and "You want to be fucked, don't you fuckslut?" To this last comment, I always moaned in affirmation. I did want to be fucked, and I wanted to be fucked by numerous cocks. So much so, that it was beginning to become an obsession. I needed to be satisfied. I ceased what I was doing and turned around. Supporting my upper body on the couch, I stuck my bikini covered ass and pussy into the air. My bikini was now riding up my ass-crack deeper than before. I arched my back to accentuate myself, pulling my knees together, as if hoping my scent alone would drive these boys into a fucking frenzy. "Oh my god" said Sam, and I could hear him approaching from behind, "she is fucking horny. Her bikini is soaked" taking a closer look at an obvious wet spot that had developed on my bikini gusset, made only more obvious as I stuck my cunt out inviting as much cock as they could provide. I sensed Sam was about to do just that when suddenly Jay said: "Hold on. If this bitch was us to fuck her, she's going to have to beg for it." "Yeah" said Fred excitedly. He had just done a panoramic close-up of me in my 'Come-fuck-me' pose, and was reattaching the camera to the tripod. I had started rotating my hips in anticipation, and as a final enticement, pulled my bikini bottom down so that it fell between my knees. My pussy and ass were now exposed for the purview of my would be ravagers. "Look at that nice glistening pussy" said Mike, "nice and shaved. I'm gonna' bury my cock in there and fuck you like you need to be fucked, slut!" I whimpered in anticipation, hoping that he would. But he stood pat. "You're already a hotter fucking slut than your slut friend Jenny" he continued, "I put my cock in her ass and made her suck it clean. Then I doggy fucked her and came in her tight pussy. I wasn't going to but she begged me to, she said, 'Put your seed inside me; I want your cum inside me!' Now that was a hot fuck. I pumped her pussy until I was drained. Then I made her lick and suck on it afterwards while my cum dripped out her pussy, while she murmured over and over 'I'm your slut:' Now tell something, do you think you can do better than that?" I nodded and made a noise: "Mmmhmmm...." I wanted to try so badly. Mike continued, "Then what are you waiting for? I need an invitation." "Mike" I said, in an almost whiny teenager voice, "will you please fill me with your cock. I want your seed in me too. I can fuck you better than that Jenny. I'll fuck all of you. I need your gorgeous cocks inside me. I've wanted to fuck you all for weeks now. I could only imagine Fred's big cock was filling me whenever my boyfriend fucked me. Please fuck me again...I need it...I need all your cocks." That was all the urging they needed, as Mike mounted me roughly from behind, and with little hesitation, plunged his cock into my dripping pussy. With one hand on my waist and he grabbed my hair, pulling lightly on it. "Fucking cocktease" he said, as he roughly exited and entered me again and again. My whole body shook to force of it, and it was exactly what I had wanted. Between gasps I urged him on: "Yeah...Mike...you're cock...is so fucking big...I'm your slut." The other boys were rubbing me all over, taking off my bikini top and rubbing my tits, which dangled and swayed in the rhythm of the fucking I was taking from Mike. Sam had taken to rubbing the crack of my ass and probing the rim of my asshole, and I knew he was going to be assfucking me soon, and the thought of it made me feel hornier and sluttier. Fred had positioned himself in the remaining space on the couch and strategically mounted his cock near my face. I needed no hints, as I needed a cock in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed it, but sometimes Mike's fucking felt so good, I lost concentration in that task, at which time Fred would remind me be directing his cock against my lips. Impatiently, Jay and Sam soon began stroking their cocks, kneeling on either side of me. Mike had slowed down his pace, and was fucking me slower now, occasionally taking out his juice-coated cock and rubbing it along the crack of my ass. Finally, he relented to allow one of his friends in on the action. Sam was quick to the draw and was soon directing his cock toward my ass. "You have such sweet ass, girl..." he said, almost in a hushed voice, "I'm gonna' fill it with my cock." Sam stuck his cock in my pussy for lubrication and then forced his cock-head ever so slightly into my ass. He did this several times and each time found his way more and more into my asshole. Occasionally he would slap my ass, and say "Fucking slut...take it." Finally, he was in, as my ass was filled with his man meat. I moaned in mingled pain and pleasure, Fred's cock rubbing my face again, reminding me of my duties. Sam began fucking my ass slowly and deliberately, moaning loudly sometime saying "Fuck..." often putting his hands on my hourglass waist and rubbing back until the settled on my buttocks. "You're so fucking hot" he said, and then without warning pulled his cock out of my tight little ass and began cumming over my asscheeks and asscrack, but not before one jet of cum shot into my asshole. Sam convulsed and with his free hand inadvertently smeared some of his cum over my left asscheek. The remainder dripped down my ass and lightly frosted my moistened pussy. Jay who was still stroking his member, could no longer control himself as the spectacle in front of him unfolded. He began cumming, as I looked back and saw his cum jet from his cockhead, where it landed onto the arch of my back, just inches from where Sam's hot cum had just unloaded. An obvious look of disappointment arose on Jay's face, but I was only turned on by this eventuality, as I now sat on all fours, Fred's cock probing my face, and the cum of two men I barely knew smeared and dashed over the small of my back and my round ass, Sam's single shot of cum now hotly leaking from my asshole; a testament of the fucking I was getting, and which was not yet over. Mike stepping to and fro with a camera in his hand, catching every lascivious moment, every inch of cock entering my body and my eagerness pushing inexorably toward each cock that did so, so I could get it deeper, harder, hotter, engulfing every inch trying to make it into mile. I was exactly whom they portrayed me as: a slut, a fuckslut, a whore, who couldn't get enough cock inside of her, enough cum on top of her, enough cum on her face, or dripping viscously from her assfucked body onto her previously cock-filled cunt. All of this was not lost on me, and taking Fred's cock into my mouth once more, I began to cum, shrieking at the pleasure of it, muted only by Fred's cock, which was once again nestled in one of cheeks. I collapsed on the ground from exhaustion. Mike continued his cinematic endeavours, and for the first time I could see the television. Mike zoomed in on my cum covered ass, and zoomed out to show lying there, shiny from sweat. Mike gave commentary on the unfolding events: "The making of a slut; she came here for a hot tub party, but really wanted to be fucked. Well, she got it, folks." I barely heard what Mike said. I concentrated on the image on the television. My cum covered pussy and ass, my naked body, my glistening sweat. It aroused me, or rather, I never stopped being aroused. I got up and sat on the couch. I was not yet done. I had yet to prove to Mike that I was his slut, not Jenny. I threw myself onto Mike's cock and began making love to it. Mike let out a short laugh at my enthusiasm, but was soon overcome by the pleasure of it. I looked up at him with my innocent eyes, as I sucked his yummy cock. He filmed my point-of-view blow job. "You need my cock, don't you babe." My continued cocksucking was tacit agreement of this. Fred had pressed himself behind me and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my back, the sticky cum of Sam and Jay making it slippery between us. Mike handed Jay the camera and lie down on his back so I could stick my pussy in the air for Fred's access. Fred obliged and slowly entered my body with his thick cock, as I sucked Mikes hot meat like a good little girl. From this position I could clearly see myself on the television, and what I saw turned me on: The muscles from Fred's body shifted and moved has he fucked my pussy. His hands were on my waist for leverage so he could bury his cock as deep as he could. The look on his face as he fucked me was one of concentration and ecstasy. Mike's was using his elbows as leverage to lift his waist to fuck my face. But what turned me on most was myself, watching these two fuckstuds fill me with the cock I so much desired. My tits swaying and rubbing Mikes legs, me pushing against Fred's thrusts with my cum covered ass against his stomach, my back arched and legs bent impossibly to expose my pussy as much as I could. My muscles too were shifting to accommodate Fred's fucking motions, and to maximize Mikes experience as I sucked and kissed his cock. Slightest Intentions Ch. 02 "Fuck me...fuck me all the time" I gasped, "I want to taste your cum" looking back at Fred. Fred, on the brink, stopped what he was doing, and slid his cock out of my pussy. Mike needing no extra clues took this as his cue. Grabbing my forearm, he led me to the couch. "Get on your back, and spread your legs" he commanded, "Now it's time to prove yourself." I leaned obliquely onto the couch so it could support my weight, my left leg resting on the ground, the other bent and on the couch. I exposed my pussy to Mike, awaiting his approval. He looked down on me and said: "You little slut. Admit it: you wanted my cock on the very first night. You were jealous." "Yes Mike, I wanted you. I wanted it to be me who was getting fucked by you that night." "What does that make you?" "A dirty slut. I wanted your cock inside me all the time." Mike grabbed my left leg and propped it over his shoulder. Wordlessly, he plunged his man meat deep inside me. I gasped in surprise and satisfaction. "You have a nice fucking pussy; it looks good getting fucked by a cock." "Mmmhmm..." I agreed, looking at the television, where Jay was zooming in, where I could see Mikes cock entering me, and pulling out, entering me again...whenever he slid his cock out it gleamed as it was covered in my pussy juices. Occasionally, Mike would pull out his cock and rub it against my clit and pussy, whereupon I would gasp in pleasure, only to slide into me once again. My view was suddenly obstructed by Fred's throbbing member, as he kneeled next to my face, and which I took in my hand and began sucking like peppermint stick. The whole experience was mind numbing. Mike continued his dirty talk. "Who's my little fuckslut?" "I am...I'm you're fuckslut, Mike. Fuck me whenever you want and cum on me, cum inside me. Whatever you want." "You want me to pump my seed inside you?" "Yes, Mike, pump your seed inside me...I want your fuckseed in me...in my body." "How much do you want it?" "I want you to cum in my belly. I want your babies...please come inside my hot little pussy, so I can feel your cum inside me for hours." I was completely enslaved by the thought of it. All this talk was obviously too much for Fred who as enjoying my ministrations in between it all. As I finished my last sentence a blast of hot cum shot across my cheeks and into my mouth, then another on my cheek and hair, and still another across my lips. At this, Mike announced: "I'm gonna' cum....take my fucking seed, fuckslut" Mike roared as he launched his cum deep inside my belly, and I squirmed on his cock, wanting every drop of it, wanting this stranger's cum inside me to consecrate my pussy with his manhood. Time slowed for those moments, as I felt myself quivering to the thought of the scene now taking place, and finally cumming all over this man's turgid cock in affirmation, as my fuck juices mingled with Mikes hot cum inside my truly fucked body, which at that moment felt like the only purpose I had. A strange quiet overtook the room once all the fucking, and cumming, and lusting had run its course. I lay there, naked, on my back, Fred's cum still swathed on my face and lips, the smell of sex in the air as salient as the smell of cum wafting from Fred's man-juice on my lips. The irony of the situation not lost on me, as I remembered that I came here to put matters right over the last time I was fucked by Fred and Jay, only to end up fucked by even more men, and this time, for posterity, it was taped. The boys quietly left the room, leaving me there in my state. After ten or so minutes, Jay returned with a blanket, and told me I could crash if I liked. Without a word I took the blanket and lay down. As I dozed off, I could feel Mikes cum oozing from my tingling pussy, reminding me how well fucked I had just been, and with a mingled feeling of satiety, shame, and fear of what was to be, I fell soundly asleep, the smell of cum lingering oh so close to me and my dreams. Fin. Slightest Intentions Ch. 03 My silky panties were being rubbed by his probing fingers. He rubbed my ass, wedging them between my buttcheeks, while kissing me desirously. His erect cock pushed through the fabric of his trousers and into the bone of my hip. I pushed back against his fingers and began rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling the long hard extents as it seemed to burn through his pants. I worked my hand to his belt and undid it, as I proceeded to unzip his pants. I worked my hand into his boxers and pulled out his veiny cock. His musky scent seemed to instantly waft into the air around us. I got down on my knees and engulfed his member with my mouth as he loud out a loud, satisfying groan. It was almost too easy... I had reached a point where enough was enough. Two months ago I had crossed a line that I thought I never would by cheating on my boyfriend. It was not only an act of infidelity; it was also an act of pure lust, as I let two men fuck me at the same time, filling me with cum, as I urged them on; their names were Jay and Fred. In an effort to set things right I went to one of the guys' houses and found myself being gangbanged by four guys—Jay, Fred, Mike and Sam--as I begged for them to fuck me, cum on me, cum inside me, use me as they saw fit, while they taped the entire escapade for their own amusement. And in this latter encounter have I been pushed to the limit. Almost predictably, I received a copy of the tape in the mail one week after the incident, with a letter containing a simple message: "We'll be in touch." Soon thereafter I was to have a meeting with one of the guys, Mike, at a downtown restaurant. He outlined the situation and clearly laid out the intentions of the group. "It's quite simple" he said, "we have urges, and you fulfill them." He looked at me as he sipped his coffee, gauging my reaction. "And if I choose not to?" "You didn't seem so apprehensive a week ago." My face burned in understanding—he was right; I had literally begged him to cum inside my pussy telling him I wanted to have his baby, for Christ's sake. But that was in the throes of excited, unbridled, passion and even depravity. We were all party to it, but apparently my role came with strings attached. He continued, "But, if you don't..umm...cooperate, the uhh...'evidence,' will find its way into your boyfriends hands, onto the internet, to your workplace—wherever we can think of." His colloquial use of 'the evidence' would have been laughable if it wasn't so pernicious. I stared at him blankly. It was not an unexpected proposal, as I had figured their intentions as soon as I received the tape in the mail. But part of me had hoped it was only a joke in poor taste. What was worse is that I knew that my careless and promiscuous behaviour had levied this upon myself; what did I think they would do with that tape? Burn it? "What if I give you money?" I proposed, now visibly perturbed, I'm sure. I was incredulous at his response: "But that would be extortion?" "What do you think THIS is!!?" I exhorted, in a sharp whisper. "Certainly not!" he barked, as if I were the one insulting him. I fell silent sensing that reason was futile—brains and braun are, in some people, mutually exclusive. "So how is this all to be done?" I asked, looking askance. "Well, we can discuss that in transit" he replied and stood up waiting for me to follow. While driving in the car he outlined the situation: "Essentially, you'll be on a sort of 'call'. There are four of us, so I'm sure conflict will arise from time to time. Being overly conspicuous to your boyfriend would do us no good either so all of this may come into play..." He talked at length at how I was to essentially be at the beck and call of these four guys' libidos. It was all very well articulated and very well thought out. Very premeditated. Yet I was resigned to it for the time being. My behaviour in the past weeks was nothing if not near unbelievable and the semblance of guilt that I felt made me feel as though I deserved such an eventuality. As if to ratify the 'agreement,' Mike pulled the car over into a parking lot and undid his pants, freeing an engorged cock. I looked at him briefly, pulled my hair back, and swallowed it, tasting its saltiness. He moaned approvingly as I licked and sucked its tip, as his hand reached out to rub my jean covered ass. It wasn't long before his member began to throb in my mouth, and his left hand pushed the back of my head so that he fucked my mouth according to his desired pace. Shortly thereafter he let out a loud moan and jets of hot cum filled my mouth, as I swallowed his seed. After we were finished he started the car and brought me back to the restaurant where we met. We exchanged no words until I stepped out of the car when Mike said, cryptically, "We'll be in touch." For the weeks that followed they were indeed "in touch." Jay and Fred were the first to take advantage of the 'arrangement.' I stipulated that we meet a motel of my choice and would only check in together: I devised this as a deterrent to more incriminating tapes being produced. When we entered our room all pleasantries were put aside. When they called they instructed me to wear a tight top and short skirt with a thong underneath, and I complied. Fred's hand immediately reached beneath my skirt as if to test this. I looked back at him and his smiled and nodded in approval. Jay shut the door and almost immediately began undressing. Fred followed suit, and in moments both were stripped down to their boxer-briefs. Their excitement was not well concealed as the outline of Freds erect cock pushed the front of his shorts upward, while Jays semi-erect—and growing—member poked the front of his shorts like the nose of a plane. The moment was absurd. There I was being coerced into having sex with these men. A prospect that was morally reprehensible, yet there I was ironically trying to save the only relationship that meant something to me in my life by betraying the very threads that were supposed to hold it together. I was disgusted with myself as I was at the four guys who were blackmailing me. We were a fitting group: four jerks and a slut. And the only thing I could think of to cope with this realization—at least for the time being—was to accept it. The mild fear and disgust was mingled with jolts of excitement. I had two men standing in front of me with hard cocks who were going to have their way with me. Jay walked up to me, put his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him. I felt his hardness jutting against my midriff as he tried to kiss my mouth. I turned my head away. Jay looked at me with peculiarity, "We'll cure you of that" he said, wryly, and reached around to pull down the zipper on my skirt, which he easily managed. Fred walked to the bed and pulled his shorts down around his thighs and began to slowly stroke himself. Jay pulled my skirt to the floor and put a finger over the front of my panties; a nylon, blue thong with a low-cut. "Crawl on the bed and suck him off" Jay whispered into my ear. I turned around, stepped out of my skirt and crawled toward Fred. Fred stopped stroking himself upon seeing me approach and I could see his cock-head already glistening with his juices. As I approached I grabbed the base of his shaft and gingerly licked the tip its head. Fred sighed in relief and thrust his hips toward my mouth, inserting his cock past my moistened lips. I was still apprehensive but determined to try to finish this as soon as possible, and started stroking his cock while simultaneously sucking it. The bed shift slightly as I could feel Jay moving onto the bed from behind me. Fred's cock popped out of my mouth as a bent my neck to see what Jay was doing, but I was blind to his intentions while Fred's wet cock pressed against my left cheek. I resumed sucking on Fred's meat as one of Jay's hands rest on the small of my back. Suddenly, I felt his tongue along the crack of my ass, over the fabric of my g-string. I gasped in surprise, once again looking back, Fred's cock smearing a mixture of precum and saliva on my cheek once more. I kept looking back as Jay continued to lick the gusset of my panties, then back between my buttcheeks, poking his tongue under my g-string to quickly rim my asshole. Jay's ministrations were having an unanticipated effect. I soon found myself pushing against his tongue. My inhibitions were dissipating and being replaced by a desire to continue with what Jay was doing. My panties were not only soaked with Jay's saliva but soon my pussy was contributing juices of their own. Jay was obviously aware of this as soon he focused on my gusset, surely tasting my pussy through the soaked fabric. My legs, which were once close together, were now spread to provide easier access, and I found myself undulating from time to time, and moaning. The smell of Fred's cock permeated the air near my face, and what seemed like a chore minutes ago, now seemed like a tasty morsel. I swallowed Fred once again and began sucking with enthusiasm, moaning with a mouth full of cock. Jay continued to lick and suck around my panties for several minutes when a sudden pause in the action and some shifting on the bed began to occur, and Jay was soon kneeling behind me and pulling my thong to one side of my ass. Jay began rubbing his cock between my moistened asscheeks, slickening his member. Wordlessly, he inserted his cock into my wet pussy, giving out a small grunt as he did so. He began fucking my pussy slowly at first, coating his cock with my treacle, back and forth, pulling out so only his tip was inside me then burying his rod deep inside me. I wanted him to fuck me harder and swiveled my ass and hips around his cock, and in response Jay rammed his manhood deep inside me making me gasp, making Fred's cock to once again pop out of my mouth, this time smearing my lips and chin with juices and saliva. Jay fucked me harder, and I was absorbed in his actions until he paused, his cock throbbing inside me, signaling that he was close to the brink, but obviously wanting to prolong the sex now unfolding. Realizing Fred's cock was neglected as I focused on being fucked from behind, I began stroking Fred's cock. Jay pulled out to regain his composure, and I moved up over Fred until my pussy and panties—which were now rolled to one side of my cunt—were hovering over his cock. With my right hand holding his shaft I guided his tool inside the walls of pussy. Fred pushed my top over my breasts and fondled them as I began to rhythmically bounce on his cock, bearing down on him occasionally to get penetrated as deeply as possible. Having regained his composure, Jay put his hands on my ass and would push down as if to help me maximize the amount of cock I could get inside me, obviously enjoying watching me fuck his friend. "Fuck yeah...take it deep" he said as if in awe, taking time to fondle my ass, spreading around various fluids that had mingled during the proceedings. In my sexual ecstasy I began to lick the air while moaning and whimpering, my pussy tingling, hot, wet, swollen and full of cock. Jay moved toward me and offered up his tongue, which I took into my mouth as if it were his cock, tasting my juices on his lips as it mixed with precum that had slathered mine. This frenzied scene continued for about half a minute, when Jay pulled back, smiled and said: "I told you we'd cure you of that" referring to my apprehension to kissing him earlier. He stood up on the bed, as my eyes followed his. I wondered fleetingly how I must look. I had heard that during sex, a woman's lips become slightly engorged, giving a pouty appearance, while the pupils dilate. There I was with my pouty lips, looking up desirously at Jay, bouncing on another man's cock, a glow of perspiration on my face and pussy and man-juice coating and glistening on my lips. No verbal communication was necessary as I waited for Jay to offer his cock to me, and when he moved close enough he pointed it to my mouth and I was soon being fucking on both ends. It was seemingly endless; no words were spoken and all that could be heard were moans, whimpers (me), grunts, and the unmistakable sounds of fucking and sucking. But it did end, and Jay pulled back from my lips, apparently with different plans. Fred maintained his position, a look of sheer ecstasy on his face; I could tell he didn't have much stamina left. Jay positioned himself behind me and began rubbing his cock against my asshole. I liked how that felt so I slowed down my rhythm to a slow shifting to make it easier for him. The excitement in the air was unmistakable. Jays cock rubbing against my ass hinted at something that I'm sure none of us had ever tried. I could tell Jay was gauging my reaction, unsure himself what he was going to do next. He continued rubbing and softly poking my rear with his cockhead, which had been fucked and sucked enough that precum was trickling almost freely from it, and being transferred to my ass almost copiously. Finally, upon one of the soft pokes, his cocktip stuck lightly, but snugly, on the threshold of my anus. Almost automatically I wriggled against his cock. Jay wriggled in response and slowly entered my ass. My mouth dropped open as I gasped. The head of Jay's cock was now inside me. Fred began fucking motions with his hips in the absence of me bouncing on his cock. I was in a moment of surreal concentration, at once completely absorbed in having a cock in my pussy and ass, while being in almost complete disbelief that it was actually happening to me. I'd seen pictures of girls being double penetrated, one man underneath her and another hunkered over her from behind, two cocks impossibly impaling her, and now it was happening to me. Jay had worked his entire cock inside me and began slowly fuck my ass. Fred's face was more contorted than before, and I started crying out. It was a mixture of incredible pleasure and something else; not necessarily pain, but of being overwhelmed, greater than the sum of its parts. Being assfucked was not a new experience, and it always me feel 'filled,' but having a cock fucking me in my ass while another pumped my pussy was a new sexual paradigm, as all three of us worked in sympathetic rhythm. I was cumming almost as soon as we started, and my cries were a result of that, and soon Fred's hot cum was jetting inside of me, as he could no longer resist. Likewise, Jay grunted and pulled his cock out and began shooting his load onto my back as I lay exhausted on top of Fred, whose cock was still inside me. I rolled off of Fred onto the bed, closed my eyes, and lay down. I laid there for some time, while Jay and Fred gathered their things and departed. I don't know how long I lay on the bed before dozing off in a cum-soaked thong, ending my first encounter since the boys decided to blackmail me for their pleasure. In the weeks that followed I soon found myself living at the behest of Fred, Jay, Mike and Sam. The only deterrent, it seemed, was my insistence that these encounters occur in a motel or hotel of my choice, for which the guys had to pay. Fred and Jay seemed to enjoy double-teaming me, although it never escalated to the same level as the first encounter. I suspect it was a bit too close to a bisexual experience for them, as I'm sure they could feel each others' members as they fucked my ass and pussy simultaneously. They seemed to have a particular fondness for workout apparel, often asking that I wear a spandex-like workout pants, or odd things like bicycle shorts. Although I was never alone with Fred, I soon found that Jay had a panty fetish, requesting that I wear various types of panties, mostly satin, fullback panties but occasionally, and specifically, the thong I wore in DP encounter. He would sometimes simply rub my panty-clad pussy asking me to spread my legs, and fuck my mouth at the same time, rubbing me until I was wet, and when he was ready to cum he would cum on my panties, rubbing his cum into them as he did so, although at times he would just pull my panties to one side and fuck me in them. Another favourite of his was to ask me to stick my pantied-ass in the air and he would like and suck around my ass and pussy, which would turn to rimming me and fingerfucking me until I was soaked, whereupon he would fuck me and cum on my panties, ass, and pussy. Mike was more solo and liked to fuck me on a table or desk or on the edge of the bed. His thing was dirty talk, but moreso by request; he often asked that I beg for his cum on a particular body part or inside of me: "Cum on lips;" "Cum on my breasts;" "Cum in my pussy;" or his favourite, "Cum in my womb." He had a particular fetish for my apparent fertility, which I suspect was my own fault, having begged him to impregnate me in the past. I would use this to speed up many of our encounters, telling him I want his baby, and things of the like. Sam was the least demanding and I had only two more encounters with him. He was a definite follower. He liked to fuck me doggystyle before having me suck him to a climax, cumming in my mouth. He wasn't talkative which made him almost unsettling. He would demand that I tell him how big his cock was while he fucked me or while I sucked it, and I did. He would insist that I leave the hotel room before him, and almost as soon as we were finished. This made me feel the most degraded, with no chance for a shower, my pussy smelling like sex, and the smell of cum on my breath. As months passed by I was growing more and more weary both physically and emotionally. My relationship was suffering, as I had no desire to have sex with my boyfriend due to the insatiable sexual demands of my victimizers. I was almost wishing that my boyfriend would cheat on me to lessen whatever guilt I had felt. Although I abhorred the entire situation, I felt shame at my weakness, as it always seemed that as soon as one of these meetings would begin I would succumb to the sexual energy of it all, and turn into a slut for these men. For the longest time I felt helpless, with a weakness for sex to nearly—if not surely—nymphomaniac-like proportions. I needed an out. During one encounter with Jay, I came to a realization. Jay had me on my back, legs in the air, and was kissing and licking my panties, sniffing deeply, almost talking to himself, completely immersed in his task. With the possible exception of Sam, these guys were as 'trapped' in the whole affair as I was. They were obsessed. I suddenly realized that I did have power, and it was what these guys craved—me, my sexuality. But it wasn't only these four guys, but probably most guys. As Jay moved to offer his cock to my lips, I began to conceive of a plan. Afterwards, I began to formulate a plan based on my revelation. Quite simply, I realized it was an illusion of control that these guys ministered. It could be any four guys and any girl, but the key component was that the girl had to have the sexual craving to be up to it. These were rarer than guys like Jay, Fred, Mike and Sam, who were, I suspected, typical of most guys; maybe not to the degree of blackmail, but certainly to the degree of submitting to their sexual desires; they just needed a participating female. It seemed painfully oversimplified, the idea being that any man can be seduced under the right circumstances. It seemed like a simple conclusion, but one with possibly hug repercussions. It was like finding out the world was round: at the small scale it seemed to have no consequences, but in navigating the globe it was huge. It was time for some navigation. I had plan, but in order to initiate it, I needed to test my theory. I needed to see whether I could seduce, for all appearances, a respectable and established man. This was the crux of my plan. Our neighbours across the street were a relatively newlywed couple. Although I'm not sure what she did, he was a manager for a company that rented large equipment such a bulldozers and backhoes. As neighbours, we were all polite, but never really established friendship of any sort. His wife was fond of gardening, and he seemed to spend most of his time doing odd jobs around the house. They were a good looking couple overall, and she seemed very pretty to me, and evidently my boyfriend agreed, as I'd often catch him looking out the window at her as she worked her garden. What could be harder than seducing a guy with a hot wife who would have everything to lose by it?