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Used

By: spike60



Not being very open about her past relationships, Leana was a curiosity both emotionally and sexually. What was she like? What drove her crazy?...these are some of the questions that I had, and guess everyone thinks about when they first start going out with someone. I was about to find out.

We had gone out to all the possible parties, reunions, dances, cultural events and the like, and were getting bored with very little that we had accomplished together. Leana suggested a party, and not being in the most comfortable position with her (not even deeply kissed yet), I did not feel that I would enjoy myself should the situation arise that either of us get drunk and "lose" ourselves, but I half-heartedly agreed. 

Since it was her town, (she knows "everybody"), we invited mostly her friends and acquaintances. The night of the party, I drove over to her place early to help with the preparations and was greeted at the door by Leana- she was wearing a red and black leopard print top with tight black vinyl jeans that were so shiny and slippery looking, I could hear the squeaking sound of her legs coming together and the friction the vinyl caused as she walked and could see her pussy lips outlined by the ultra-smooth plastic. I was turned on and off at the same time. All the guys who will be there will be seeing the parts of my girl that I haven't even seen nor had fun with. When they showed up, we had a total of about 11 guys and 6 girls. Things got started slowly, and after the typical party bullshit that goes along in the beginning, things started to really warm up. 

Leana and I had spent most of the evening together, me feeling like a complete idiot, trying to steal kisses from her as she teased, while everybody else was in a dry-humping position somewhere. After the third try I decided that I would just cool off and get her a drink. "Tequila please", she quipped. When I returned with her drink, she was talking to a group of guys that weren't paired off with prospective "fucks" for the night. I walked up and gave her the drink, she introduced me to the guys and continued her chatting. I walked around and talked with the few people that I knew, and after about an hour, she came over to me to ask if I would get another drink for her. I got her a highball of straight tequila this time, thinking that if she wants to get drunk, for some reason, then it is better here in her apartment. What a mistake that was!

I gave her the drink, and leaned over to whisper something romantic in her ear. She responded by jerking her head away and looking at me as if I just killed someone. (I remember thinking- Who the fuck needs this shit!!), and walked outside to get some air. I was so livid, again me, the fool of the century, wasting my affections on this bitch...Geez, I've done better before, I could do better again!. So with false bravado all mustered up, I decided to walk around the block cursing her name, vowing to dump her as soon as possible after this party. 

After being away for about an hour, it was time to return. Walking up the stairs to her apartment, all I could hear was the music- the loud talking was over except for a few laughs. 

I opened the door and almost had a heart attack! There she was, kneeling on the floor, bobbing her head in a slow sensuous rythym as she sucked one guy sitting on the couch. She was simultaneously jerking two other guys off, and still two others stood next to her and jerked themselves while they watched. She alternated between all 5 guys, sucking their hard cocks, making them moan with delight as she slicked up their shafts. I could only stand in total disbelief. As she moved from guy to guy, the only sounds were the soft moaning, sucking and slurping wet sounds and her vinyl jeans squeaking against the floor. She was obviously into what she was doing, because she was lightly moaning as well. 

I moved to a more "covert" location, so I can see without being seen. She kept up her serving, until the last guy she had in her mouth shot his wad, catching her unaware, as he squirted first a drop or two in her mouth, then all over her face. This seemed like the sign for the rest of the guys, because they all started shooting their loads all over her face, tits, and floor. She was in seventh heaven as she rubbed the cream all over exposed tits and mouth, licking at the discharged goo. "Is there anybody here who is going to fuck me?" she said with half-closed eyes. The guys went crazy. The guy on the couch, unzipped her jeans, and lowered her tight asshole on top of his cock, she bent her head back in ecstasy as she slid down on his entire length. Another guy, in a semi-crouch, guided his cock into her quivering, oozing pussy. She almost screamed as he pumped her. Another guy walked up to her and while grabbing her face, pulled it onto his still slick cock. She swallowed it with one gulp. As she rubbed the other two guys' (the ones who were just watching before) cocks against her tits, she cooed. 

They switched positions and soon the guys were shooting off again, this time inside her mouth, cunt, ass and all over her jeans. When the climbed off her finally she slipped her hands on the sticky vinyl surface, and giggled: "Look at all this cum!" and got up to go to the bathroom to clean up. As she started walking, I could see the extent of the cum-job, it was incredible!. She was completely covered. Her lips/mouth, neck, tits/nipples, stomach. Her jeans had globs of sperm dripping down. She still squeaked as she bent down to clean off the cocks that served her so well. She licked all 5 of them completely, and finished off with a deep kiss good night to each and every guy. As the last guy left, and she closed the door, I could see her body still shaking from the many orgasms she had, as she was almost in convulsions. 

She went into her bedroom and before she closed the door, I made my move...I walked up to her, forcing the door open behind her, she spun around, stunned..."Oh my GOD, I forgot!!""It's alright, I saw everything" I quipped back as nastily as I could muster with my apparent hard-on squeezing against my leg. "Well, all I want to do is take a shower and go to bed. Don't worry about cleaning up, I'll do that tomorrow-I am beat!!" Then a long pause..."That's it???!! I screamed, "You sucked and fucked 5 guys and you decide to "call it a night"???!!...I think I you should at least kiss me if you intend on fucking me over!!" 

I was livid the second time that night and wasn't seeing things too clearly. So with one swift grasp I pulled her cum-soaked body to me and kissed her using my tongue to test hers, I was not going to be abused by this bitch anymore! I could taste the cum of the other guys and her cunt juices on her breath as she responded (finally). I pulled her vinyl-encased ass to me and felt the slicked surface as it squeaked with the grasp of my hand. I bent down to suck her nipples, "Be gentle, they are real tender" she said softly. 

"No shit!" I said toughly. I sucked and bit gently, as I massaged her breasts. She started to moan again, and I figured that I should I get to the "hot spot" soon. I sat her down on the edge of the bed as I slid my hands and body down her slippery jeans till I was in between her legs, looking at the remnants of what must have been a gallon of cum sprayed all over and inside her pussy, ass and jeans. "Suck my cunt...clean it up for me" she begged. As I leaned to stick my tongue inside her, I could taste the saltiness of a freshly fucked pussy, and some cum still oozing out in globs out of her slit. Her clit was so raw and red that all I had to do was breath on it for her to cringe....screw this!, I lifted her sticky legs up and with one complete thrust, slammed my cock home. 

The silky smoothness of her pussy, drenched and reamed open was so hot, that I too felt myself losing it too soon, but I caught myself, and put things in the proper perspective-she didn't want any part of me prior to her drinking and orgy with the guys.

So I pounded into her with relentless energy, and when I finally came, I went- for good.

Used



Seven-thirty came and went with no sign of Frankie. Eight o'clock passed with no sign of him either. At nine-thirty Frankie called from a club downtown.

"Where are you?" I asked angrily.

"I think the question is, 'where are you?' I thought I told you to be at the club for seven-thirty." Frankie told me just as angrily.

"Um, no. You said you'd pick me up at seven-thirty." I corrected him.

"Well tonight's been shot. Thanks Melody-Anne. I'll see you tomorrow." Frankie hung up on me.

"Stupid jackass." I muttered and slammed the phone down.

I let out an ear-piercing shriek of anger and threw myself down on my bed. I stayed there for all of two seconds before getting up and going over to my mirror. I looked at my delicately sculptured face for a moment before shattering the glass with my fist. Thousands of reflections of my tormented eyes and gaping mouth looked back at me angrily. I ended up cutting my knuckles pretty bad but I didn't care. I got a handful of kleenex and wrapped up my hand as my brother Kyle burst into my room.

"What's going on in here?" Kyle asked anxiously.

"Nothin'." I replied, my back to him.

"Mel, let me see your hand." He walked over to me and held his hands out to me to reveal my injury.

"Just go away Kyle. I'm fine." I insisted and then flinched as I moved my hand.

"Mel, don't do this to me. What'd you do to your hand? You know mine's killing me." He grabbed my arm and spun me around. I couldn't fight him. He was my brother, my twin, and he was right.

"I put it through the mirror." I admitted and bit my lip as Kyle peeled the kleenex off my bloody hand. "OW!" I gasped.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Jesus! You're gonna need stitches." He said as he realized how bad the cuts were.

"Really?" I looked down at my hand and cringed. "You know who's fault this is? And don't say mine."

"Frankie's right? What happened? You guys get your signals crossed again?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"I guess. Frankie forgot he was going to pick me up and was waiting for me at the club. Christ!" I clenched my hands into fists and then cried out in pain.

"C'mon Mel, I'll drive you to the hospital. And I promise I won't say anything to Jeff about this. He's out right now anyways." Kyle grabbed me a jacket out of my closet and led me downstairs.

"Thanks Kyle. You know how much it means to me that Jeff doesn't find out." I leaned closer to my brother and kissed his cheek gently. "I love you Kyle."

"I love you too Mel, and that's why I think you should cool it off with Frankie for a little while." Kyle whispered.

"Don't you start too. Please." I whined and we left it at that.

The drive to the hospital was in total silence. I ended up with twenty-five stitches across my knuckles and was given some pills to take for the pain. When I got home I found Anissa in my room.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded and slammed my door closed behind me. She opened her mouth to reply but nothing came out.

"Well?" I snapped and stood facing her with my hands on my hips.

"I came to apologize." She managed to reply weakly. "And to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine." I sat down beside her on my bed.

"So what'd you do to your hand?" She asked carefully. 

I thought about how to answer without incriminating Frankie.

"I fell and busted my hand through my mirror." I lied calmly.

"Oh my God! Are you okay?" She asked anxiously.

"Yeah, I'm fine. So is there any other reason that you're here?" I eyed her suspiciously.

"Um, yeah. I was talking to Billy, and he said that him and the guys were gonna come up from New York next week, and one of them kinda wants to meet ya." Anissa trailed off.

"What? Why?" I crossed my arms.

"Well because I showed them a picture of you and was kinda talking about you when I was there. So he's interested." She confessed.

"You told him I had a boyfriend right?" I cried.

"Well, yeah, but . . ." She let me figure it out myself.

"Anissa!" I whined. "How could you?"

"Because this guy would be so much better for you than Frankie. He's tall and muscular, and he's got this messy blond hair that you just have this urge to fix up. His eyes are such a light brown that they're almost a yellowish colour. Oh Mel, he's just so hot! Trust me you'll like him, and if you don't you never have to see him again, I promise. Besides, he's rich." She hinted with a gleam in her eyes.

"Money isn't everything." I protested, but Anissa had already caught me with her scheming.

"So you want to at least meet him? It can't hurt right?"

"As long as there's no way Frankie can find out. I don't want him getting mad at me for nothing. Because there is nothing to get mad at. I'm just meeting some friends of yours right?"

"Sure, whatever you want Mel." Anissa's smile spread so far across her face, that for a second I thought it would push her cheeks right off onto the floor.

At ten-thirty Anissa headed home and I started to pack my things for the trip to Ottawa the next morning.

My phone rang at eleven and I snatched it up.

"Hello?"

"Mel?" It was Frankie.

"Who else?"

"What are you doing right now?" He asked curiously. I could hear girls talking in the background.

"Nothin'. Where are you?"

"At a pay phone outside the club, why?" He sounded distracted.

"Pay phone? What about your cell phone? Nevermind, I don't want to know." I replied shortly.

"Okay, whatever. Anyways, meet me at your front door in ten minutes." He instructed.

"Frankie, its eleven o'clock. And I'm going on a trip tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, I know. So meet me there okay?"

"Why?" I wanted to know.

"Just be there." He hung up.

I looked at the phone dumbly. I hung it up and paced back and forth across my room.

"Kyle!" I ran out of my room and down the hall towards my brother's room. I burst into his bedroom and caught him half-naked. He was wearing his boxers and socks, but nothing else.

"Mel!" He snapped and I grinned at him.

"Nice bod Kyle. Put your clothes back on." I stated.

"Pardon me? Could you explain please?"

"No. I don't have time. Just get dressed."

Kyle groaned and threw his jeans and a t-shirt back on.

"Okay, what?" He asked as I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the hall.

"Frankie's coming over in five minutes. I don't know why, well, I have an idea. But I want you to keep an eye on us just in case." I pushed Kyle into the living room downstairs. "Just watch and if I need you, I'll call okay?"

"Yeah. Okay." He sat on the couch and watched out the window for any sign of Frankie's red fiero. I walked over to my front door and waited for Frankie's arrival.

I heard a car screech to a halt in front of my house, so I opened the door and stepped outside to meet Frankie. He threw the passenger side door open, pushed a half-naked girl out of the car and told her to get lost. I ran over to her and helped her to her feet. She was crying and her clothes looked like they'd been ripped off of her.

"Are you okay?" I asked in shock.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." She replied, pulled away from me and walked off down the street, lamely attempting to put her clothes back together.

"Frankie!" I cried angrily and went over to his car. "You stupid asshole!"

"Get in." He demanded and gestured to the seat beside him. "Now." He added with a jerk of his head.

"No. First you will explain to me what the hell that girl was doing in your car." I snapped and awaited his reply with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Get in here right now!" He screamed, yanked me into the car and peeled off. I pulled the door closed so I wouldn't fall out and then jerked on the steering wheel so he jumped the curb and had to stop the car.

"Stupid bitch! What is your problem? Are you trying to kill me or what?" He went to slap me across the face, but I caught his hand and twisted his wrist around so that if he tried to pull away, I could snap his wrist and break it. He knew he was caught, so he calmed down a bit.

"Answer my question Frank." I stated firmly. He cringed slightly when I called him 'Frank' instead of 'Frankie.'

"I picked her up at the club and she was all over me so I had to put her in her place." He replied smugly.

"You raped her to put her in her place?" I cried and put pressure on his wrist. He let out a little yelp and changed his answer.

"Well, she was all over me at the club and since you weren't there, I figured I could get a quickie in before I saw you after." He grimaced as my face began to turn red and the pressure on his wrist steadily increased. "Mel! My wrist! Let go before you break it!" He cried in agony.

"Did you rape her? Yes or no?" I asked with a nasty tone in my voice that told Frankie if he said 'yes', he could say 'bye' to his wrist.

"Mel, I didn't rape her. She consented." He squeaked out his answer and I let go of his wrist.

"You cheated on me?" I was in total shock. My entire body went numb.

"Well yeah. Don't tell me you haven't cheated on me." He smirked and rubbed his wrist gingerly.

"Is this the first time? Or have there been others like her?" I asked in a near whisper. Tears were threatening to spill down my cheeks. I was trying desperately to keep them from coming as fast as they wanted.

"No, it wasn't the first time. I'm a guy, what do you expect? Me to be loyal?"

"Yes! I've never cheated on you! I loved you!" I looked away from him as a tear began to roll down my cheek. It was followed by another and then a million. Sobs racked my body and I could do nothing but sit there and cry right in front of Frankie.

"Look, I made a mistake. Forgive me." He said smugly and looked to see if there was any traffic before reversing off the grass.

"How could you? I thought you loved me!" I sobbed and sniffled loudly.

"I do. It was just an accident." He replied and started driving off towards a field filled with abandoned barns known as 'Make-Out Palace.'

"Where are we going?" I wiped the tears out of my eyes and looked around.

"Where do you think?" Was Frankie's ground out reply.

"No! Let me out right now!" I reached over and stepped on the brake pedal.

"Christ! Mel!" He shouted and his fist ripped across my cheek like a jagged piece of rock. I shoved my door open and was just about out before Frankie grabbed my arm and dug his fingers in so hard I cried out. I sat back down in my seat and he reached across me to close my door. I kept my mouth shut as tears coursed down my face, burning my cheek where Frankie had ripped it open with his rings.

We drove in silence until we reached the field. Frankie drove over to a grove of trees and parked the car. He pushed his door open and pulled me out of the car. I knew what was next and all I could do was cry. Frankie took his belt off and tied my wrists together over my head. He directed me to the trees where he hooked the belt on a branch above my head. I was doomed and there was nobody around for miles to help me.

"Frankie, please." I whispered as he opened the fly on his jeans.

"You're gonna beg me now? This is a first." He smirked and put his hands on my hips. He squeezed me gently and then undid my shorts.

"Frankie, don't. Please don't!" I whimpered.

"Too bad. You've already asked for it. I have to deliver. Think about how many disappointed customers I'd have if I listened when they changed their minds." His eyes gleamed in the moonlight. I refused to let him get away with this and decided to fight back with all my might. I knew if he knocked me out, he'd leave me alone, so I started to kick his shins and knees but he stepped backwards after the second hit.

"Oh, its like that is it?" He grinned and dropped his jeans. He stepped out of them and then fought with me to tie my legs up. "So you like it rough now huh?" He smiled evilly.

"Let me go!" I brought my knees up and nailed him under the chin. He fell onto his back, stunned. I worked my feet back and forth to try and get out of the trap Frankie had me in.

But I hadn't hit him hard enough, he sat up and glared at me with a look on his face I'd never seen before. He grabbed my legs and tied his jeans tighter before stepping into my legs like a hula hoop. I was wrapped around him, and no matter how hard I tried to be brave about what was next, I just couldn't do it.

"I hate you!" I sobbed. He shrugged.

"It'll pass. It always does." He pulled my panties down and opened his boxers.

He was gentle despite the circumstances and I hated him throughout the whole thing. He opened my blouse to press kisses all over me but I didn't care.

When he was done, he dressed himself and untied me. He went over and sat in his car, waiting for me to get dressed. I sat on the ground and cried until it hurt.

Frankie came over with his 'I'm sorry' face and helped me get dressed. I knew he wouldn't touch me again that night so I let him dress me. He picked me up in his arms and was about to take me over to his car, but I jumped out of his arms before he got there.

"Mel!" He was shocked at my sudden change.

"You are a stupid cock sucking asshole. I hate you." I retorted, turned and ran as fast as I could towards the nearest barn. He jumped in his car and chased after me. He caught up with me in seconds and threw me down on the ground. He sat on me, holding my arms out at my sides, and leaned closer to my face.

"Take that back Mel. You know what I was sucking on wasn't no cock." He growled.

"I wish it was." I muttered. Frankie let out a sigh and pulled me into a sitting position. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

"I'm sorry, Mel. I don't know what got into me." He apologized and kissed my hair. His kisses made their way to my mouth and I turned away. He grabbed my chin roughly and turned me back to face him. He kissed me long and hard in his way that melts me. I lost it and relaxed as his kiss captured my very soul. I felt his hand loosen its grip on my wrists and reach for my hip. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to kiss him back passionately. He smiled and tightened his grip on me. He pulled my body up tight against his and I could feel him getting aroused again. I let out a groan and pulled away from his mouth.

*the end - for now...*



Used



Emily Dalton married one of her former professors, Bill Dalton, after graduating with her master's degree in English Literature.

Now a thirty-six-year-old professor herself she found herself married to a fifty-nine-year-old man who could not impregnate her.

The Daltons had tried unsuccessfully for the first two years of their marriage to conceive before finding out Bill had "lazy sperm" that wasn't doing the job.

They had discussed adoption but Emily wanted to have a baby she gave birth to.

Their doctor said artificial insemination would be a viable alternative.

Bill had agreed to his wife being impregnated with a donor's sperm.

Emily was uneasy about the prospect of having an anonymous man's sperm deposited in her womb, as it was all so impersonal. 

Then she heard about a fertility clinic that actually matched want-to-be mothers up with studs to breed them. It was done the old-fashion way where the prospective mother was fucked by the stud of her choice.

Emily contacted Select Fertility Clinic and arranged an interview.

A very professional looking woman, Barbara Moore, at Select's clinic interviewed her. Emily completed all the necessary paper work and paid the fourteen hundred dollar fee.

Emily had no difficulty choosing her stud as she had given it a lot of thought.

Rob Sinclair was one of her first-year students, a very handsome nineteen-year-old star on the university's football team. Rob was very popular around campus and had caught the eye of many young coeds. Rob was who Emily wanted to give her a baby.

Rob was curious when he got the call from Barbara at Select Fertility Clinic. He thought it might be some of his classmates pulling a prank on him. Four hundred dollars to impregnate some woman? For that much money he would do it even if she were as ugly as sin!

Rob completed the forms relinquishing his rights as father of any child produced by the recipient of his sperm, submitted to a HIV test and an appointment was made for the union of him and Emily Dalton.

Of course Rob knew Emily Dalton. He couldn't believe his luck. Although Professor Dalton was mature she still had a dynamite body and a roll in the hay with her would be a treat. For four hundred dollars he would fuck her until she couldn't walk.

The appointment had been scheduled for Emily's next ovulation period. Rob would fuck her three consecutive days in his attempt to impregnate her.

As soon as it was established that Emily was pregnant Rob would receive his payment from Select.

Rob couldn't wait for his appointment to fertilize Professor Dalton to arrive. For almost two weeks he had been jerking-off almost non-stop thinking about getting his cock in the big-titted professor.

Emily Dalton was as nervous as hell when she arrived at the clinic. She had rushed home right from work and showered and changed into something more appropriate to be serviced.

She had selected her sexiest and most expensive panty and bra set. The panties were French-cut scarlet silk and the matching bra revealed much of her ample décolleté. A sprits of Jon Patou's "Joy" perfume between her breasts and she was ready.

Emily had shaven her vagina as smooth as a baby's bum, she didn't know what Rob's preferences were but it made her feel more reckless.

Rob was waiting at the clinic when she arrived. It was their first time alone together since he became aware he was to be her lover.

They exchanged a few awkward remarks to each other in a laughing manner and were then taken to the "Breeding Room" the clinic provided.

The ambiance of the room was designed for fucking. Dim lighting with soft music in the background and a large bed covered in crisp white linens dominated the room.

"Have fun!" Barbara said as she closed the door leaving Emily and Rob alone in the room.

Emily was aware that for safety reasons there was a CCTV camera mounted in the room and Barbara would be watching their progress from her desk in the reception area.

Emily wondered who else would be watching the monitor and if they were making a tape of her insemination?

Regardless she quickly stripped down to her sexy lingerie. Rob could not take his eyes from her, as she revealed more and more of her body to him.

Emily was completely naked when Rob pulled his shorts down allowing his rock-hard cock to spring out.

"Oh my God!" though Emily when she saw his hard, young pecker.

"Can I suck it?" she blurted out.

She didn't know why, she just had an urge to take his cock in her mouth. She knew Barbara would be watching and maybe making a tape but she had to suck this beautiful cock!

Smiling, Rob approached her as she sat naked on the edge of the bed.

His cock was at her face level as she reached out and took it in her hand like it was a lovable young pet. Opening her mouth wide she guided him between her Ruby-red lips onto her warm, wet tongue. Her lips sealed around his shaft as she inhaled deeply. Her thumb and index finger encircled his cock just above his balls as she began to milk him.

Emily had sucked a lot of cocks in her fraternity days and it felt good having a nice young cock in her mouth again. Of course she had sucked-off her husband but his ancient withered dick was nothing like the young rock-hard one filling her mouth now.

The professor was good at sucking cock, skilled in the use of her tongue at arousing any cock fortunate enough to find their way into her mouth. Rob's cock was fully erect and she was sucking on a rigid steel-like shaft.

Rob moaned softly as his teacher worked his cock in her hungry mouth. 

Barbara was sitting at her desk catching up on some paperwork when she happened to glance at the monitor for the breeding room. She was shocked to see Professor Dalton with her student's cock in her mouth.

Sucking cocks in the breeding room was against all the rules because if the authorities found out they could be closed for running a common bawdy house!

Barbara had never seen one of her prospective mothers giving her stud head before as they usually just fucked and maybe kissed while the stud cum in her. Barb was fascinated by how hungrily the mature woman was gobbling her young man's cock. 

Without thinking Barbara's right hand went under her skirt. As she wore no panties her fingers found her already aroused clitoris and began to tug it like a miniature penis. 

Barbara felt her own orgasm approaching as she saw Emily Dalton's throat start swallowing, the slutty professor must be drinking his cum!

Barbara's orgasm took her as she thought how Dalton needed the sperm in her pussy, not her mouth.

She had chosen a young bull that no doubt was capable of delivering several loads. She made a mental note to call young Rob later and with a bit of luck she would have his cock in her mouth before too long?

Emily's mouth was flooded with a tidal wave of Rob's salty brine. Desperately she gulped it down not wanting to spill a precious drop.

With her belly full of cum she was ready to fuck.

Barbara's orgasm was subsiding as she watched Dalton spread herself out on the bed with her legs open offering her waiting womb to her chosen stud.

Rob had just blasted a load of his cum down his professor's throat and he was still hard!

"Oh my God!" Barbara thought as she watched the sandy hair youth climb atop the waiting matron. 

Barbara felt a bit envious as she watched Rob's hips lower, knowing his cock was sliding into Dalton's cunt.

"Lucky bitch!" she thought as her hand went back to her pussy while she watched them start fucking.

Emily had forgotten how good a young cock felt in her pussy. After scavenging her orgasms with old Bill's semi-hardons Rob's rock-hard pecker was a treat.

"Oh yes, fuck me!" she begged her young student as his cock penetrated her deeply.

Rob placed her ankles onto his shoulders so he could drive his meat as far into her as possible.

"Oomph!" she grunted as nine inches of cock was rammed into her birth canal.

It all came back to Emily, how good fucking could be, her hips started gyrating as Rob ignited a fire within her.

Rob could feel his professor's pelvic muscles contacting as her cunt squeezed his cock like a flesh vise.

"Fuck you slut!" Rob moaned.

Rob surprised himself talking so disrespectfully to his superior. She was a slut but he was still going to have to face her in class.

Rob wondered how he would feel seeing his teacher in class knowing his baby was growing inside of her?

Rob once again concentrated on his task. He was here to deliver a load of his cum to Emily Dalton's cum-starved womb. 

During the following two days Rob and Emily met at the clinic so the love starved professor could receive another dose of her young lover's sperm.

After their third day of fucking the pair went to a coffee shop before parting.

"This could be the last time you fuck me if I get pregnant." Emily said to her lover. 

"I know." Rob said dismayed.

"But I like fucking you." Emily confessed.

An idea flashed into Rob's mind, "How would you like to get fucked by a bunch of young guys?" he asked.

"You mean like a gangbang?" Emily asked.

"Exactly!" Rob smiled, "I know some guys on the football team who would love to fuck you."

Emily had been gangbanged onetime when she was living in a sorority house. She had gotten drunk and seven guys screwed her. She had one hell of a hangover but having all those cocks in her had been fun.

"Where can we do it?" the professor asked.

Rob told Professor Dalton to leave it up to him to arrange the time and place. He asked her how many guys she could handle and she automatically answered seven.

"Seven it is!" Rob grinned as they went their ways.

The Sunset Motel was on the motel strip as you entered town. Rob told her had managed to get seven guys to throw in ten buck apiece for the room for a chance to fuck her. He said they had warned him they better get their money's worth and it had better not be a scam.

It was too soon for Emily to do a pregnancy test after her union with Rob. She figured she was past the peak of her ovulation so she planned on taking the guys bare cock. If one of the others ended up knocking her up it didn't matter, Rob had received his stud fee.

Emily parked her Buick around back of the motel where it was not visible from the street. Sneakily she made her way to room fourteen where the guys were waiting.

When Rob opened the door she was hit by a blast of cigarette smoke and the smell of booze. Glancing inside she saw what appeared to be a helluva bunch of guys waiting her arrival.

She quickly stepped inside and did a quick count. Fifteen guys, more than double the number she had agreed to! They were not all students either as some of them were her age.

She quickly figured out that Rob had pimped her out for the gangbang charging God knows how much to fuck her?

Emily knew she had to go though with her commitment. If she raised a fuss now things may turn ugly. The last thing she needed was word to get out she had agreed to a gangbang.

Resolved to see the fiasco though she entered the room amidst the cheering of her gang of studs. 

Rob handed her a strong drink of whiskey and ginger ale as the guys begin to grope her.

Unable to wait they were already fondling her breasts and unfastening her blouse. She felt a hand slid up under her skirt as another scooped her breast out of her bra. 

A hand was pulling the crotch of her panties aside as another rolled her nipple between its thumb and index finger. Fingers had found their way into her vagina.

Emily was being finger-fucked when the mouth clamped onto her now erect nipple.

Her half-full glass was taken from her as she was dragged over to the bed. Several of the guys laid her across the bed and begin removing the rest of her clothes. In minutes she was laying naked amongst over a dozen horny guys.

The cocks came at her from every direction. Rock hard erections jostled to enter her body. Her legs were pulled apart rendering her wide-open cunt vulnerable to attack.

The first cock slid into her pussy easily. She looked up to see the university's German groundskeeper was fucking her. Herman had always talked to her politely and now he was fucking her.

A bulbous cockhead pressed against her lips attempting to gain entrance to her mouth. Submissively she opened her mouth to allow it in.

Emily did not even know whose cock she was sucking and it didn't matter anymore. She realized before they were finished with her each one of the fifteen cocks would use her. She just wanted to make them all cum and get it over with.

Herman was plunging deep inside of her now, as her legs were held open. Her lips sealed around the cock in her mouth as she took a deep breath in.

She felt cum begin to rain down on her naked body from above. Half a dozen guys encircled the bed jerking off on her. The thick, white sperm splattered all over her chest as they aimed for her tits.

Emily Dalton felt as if she had reached bottom being degraded. As her tormentors continued to abuse her they became more disrespectful, treating her like a common street whore instead of a respected member of faculty.

"Suck it bitch!" the owner of the cock in her mouth demanded as he drove his cock further and further down her throat. Emily had never been skull-fucked before.

Hot salty cum begin to fill her mouth, spurt after spurt of the thick gooey brine was hurtled across her tongue towards her gullet. Confused Emily begins to swallow the pungent slime down her throat to rid her taste buds of the salty attack. 

Simultaneously she noticed a warm surge deep within her cunt as Herman released his sperm into her womb. For the first time in her life Emily was receiving cum from two cocks at the same time plus what rained onto her from above!

As the two spent cocks left her mucky opening two fresh ones replaced them and the cycle began all over again.

Dutifully Emily sucked on the replacement cock in her mouth as she had the previous one. She could not see who was fucking her as the loin of the guy whose cock she was sucking obstructed her view. She had two cocks in her and didn't know whose either was. 

As the cocks used her relentlessly Emily wondered how she had got into this mess?

Rob had betrayed her trust pimping her to every guy who wanted to fuck her. What could she do? She couldn't go home and tell her husband fifteen guys had come in her.

Now she would never know who the father of her baby was. Rob had a head start but any one of these guys could be the one to make her pregnant.

Emily heard a groan and the cock in her pussy stopped moving while sperm flowed through it drenching her ovaries with the seed she needed to start a baby.

As her womb received the cum the cock in her mouth blasted another volley of gooey slime into her mouth. Once again Emily swallowed.

Emily had lost track of how many cocks had used her when she was rolled over onto her stomach. The next cock wanted to do her "doggy".

She was on her hands and knees now with a cock in both ends of her. Emily rocked back and forth as two cocks fucked her.

In this position the cock penetrated her deeper and the abundance of cum began to run out of her cunt and down the insides of her thighs.

A soft squishing sound was made each time the cock piston into her saturated tunnel.

For some unknown reason Emily started enjoying the cocks in her. She had no idea who was fucking her from behind but his cock felt good as it penetrated her depths.

She rocked her ass back to meet his plunges so the head of his cock would kiss her cervix, the entrance to her baby-making factory.

The sensation of the cock in her cunt excited her making her suck on the cock in her mouth with renewed energy. 

Emily experienced her first orgasm of the night with an unknown cock draining sperm into her hungry womb.

Realizing she was coming the cock in her cunt begin pounding her harder, shooting it's seed deep into her ovaries. The cock in her mouth begin to spit cum all over her tongue, her teeth was awash in a sea of salty brine.

Obediently Emily gulped down his slimy goo, it slid down her throat like a glob of snot.

The fucking and sucking went on for what seemed like forever until all fifteen cocks had spent their loads in the weary professor.

By the time they were done Emily looked like a glazed doughnut, cum was everywhere. The sticky white goo glistened on the insides of her thighs as well as coating her breasts. Around her mouth was a ring of jism and beads of it sparkled in her hair.

Rob handed her a towel to wipe herself with.

"You bastard!" she snarled as she took the towel from him, "You set me up!"

"You did a fine job." Rob smiled, "I think all the guys were satisfied, all fifteen!"



Used



A dog barked somewhere and someone called to it. Jake put his fingers in his mouth and whistled. Kelly laughed and told him to stop and Mark smiled as he lay on his back.

He heard Jake move down beside Kelly. She said something too softly for Mark to hear and then they were quiet and he knew they were kissing.

It was late evening and the air was still and warm. Mark wasn't thinking very much about anything. He liked it there in the quiet in the gathering dusk under the trees at the edge of the park. 

The dog barked again some minutes later. It sounded further away. Mark turned his head to the side and saw a couple walking slowly in the distance. The man's white T-shirt glowing faintly in the shade under the trees on that side.

Kelly and Jake were now talking in whispers nearby. Jake laughed quietly. Kelly said something and he answered. 

Mark didn't even try to hear what they were saying. Sometimes they talked about him. Sometimes, Jake especially, made fun of him. Mark didn't mind; they let him tag along. They were twenty two and twenty three to Mark's youthful and naïve eighteen but sometimes Jake treated him as an equal and Kelly favoured him with a stunning smile. It was okay. Better than being alone.

When their voices stopped he knew they were kissing again.

The trees had lost their colour but the sky was still blue. The twilight had foreshortened the perspective at ground level and it was difficult to make out the trunks of individual trees. The swings and climbing frame had already blended back into the shadows.

"-I think he's asleep."

Mark opened his eyes when he heard Jake's voice.

"Don't you dare say anything," Kelly warned him in a whisper.

Mark lay still. He didn't know what they were talking about. It didn't matter. Jake was probably going to make fun of him again. He didn't mind. Jake made him laugh.

"Hey Mark, wake up. Kelly wants to ask you something."

"-I do not," Kelly insisted.

Jake shook his foot. "She does. She wants to ask you something."

Mark sat up and smiled at them both ready to hear what Jake had to say.

"-Don't listen to him Mark," Kelly told him. She looked at Jake reproachfully. "He's just being nasty."

The shadows had drawn closer around them. The air felt a little cooler. He could see yellow streetlights far away through the trees.

The whites of Kelly's eyes were very white in the gloom when she turned his way. Her pale vest top seemed to glow softly. She was wearing a very short summer skirt.

"-Don't listen to him," she repeated as Jake grinned beside her.

"Kelly wants to know if she can sit on your face," he suddenly said.

"-Mark, I didn't say that. Don't believe him."

"We were talking about it," Jake insisted, turning to look at her.

And then it began.

"But I didn't say it like that," Kelly came back.

"But we were talking about it," he repeated.

Mark listened as the two of them began to argue. He knew that it wasn't a real argument. It was just in fun between lovers. 

He looked from one to the other and smiled gently and patiently at them both. Jake laughed and Kelly smiled as they exchanged words.

"-Don't take any notice of him Mark," Kelly said turning to face him. "You know what he's like." She gave Jake a gentle push. "Just ignore him."

"No, but she really wants to do it," Jake insisted. "She just told me she really wants to sit on your face."

Mark expected Kelly to deny it again, for their playful disagreement to continue indefinitely, but as his eyes met hers she quickly looked away.

Jake lowered his voice and leaned a little closer. "Seriously," he said. "The thought of it really turns her on, you know? She wants to sit on your face to see what its like."

Mark was aware of the darkening expanse of the park at his back, of the silence there and everywhere else. By contrast the place where they sat at the edge under the trees suddenly seemed private, the silence somehow more intense. The soft shadows that surrounded them now seemed to have gathered there for a specific reason.

Jake's eyes were bright and serious. Kelly moved her legs under her. 

Mark didn't know what to say or if he was supposed to say anything and he simply smiled at them. 

In the silence that followed he waited to see what came next. He thought Jake wouldn't be able to keep a straight face much longer, that he'd laugh suddenly and then Kelly would join in and it would all turn out to be a big joke. Then he'd laugh as well; that's how it worked, even if he didn't always understand, he always laughed. It was better to laugh with them than sit in silence and be laughed at. 

But Jake didn't laugh and when Mark cautiously turned his gaze to Kelly he began to understand that it wasn't a joke at all.

Kelly was looking at him but she wasn't smiling. She looked more attractive than ever in the half light. She looked different. There was something very intense, very deep, in her expression, something he'd never seen before.

Jake began to speak softly and insistently. Kelly really wanted to do it, he said. She wanted to do it right now. It was getting dark and no one would see them. She wanted to sit on his face to see what it was like and he, Jake, wanted to watch.

Mark thought he could hear Kelly breathing. He felt a change in the atmosphere between them there under the trees. 

They were both waiting. The evening seemed to be waiting. 

A little more light had gone from the sky, the blue was fading. The black trees towered above him. 

Mark didn't get it. He didn't get it but he didn't mind. He lay on his back where they told him. At first he put his hands behind his head but Jake looked at him and said they'd be in the way so he moved them.

Kelly appeared above him and he smiled at her but she didn't return it. She looked preoccupied. She stood beside him and he realised he could see under her skirt and quickly looked away. 

"There's no one in sight," Jake whispered, and he and Kelly both looked around the deserted park. 

"Are you sure?" she asked.

They both sounded different, excited.

Mark was lying on something hard. He felt for it and it felt like a pine cone and he tossed it aside and lay down again.

"Yeah, it's all clear," Jake said. "Go for it."

Kelly's feet whispered in the grass and Mark was close enough to hear her sandals creak as she loomed tall and shapely above him. She held her shoulder length hair back from her face as she looked down and carefully placed one foot either side of his head.

Mark looked up into the shadows beneath her skirt as Kelly stood poised above him and facing his outstretched legs. He could see the white glimmer of her panties but there was nowhere else to look. He could see the curve of her bottom below her panties. Deeper between her legs he could see the shape of her pussy through her panties and he began to get hard.

"-Okay?" she whispered, and Mark understood she was asking Jake and not himself. 

He didn't hear his reply but he saw Kelly begin to lower herself slowly towards him.

Mark stared, fascinated by what was happening to him as Kelly's ass came closer. She bent her legs as she adopted a squat then he felt her hands on his chest as she supported herself. He could feel his heart suddenly beating harder. Her short skirt brushed his forehead and then he was under it. He felt her weight on his chest and all he could see was her ass in her tight, white panties, coming down, closer and closer.

Mark realised that he could smell her pussy and then her ass found his face. Kelly seemed to hesitate. She raised her ass a little and her pussy brushed his nose. She lowered herself again very carefully, very slowly. To Mark it seemed that she wanted to feel his face beneath her in just the right place. Then she lowered herself again.

He couldn't hear and he couldn't see, all he could feel was Kelly's cheeks against his face. He could feel the heat between her legs and her panties were wet. His nose was between the cheeks of her ass, pressed deep into the material of her panties, and then she moved a little and he understood that she was rubbing her pussy against his nose, over his mouth and chin, and he pushed his face upwards in an effort to please her

She was heavy and she was using him, he was only able to snatch an occasional breath of air, but Mark didn't mind. He put his hands on Kelly's legs and she didn't stop him. Jake didn't stop him. His face was buried deep in the suddenly exciting darkness between her legs. Kelly was moving on his face. He thought she might even orgasm. His cock strained and he increased his efforts to work his nose into her pussy where she seemed to want it and to thrust out his chin when she moved there.

It was difficult to breath but he didn't mind. It didn't seem to matter. Kelly began to move more urgently above him and it became contagious and Mark also began to move his head, trying to push his face deeper between her legs than it already was.

Suddenly she was gone; she was moving, raising herself. The evening air was suddenly cool and refreshing on his face. Kelly's heat and smell were gone. He watched her awkwardly get to her feet. Her hands pressed heavily briefly on his chest as she supported herself and then she was stepping over him. She seemed to be in a hurry to do something.

Jake said something to her, asked a question, but Mark didn't catch it. He was panting and out of breath. He was sweating. His hard cock strained inside his clothes.

Kelly answered Jake in a breathless whisper. He could hear her moving, he didn't know if he should stand himself.

Far above him he saw the alternating white and red flashing lights of an aircraft moving with surprising speed against the darkening sky and then Kelly's figure abruptly obscured the view.

"-Fuck, I've gotta see this," Jake said from somewhere nearby.

Kelly loomed over Mark and he understood she was going to do it again. She got into position more quickly this time and immediately began to lower herself towards him.

She said something, to him or Jake? It didn't seem to matter. 

He felt her hands on his chest again. She was lowering herself, squatting over him, lowering her self even more. The shadows seemed darker beneath her skirt, her smell was stronger, and Mark realised she'd taken off her panties. The hem of her skirt brushed his forehead again and he couldn't see anything and then he felt her bare ass and her wet, naked pussy searching his face.

There was darkness and there was no sound. Mark couldn't see and he couldn't hear.

Kelly's smell engulfed him. He was overwhelmed by it. He was breathing her pussy smell, her ass smell, the secret mingled aromas deep between her legs. His nose was briefly between her cheeks and he instinctively put out his tongue but Kelly was moving constantly. She was writhing her hips, working her pussy and ass all over his face, sliding in her own juices as she smeared them all over him.

Mark frantically jabbed with his tongue and tried to push his face harder between her legs and Kelly momentarily paused above him then began to inch herself slowly forward. His hands found her hips and he pulled her down onto his face but she was still moving slowly and deliberately forward. 

He jabbed his tongue between her legs, flicking it, licking everywhere he touched. It plunged briefly into her pussy, she moved again, and he put his tongue out again and as Kelly's weight settled above him Mark realised he'd found her ass hole. 

He licked it and Kelly squirmed. He moved his hands under her skirt and found her buttocks and squeezed them firmly. He jabbed with his tongue and felt her shudder and then he used his hands to open her cheeks and he began to lick hungrily at her exposed ass hole. As he pressed the tip of his tongue against it Kelly began to literally bounce on his face. He pressed his tongue deeper and her movements became even more frantic and uncontrolled and then again, abruptly, she was getting up, and lifting herself off him. He tried to hold her there but then he saw Jake silhouetted against the sky urging her to one side and he understood and let her go.

Too much had happened to take anything in properly. He reached instinctively for his aching cock only to climax the moment he touched it through his jeans. It spasmed and jerked pumping semen into his underwear, again and again, so much of it. Mark raised his knees his hands still clutching his cock. He lowered them slowly as his climax subsided. It was all over in seconds.

Jake was fucking Kelly nearby. Mark realised he could hear them. When he raised his head he saw the pale blur of Jake's naked ass moving between Kelly's raised legs. Kelly was moaning, Jake was gasping.

Mark walked away and left them there. He was still sweating. He used his T-shirt to clean his face. He looked back when he had walked a little way but it was fully dark by then and he couldn't see them. It didn't matter.

He'd ejaculated but his cock was still hard. It was wet in his underwear. There'd been a lot of semen. He was glad it was dark.

The swings and climbing frame appeared out of the dark as he approached them. He sat on a swing and let the chains take his weight. Through the trees he could see street lights and the arrangements of the lights of tall buildings. A thin mist was rising over the open ground before him.

He thought about what had just happened under the trees. He thought about Jake and Kelly for a while and then he simply sat there swinging gently and not thinking very much about anything.



Used



I was in my junior year of college and living in my first apartment with 2 roommates. I loved college but my social life was only interesting when I let myself go and in retrospect, used. In retrospect, my self esteem was not too high. I was a big girl, 5'8 about 145, and although attractive, I "defined" myself, as did others, by my weight. I also realize now, I was "needy," and therefore, when anyone paid any attention to me I would go out of my way, overboard actually, to please them. Hence my allowing myself to get used.

I hated myself the next day but still wanted the attention and the illusion of being loved.

I saw a guy off and on, who I really liked but who was nice only when he wanted something. I was always satisfied the night we were together but then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks. If I saw him he barely spoke. But when he wanted something, he was a charmer, and I the snake.

This went on for many months with Dave. My room mates and I talked about it. They could not understand why I put up with it. They bullied me into trying something, that clearly was out of character for me. There was a group of us that had been friends since freshman year. We would get together regularly. This year I think, my roommates, because of my circumstances convinced the others to have a masquerade party. Every girl was to get their date to dress as a girl and every girl was to rent a tux and come as a guy. The best looking couple would win the prize which was the pot of about $1200 ($100 from each girl.) They wanted to give him a lesson; and they thought the experience would then teach me a lesson - but only if he'd come.

I called Dave and asked him and of course his first answer was "no." I pleaded and then said "I promise I'll do anything, anywhere, just don't make me go alone and look like a loser." 

I was concerned what my friends would think of me if he didn't show up.

He asked: "Do you really mean anything,anywhere?"

I responded:"Yes, absolutely." "Are you sure?" he replied.

"The fraternity has a dungeon in the basement and I would want you to go there and have you be the subject of my kinky fantasies," he said.

I wavered for a minute ... "You wouldn't hurt me - I'd be able to quit if it got too much," I shakily replied.

"Sure, you might even like it," he said

Friday afternoon Dave called and said that we should go have a few drinks and then go over to the Frat house and look around the basement. I knew what he wanted and I really wanted to be with him so of course it was okay.

We went out and had a few drinks and then headed back to the Frat. He took me by the hand and led me down into the basement where their big party room was. We walked all the way across, to a door in the far corner. He opened it and we walked into a dimly lit corridor that had storage areas on both sides. They were divided mostly into 5' by 5' cubicles. We kept walking, past some larger cubicles and then through another doorway where the furnace and water heaters were. It was totally unfinished. Concrete floors with old brick walls. It was dimly lit - by several bulbs spaced evenly throughout the unfinished ceiling. It was clean. There were bolts and rings in the walls and the exposed ceiling beams had ropes on hooks hanging. It was eerie, a little scary but somehow very exciting. I felt my heart beat a mile a minute. 

"Take off you blouse and bra," he commanded

I did and then he grabbed me firmly and attached a rope which had soft cushioned bracelets. First to one hand, then the other. I was mesmerized - next thing I know he started tugging on the rope pulleys and I was rising until I was just on my tiptoes. He looked at me lustily and started pulling off my pants and underwear until I was naked below the waist. He walked away and came back with a long thin rod. It looked like a tree branch without the bark. It whistled through the air and landed on my behind.

"Ow, that hurts," I yelled

"I know" he said, "it's supposed to." 

He told me that we'd start a game and that the rules were this: " you are going to get 10 smacks with this rod, each time you yell, I add 2 more swats and we'll see how long it takes for you to stop yelling." 

"What do I get outta this," I complained

"we'll see'" he smirked

He then swung the rod once, twice and whoa did it smart! I kept me mouth shut but by the sixth one i was jerking and jumping, trying to evade him to no avail and then I yelled. 

"That's 2 more!" he said as he smiled. He also stopped and caressed my badly bruised rear.

After tenderly caressing my behind, he wailed away in staccato fashion. I jumped, jerked and when I heard "12," I pleaded: "MERCY"

He then caressed me again. It was electric -I felt like every nerve ending was sending waves of feelings: pain...pleasure...and then a jumble of both so intertwined that you could not discern which was which. Except that the feeling seemed addictive. I had not noticed until I opened my eyes that several other people were now in the room. Dave leaned over and whispered in my ear: "don't embarass me - just do what I say without complaint....or else..." I did nor reply, he grabbed a nipple and squeezed hard - I whimpered but shook my head ackowledging his remarks.

I felt like I was having an out of body experience. I could see me at his beck and call and I was enraptured; I could feel the pain but it hurt in a good way that I had never felt before and was trying to sort out the feelings. I also knew that I was hypnotized by what was happening and that I would do whatever he said.

He release the ropes and I quickly slumped to the floor. He barked: "On your knees slut!!" I pulled my self up and he told me "suck...slowly- I want my friends to see how well trained you are." I did as I was told. I also felt that I was where I belonged. I liked being told what to do, owned and only having to do what the man I loved wanted. Everything was jumbled and garbled but right.

I was brought back to the moment when he abruptly pulled out, and shot wads of spunk all over my face while his friends laughed loudly.

I was humiliated - I sunk to the floor. I heard them leave. All I heard was my heart beating - what seemed like a mile a minute.

Suddenly Dave spoke: "Here are your clothes - I will leave now. There is basement door around the corner where no one will see you leave, if you want. I will be back in 15 minutes. You decide"

I did - stayed there. Waiting for my adventure to continue.



Used



Another Friday night, singles night. The married people are gone to their spouses by 8 PM and the available ones are still out. There are the occasional couple remaining, but it is pretty easy to spot that their interest is in each other. It really doesn't matter what my name or background is I'm just another single guy hoping to find Miss Right. I am one of the older gentlemen in the establishment, and I obviously have a good job. I'm here because my girlfriend of six months just broke up with me. She was offered a promotion on the east coast, a continent away, and left three weeks ago.

I order from the bartender, but ask to make mine very light throughout the night. I'm here to enjoy myself, not show what an idiot I can be. No illusions, just an expectation that it would be more real than an evening in front of the television. I throw out a twenty to make my point. 

As I look out over the building crowd, the younger ones have an air of excitement and hope. The older members of the crowd seem either quietly contemplative or desperate. I choose a seat at the quiet end of the bar. I'd rather watch and participate at will, rather than be swept up if I were in the middle. The music starts and the energy level escalates. You can feel the heat build in this closed environment as the crowd surges to a frenzied mass every seven to ten minutes. The air is filled with various colognes and perfumes, but there is that underlying muskiness and hint of perspiration. It's a nice club, popular but not so crowded that there isn't even standing room, mostly upwardly mobile sorts.

I noticed her when she entered. She was wearing a sundress that seemed tailored to her, not overtly sexy, but conservatively casual. She was attractive, though not beautiful, but certainly all woman. Her demeanor was petulant but had a hint of fear and it intrigued me immediately. Working her way to the bar, she ordered a Spritzer. Searching the layout of the club, she saw that there was room by where I was and made her way over. As she arrived by me, I suggested that she take my stool so she could be more comfortable. I was taught to make such offers to ladies as a matter of course. 

"Thank you, I thought manners went out of style in the sixties." She extended her hand to me saying, "My name is Roxie. Thank you for your kindness."

"My pleasure, Roxie. I'm Josh." I answered, taking her offered handshake.

I took a couple of steps away from Roxie to give her some space and she looked at me questioningly.

"I don't want to encroach on your ability to attract dance partners. I'm just watching what is going on." I answered her expression.

There was a group of younger fellows about the center of the bar and a couple of them kept checking Roxie out. From their actions, I surmised that this group of arrogant little bastards was not too far removed from the frat house. Two of them were talking animatedly while leering at Roxie. The more gregarious of the two started to wander towards our corner.

"Hey babe lets get out there and show everyone how to have fun!" He said with that predatory look in his eye and a smirk on his face.

I could tell this fine specimen was destined for mediocrity, but truly believed he was "the thang".

I was relieved when Roxie told the young man that she just wanted to relax for a while. She gave me a sideward's glance and we both smiled amusedly.

Roxie said "Move a little closer. I think I would rather have you protect me from our future captains of commerce. than have to get blunt with them later."

We smiled at each other and tried to have a little small talk over the din of the club. After about a half hour, we started to make occasional trips to join the masses in celebration of the evening. The third set of the night was just ending and some of the crowd was getting quite wound up, especially the frat house boys. Sensing that we had reached a point where well wishers were going to try to impose their hopes and wills on us, I asked Roxie if she would like to take a walk along the boardwalk. We were at a beachfront club. She accepted and we welcomed the cool salty air and let the constant rhythm of the surf calm and soothe us. 

As we walked Roxie told me that she was separated from her husband because he had cheated on her. She was very upset about it because she had never broken her vows, and their sex life had taken a serious downturn over the last year and a half. Roxie's husband claimed that it wasn't an affair, but just a one night stand while he was in a drunken stupor. She apparently did not believe him and there seemed to be coldness about her as Roxie related the events as told by her husband, Rick. She had filed for divorce and this was her first night out alone since the breakup. As she concluded her tale, she looked up at me and asked quietly if I would hold her. We melded together and I inhaled the clean fresh scent of her hair, and tried to keep myself calm. It was a losing struggle. We continued our walk for the next hour making small talk and reveling in our intimate embraces. Towards the end of the walk we kissed four different times with increasing passion each time. This was turning out to be a night I had hoped for since my girlfriend dumped me. I was looking forward to the start of a new relationship with Roxie and my spirits were rising. We reached the front of the club and presented our tickets to the valets. I was just about to ask Roxie if I could see her again when she asked if I would like a cup of coffee, "My place is only ten minutes from here." I accepted and followed her to an upscale subdivision. 

She parked in the driveway and I parked on the street. The house was dark except for a light at the front door and a dim light in the living room. We met at her car and walked hand in hand to the front door. Unlocking the door quietly we entered the foyer and quietly closed the door. The dim light of the living room to the left cast a romantic glow into the foyer and we fell into a passionate kiss. When we broke, she looked at me with half closed eyes and in a husky voice asked if I wanted to skip the coffee and follow her upstairs. I nodded eagerly because she knew she had the desired effect on me. We started up the stairs when we heard a rustling from the living room couch. 

In a sleepy voice and a combined yawn we heard, "How was your night out with the girls?" 

With sudden realization, Rick and I looked at each other in shock! I was in a near panic as Roxie looked at me and explained, "Oh, that's just my husband." I watched Rick as a defeated man fell so completely apart that there was nothing left but a shell. There was no rage in his eyes, just emptiness. I quickly shifted my look to Roxie and was greeted by such a vindictive sneer that I thought I was looking at Satan incarnate! Roxie reached for my hand and started to lead me back up the stairs until I saw the toys on the landing and I was jerked back to reality. 

I threw Roxie over my shoulder and turned back down the stairs. Walking up to Rick, I dropped Roxie next to him very unceremoniously. It was my turn now!! 

"Rick, I had no clue what Roxie was up to. She told me that you two were separated and she had filed for divorce. Roxie, you led me to believe that you lived alone. I had no idea that your husband was still here and your kids were in the house. I liked you and was entertaining ideas of starting a relationship with you, but if you're this cold and conniving, I wouldn't trust you to save my life! What you were planning on doing with me with your kids present is damn near criminal"

I turned to Rick, "Rick, I hope you accept my deepest apologies for what I hope you realize is my inadvertent part in tonight's events. I certainly would never have come here if I had known."

Looking at both of them I continued," I don't know the specifics of your relationship, but you've both done a pretty good job of destroying each other. You both need professional help right now, because you have a child or children involved. I'm leaving and wish you both the best, but I hope to never see either of you again. I'm calling 911 because of the children."

I left before Roxie or Rick could react. I did not know what would happen if and when they came to their senses. I called 911 and told them there was a possible child endangerment and promised the operator I'd wait for the unit to arrive, unless someone came out the door of the house. When the unit arrived and they had entered the house, one officer came to see me and I related my story of the evening. I gave my information and asked if I may leave, and was allowed to do so. There was an investigation and I never was informed of the outcome, but I had never felt so used in my life. Just two people trying to destroy I don't know how many lives. From that experience I realized what the true ramifications are when a marriage goes bad. 



Used



I'm not sure how some men just know, but it has happened a few times in the last year. I'll be going about my normal daily routine, maybe getting groceries or taking a class, and after a brief, innocent conversation with someone, they'll ask. It hits me hard every time, because it comes out of nowhere. How could they possible know? Is it stamped on my forehead? Or is it that ingrained in who I am that it is evident in everything that I do? Well, it happened again last week, but it ended up being a little different. 

I was in my Algebra class, and since it was the beginning of the semester, I really didn't know anyone. That's the worst thing about the first few weeks, you don't really know who you can study with or who is going to be so irritating that you want to avoid them at all costs. I try to keep to myself until I can better judge the group I have to work with. 

I've known that I am submissive for about 4 years and have always embraced it. I have had the experiences that all subs have in trying to find a Dom that has understands the whole dynamic of the relationship. I have, also through numerous experiences, decided that I will only serve and fuck black men. There is just something about that which does it for me, having a big black cock shoved down my throat, making me gag, gets me wetter than anything else can.

I was early to class and took my usually seat about half way back against the wall. There were only a few other people there when he walked in. I didn't know his name, but we had talked a couple of times before. He came to sat behind me like usual. I turned around to say hello, and noticed how good he looked. He was about 6'2, muscular (and wore shirts that displayed it nicely), and smelled so good. I hadn't had sex in a couple of weeks, which seemed like an eternity to me. He started to walk to the desk in front of me and then realized that it was the wrong one, but in his brief few seconds of deciding, he as standing with his crotch at eye level. I could tell his dick was huge at such a close distance and wished that he would just whip it out and shove it in my mouth, pinning me to the wall. Of course he didn't, but a girl can hope.

When he sat down, we started to chat about the class work, and when I told him I was having trouble understanding the section we were in, he asked if I wanted him to come over and we could study together. We arranged for Sunday evening, and I gave him my address. When I asked his name, he said, "You can just call me Master." I know the look that came over my face. It is of utter shock. I didn't say a word. I didn't want to confirm his assumption, but I couldn't be disobedient and disagree. Luckily, before I had to reply, he said, "I'm kidding, my name is David." That was a relief, but then I didn't know if he could tell, or if that was a joke he used on everyone that was flirting with him. 

Sunday came quickly. At 5:30 I heard a knock on the door. I invited him in and, out of habit, locked the door behind him. We sat on the couch and started to talk. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, and when I returned, he was standing in front of my linen closet, where I keep all my toys and props. I was really scared for him to find them, so I instinctively shut the closet door without thinking and asked what he was looking for. 

"I found what I was looking for. Go sit on the couch and wait for me, slut." 

He left me there for a few minutes, and the anticipation killed me. I was instantly wet when he called me slut, and couldn't wait to see what he was planning. He came back over to where I was sitting carrying rope, clamps, a gag and a whip. "This should do for now," he calmly said. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. He placed me in the middle of the room. 

"You are going to stand here with your arms behind your head until I tell you otherwise. You are going to listen to the rules and then we will proceed."

"I own you now, and you will do whatever I say. Do you understand?" I hesitantly said, "Yes." I knew I had messed up from the look in his eyes. He lifted his hand and slapped me across the face. 

"Yes, Master." I corrected myself. 

"No panties anytime you are going to see me, this includes in class."

"Yes, Master"

"If I tell you to do something and you disobey, you will be punished."

"Yes, Master"

"You are not allowed to cum unless I give you permission."

"Yes, Master"

"I will share you with anyone that I want to and you will serve them as you serve me."

"Yes, Master"

"Good girl." We stepped closer to me and pulled my shirt off. My huge tits fell out from under my bra as he removed it also. He grabbed each nipple and roughly twisted, making me want to reach down and push his hands away, but I knew better. I tried to contain myself, but I let out a low whimper when the pain got to be too much. "Did that hurt, slut? I like to hear you whine in pain, it makes me enjoy it that much more." He reached down and removed my pants and panties. He then cleared the coffee table in the middle of the room. 

I could only imagine what was coming next. He got the rope and walked towards me. He grabbed my tits and tightly binded each separately, then took the rope around both. Once secure, he wrapped it around my back and under my breasts a couple of times and dropped the excess to the ground. He walked behind me and made me spread my legs, pulling the rope against my cunt and finally tying to the rope around my back. He secured it and laughed to himself. 

"Straddle the table, but don't sit down. I want your legs spread on each side of it. Lean forward and support you weight with your hands on the table too. I want that ass and cunt in full view to be beat and you tits hanging, begging to be tortured."

I did as he said. He tied my ankles to the legs of the table so I couldn't move. The rope was rough against my clit as I tried to position myself to his liking. He walked over in front of me and I looked up at him, with a pleading look, hoping to get some pity and not experience such a rough beating as he seemed to have planned. He slapped my in the face again. I did not have permission to look at him. "I don't want the neighbors to hear you, so its time for the gag. I'll still be able to hear you whine and cry, though." 

He put the gag in my mouth and walked away. I was laid out just waiting to be used. The cold air brushing my wet cunt and ass just reminded me how vulnerable I really was. 

I didn't see him for a minute, but felt a hard sting on the back of my thighs. Before I could take in the pain, there was another and another. Each lash made my dangling breasts shake and hurt with the rope digging into them. I contained my cries, but wouldn't be able to hold them much longer. I could feel my wet cunt juice start to dampen my legs. He gently caressed my glistening lips and then, in the same stroke, pinched my exposed clit until I started bucking in pain. This only made it hurt more, making the rope dig into my tits and cunt tighter. He didn't say a word, but I felt the whip come down on my ass and pussy. He kept whipping me harder and harder until I was crying. He rubbed me everywhere he had lashed, and I could feel the heat coming off me from the tender areas he had abused. 

I assumed he would slow down, since I was crying, but that seemed to excite him more. He removed his clothes and came to stand in front of me. I didn't look at him this time, knowing better. His cock as a hard, thick 10" right in front of me, but with the gag on I couldn't get a taste. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head to the position he wanted it. He slapped me with his hard dick for a few minutes, making sure to mix his precum and my tears all over my face. He reached down and placed the clamps on my dangling nipples, causing me to jump. He yanked on the chain as he continued to keep his cock near my cheek.

I cunt was aching to be fucked. I was ready for him to stick anything in it to get me off. Then the doorbell rang. I anxiously shook my head "no", not knowing who it was. What if it was my neighbors checking up on me? Had I invited anyone else over?

"Now it's time to have some fun!" David said. He answered the door and 2 of his friends walked in. After trying to figure out if I knew them, I just dropped my head in defeat. 

"I got her primed and ready to be fucked like a good little cumslut. Her ass and tits are probably sore, but she can take some more. She hasn't been fucked yet either, so her holes are fresh for you to use. I want this bitch covered in cum the way she deserves it." 

One of the new guys came over and removed my gag, while holding my neck, almost choking me. "I want you to take this cock all the way down your throat, I don't care if you start gagging, don't stop sucking." 

I opened my mouth and he slid his 8" all the way to the back of my mouth. He started slowly, so I could take it. I felt someone move the rope to the side and shove their dick inside my dripping cunt. It felt so good to be filled from both ends, being totally ravished by cock. The cock in my mouth started going deeper and faster, making me gag over and over. That made the muscles in my pussy contract around the hard, penetrating weapon raping me from behind. When the David started whipping my tits with the clamps still attached, it was too much for me. I was ready to explode, and it only took a few more seconds of being used to send me over the edge. I came so hard I was whimpering on the cock in my mouth and spasming on the one in my cunt. As I was cumming I realized that I had not asked permission to cum. Hoping he didn't notice, I just enjoyed the release while I was still getting plugged.

This made the men inside of me fuck me even harder, the one in my mouth cumming first. He started to shoot his load down my throat but pulled out half way, making sure to cover my face with is thick juice too. The guy fucking me from behind kept at it, harder than before until he started to cum too. He pulled his cock out of me and squirted all over my back and down my ass, which eventually slide down to my already soaked pussy. 

David was watching as my face and back were covered in cum. "Stand up, but don't wipe yourself off." I stood, legs still spread over the table. I was dizzy and didn't know how long I could stand up. One of the men came and stood behind me, helping me to keep my balance. "You are not covered with nearly enough cum yet. Sit, straight down, with that open cunt on the table. I sat and he stood in front of me, stroking his cock in my face. He was hitting my sore, clamped nipples with each stroke, making me want to scream. The man behind me reached down and stuck his hand between me and the table, rubbing my clit gently. I came again, getting my juices all over the table underneath me. David slapped me again and came on my tits, letting some of his cum hit the table too. 

He untied my legs, removed the clamps and positioned me on my knees beside the table. "Lick up that mess bitch." As I cleaned the mixture of juices with my tongue, he rubbed the cum from the other two men all over my body. When I finished cleaning he table, I licked his hand clean. 

I couldn't believe what I had just done. I felt so used and satisfied. 

"Go shower, I'll see you in class and again every Sunday for some more lessons." As then were walking out the front door, David turned back and said, "Don't think I didn't notice that you came without permission. We'll take care of that punishment in class."

I knew it would be a good semester.



Used



As I look around me, I can scarcely believe the position that I have found myself in; lying prone, at the center of a male mob.

My disbelief is tempered not by fear, but excitement that curls low in my belly and wets my thighs. It is the realization of a dream that confronts me now. In the flesh; proud, hard, swollen manflesh, leveled at my face, ready to anoint me. 

Already I have been baptized by countless streams. It drips from my nose, chin and lips, and coats my tongue with the taste of many men. It pearls in my hair, and glistens on my exposed breasts. It even trickles between my legs, having made a slow and sinuous descent down my body as my mouth overflowed. 

But I want more; always more. My hunger is never satisfied, my thirst is never quenched. 

It's clear that I will get what I want and need. There are men standing around me in a cluster several bodies deep; all of them stroking themselves in anticipation. 

They make remarks that both shame and exhilarate me. They call me whore. Slut. Filthy cunt. Cumhole. 

I am all those things and more. It's more than a role to play, it's what I am. 

I know you are here, but I have lost sight of you. I want you to see me. I want you to witness my humiliation and depravity and be proud of your whore. 

Fingers roam my body, pinching, pulling, tweaking and then, entering as I gasp and writhe. I don't want to enjoy the violation, but I can't control the tide of pleasure that sweeps through me. I am nothing to these men but a hole and a receptacle. The thought makes me burn with shame and desire. 

The fingers fill me roughly and my hips, of their own accord, move in silent invitation to go deeper. I need this. I know it, and you know it. It's why you brought me here. And I am profoundly grateful that you know my secrets. 

I search for you, even as another man fills my mouth with his hot seed. I swallow and lick my lips with relish, putting on a show, hoping you can see me; hoping I am pleasing you with my wantonness and my greed. 

Soon I am caught up in the excitement, mindless of anything except the cocks I am sucking, the cum I am swallowing, the fingers I am riding with wild abandon. I am frenzied and frantic as I slurp and suck and swallow. I forget you and forget myself.

Nothing exists or matters except the next cock and the next load of cum.

I realize that I am grunting and whimpering like an animal as I relish what I am given and then beg for more. I also realize that I don't care. 

Suddenly, your voice is in my ear, sweet and seductive. Even through the haze of lust and cum, your voice reaches me and I feel your touch; warm and fleeting.

"That's it my sweet whore. Take it. Swallow it all like the depraved little cumslut you are. Suck those cocks harder. Work for that cum." 

As always, I obey you. The cock in my mouth swells and jumps as I suck voraciously, demonstrating to you that I will always do as you ask. 

"Deeper whore, take it deeper." 

It's a struggle, but I relax the muscles in my throat and the cock surges relentlessly forward. Soon, it is buried in my throat, cutting off my air. I look to you for reassurance, trying not to panic as the breath is stolen from me by the cock sealing my mouth and throat. 

Your eyes meet mine and I am calmed. You hold my gaze as my throat is ruthlessly fucked, lending me your strength. 

I feel more fingers; yours, I realize. Tenderly, they lubricate the only empty hole with my own juices. I groan around the cock in mouth, realizing what is about to happen. It is not a groan of protest, but one of encouragement. I want my ass to be opened and plundered by you. With a sudden, hard thrust, you bury them deeply. I buck and jerk as you finger me. 

The man fucking my face gasps and swears as the scream dying in my throat reverberates against his sensitive flesh. It sends him over the edge and I feel warmth in my belly as he spews deep inside me. I am disappointed that I can't taste the hot, delicious cum, but I can do nothing but accept. My needs and desires don't matter. 

He pulls out of my mouth, and I inhale deeply through my nose, coughing and gagging as he withdraws. You hold up your free hand in a gesture of prohibition. Though countless men still wait with cocks in hand, I am not to be used further for the moment. 

The fingers in my cunt disappear at your command as well, and then it is only you, my Master, filling me. 

To my surprise and delight, I feel your warm breath upon my swollen, throbbing cunt, and then, the slow, deliberate swipe of your velvet tongue. I sigh with anticipation as I realize that I am going to be allowed to cum. My master is going to pleasure me. I am a truly privileged slut to be treated to such a luxury. 

I relax as your tongue bathes my fevered flesh; teasing and tasting, bringing me to the brink and then pulling me back again and again, until I am writhing with torment and the all consuming need to cum. 

I forget that I am being watched. I forget that I am covered in cum, and that my belly is filled with even more from men I don't know and will never see again. I forget that they wait still to use me yet again. 

All I know, all I feel, all I can think about, is cumming. But I don't, and I won't, until you tell me to do so. I know you want me to beg, but I am not that far gone yet. You are skillful, however, and it doesn't take long before I am willing to say whatever you want to hear. 

"Please Master, I need to cum so badly." 

My legs are shaking and my impassioned plea is a whispered gasp. 

"Is that how a proper slut begs? I don't think so. You'll have to do better than that cunt." 

I want to sob with frustration, but instead I take a deep breath and try again. 

"Master, I beg you, please allow this worthless whore to cum. I don't deserve it, but I need it so badly."

You are silent as you study me. You eyes are inscrutable, and I am unsure of whether my entreaty was well received. I try again. 

"I'll pay for the privilege Master. I'll do whatever you ask. You know there are no limits to how far I will go to please you! Please, please let me cum!" 

The men standing around us laugh at my desperation and call me more names. They enjoy seeing me beg. They like to see me shamed and humiliated. It only fuels the fire of my desire. 

Your fingers move inside me roughly, fucking me even harder, and making me gasp with the pleasure and the pain. I can't help crying out. 

"Is that what you want, whore?" 

You'll make me say it, you always do. You know it shames me and of course, that's why you do it. It's your ambrosia, my humiliation. 

"Yes, that's what I want, Master." 

Abruptly, your fingers leave my grasping hole with slick, sucking sound. I knew it wouldn't be good enough for you, and now, I am empty. 

"That's not good enough, slut, and you know it. Now tell me." 

You deliver a hard stinging slap to the tender mound between my legs. The men gathered around us cheer you on, enjoying my pain, demanding that I give you what you want, demanding that I behave the way a whore should. And because I am nearly incoherent with need, I comply. 

"Yes, Master, I want you to finger my ass. Do it hard, make it hurt. Pleeeeeeeeassssse." 

My hips move lewdly up and down, seemingly of their own volition. I need the pressure of your fingers inside me, the warmth of your tongue, the heat of your gaze, the balm of your approval. 

"That's my good little whore. My filthy little beggar." 

Your fingers enter me again, roughly. I like the abruptness of the intrusion, the suddenly full feeling as my ass expands to accommodate you. You know it and you laugh as I moan and then fuck me hard, tearing at the tender flesh, offering no mercy, allowing no protest. 

You lower your head once again to bathe my cunt and clit with your tongue. It's almost more than I can bear, but I must wait. I know that to cum without permission is unpardonable. 

You motion the men closer to my face, which is upturned in rapture. They move in and begin to stroke themselves in earnest, milking the hard flesh. 

As the men get closer to release, your tongue lashes me harder and faster. I am teetering on the brink of an explosive orgasm, but I fight it off, waiting for your permission. I am moaning loudly and writhing uncontrollably. The men around me stroke faster and faster, feeding off of my sexual frenzy. They breathe heavily, and I know it won't be long before I am once again bathed in cum. 

I raise my head slightly to implore you. Our eyes meet, and the permission is there. You nod, and whisper against my damp and swollen flesh. 

"Cum." 

It seems that I feel the word, rather than hear it, but it's enough. My orgasm hits and I open my mouth in a soundless scream; head thrown back, back arched and breasts upthrust. 

The first hot blast of cum lands directly on my tongue, while spasms of pleasure still wrack my body. It's followed by another and another, until it becomes a torrent raining down upon my face and chest as the men beating off around me erupt together, driven to their own release by the sight of my unabashed ecstasy. 

It's too much, it's too good. The taste of cum in my mouth, the fullness in my ass, the pressure of your tongue...my senses are overloaded and my orgasm is followed by a second smaller, but equally satisfying one. 

And then, while I am still gasping and senseless, you stand up and ram your cock deep inside me. Instinctively, my spasming cunt grasps you and pulls you in. Only you belong there. You fuck me hard, battering my slick and swollen insides, wringing more cries from my ravaged throat, bringing forth another tide of wetness from deep inside me. 

You reach up to grab my hair, wrenching my head upward so that my eyes meet yours once again. You look into my cum covered face as you fuck me. I don't know what you see there, but whatever it is, it makes you cum quickly, breathing hard and thrusting harder. You explode inside me; denying me the taste of you, but allowing me the truly profound pleasure of feeling your hot seed bathe my tender insides. 

Pulling out of me, you walk to my head and present your softening cock for me to clean. It's a familiar task, and one that I perform with pleasure. I relish the taste of our mingled juices. And then, I open my mouth for you to use in one final act of degradation. 

Smiling down at me, you unleash a flood of warm, fragrant piss. I gulp it down, striving to swallow every drop. Despite my efforts, a few drops escape my lips and run down my body in streaming yellow rivulets. 

When you are finished, you give my hand a squeeze and whisper in my ear. 

"That was good, whore. You've made me proud tonight." 

You turn to face the crowd. 

"Do what you will with the cunt, boys. I'm finished with her." 

And you leave me there. Naked. Filthy. Proud. It doesn't matter what else happens to me now. I've pleased my Master. I've served my purpose. 

I am satisfied with myself.



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This is a work of complete fantasy and if you are offended by someone being forced to submit than you are in the wrong section. I love feedback and look forward to hearing all that you have to say. Please enjoy.

Edited by: licketysplit725

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I want to walk into a bar full of men wearing only a short denim skirt that says touch me. My shirt would be really low cut and tight where if I bend over I would fall out. I want to be fondled and touched and taken advantage of. I want them to put their hands where they don't belong and have you make me allow them to. I would be forced to walk through the crowd and not defend myself. They could pull and prod me any way you saw fit.

I would turn and look at you and beg you with my eyes to stop this humiliation ... but you would just nod your head and say no, knowing I want it but just cannot admit it. One of the men would walk up to me and thrust his cock at me and you say "on your knees slut". Kneeling down talking him in my mouth you bend over and lift my skirt so that all can see that I am bare and that they can touch anything they see.

You now have to struggle to stay near me, because they all want some. I can feel rough hands pulling my ass cheeks apart, wanting what lies between. Grabbing my skirt, the men want to bury their cocks in my very unprotected holes. I pull my mouth off of the cock I am sucking and beg you to make them use protection. 

Shaking your head you look at the cock, and I start sucking again, knowing that if I don't, much worse will happen. Pulling my ass to him after getting himself fully hard he slams his cock into my pussy dry ... making me cry out! He fucks harder, laughing because I am not fighting it and he starts pounding harder ... making me scream on the cock in my mouth. 

"Please!" ... my mind is screaming!" Pulling my skirt you adjust it so that someone can get underneath me causing the cock in my pussy to lodge even deeper. The cock going down my throat makes me gag as I feel my nipples being sucked on, then bitten slightly so that I know that someone is there. They extend my nipples to have their way... anyway they want. After they pull and stretch my nipples farther than I had thought possible they move to my clit, not caring that I am being fucked.

One sucks my clit hard ... screaming, I start shaking in an orgasm that I was not aware was even coming. Everyone starts laughing that the slut is hot for cock! Someone else is now under me and my clit and nipples know no relief. As the cock fucking my face starts to explode, I try and pull away only to be held firm. He has his hands around my head forcing me to allow his cum to gush down my throat. Not having any other choice, I feel the cum slide down to my belly, only the first of many deposits! Holding on to my skirt the man fucking me starts to buck; slamming me against him, shooting his sperm deep within my unprotected pussy. Pulling me up, they dragged me to the table, throwing me on my back so that my head fell back and my butt was off the table. I am literally bending over both ends giving the cock at my mouth a great angle: straight down my throat. 

I feel someone get on top of me, slap my tits around a little and then shove his cock between them and start to fuck my tits, holding them by nipples only, pulling to make it nice and tight for him, causing me to thrash around on the table. My hands are filled with two cocks unable for me to use to protect my tender tits. I don't know where you are any longer, as I am lost to my own need. I can feel my clit being pulled again; sucked, bitten, kissed. I am going crazy! It is too much; almost painful. I would never find release like this ... But they did not care; they are here for their own pleasure and they will use me however they see fit. 

Pulling the sides of my pussy wide I could feel someone licking me clean, tonguing my cunt to clean out all of the juice and sperm; literally eating what is inside. It doesn't feel like a man's mouth; while not gentle it's not rough with stubble, smooth to my skin. I am so close I start to shudder, shaking with need for a release. My nipples burning, my throat filled yet again... I am so close too!

She is pulled away; forced to stop ... I cry out in frustrated desperation. Soon I am going to start begging these men to be fucked! Then I could feel it ... a cock is close to my pussy, throbbing and drooling. My legs are then pulled back, giving access to all that makes me a woman, opening my pussy wide, stretching ... slam! The largest cock I have ever felt just slammed into my now damp pussy... It feels like a jack hammer is fucking me! Then it happens ... I fucking explode, spraying cum all over him... It looks like I peed everywhere... only it tastes much nicer ... pulling the woman up they made her lick my cum up while he finished fucking me. It did not take him long to cum as my pussy is throbbing like never before. Sucking, milking his cock as if it was to give my cunt new life. Finally softening enough to where he can pull out, I am flipped over.

I look for you ... where are you? Now I am scared; what do they plan on? How much more of this will you allow? I see you standing off a little ways with your cock in your hand and a grin on your face and I know what you will allow.

No, I beg; I shake my head, pleading that you stop only to have you shake your head and tell me to take it. I know then you are mad at me. I have enjoyed this and you are going to punish me for my desires. I understand I can take it for you. I will show you what I will do for you.

My ass cheeks are spread as large hands from two different men hold me apart ... I feel so exposed, so violated, so ready to cum... I did not want what was going to happen to happen; that doesn't mean that I was not turned on. I was dripping. They shove fingers in my pussy; different hands all wanting to get in. I feel the first finger push in ... slowly, softly kind of and I thought for a split second that this was going to be pleasant and that it would not be so bad. When the finger pulled out of my ass only to shove three fingers in at one time!

I scream and scream until someone shouts that I need my mouth filled again. Mid-scream a cock lodged into my throat causing me to choke, gag, cough on the cock ... whoever it was had been so turned on that he shot down my throat only seconds after he is down my throat bringing on more chocking and gagging. I am not able to recover because another cock is shoved into my mouth and the hand that is forcing its fingers up my ass are being pulled, but five others are eager to take its place, causing pinching and stretching and so much pain. Then all of it was gone, nothing touched my ass.

Then I feel her again. They make her clean my ass with her tongue, stating that they did not want to get their cocks dirty. They forced her face deep in my crack ordering her to clean me out so they could fuck me. Crying, I feel her slowly stick her tongue in my tender hole, it is so soothing after their hands and fingers... I feel for her but it feels so damn good. She is slow and tender at first not wanting to do what they are making her do but getting into it all the same. Bringing her hand up I feel her touch my clit, causing me to shudder with need. I don't want her to stop; what she is doing feels so good. Her tongue slips past my ring into my ass driving me crazy all the while stroking my clit.

I am so close, so close even the cock in my mouth feels good - I am enjoying my face being fucked ... nothing ... they pull her off of me again! So fucking close I start screaming, wanting, needing an orgasm, only to have my stomach filled again. The cock in my mouth could not stand the vibrations of my screams; I gag on him as he shoots his load. Needing a sec. as he pulled out, I tuck my head. I was so tired from NOT being able to cum ... I just wanted to cum.

That was when I felt it ... the head of the first cock to enter my virgin ass. I was not ready; I was not wet enough there! NO, NO! I started thrashing only to be held down, forced to take it. Forced to submit. They pulled my cheeks apart again and I could feel the head of the cock at my entrance pushing in, pushing past the natural barrier stretching me wider than I had ever remember being before, so tight because he was not wet and I was barley lubed. I felt every slip as he forced his way into my bowels; as soon as he was in he pulled out just as slowly causing me to feel everything, oh the pain... My wrist over my head was pulled up and my hands were pulled out. I was not to get a reprieve as my ass was being abused. 

Cocks went everywhere, mouth, hands, even two cocks played for my mouth, each one trying to find its way in at the same time. My ass ... oooh ... he was moving faster now, enjoying the feel; I could hear him breathing, grunting, his hands went to my hips throwing off the other hand that held me. Grabbing an anchor so he could thrust harder... faster - I did not think I could bear it any longer. I felt I was going to burst from the pain when he shot so hard, I could feel it blasting deep inside me coating me with his seed, soothing my pain and allowing me to relax. As his thrust slowed he was forcibly removed and another took his place, not giving me any break.

I did feel her hands though as she slid under me under the table, forgotten but wanting to give me a moment of pleasure. I felt her hands on my clit stroking it, restoring the fire that was just banked but not gone. Oh! I felt myself start to enjoy it; everything: the sensations, the abuse, I was writhing, shuddering and spasming in the strongest orgasm yet! OH! I felt good, but nobody was happy with her as I set off every cock within my touch just by sheer force! The cocks in my hand were squeezed so hard cum shot on my back like a fountain, the one in my mouth again filled my belly, and the one in my ass was the one that had it the worst ... My muscles clenched down pulling everything out of him that he had to give and then some. I could hear him scream as I clamped him within me. Trying to fight back he fucked me hard using every bit of strength he had to fuck me through the orgasm increasing the pleasure for both of us. Finally he was pulled away and I was so weak; they pulled me up and I saw the pride in your eyes. 

I knew you were happy with me and that I had done well. For you I would be able to do anything. You walked over to me and pulled me off of the table, telling me I had done a good job, but that you had just one more thing for me to do before I could rest. I looked at you and knew what you wanted to happen ... I knew because "I" wanted it to happen; I had just not realized it yet. You sat me down and gave me a glass of water and told me to wait. You walked around the room of men in various stages of hard-ons and you looked for what you wanted until you found them; two of the largest thickest men there. You wanted them to fuck me at the same time.

Pulling me over to the pool table the largest of the two laid down and I crawled on top, eager for his cock to be inside me. I was so wet and wanted this so much. Guiding his cock into my pussy willingly for the first time that night I realized something: you really did know me better then I knew myself, I loved being forced to do this. Suck cock and take it up the ass! I gladly slid down his cock enjoying being stretched in every way, filling me up so full. I laid down on him only to have the other man push me flat and spread me. He needed to be inside now, so long had he waited for this, grabbing his cock he drove it deep into my ass again, filling me so fucking full, for a moment I could not move due to the pain ... OH! my God the pain! Then they started to move and the pain slipped into pleasure, allowing me to enjoy being filled and held. It was crazy - all of us want to move, to thrust, to move. Finally I realized I was moving even if I was not; I just felt allowing the need to build up to make me fly. I was so close as these two men moved within me causing me great pleasure I could feel it, looking up at you I whispered, "Thank you." and exploded! While the two men stroked to catch up I shuddered again and met then with another orgasm when they went off causing us all to spasm with need! 

After a few minutes, you strut up to the pool table and assist me down, kissing me, hugging me and telling me what a great job I did! I feel so loved and proud! I am so thankful! You turn and thank the men in the bar and apologize if not everyone was able to participate but that we would be coming back!



Used



She liked the idea of using him for his cock. A lot. In fact, she often fantasized about a world where men existed only for her pleasure, mouths and pricks to please her whenever she desired. Would these males get their own gratification from their activities in satisfying her? She didn't care one way or the other, so long as they performed as often and as long as she demanded. It was a daydream that had, as of yet, only existed in her kinky imagination. But tonight she decided she wanted to live her fantasy. 

He enjoyed their roleplays together, their experiments in power exchange and psychological sex games. She often took control and they both enjoyed all the facets of this arrangement, though his interests rarely strayed into being used for his cock -- he was much more inclined toward her superior role as a humiliatrix, forcing him to kiss the toes of her gorgeous friends or endure her mocking belittlement or beg hopelessly for sexual release. She knew this. She knew that simply being used for his cock was not his roleplay of choice, that he would get little from it. He certainly would never request such a game. And this excited her all the more. After all, this way tonight she would be using him . . . for real.

She immediately struck on a problem, though. Just the idea of this game already made her pussy hungry for pleasure, and as her lips started to moisten in her panties she realized he'd never last long enough to be used to her full satisfaction. Her mind raced, attacking this problem and searching for a way to make her fantasy a reality. Desensitizing cream? A cock ring? An initial ruined orgasm so he would last longer? All held appeal and might keep him hard, but were uncertain. Finally, she came to the solution...

The little blue pill. He'd gotten a sample once from the doctor but never taken it. This, suddenly, seemed like the ideal time for a test run. She smiled to herself as she pulled open the bathroom drawer and searched through to the bottom until she found what she was looking for. She turned it over in her hands several times, giddy at the prospect of its usefulness.

"Better living through medicine," she thought.

She popped the pill from its protective sleeve and brought it to the living room where she set it gently on the bar next to a glass of his favorite beverage, both ready for his consumption. She then awkwardly dragged the large oak table that normally filled the dining area off the kitchen into the middle of the living room. With its leaf installed it was the only thing in the house long enough to work for the game she'd constructed in her head.

Then, wandering the house, she gathered the other props she'd need to make this fantasy come true. A spandex hood that only opened over the nose and mouth; three enormous rolls of black bondage tape that had sat, unused, in their toy chest for many years; several pieces of rope; a roll of duct tape; and, finally, a soft mattress pad that she placed over the table, both to protect the wood and her evening's victim.

Finally, she went to the closet to select her outfit. She poured over the options -- frilly lingerie, strict leather, soft silk, sexy lace, and a variety of slutty costumes from naughty schoolgirl to Little Bo Peep to Cleopatra. After 15 minutes of careful consideration, she finally made her choice -- she'd wear exactly what she was wearing when she began her search. 

She looked over to the full length mirror to study the slacks and blouse she'd had on all day at work. It seemed the most appropriate. After all, why would she dress up for him? He was there the be used, not pleased. Plus, the idea or remaining fully clothed while he was forced to strip naked excited her. It would further emphasize his debased status, turning him both physically and psychologically into something purely there for her use.

A glance at the clock showed he'd be home soon. She'd warned him she was setting up a sexual fantasy for the evening, but had given him no details. She poured herself a stiff drink, smiling at the idea that, when he arrived, neither her outfit nor the items in the room would tip him off to her plans. It wouldn't be until after he'd taken the pill that he'd learn of his position for the evening. 

Her fingers slipped down the front of her pants and between her legs, and she found that her panties had already soaked through. She badly wanted a cock -- not his cock -- just any cock, one that she could ride for as long or short as she wanted, as fast or as slow, as hard or as soft. One that was there to serve her needs, whatever they may be. Tonight she'd get that.

She fell backward into a chair in the corner of the room, and her body tingled in anticipation. The seat was soft and cushy, and she downed the rest of her martini before leaning back into it, her fingers resting gently on her inner thigh. He'd be home in a few minutes...and she could hardly wait.

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When he pushed the door open she was already halfway through her second cocktail, and his eyes scanned the room as she greeted him softly. He muttered an unintelligible, distracted reply. She saw his gaze move from the odd table sitting in the middle of the room to the pile of toys she's prepared and then back again, trying without success to determine what she'd prepared. She was delighting in the mystery she'd created, and she beckoned him to come in. 

She didn't rise to meet him as he pushed further into the room, though; she simply offered him the drink she'd poured earlier and suggested he take the blue pill sitting next to it. His lips curled up at the proposition, and she knew what he was thinking -- that her game for the evening was simply to try out the sexual enhancement drug that had been sitting in the bathroom drawer unused for the better part of a year. Little did he know...

Without a word he made his way to the bar, tossed the tablet into his mouth, and downed his drink in three big gulps. He turned back to her, probably expecting to head straight for the bedroom. Instead, she rose from her chair, a grin on her face, and said, "Perfect. Now we will begin my little fantasy."

She caught a brief look of puzzlement as it washed across his face, but he quickly shrugged it off and nodded, seemingly ready for whatever she might have in store. No doubt the double shot of whiskey he'd just swallowed helped make him compliant, but she knew he was always up for trying any of her fantasies, and she was desperate to begin.

"Tonight," she stated, simply, "I will be using you." His eyes widened a bit, and she knew he wasn't exactly sure what this meant. At least he didn't know the extent to which she'd use him. She loved that. 

"First, strip."

It wasn't barked out as an order, simply as a matter-of-fact statement with which there was clearly no arguing. Without hesitation he started pulling off his clothes, dropping them onto a pile on the floor. When he was down to his boxers he paused and looked up at her.

"Aren't you going to get undressed? Or do you have some special outfit you're going to wear?"

She looked at him quizzically, as if he'd just asked the dumbest question in the world. Her answer was as patronizing as she could muster.

"I'll be wearing this. I'm not here to please you. I told you, I'm going to use you. You're simply here for my sexual gratification. Even if you get no pleasure whatsoever out of this, that's of no concern to me."

He swallowed hard, not quite knowing what to say, and her eyes traced down his body and landed on his boxer shorts, which he was still wearing. Her eyes bore into him, and he stood, frozen, seemingly unsure of what she wanted. Finally, after a firm nod of her head, he realized what she was waiting for and he slipped the underwear down to the ground.

"Good," she said, almost dismissively, "Now fix me a drink."

She stared at his naked body as he turned to the bar and started mixing. Her body pulsed as she thrilled to the situation she was creating, a nude male "object" here to cater to her every whim. Her eyes moved over his cock, which was still relatively soft. She wasn't sure how long the pill would take to work -- or even if it would work -- but she hoped it would be soon.

When he'd finished shaking the beverage he poured it into a glass and brought it to her. She took it without a thank you and simply said, "Hands and knees." He didn't argue, and seconds later she was sitting on his back, using him as a chair while she sipped her drink. She clicked on the stereo, and as the pulsing beat of the music filled the air she felt a rush of power.

It didn't take her long to down her third martini of the evening, and as she drained the glass she stood up, telling him to stand and then lie down on the table she'd prepared. He knew enough not to question her, and she appreciated how easily he'd fallen into his role. 

The fantasy in her head was clear -- there's no way he'd be able to put his pawing, grubby hands all over her perfect body, so she started by tying his wrists and ankles, spread-eagled, to the four legs of the table. He didn't resist, but she secured him tightly, wanting him to know that he truly had no control over what was to come. She also quickly pulled the spandex hood over his head, anonymizing him and sending her deeper into her fantasy. 

Her eyes scanned down his body and she saw his cock was semi-hard. Not ready yet, but there was still time. She wanted to reduce him further to a simple appendage and mouth, so, with the large rolls of black bondage tape, she started wrapping his entire body to the table. She stretched the tape across and between his bound wrists, then passed it under the table, before pulling it again across his body. She continued this way all the way down to his feet, mummifying him to the table surface and only leaving a gap over his mouth, nose, and his still-growing cock. When she finished, he was little more than a black plastic mass with a dick bobbing out of the center, completely unable to move.

He moaned a bit as she stepped back to admire her work, tickled pink that she now had a real life dildo to use. The semi-erection bobbed slightly in the air, but it still wasn't as hard as she wanted. She decided to fish the drug's box from the trash and read more about it, and quickly discovered the problem:

This drug helps achieve harder erections for up to four hours, and will help keep you hard. You must, however, become aroused to achieve an initial erection. This drug has no effect in the absence of stimulation.

She looked back at the cock and realized she'd need to excite it for the drug to kick in, but she certainly wasn't about to suck it or even stroke it manually. That was beneath her. Instead, she decided to give him a bit more time to get aroused with the encouragement of her now-dripping pussy. So, because he now was unable to see, she slid out of her pants and g-string and climbed onto the table to straddle his head.

"Get hard!" she demanded as she pushed her engorged wet lips to his face, and his tongue quickly extended to receive them. The new added wetness on her pussy from his mouth made her clench her eyes in pleasure, and she started to ride his wrapped face, quickly nearing her first orgasm. Because his head was totally immobile she was in complete control, and she pushed her clit repeatedly across the tongue beneath her that, in her mind, now belonged to an anonymous sex slave. Her legs clenched together around his plastic-enclosed face, and she nearly suffocated him as she brought herself to orgasm on his mouth.

She rarely got off simply from oral stimulation, and her first climax was bigger than she had anticipated, no doubt because of the total power and freedom she was feeling. Her toes curled and she screamed out, "Oh fuck yeah!" as her juices dripped down onto the encased face below her. As her thrusting subsided, she lifted herself up and turned back to see his cock still bobbing in the air, but still only half-hard.

He heard her muffled grunt of disapproval, and she swung her leg up and dismounted the table to head for the bedroom. As she walked she pulled off the blouse and bra that she was still wearing, stopping briefly to admire her own naked form the the full-length mirror. The room was overwhelmed with the smell of her sex and the thumping beat of the music, and she felt consumed by her own lust. 

She was a bit irritated that she had to go to extra lengths to get her human dildo fully erect, but anything short of completely rock-hard would be a waste. Apparently she'd have to help, but she was determined to punish him for making her do so. No matter, she would get it so stiff it felt like it was about to burst. Plus, she knew that, after she got started, the little blue pill would keep it hard for as long as she wanted. After a few moments she returned to the living room, and she leaned down toward the wrapped head of her slave.

"Guess where I've been," she whispered, loud enough so he could just hear her over the music and through his bonds. "Digging through the hamper. And I found the nastiest, sweatiest sock I could down near the bottom."

He opened his mouth to respond, and, when he did, she pushed the dirty sock into his mouth. It was filthy and wreaked of sweat, and she was sure he would recoil if he wasn't fully restrained -- anybody would. But it was her next line that she knew would fully demean him.

"Do you know why that sock is so disgusting?" she asked, pausing for him to consider what she might say next. "Because it's not mine...it's yours."

She laughed wickedly, knowing this was not what he expected and certainly not any fantasy he would've ever hoped for, and as he tried to push the funky garment from his mouth with his tongue she clasped her hand over it and purred, "Oh no, no, no. Pathetic slaves who don't get hard on their own get punished. That's staying in for a bit, so you better learn to enjoy the taste."

For a moment she wished she could see his eyes and the combination of shock and pleading that they must be showing. That thought quickly disappeared, though, when she looked back at his cock to find it now fully erect, her humiliating exercise clearly having had the desired effect. She reveled in the delicious irony of him hating the things that got him excited, and the utter pleasure she felt in manipulating him with those things.

She stood by the table soaking in the scene for a moment, fingering herself gently and enjoying the anticipation of what was to come. Then, ready for her first ride, she pulled the sock from him mouth and quickly replaced it with a piece of duct tape she'd prepared.

"There," she said, "That'll keep you quieter while I enjoy myself. I wouldn't want any of your noises to distract me while I picture myself with a real man."

She gave the engorged dick a flick with her fingernail, delivering just enough pain to make him moan and test the gag -- the tape effectively muffled him. She looked up at the clock and it had only been 15 minutes since their game began, but it felt like days. She wanted it to go on forever, and her mind flashed on a fantasy of a collection of objectified slaves, all bound to a row of tables and ready for her use. She imagined the different sizes and shapes of cocks for her to choose from -- just like her collection of latex dildos -- so she could be fully satisfied, whatever her mood. Tonight, though, the cock before her was what she wanted.

She climbed up onto the table again and positioned her swollen pussy lips over the 8 inch prick that extended from the plastic mound below her. Her hand firmly grabbed the shaft, and, as she lowered herself onto the tip, an audible gasp escaped her lips as it first entered her. The wetness between her legs was so intense, though, that with one push she slid all the way down the rod, filling herself with the pulsating cock. 

She felt it twitch inside her as she started to ride it, thrusting up and down. Her hands found their way onto her firm, round breasts, and she pinched each of her nipples, moaning and slamming herself down on the dildo with more force. Visions of beautiful hard bodies, both male and female, filled her head, and she clenched her eyes shut to momentarily forget where she was. As sexual scenes permeated her imagination, she became desperate to feel her toy unleash its warm load and squirt into her -- she loved that feeling -- and she could tell it was getting close as she squeezed it between her thighs.

She sped up her thrusting. In the background, beneath the music, there was a barely audible murmur from the table, and then she felt the cock jerk and spasm twice just before it exploded and filled her dripping pussy with heat. Waves of pleasure shot through her body, and her lips tightly gripped the shaft, pulling it deeper inside. The music barely covered her loud cry of pleasure, and it seemed as if time froze as the intense orgasm flowed through every cell.

It never even occurred to her to consider if the slave tied beneath her had enjoyed his orgasm. Her fantasy had become her reality, and she had replaced her husband in her mind with an object that had the sole purpose of satisfying her. But she wasn't yet satisfied -- that orgasm came too fast, and she needed to cum one more time. Luckily the little blue pill seemed to have kicked in, because the dick she was sitting on didn't soften one bit after its orgasm.

She knew the cock would be extremely sensitive after cumming, but fortunately any protests of discomfort would be blocked by the tape deftly placed over the slave's mouth, and with her carefully executed bondage there would be no chance of escape. Not that it mattered -- she felt no pity for the anonymous object beneath her as she began to ride her toy once more.

Her mind wandered to the possibility of removing the duct tape just long enough to insert another pill so she could keep the cock hard even longer. Perhaps her friends would even want to come over for a ride. They wouldn't even recognize the "thing" strapped to the table, they'd just enjoy the pleasure of using it. She smiled at the thought of sharing her creation.

The music faded into a new song as she began to rotate her hips in small circles, beckoning the tip of the prick toward her g-spot with each rotation. She gyrated in time to the beat, and felt herself start to approach yet another climax. Despite her dripping pussy, she knew the cock must be getting sore, and the idea of torturing it with one more ride got her even more excited. 

She leaned forward and pressed her hands onto the plastic-wrapped chest of her slave, varying the speed of her fucking from fast to slow and back again. There was a swell of pleasure with each thrust, and she expertly brought herself closer and closer to climax. The music began to get louder, and as it crescendoed, so did she. 

She felt a slight movement under her ass, as if he was trying to buck upwards into her. The bondage tape kept him firmly held to the table, though, and she smirked at his predicament, knowing he had to just lay there and take it. She pushed harder on the cock, one finger moving down to tease her clit, and she imagined leaving him this way until the morning when she could wake up and use him again. 

Then, with her head thrown back she gave one final thrust and erupted into the largest orgasm she'd ever felt. Her pussy quivered around the shaft as her body, glistening with sweat, collapsed down onto the heap of plastic. She lay there for a long moment, reveling in her own pleasure, the thrill of power still coursing through her veins.

Finally she slid off of the cock and the table, and leaned against its edge to steady herself as she stood next to her slave. The prick still bobbed in the air, engorged and seemingly ready for more. She was done with her fantasy for the evening, though, so she pulled out a knife and carefully cut away the bondage tape before untying the ropes around his wrists and ankles.




Used



He sat up on the table, flushed and dazed, his purple cock clearly sore. He looked over at her, glowing in her post-orgasmic delight, and she grinned.

"Thanks," she said. "That was a fantasy come true."

He merely grunted in response, but she knew he was glad to have pleased her.

"Tomorrow will be you're night. We can do anything you want."

There was a long pause as he took a deep breath. He looked up at her tentatively.

"Anything?"

She smiled and nodded. "Anything."

And she meant it...



Used



She was sitting on the bar stool, slowly sipping her Long Island Ice Tea, feeling the burn of the liquor mixed with the coolness of the ice slide down her throat. It had been a long day and she deserved this drink. Her black pencil skirt was riding up her thighs from the smoothness of her silk stockings and the way she was forced to sit on the tall bar stool, her lilac silk shirt clung to her body and showed off her well-maintained form. Just by looking at her, you can tell she works out. Her 2 inch black heels were laying on the floor under her stool and her pedicured toes were curled around the bottom rung of the stool. Her long red hair was pulled up in a bun, with a few loose tendrils shadowing her ivory face, her almond shaped blue eyes looked like deep pools of water, and her petite small pink lips looked as if they constantly stayed moist. She was a vision.

On the stool next to her was her large over-sized purse. Her cell phone was ringing, she took it out, looked at it, and rolled her eyes, flipping open her phone with a loud sigh she said, "yes Phillip? What is it that couldn't wait until morning?" She tapped her fingers on the bar top while listening to Phillip on the phone, she stopped tapping her fingers, took a deep drink and glared into the mirror. "WHAT did you just say?" She screamed into the phone. She grabbed her purse, threw some money on the bar and said, "I am on my way. Tell Jones to unlock the gate." She slammed her phone shut, threw it in her purse and stomped out of the bar. She crawled into her jet black Mercedes, put the key in the ignition and closed her eyes while she started the car. Her mercedes was the one joy she had in life and just turning it on, she got wet.

She pulled into the gate outside work, parked in her slot and turned her car off. Grabbing her purse, she started to get out of the car when someone threw a cloth over her mouth and drug her backwards. She was flailing her arms and trying to get free, but whoever had her, wasn't letting her go. She then heard a voice say, "hold her still." A hand came in front of her face and then it went black as she was blindfolded and gagged. Each man grabbed an arm and pulled her further from her car.

After they had drug her for awhile, one let go of her arm and she felt a rope go around her wrist and felt it get tight, she then felt her arm being pulled above her head. The same was done with her other arm, she was dangling. She had no idea who had taken her or how many was there.

She felt a hand run up her leg and under her skirt, she tried to kick them away, then she felt two different hands grab her ankles and hold her still as the other person continues to run up her skirt. Then, another hand was on her other leg and before she knew it, she felt her skirt being ripped off her. She felt exposed, her t-back undies were the same shade as her shirt. She felt hands grab her shirt and RIPPPPPPPP her shirt was tore off her as well. She heard several men laughing and saying, "man, she is HOT! Look at those tits!" Fear ripped through her, she struggled to get free, she knew it was useless, but she had to try.

She felt a hand touch her face, then heard him whisper, "you and me, we are gonna dance. You are gonna give me what you have been teasing me with for years." The man then slapped her tits with a downward motion, causing her whole body to jerk, he yelled, "bring me my knife!"

She gulped, she did not know what this person had in store for her with a knife, soon she felt the coldness of the blade against her chest. The blade slide between her breasts and she felt him pull on the knife, he cut her bra off her, letting her breast spill out into the cold night air. The men whooped and yelled. She started to cry.

she heard the men walking around her, once in awhile, one would touch her. Soon, she felt the blade of the knife between her panties and right hip, he pulled on the knife and her panties fell off. The men were cheering loudly by now.

She then felt fingers rubbing on her clit, fingers rubbing her ass, one nipple was being played with, while the other one was being suckled. She was sobbing under the gag now, she had no idea how many men were there.

The men played with her and teased her until she thought she was going to loose her mind. One man told the others to step back, "time to give this bitch an attitude adjustment." The men mumbled something and she could hear them moving back. She listened in the silence for what was coming up, nothing could have prepared her............. SWAT........ SWAT........ SWAT!!!!! "Bitch! You have been teasing ALL of us for months, what with your (SWAT) short skirts and your (SWAT) low cut tops. You are lucky it is us that got you and not the security guards!". He gave her several more swats on her body, then she heard one of them move closer to her, she felt hands on her hips and then felt a hard dick press against her pussy lips, she shook her head back and forth, he pushed deep into her, moaning and grunting. She then felt a man behind her, she was thinking, "no please, not in my ass. Please no!" She was shaking her head as the man behind her pushed his dick into her ass, he pumped into her a few times and then pulled her down onto him, planting himself deep in her. The man that was deep in her pussy, started fucking her with such force and deep hard strokes, she could feel him all the way through her body. The man in her ass started to move in and out, the friction they were causing, was enough to send her over the edge. She came so hard on them, that just fueled them more. They fucked her deeper and harder, two other men grabbed a nipple a piece and were sucking and pulling on her nipples with their mouths, she came again.

The men shot their loads deep in her and pulled out. And two more were in her before she could realize it. The men all had their turns in both her holes. Her breast were sore as was her pussy and ass. Sometime during the fucking, they took her down and one guy would lay on ground while another would lower her onto him and then he would plow deep into her pussy. Her arms were still tied. The blindfold was still on, but the gag was gone and she was being force fed one cock after another.

Sometime between cocks being rammed in her mouth, one of the guys whispered in her ear, "you like this, don't you whore? Tell us you like it.". She yelled out, "I love riding your cocks and sucking on them! I love being your whore, please teach me a lesson."

Once she said that, the men were filled within re-newed vigor, they started fucking her harder and deeper. She moaned and begged for more.

Then.......she was alone and empty. She listened for some time and realized no one was around, she slowly pulled the blindfold off her eyes and saw that she was been fucked so hard and deep on the front lawn of the building where she worked. She was hoping that the men would want her again and again. She slowly got up and walked to her car, there was a note on her windshield, she opened it. "Tomorrow, don't wear panties to work, we will cum visit you throughout the day."

She smiled and drove home, looking forward to work.



Used



It happened. Nobody knows about it, but it did happen. I didn't ask for it to happen. I didn't expect it to happen. I didn't even necessarily want it to happen, but it did happen. No, I didn't fight particularly hard to prevent it from happening. It's just that I didn't want to create a scene, and I was afraid if I tried too hard to stop it, it may cause even more of a scene. I mean, my wife was there as well as about a half dozen other couples we knew. But that just seemed to make Leslie that much more determined to achieve her goal.

Leslie was married to a guy named Ryan Parker who played pick-up basketball with us on Sunday mornings. Most of the guys at this party played as well, and most of us either went to college or high school together. I only knew Ryan through basketball, but since we were all married with kids, we decided that every couple of months we'd have a party at somebody's house and include the families. The kids would run about, but mostly they ran around outside or stayed in a room where the toys, TV and video games were found. The wives would organize the spread of food on the table while talking about this and that, and the guys cooked on the grill, watched sports and drank beer. This party proved to be progressing as parties had in the past, and as usual, one of the high-lights was watching Leslie show off her amazing body.

Un-like most of the wives who either worked in an office or were house wives, Leslie was employed as a physical therapist. And, in addition to that, she was also a trained message therapist as well as a certified yoga instructor. Needless to say, Leslie had an awesome body. She stood about 5'2", maybe 130 lbs. with thick and shapely legs that demanded attention, especially when encased in creamy gray yoga pants and standing in a pair of three-inch heeled turquoise fuck-me pumps as they were on this night. On top, she wore a low-cut, turquoise camisole under a white hoody, un-zipped enough to expose her abundant cleavage. Her breasts were large and natural. Her nail color matched that of her shoes.

Leslie's blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail that exposed more of her naturally tanned skin and made her long neck seem that much more elegant and inviting. To watch her supple walk was an experience in and of its self, but to stand face to face with her and gaze into those wolf-like gray-green eyes was positively frightening; the fear was the thought that you could gladly throw it all away for a woman like this. Her eyes were mesmerizing; they were eyes a man could truly get lost in and they were difficult to look away from once they'd captured you. Soon your heart would start to race, your cock would turn to steel in your pants, and a sense of panic would begin to grip you. That's when you knew it was time to move away, fast.

Leslie Ann Parker exuded sexuality to the point where it was almost uncomfortable to be in her presence, that is, until she opens her mouth. When Leslie spoke, one would think Betty Boop had been reincarnated. She possessed a rather high pitched, nasally voice (without the Brooklyn accent) that barely rose above a sexy whisper. People thought she was joking, that no one really spoke like that. To top it off, just about everything she said was sexually suggestive, and this made her suspect to the other wives in the group. They saw Leslie as a temptress, someone with the skills, ability, and equipment to force their men to forget their vows. As a result, they made no effort to include her in their conversation. So, when not sitting by herself (and looking damn fine in the process), she was draped around her husband as he engaged the other men in manly conversation. In a way, I felt sorry for her, and that was my undoing.

"Yo, Brett," said Ethan, slapping me on the back and squeezing my shoulder for emphasis. "I'm sure you've checked out how Leslie is dressed tonight."

"No doubt, bro," I responded with a smile.

"Dude," exclaimed Justin. "I detected a lack of undergarments associated with her outfit!"

"I wouldn't know," said Steve. "I was told by my wife that I'd be castrated if she saw me so much as glance in her direction."

"How can Ryan stand to be married to her?" asked Ethan emptying the contents of a beer into his cup. "I mean, she flirts with anything male and Ryan acts like he doesn't even notice."

"I know, did you see the way those yoga pants get sucked into her butt crack like that?" asked Steve.

"Uh oh, Steve, there go your testicles," quipped Justin.

"I mean, is she a slut or does she just act like one," I asked.

"What's the difference? She's hot as fuck!" reasoned Justin.

"No, really; is she sleeping around on him? And if so, why does Ryan put up with it?" I asked, still trying to make sense of her behavior.

"He's never complained to me about any infidelity issues with Leslie, but of course that doesn't really mean anything," explained Ethan.

"Yeah, maybe he's into it and shit," suggested Justin.

"Or maybe he's just in denial," I offered.

"I'd certainly find it hard to trust her if I were married to her," said Steve.

"Then why would you marry her in the first place if you couldn't trust her?" I asked.

"Dude, to fuck a woman like that on a regular basis, I'd put up with infidelity, that squeaky assed voice of hers, and a lot more," laughed Justin. "Who needs a beer?"

"I do," I said getting up from the couch. "I'll get them. Who else wants one?"

I walked out onto the patio and momentarily enjoyed the beauty of the orange sunlight sifted through a stand of trees that bordered the edge of the yard. The smoke from the grill swirled magically through the scene and reminded me that I should have pursued a career in film making. Standing at the center of this scene between the beer coolers and the grill stood Ryan with that lusty vixen nestled under his arm. He was talking to Joe and Phil while she played with a string on her hoody, dragging it back and forth over the hardened nipple that poked out the material that covered it. Each time she dragged it back and forth, the erect nipple would bend over until it made contact with her boob and then spring back up as it passed.

Phil and Joe were finding it hard to maintain eye contact with Ryan. Both looked at me with relief as I walked up and drew Ryan's attention. Their eyes immediately returned to Leslie's nipple as Ryan raised his beer to me in salutation.

"What's up?" I said, nodding my head with an upward jerk as guys do.

"Not much, man," he said removing his arm from around his wife so he could hold his beer and shake my hand. "You remember my wife, Leslie?" 

"Hi, Brett," she purred, holding her hand out to shake mine. My balls twitched.

"Hey, Leslie," I said taking her hand. Her grip was firm but feminine. She didn't let go right away. My cock flexed. She slid her hand from my hand in the most imperceptible but sensual way that I was momentarily dumbfounded. If she did that on purpose, then that was amazing, I remember thinking to myself. I nervously looked back at Ryan, fearing I had lingered in her gaze for too long.

"Wow, you look like you've been hitting the gym, Brett," she squealed, squeezing my bicep. 

"No more than usual," I answered quickly, flexing my arm and gently pulling away from her groping grasp. 

"Ooh, you've got such nice pecs," she whispered almost to herself as she caressed my chest with her wonderfully manicured hand.

"Thanks," I said, deciding to stand stock still while staring at her hand.

"Yeah, Brett's a fuckin' beast," agreed Joe.

"He's built like a baby grizzly bear," added Phil.

"Like a big ole teddy bear, I bet," she squeaked, surreptitiously twisting my nipple before removing her hand form my chest.

"Oh, I don't know about that," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"He's tough under the boards, that's for sure," said Ryan. I remember thinking what a nice guy he was for saying that about me at that time.

"Yeah, but you're the man for raining threes from down-town," I added, returning the compliment. 

"Oh, you are a sweetheart, aren't you," she said smiling sweetly at me as she draped her husband's arm around her shoulders again.

"Well, I may no longer be if I don't take some beers back in to the guys waiting for me," I said moving off toward the coolers. I was surprised at how quickly I had developed a full-blown hard-on. I grabbed some beers and hurried back inside.

Later that evening, after having downed many beers, I passed through the wives chatting away enthusiastically in the kitchen on my way to the bathroom. As I rounded the corner on the landing on my way to the second floor, I spotted Leslie sitting by herself on the couch checking the ends of her ponytail for split ends. I didn't think she saw me.

In the bathroom, I stood with my eyes closed and enjoyed the sensations of emptying my over filled bladder. I felt like I had been peeing for over a minute when I opened my eyes to make sure I wasn't overflowing the toilet. The bathroom door opened and in walked Leslie who quickly turned and closed the door before facing me. She squealed and placed her hand over her mouth, her eyes wide and staring directly at my cock, her face full of amazement

"I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I didn't know anybody was in here."

I heard my stream of urine striking the upturned toilet seat and looked back to adjust my aim.

"That's ok," I said. "I'm almost finished."

"Wow, you sure had to go, didn't you?" she asked, still not taking her eyes from my cock.

I forced myself to finish quickly as I felt my cock begin to harden. I folded it back inside my zipper as it stiffened into the waistband of my underwear.

"All yours," I said, wiping the urine from the toilet seat with some tissue and flushing it.

As I washed my hands, Leslie walked over to the toilet, slid her yoga pants to mid thigh, and perched upon the seat. I listened to the hiss of urine streaming into the water as I exited the room. I couldn't help myself and peeked through the narrowing crack as I pulled the door shut. The last thing I saw were her eyes locked on mine.

As the time turned to double digits, the party entered the end phase. Those children that remained were already in their pajamas and piled onto the bed in the master bedroom. They had been set up to watch a Disney movie until their parents were ready to depart, but all had succumbed to sleep. A raucous card game was in session at the kitchen table while a few lounged in the living room watching the end of a baseball game.

I could hear my wife, Carrie as well as Joe, Steve, Ryan and Lucy all talking shit as the card game escalated in intensity. Leslie watched the card game while massaging her husband's shoulders. I had found a comfortable seat on the floor in the living room with my back resting against the couch, watching the game. Justin sat on the couch and matched me beer for beer. At some point, a cheer from the kitchen woke me from my alcohol induced slumber.

As I regained consciousness, I noted that the game I was watching had gone into extra innings. My butt was a bit sore from sitting on the floor, and I had sprouted a super hard piss boner which was going to take some work to reduce before I'd be able to use it to yet again empty my bladder. I turned my head to the left to talk to Justin, but instead was greeted by Leslie's smiling face.

"Oh, hey Leslie," I said smiling sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed that I'd sort of passed out. "What's up?"

"You...I see," she giggled, pointing at the impressive tent my stiffened penis had pitched in my pants.

"Oh, yeah, well, that happens..." I said, too drunk at this point to really care what she saw, but drunk enough to be impressed with how hard it had gotten. I wasn't surprised she had commented on it as that was consistent with her nature. I turned back to the TV and waited for her to toss another sexually provocative comment about it, but it never came. When she hadn't spoken for a while I turned to see what she was doing.

Nervously biting at the tip of the index finger on her left hand, Leslie sat looking hungrily at my cock. Her right hand was buried between her thighs. Her eyes drifted up to mine and she smiled.

"Excuse me, but I have to take care of something right now," she said standing up. She wiggled her firm bubble-butt as she pulled her yoga pants up tight around her hips, forcing the stretchy gray material to mold itself to her plump pudenda. Instead of walking around the coffee table to go about her business, she walked between the coffee table and the couch, lifting her leg to step over me.

I found Leslie's actions typically provocative and rather amusing. I enjoyed watching her slow down as her pussy passed inches in front of my face, her protruding inner lips mashed against her vulva clearly discernable through the thin material. But then she stopped, looking down at me with a mischievous smirk on her face and quickly settled onto my lap. She carefully positioned her plump mound firmly onto my cloth covered erection and immediately began to grind away. I was rather startled by her brazenness and put my hands on her hips to lift her up. Leslie put her hands on top of mine and pressed herself onto me with greater force.

"What are you doing?" I asked, beginning to panic.

"Shhh, just deal with it, it won't take long," she whispered, pressing her cheek next to mine, all the while grinding herself back and forth on my cock.

Considering she was riding a piss-boner, I was in no danger of cumming, but I was deathly afraid that someone would come in and catch us. I couldn't deny that this was the most erotic situation I'd ever been in, but it may also have been the most dangerous situation I'd ever been in. As a result, I wasn't enjoying this in the traditional manner, but I was enjoying it. Nevertheless, I still wanted to know what I was enjoying.

"Leslie," I whispered in her ear. "What are you doing? What about Ryan?"

"Ryan lets me do what I want," she explained, all the while maintaining her gyrations. "I have certain appetites and he lets me indulge them so long as nobody fucks me."

Leslie's body trembled briefly, but she kept grinding her way toward her inevitable orgasm. Her movements were skillful and effective. I could feel the hardened nub of her clitoris each time she dragged it over the tip of my cock. The heat that emanated from our groins increased as did the moisture that wicked into the material of her yoga pants.

"So, what's your ultimate appetite?" I whispered in her other ear.

She placed her chin on top of my head and I kissed the front of her throat which sent tiny shivers throughout her body. Her gyrations began to loose their rhythm and she clutched my head, framing my face in her cleavage.

"I love to cum," she gushed breathlessly and promptly started to tremble.

"Really?" I said as I lifted my hips to increase the friction between our genitals.

"Jesus, Brett! I'm gonna cum," she moaned quietly. 

This was the best part of our little union; clutching Leslie's body as it trembled violently from her orgasm and listening to her moan and whimper as the waves of pleasure washed over her body. The thought that I had helped her achieve this outcome was surprisingly rewarding. Soon she regained her senses and, cradling my face in her hands, she gave me a long, wet kiss that was tender and surprisingly emotional.

"Thank you," she whispered. Then, standing slowly and smiling down at me, she turned and walked out of the room.

I sat for a moment savoring the memory of what had just happened. Soon, the need to urinate overcame me and I wandered off to the bathroom. I had to pull back the shower curtain and arc my stream of urine high on the wall in the tub as my erection had still not dissipated. I used the shower's spray to wash down the walls of the tub.

The next morning, as my wife slid her cum-filled pussy down onto my upturned, hardened cock, she commented that it had been a long time since I had fucked her as hard as I had last night. She said she couldn't wait until I woke up this morning so she could get some more of that good fuckin'. To this day, I still use the memory of that night to harden my dick in preparation for fucking the shit out of my wife, Leslie... I mean Carrie.



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Her instructions were quite clear, she had to leave work wearing the outfit he had purchased for her. A simple white cotton blouse which on the face of it looked quite demure. Closer inspection would reveal that it was tighter fitting than she was accustomed to wearing and made from a very thin fabric that while not being see through, certainly gave more than a hint of what lay beneath. 

What lay beneath was a matching set of lacy lingerie. Blue lace, half cup bra, underwired to give her an enticing shape. Matching high cut thong and suspenders. Matching blue stockings completed her underwear 

This was covered by a terribly short (by her standards anything above the knee was short) black skirt. In reality the skirt was not indecently short but she normally wore long pleated skirts that hid a multitude of sins. 

Her feet were adorned with new patent stilettos with studded ankle straps. She had been practicing walking in them all weekend and still struggled a little with her balance. 

This was all part of his game, making her feel a little uncomfortable. To push her boundaries. 

Time had come to leave work, she had gotten changed during her tea break and now had to walk past her work colleagues. Her heels on the hard floor announced her departure, it felt like a walk of shame. They were all staring and all made a point of waving or saying goodbye. She could feel the women's eyes interrogating her outfit, blouse too tight. Skirt too small, too short, too tight. The buttons on the suspender belt screaming to be noticed as they pushed through the tight material. 

The men's eyes undressed her. The stiff lace material of her bra rubbed against her nipples, stiffening them with every step. She knew that by the time she reached the door they would have burst free from the cups and would be tight against the thin cotton of her blouse. 

She could hear whispering From behind as her workmates caught their first view of her pert arse cheeks framed and separated by the tight lace thong and constrictive short black skirt. The small kick split at least allowed her to walk as normally as the spiked heels allowed. She could feel her cheeks redden as she started to blush. Getting out of work couldn't come quickly enough. 

As she passed through the door they started. A cacophony of noise as what seemed like an orchestra of wolf whistles trumpeted her off the premises. 

He was waiting outside. Leaning against a lamppost with an approving look in his eye and a hint of a smile. 

Now she started to panic slightly. She was outside on the street with no coat and what seemed like the whole world walking by. Looking at her, judging her, condemning her and the way she was dressed. She felt like a slut. 

He stood there, looked her up and down, nodded his head and moved off up the street. She took a deep breath and hurried and tried to follow. Her heart beat faster, palpitations. If he had been standing outside it meant no car, no car meant she was out in public and had no way to try and cover her modesty, by now the faster walk on the tall stilettos had meant that her nipples had jiggled completely free, in fact most of her firm round breasts had escaped from the lacy blue constraints of her now almost redundant bra. As complete strangers heads turned as she tottered by, her cheeks burned. 

They arrived at the station, he had already purchased tickets, she had no idea where they were going but she did know that she was going to be travelling with the evening commuters on a packed train. With nowhere to hide. Standing right at the front of the platform she felt as if everyone on the opposite side was looking at her. It felt strange to see all the lustful stares, it felt sexy and empowering. Empowering and wrong. When a train pulled into the opposite platform she saw her reflection in the windows. Stylish and sexy, well dressed and slutty all at once. She felt she looked like a sluttily dressed woman on her way from work to be fucked. Funnily enough, that is exactly what she was. 

Their train entered the station and the crowd crept forward pushing against her, a thousand strangers tightly pressed against her as she entered the carriage. A man in front of her was almost right up against her, looking over the top of his glasses as his eyes moved from her eyes to her tits and back. Not even trying to disguise the fact that he wasn't reading his paper. Her bosums heaved as her breathing increased while her heart pounded harder. 

Then she felt it, from behind, a hand on her arse, she couldn't move, stuck as she felt the strangers fingers tracing the tops of her stockings, following the line of her suspenders. Probing the bare flesh of her thighs under the split in her short skirt. 

The train entered a station, people got on, people got off, the man in front dropped his paper and constantly ogled her heaving breasts. Her nipples were on show as he looked straight down on them. She could feel his hot breath on her flesh. That was not the worst that was happening. Behind her the groping of her arse had stopped. Instead she could now feel a stiff hard cock pushing against her arse. Dry humping her through her skirt. Involuntarily she felt herself pushing back. She was horrified with herself. She remembered that she was not alone and started to relax, whatever did happen, no one would be allowed to harm her. She let her mind go blank. Her lust needed satisfying and she felt brave now. The train was that full that nobody could see what was happening. Reaching forward she gently reached forward and rubbed the crotch of the man in front. It took him by surprise and he looked up and caught her smiling at him. As the unknown cock behind her pushed harder against her arse the harder she rubbed the stiff erection in front. Pulling down the fly she released it. Feeling the sticky smear of Precum on her palm. For a few more moments, she tugged while the man in front tried to stifle his moans. The train started to slow for the next station she was about to stop wanking him off when he let out a gasp and spurted his sticky mess into her hand. he readjusted himself as the doors opened Her hand was was covered in cum and quietly and surreptitiously she gently wiped the hot goo on the trousers of the unknown body behind her. Her arm grabbed as the doors were opened and she was led off of the train. She never got to see the face of the humping traveller that had been behind her. It was at this moment she realised that one of the buttons on her blouse had burst open. Knowing the rules she was forbidden from retying it or from straightening and readjusting her skirt which had ridden up but was still on the side of decent but only just. 

It was a few hundred yards from the station when they reached what she realised was their destination. A sign above a green door read "entertainment for the discerning gentleman" it was a strip club. A lap dancing venue. No place for a woman alone. Except she wasn't alone but apart from the dancers she would be the only woman there. 

They entered into a semi dark foyer and through to what looked like any nightclub. A hostess beckoned to them, she followed. It was Dark with lots of neon and flashing lights. The centre of the room had three stages, each with a pole and a spotlight. Around the room sitting at tables and on bar stools were men, lots of them. They all looked at her, examining her, sizing her up, would they want to fuck her, would she be easy meat? The confidence she had on the train soon subsided as she saw who else was in the room. 

Obviously in a table dancing club there would be dancers and there were lots of them. All glamourous in evening gowns or cocktail dresses or mini skirts or bikinis and all looking drop dead gorgeous and traffic stopping sexy. All slim athletic and stunningly beautiful. She felt like a frump compared to all the delightful talent that surrounded her. 

The hostess led them to a table at the front near the centre stage. A perfect view to see all and a perfect spot to be seen, every man in the room could also see her, nowhere to hide. 

The hostess handed her a golden envelope. Inside it were instructions telling her to go the the cloakroom and freshen up. Also in the envelope was a token for a free lap dance and instructions to pick a girl she liked for a private dance. A waitress in a diamante covered corset poured her a glass of champagne. The alcohol would relax her nerves as she sat and watched the dancers. Each girl came on stage in a sexy costume and proceeded to dance suggestively and provocatively in time to the music. Slowly discarding their clothes as they gyrated around the pole. They smiled at the punters as their eyes worked the room looking for men who wanted a private dance. 

Each dancers gaze seemed to linger on her, the only woman in the room that was a customer. They took their time and as they finished their act all walked past her table and stroked her arm on their way back stage. She was already aroused from the train journey and now was filled with lust and horny thoughts after sitting there watching bare breasted and naked women writhe suggestively in front of her. The thought of being another woman made her wet with desire. She was ready for a private dance. She was ready for a lot more. 

The last dancer really caught her eye. Gold token in hand, she waved it at the naked dancer As she came past her table. The dancer smiled, winked and pointed to one of the private booths and held her hand up, indicating she would be five minutes. The waitress appeared and filled her glass placing it on the silver tray, motioning her to follow her to the booth. 

The booth was dark with a black curtain hiding the door. Inside was a small stage and a sofa. Taking a seat and sipping her champagne her chosen dancer appeared. Long dark hair falling over her shoulders as a slow jazzy soundtrack started. Her hands undid the halter neck on her gown exposing a voluptuous pair of perfect round breasts. Sitting on her lap facing her, the dancer writhed on her lap, close enough to smell her perfume. Pert nipples tantalising dancing close to her mouth, brushing her cheek. Filling her view. Now naked in front touching her toes. Wiggling her arse, gently starting to finger herself before sitting back into her lap. Throwing her head back the dancer started nibbling her ear. Grabbing her hands and placing one on her breast. This was going way beyond the no touch rules and was as exciting as hell. The dancer then took her other hand and proceeded to place it on her neatly trimmed pussy. Shaved and trimmed to perfection. The dancer moaned slightly as she guided her fingers over her clit and now moist pussy. Both women were now getting worked up as the music started to fade to an end. The dancer stood as the music finished sucking each finger in turn before planting a very big and sloppy kiss on her lips before disappearing through the curtain. She was as horny as fuck now and gasping for air. Gasping for desire. Desperate now for a good fuck. 

He was waiting outside the booth and took her hand, her heart pounding, legs weak and unstable, face flushed red she hadn't realised how close she had been to her own orgasm and all from the writhing and grinding of another woman sitting on her lap. 

He led the way, she hardly noticed that she was now in a dark corridor, eventually her ears picked up the sound of heavy breathing and panting. The panting changed to a moan. Looking up it was a small cinema holding maybe twenty seats at most. The moaning was an actress on screen being fucked roughly by several men. A cock in each hand and gagging on another monster deep throating her. She sat down in the middle of a row, watching the screen, turned on more than she ever had. Watching a woman being fucked, wishing it was her, wishing she was being fucked right now. 

It happened so suddenly, not realising someone had sat down beside her, the hand on her knee startled her at first. Then a hand from the other side stroking her breast through her blouse. The hand on her knee moved up her thigh. Parting her legs slightly not taking her eyes off the screen. The buttons on her blouse were being pulled apart. Before she knew it her breasts were exposed being kneaded and squeezed with her nipples being pinched and pulled. More hands from nowhere stroking her hair three, four, five hands on her breasts, stroking, pinching, pulling, scratching. All the time she never took her eyes off the screen. 

Her skirt was up past her hips now, fingers in her pussy, shaved and smooth and wet. Someone grabbed her hand and placed it on a cock. A rigid cock, then another in her other hand. Before she knew it she was wanking off a succession of cocks, big ones and small, fat and thin. It was dark, the only light was from the screen as the actress got fucked in every position. She could not take her eyes away as a succession of anonymous pricks were thrusted into her hands for her to jack off. Her arms were sticky with semen. Her blouse was clinging to her body as it got soaked in hot clammy cum. 

A big sweaty cock came from the side hitting her cheek, pushing at her lips, forcing its way into her mouth. Men were all around her now wanking themselves if she couldn't reach until somebody grabbed her from behind under her arms and pulled her up onto the seat back. Her arse was hanging over the back of the seat as she felt a long hard cock pushing against her wet pussy lips. Simultaneously she could feel a mouth sucking on her clit as the cock behind her slid in and started to slowly fuck her from behind. Gradually finding a rhythm. This was exactly what she needed, a cock pumping into her, gradually getting faster and thrusting harder while a tongue at the front orally and expertly massaged her clit. The fucking went on, one cock after another, she lost all concept of time and eventually got pulled forward and was bent over the row of seats in front. A sticky cum covered ramrod of a prick pulled out of her sloppy used pussy and started pushing against her anus. Beads of her own and others sweat rolled down her arse crack and helped to lube the fat cock pushing into her arse. Trying to scream out no! Her head was pulled down and not one but two cocks fought to fill her mouth. She gave up trying to scream as her mouth was filled. The cock that was anally fucking her seemed almost too big. It stretched her, hurting her as it pushed in. The pain was just about bearable but it was a good pain, a pain that came from being pleasured by a man. A pain that every woman who had ever been fucked anally called a nice pain. She couldn't help but clench and tried to gasp. No longer able to see the screen from the bodies in front of her, bodies to the side. Her hair was now stuck to her head from her own sweat and the spunk of countless men. All sense of time was lost.  

Eventually the film finished. The actress was covered in multiple facials. The lights came up slightly and the anonymous faces disappeared. 

She collapsed in the seat. Her stockings had been ripped and her thong had been lost. No doubt claimed by some lucky guy. Her blouse was wringing wet, trying to tie it was impossible where some of the buttons had been lost. The short black skirt which only a few hours early had been brand new and pristine was now creased and covered in a map of the world consisting of sticky white cum stains. Her blonde hair was stuck to her head and matted. Coming back to reality she realised she now needed to leave. Past all the other customers and dancers really would be a walk of shame in this state. 

Gingerly rising to her feet she smoothed her clothes down as best she could. He stood in the doorway, the slightest of smiles on his face. That was his way. As she exited the cinema she turned into the corridor towards the main part of the club. He stopped her and pointed the other way. What more humiliation did he have in store for her. 

He had pointed towards the exit, she now imagined that he had arranged for some street gang to fuck her senseless in the alley. It would be his style. Could she cope with anymore degradation? 

The door opened and the bright sunlight blinded her temporarily. As she slowly got her bearings, a Mercedes was parked a few feet away, it was his car. He blipped the remote and opened the door for her. A tartan car rug covered the seat. She collapsed into the car and he covered her with the rug. By the time he climbed in himself, she had been overcome by exhaustion. Quietly sleeping as he drove her home. 

Dreaming of what had happened



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Many thanks to jellybelly2 for all the hard work in editing and improving this story from a previous version. 



Lexi was looking around again.

We were hot and heavy in her bed, twisted in her latest crazy configuration. I could tell she was close to her first orgasm of the night. And there she was, bending her body and twisting her neck in various directions like she was trying to find something she lost.

I was lost in the moment with my eyes shut until I felt her shifting and opened my eyes and saw her. It was disconcerting, but not enough to slow down my urgency. And then I felt the muscle contractions and soft "yip" sounds -- like a little dog -- and her body slamming against me, and I knew she was coming. That sent me over the edge and I began slamming into her, which I knew she loved because it usually gave her another orgasm.

Time seemed to stop for a while as her pleasure and mine reached a peak before we finally returned to ground level.

"Thanks," she said in voice that was out of breath. "That was amazing."

"Thank you back," I said. "You didn't seem into it for a while, but I guess we got there in the end."

"What do you mean?" she said.

"I saw you looking for something," I said. "It seemed like you were distracted."

"I wasn't distracted at all," she said, sounding a little peeved.

"I'm not upset," I said. "Don't get angry. It's just that I've noticed you've been doing this lately, and I've been wondering if this is a sign that you're tired of using me. Maybe I'm all used up."

Lexi and I had been dating for more than a year, but neither of us called it dating. At the very beginning, we did go to a show or eat dinner; but we soon found we had nothing to talk about and nothing in common except one thing. Almost at the same moment, we apologized for not being into each other but wondered if we could stay friends because the sex was so good.

That's when we started joking about using each other. Both of us had strong sex drives, and both of us loved to experiment. And that's how our relationship played out -- usually around twice a week. After learning my lesson once, I made sure to never schedule a workout at the club on a day when we got together. When I was with her, I used every muscle in my body and all my lung power. When we were done, I was as limp as a wet rag.

As far as I could tell, the other stuff she did was as boring as what I did. We were both considered smart by our friends -- she worked in web graphics, and I worked in finance -- but you couldn't tell it by our empty lives. At least mine was empty. Looking back, I don't think I was a bad person, just selfish. I never asked her what she was doing when she wasn't with me, and she didn't ask me. I thought we both felt that any real intimacy would adversely affect our lust.

We used each other to explore almost every variety of sex for two people. Neither of us ever got interested in adding another body. Also, we didn't get much into things like discomfort and humiliation. Sometimes we knocked on the door and took a step or two inside, because we tended toward the hot and heavy rather than gentle and dreamy. But when I made overtures toward anal sex a few times, she declined firmly.

Recently, she had been experimenting with squeezing, pulling, and twisting my testicles and spanking me hard on my butt. It didn't bother me enough to affect my arousal, but I didn't like it and told her so. Rather than just agree to my wishes, she said that despite what I said, I must like it because she noticed that I came much harder when she did it. It sounded as though she wanted to continue. That's the first time I mentioned that if we were running out of things that we both liked, maybe we had used each other up. It stopped her a moment, and she asked me if I really thought so. I told her it was just a joke, but I think she saw through me.

When I brought it up again now, I could tell she had thought about it. "After you mentioned it before, I thought a lot about us," she said. "I don't have any answers, but I can tell you for sure that what I was doing today has nothing to do with that.

"I know you watch porn on the Web, and I don't care. I don't usually watch it, but Raven sent me a link to a video a few weeks ago because she knows we like exotic positions. It was that pretzel thing we did last week where we could barely get untangled. Anyway, after I watched it; I wondered what else there might be out there, and I looked at some other stuff.

"I didn't find anything we haven't already tried, except for some things I know you wouldn't be into, but just watching others got me thinking about watching us. I fantasized that there was a way I could leave my body while we were having sex and walk around us looking at everything we were doing, as if I was a camera filming a porn video.

"That's what I've been trying to do. It's impossible to really watch us doing it, but when I get some glimpses, it really excites me. So I'm not distracted. I'm more aroused than ever, if that's possible."

"I apologize," I said. "Now I understand. So this is something new for you, not an escape."

"Yes," she said. "I just wish that my fantasy could come true. It's so frustrating. You know what I was thinking? It wouldn't be the same, but what if we could do a video of us making love? That wouldn't be as good as my fantasy, but it's probably as close as we could come.

"I don't see why we couldn't," I said. "We could set up a camera and even some lights."

"I thought about that," she said. "That wouldn't be any good. I've seen those videos on the Web, and the couple has to think about staying in camera range and zooming in and out. It takes all the excitement and spontaneity out of what they are doing.

"No, the only way to do it would be to have someone come and film us. The person could move around everywhere to get the best shots, and we would just focus on having crazy sex. But that doesn't work either, because neither of us wants to share our special times with anyone else. So it's a Catch-22, unless you can think of something else."

"You're right," I said, "That would be a problem."

I didn't think about the video anymore, and things went on about the same. She continued to look around while we had sex, but it no longer bothered me. A few months later, I noticed something else different. She was no longer coming up with new things to do. As usual, she always had things to suggest, but now they were all things we had done before. At first, I didn't say anything, because I really enjoyed everything we did together. But finally, I asked her about it one night.

"Are you complaining?" she said.

"No," I said. "I was just wondering."

"When was the last time you suggested something new?" she said.

"I don't know," I said.

"I can't remember either," she said. "But it's been months since you offered anything. I finally got tired of carrying the ball."

"So we're doing our greatest hits now?" I said.

"Are you complaining?" she said again.

"No," I said again. "But I'll try to come up with something so you don't have to do all the work."

"That's why I stopped doing it," she said. It was starting to seem like work. You don't need to work at it to please me. I'm enjoying what we're doing."

"Me, too," I said.

I never did come up with anything new; but as far as I could tell, we were both still having a good time. About two months later, she was getting dressed to leave after an exhausting and satisfying evening, and she brought up the video thing again.

"Have you solved the problem of who would film us?" I asked.

"Maybe," she said. "I've thought about the two of us and how another person in the room might affect us, and I've decided it wouldn't be so bad if it was the right person."

"What do you mean?" I said.

"I mean, it would need to be someone we were comfortable with, someone we both know, someone who wouldn't inhibit us, someone we could trust," she said.

"That doesn't sound like anyone I know," I said.

"What about your friend, Jerry," she said.

"Do you know Jerry?" I said.

"I've met him a few times," she said. "I didn't know he was your friend until a few weeks ago. But I know he's head of communications at his company and he does a lot of video shooting and editing. Do you trust him?"

I wanted to ask her about how she met Jerry and how well she knew him, but we never asked each other about what we did when we weren't together. I thought about Jerry. He was not just a friend. He was my oldest and closest friend. We'd known each other since high school. We sort of lost touch for a while when he went to college out of town and I stayed here. But when he moved back, it was like we never skipped a beat. And that's the way it's been since. Sometimes I don't see him for months, and sometimes we get together almost every week for a while. I tell him everything about my life, and he tells me everything about his. But I never told him about Lexi, maybe because I thought of her as belonging to a second life that had nothing to do with my real life. It had been a while since I last talked to Jerry, and I had been thinking of calling him but hadn't gotten around to it.

"What are you thinking?" asked Lexi when I didn't respond to her question.

"I was thinking about Jerry," I said. "I don't know that I'd want him involved in this. Have you mentioned it to him?"

"Yes," she said. "At first, he was really against it. But I think I've talked him into it. Why don't you ask him?"

"I don't know," I said. I was wondering how she and Jerry got into that kind of conversation and if they were sleeping with each other. If they were, why would he agree to something like this? All sorts of things were running through my mind. When I was with Lexi, I never thought about anything but sex. Now I was having strange, unfamiliar feelings.

"Well, if you don't trust him enough, I'll try to think of someone that I can totally trust," she said. "I know one person for sure, but you don't like her."

"You mean Raven," I said. "Is she a video expert?"

"No," she said, "but I'm sure she could learn enough to do this if you prefer her over your friend."

I thought about her gaunt roommate who had a strange voice, stringy black hair, wore black lipstick, had purple stuff around her eyes, and dressed in what looked like black rags sewn together. I met her only a couple of times; but each time she had made no effort to hide the fact that she thought I was some kind of ignorant square whom she and her fellow goths considered beneath contempt. The second time she started on me, I let her know how I and normal people laughed at the way she and her sick weirdo friends dressed and talked. I must have hit a nerve, because she broke down and started crying hysterically until Lexi hugged her and talked to her and motioned for me to get out of there. After that, Lexi made sure I wasn't in the same room with Raven again.

"Raven gives me the willies," I said. "I don't think I'd feel like having sex if she was in the room."

"OK," said Lexi. "Let's try to think of some other people. I can tell you aren't as interested in this as I am. For me, it's something that we'll always have, and we can watch it whenever we want and remember the great times we've had together. I've never asked you for much, but I really want this."

"I understand," I said. "I'll think about it some more." What I was thinking was that it sounded like we were finished and she wanted the video as a souvenir. Again, other strange thoughts came into my mind, but I didn't want to deal with them. A couple of days later, I called Jerry at work.

"Yes, I said I'd do it," he said, "but I told her that I wasn't comfortable about it and that you would never agree anyway."

"If you're not comfortable about it, why did you agree?" I said.

"She's very persuasive," he said.

"Are you sleeping with her?" I said.

"No," he said. "I wanted to; but on our second date, when we were telling each other our life histories. I mentioned your name, and she freaked. She wouldn't tell me why she was acting so weird, but the next time we got together, she told me all about the two of you."

"I don't know why she did that," I said, "because I'm not really part of her life, and I wouldn't be upset if you slept with her."

"She told me all about your special arrangement," Jerry said, "and she said that you wouldn't mind whatever she and I did, but I told her that even though you and I were friends, we didn't agree about a lot of stuff, and I would never have sex with her while she was with you. That got her upset, but I think she understands now."

"So you're still seeing her?" I said.

"Yes, we get together occasionally," he said.

"But you don't sleep with her," I said. "I'm really surprised, because I can't think of what else you could do with her. She's as shallow and vacuous as I am. There's nothing there but an amazing body."

"I'm surprised that you say that," he said. "I love to talk to her. Her ideas are so interesting and so is what she's doing with her life. She's likes a lot of the same books I do -- and music, and movies too. But what I like best is when we talk about things we don't have in common. I've learned so much from her. She really is a special person."

"I can't believe you're talking about Lexi," I said. "I don't know how she's fooling you, but she's not anything like you describe her."

"She can't fake the stuff we talk about," he said. "It's pretty deep. I don't know if this explains anything, but once when we talked about you, she said that she used to be the same as you. But about six months ago, something clicked for her. The way she put it is that she started growing as a human being, but you stayed the same. She says she tried a few times to interest you in some of her new feelings, but you never responded. She doesn't even think you heard her."

"Well, I'm not going to lie to you and say I'm any different," I said. "But I just can't believe she is either. The only thing I've noticed is that maybe she's getting tired of me."

"Did she tell you that?" he said.

"No," I said. "It's just certain things she says and the way she says them. I could be wrong."

"How would you feel if it was true?" he said.

"I don't know," I said. "I really love being with her. We always have a great time, and I always look forward to the sex. I've never given any thought to ending our relationship, but since she's been acting this way, I've had some strange thoughts."

"You should talk to her about your thoughts," he said, "and ask her what she's thinking."

"We've never done that," I said. "It's sort of an unwritten rule we have, because we both know it might get in the way of what we like to do together."

"If things have changed like you think they have, then you should break that rule," he said. "Or you might regret it later."

"You're probably right," I said. "Thanks for the advice. I'm still having trouble thinking that the Lexi I know and the one you describe are the same person. This video thing sounds like my Lexi, not yours."

"Maybe," he said.

After that we caught up on some things, and neither of us mentioned the video again before we hung up.

Lexi didn't either, until I was about to leave her home a week later. It was late. We had spent the evening at her place, and I was dressed and walking out of the bedroom when she said, "I heard you talked to Jerry."

I turned around. "Yes," I said.

She seemed to be waiting for me to say something. There were things I wanted to tell her about the conversation with Jerry and things I wanted to ask her. If I did, I knew that what we had together would be over. Everything would be different. Maybe it would be better, but I was also worried that it might be worse. In the end, I was more afraid than optimistic. I was a coward. I didn't say anything, but I was also afraid to leave.

I heard her sigh. "He said you mentioned the video but you never told him whether you were OK with him doing it or not."

So that's what she was waiting for, I thought. Jerry had me thinking all kinds of things about her, but she's the same old Lexi. She wants her video. Well, why not?

"OK," I said.

"What did you say?" she said.

"I said I'll do it," I said.

She didn't say anything, but she jumped up from the bed and held onto me for dear life. She really wants that video, I thought; as she gave me a long kiss. But something bothered me when she let me loose, and after I left. I noticed my face was wet. She must have been crying during our brief conversation. What was she crying about?

Jerry phoned me the next day.

"You're really going through with this?" he said. "I can't believe it."

"Yes," I said. "I don't know why, so don't ask me. Are you going to be totally grossed out watching us?"

"I don't know," he said. "I was thinking about that. I'm going to try to stay removed by concentrating on all the technical stuff; lighting, angles, zooms and all that. But I warned Lexi that I don't know how I'm going to feel afterward. I might not want to see her again. I'm immune to your mindless sex life, but I don't know how I'll feel about watching her with you. She got really upset when I said that. I wonder what she'll do. I guess it depends on how much she cares what I think."

Maybe Lexi did have second thoughts, because I didn't hear from her for a week and a half, and she didn't return my calls. It was rare that we stayed away from each other that long unless one of us was out of town on business. Finally she called, and the following night after another hot session, she told me to put a date on my calendar. It was a Friday night a few weeks away. She sounded a little nervous when she told me, and I remembered what Jerry had said. She's decided to take the risk, I thought.

A few nights later, we got together again. She looked like she wanted to say something before we started, and she had the same look afterward, but she never mentioned the video or anything else. I did notice that she seemed a little distant during the sex. She was as energetic as always, and she came as often as ever, but whenever her face came into view, I noticed that it wasn't showing the pure lust that it usually did. I figured the reason was she was nervous about the video.

A few nights later, it was a repeat. She seemed about to say something when I got there, and then she had that different look again while we went at each other. When I was putting on my shoes, she took a deep breath and told me what was on her mind. It was so weird that I didn't believe I was hearing right.

"Morgan, please sit down and don't say anything until I finish," she said. "I've been thinking about the video. You know what I told you the first time about my fantasy. I wanted to watch us having sex, but that was physically impossible. So I came up with the video idea as the closest I could get to my fantasy.

"But I've been thinking. My fantasy is to watch us do all the crazy things we've done in bed together -- like you said, our greatest hits. That's different from watching a video. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I'm more excited about watching us than I am about doing it.

"Don't get insulted. I love doing it, but as we both know, we've done it plenty. Watching us do it is more exciting because I've never had an experience like that, and this will probably be my only chance. After that, I can watch the video. Do you understand?"

"No," I said. "I have no idea what you're talking about. You can't be in two places at once, so how can you watch us have sex as we're having sex."

"Yes," she said. "That's my fantasy, and I know I can never have that. Having Jerry make the video is a compromise. And what I'm talking about is another compromise. I would be able to watch us live. I could look wherever I wanted. I could walk around the bed, get on it, get next to it, move back or stick my face as close as I wanted to. I could get splashed with the juices and hear every sigh and moan crystal clear. I would see what our faces looked as we came. I would get to see every movement at every moment."




Used



"I still don't understand," I said. "You can't be having sex with me if you are watching."

"But an actress who's playing me could," she said.

At first, I was so stunned that I had nothing to say.

After some seconds of silence, she said, "I've figured it all out, and I've already talked to Raven. She hasn't agreed yet, but I know she'll give in."

"No!" I yelled. At that point, I knew Lexi had gone out of her mind. She knew it too, and that's why she had been scared to say anything. But in the end, she couldn't let go of the fantasy and it drove her mad. I looked at her. She was smiling.

"I wish you wouldn't be so hesitant about telling me how you feel," she said, and she laughed.

"So you've been pulling my leg," I said.

"No, I'm serious," she said. "But I expected that to be your first reaction. Jerry was even worse."

"I hate Raven, and she hates me," I said. "You're nothing like her. You're hot, and she's weird. You are fun, and she's nasty. You don't look like each other. Your body makes my mouth water. She's scrawny and lumpy. Even if I agreed with your crazy idea, she would be the last person in the world who could stand in for you. You couldn't feed me enough Viagra to get it up for her." Lexi's smile grew bigger as my voice got louder.

"Everything you've just said convinces me she has to be the one," she said. "You and she are going to be wild together. You'll push each other over the edge, just like we do. You'll both be angry, so you'll be coming from a different starting place, but you'll end up doing amazing things together.

"And I know that once you get started, you'll forget the hate anyway because lust is going to take over. You're so wrong about her. She's got a great body. She just hides it under her goth armor. I'm going to make her clean up for you, and you're not going to need any Viagra. I know you're going to come at least twice, and I bet you'll make her come as much as me. I know this is going to be a night that none of us is ever going to forget. You and Raven have got to do it."

"No I don't," I said. "I know Jerry thinks I was crazy to agree to do it with you in front of him, but I'm not this crazy. There is nothing you can say to make me change my mind. I'm sorry to make your fantasy crash and burn, but I just can't do it."

She was still smiling. "Tell me why not," she said, and then she didn't wait for me to answer. "I don't have time to teach Raven everything I do with you, so I'm only going to show her the stuff that really drives you wild. It will be the best of the best, and since she's looking at it with fresh eyes; she'll probably find some ways to make it even crazier. I've never told her about what we do, but she's told me some of the things she's done, and I've used them with you. Most of them really got you going. You totally don't know her. She's much more out there than I am."

"You don't have to convince me of that," I said. "I was wondering where you picked up that spanking stuff and attacking my balls. Now I know."

Lexi ignored me. "You've got to do it," she said. "Both of you have got to do it. Just tell me you'll think about it."

"I'll tell you right now that I won't think about it," I said. "The answer is no, no matter what she says." I stood up. "I'm leaving now."

She was naked, but she followed me to the door and as I was walking out, she said, "Just think about it."

I said "no" without turning around.

I didn't call her after that, but two days later she called me. "Raven's on board," she said. "She doesn't think you'll show up, but I got her to agree."

"How did you do that?" I said.

"I'll tell you later," she said, "because you won't be happy about it."

"Well, tell Raven that I'm sorry I have to disappoint her."

"We've already been practicing," Lexi said. "I'm you, and I'm teaching her how to be me. We're not getting naked or anything like that, but we get so excited that we both come. You are going to be surprised by what she can do."

"Maybe you and she can do it for Jerry," I said, "because I won't be there."

"You don't want to miss this, Morgan," she said.

"I've got to go now," I said and hung up before she could say another word.

Two days later, she called again. "I've thought of why you have to do it," she said with a laugh.

"I'm all ears," I said.

"Think of the worst possible scenario first," she said. "You and Raven just don't click. She can't get you aroused and after a while, everyone's embarrassed, and we all go home. Is that so bad? In a couple of weeks, it will be funny."

"Good job," I said. "You are so good, I think you could talk a happy person into depression."

"And the best case scenario is that you and Raven have such good chemistry that the two of you are even better together than we are. Both of you will go crazy with each other and explode together like fireworks making a beautiful show for me and you to watch later.

"It's probably going to be somewhere in between those extremes," she said, "so there will be some fun and some stuff that's not as much fun. You only have to do it once, and you're doing it for me."

"What does Jerry say?" I said.

"Why don't you ask him?" she said.

"I can't talk to him about this," I said. "You tell me."

"He said he can't understand why any man would agree to do this," she said. "I told him you were different from him. When it comes to women, you don't think about anything but your pleasure. I told him that doesn't matter to me, and that you give me a lot of pleasure while you're getting yours. Was I wrong?"

"No," I said, "but when you say it like that, it depresses me."

"That's why I can't talk about things like this with you like I do with Jerry," she said.

"That depresses me even more," I said.

"What do you mean?" she said.

"Nothing," I said. "Forget it. And forget this thing with Raven, too."

"Listen," she said. "I'm calling in my favors, mister. I've done a lot for you, and it's time to pay up, buddy." She was speaking in a tough broad voice. Then she laughed. "Seriously, I think you owe this to me." She laughed again.

"Lady, you come five times for every time I do," I said. "You're the one who owes me."

"OK," she said. "I'm ready to pay up. What do you want?"

"Never mind," I said. "Just forget it, and forget your crazy scheme."

"No," she said, "I'm not going to forget it. You've got to do it."

There were more conversations every few days. It was always her calling with another silly way to make me see the light. She was never serious or dramatic. It was always funny, as if she and I both knew there was no serious way to talk about it. Each time after I told her no and we hung up, I thought about one thing. She was so funny, and I had never noticed that about her before.

I also started missing sex with her. When she called, she only talked about watching me and Raven and never mentioned getting together. I was in between girlfriends, and it was getting frustrating. I should have brought it up, but for some reason, it felt like I was asking her to do something for me when I wouldn't do something for her. It wasn't the same at all, because we both liked to do what I wanted, but I still didn't ask her about getting together.

On the Wednesday before the Friday, she called and told me she wouldn't call me again. She said that Raven would be at her place Friday night and ready for me, and Jerry would be all set up to film everything, and she was so excited about it she was almost jumping out of her skin.

"Too bad I won't be there," I said. "I have other plans."

"I thought of a way to get you to come," she said. "but it might be a lie. I pomise you, If you show up, you can check out the scene and everyone who's there, and if you decide that you really can't do it with Raven, I might give in and do it with you because it would be a shame to waste the night. I haven't had sex in almost two weeks now, and I'm ravenous."

"Me, too," I said, waiting for her to invite me over. She didn't take the cue.

"Just so you understand that when I say I might do it, I might be lying," she said. "But if I am, maybe you'll watch Jerry filming me and Raven. Or maybe I'll watch Raven filming you and Jerry. You're such good friends, he keeps telling me. Maybe you'd be good lovers." There was something serious in her voice when she said this, but then she laughed and sounded like herself again.

"Just think of the possibilities, Morgan," she said. "I know you're going to show up Friday night, even if you don't want to do anything. You've got to be as curious as I am about what might happen."

"I don't think so," I said. "I'm sorry to spoil the party."

"You won't," she said. "Goodbye." And then she hung up before I could say anything else.

I didn't sleep much that night. All kinds of thoughts were keeping me awake, and the next day at work I was exhausted. Whenever I was nodding off, the same kinds of thoughts came back. When I got home, it was the same, and I started to drowse while watching television. I went to bed but couldn't fall asleep. The last thing I remember was looking at the clock at 11 p.m. Then it was morning, and I woke up refreshed. I didn't think about Lexi once during the day, and the first time she came to mind was when found myself pulling into a guest parking spot beneath her building.

My body shook for a moment. I had no idea how I got there. I didn't remember driving there from work. What was happening to me?

I thought about what was going on three flights above me. I imagined the three of them talking while they were waiting for me. What were they saying? What would they say an hour from now when they realized I wasn't coming? Would they be upset, or would they laugh about how crazy it all was. What if I showed up in a couple of hours, and we all had some wine and laughed about it together. Would they still be there? Would they have all gone home? Would Lexi be angry and slam the door in my face. Or would she jump me and wear me out with wild sex? Did she even want me anymore? Did I want her? Yes I did, but did I deserve her, or did Jerry deserve her more?

As I was thinking all this and more, I looked down at my feet, and then I looked up and saw Lexi's door. I didn't remember getting out of the car and taking the elevator. I knew I had to turn around and go back to my car and drive home. But instead I knocked on the door.

I heard a woman's voice scream, "Omigod, he came." I couldn't tell if it was Lexi's voice or Raven's. Then I heard some voices talking fast, but I couldn't make out any words. Then the door opened, and I saw Lexi.

"Welcome, Morgan," she said. I stared at her. She wasn't wearing much, but it was the hottest dress I'd ever seen on her. It was shiny red, with red fringes everywhere, and it was clinging to her like a spider web, except where her beautiful breasts were almost falling out of it. As she turned and took a step back to let me enter, I saw that it only covered half her butt, and after that it was only fringes that shook and gave a glimpse of her dazzling round ass cheeks trying to escape from her bikini panties.

"You know Raven and Jerry," she said, and I looked up from her butt. Jerry was standing behind her on the right looking bewildered. His mouth was hanging open, and that made me realize mine was, too, so I closed it. I looked around and saw Raven at the other end of the room, next to Lexi's bedroom door. She slowly walked toward me, and I saw she looked different, but I didn't know why. She was wearing one of her dark outfits with the rags hanging down.

As she came closer, she stopped about three feet from me, and I realized why she looked different. She didn't have any makeup on, and her hair was up in a bun. Lexi must have told her what turned me off, was the first thing I thought, but that thought didn't last long, because two other thoughts replaced it and never let it come back.

The first thought was the realization that she was beautiful. Lexi was a knockout with her flowing blond hair, but this Raven with nothing on her lips or her face was stunning. She had the kind of face that you saw in fashion magazines. With her hair in that bun, she looked like a ballet dancer, the most gorgeous ballet dancer I had ever seen. The only thing that spoiled her looks was her expression. She had a snarl on her face. Even her beauty couldn't hide the contempt and anger she was feeling as she looked at me.

The second thought started as she began slowly taking off her clothes. When the rags dropped to the floor, I saw she wasn't skinny and lumpy at all. Everything was in perfect proportion, at least for my tastes. Beneath her dress, she was wearing some kind of thin black one-piece thing that was so tight, it looked like she had been poured into it. It was moulded around some amazing breasts and an equally amazing ass. I felt my mouth drop again as she took my hand. She turned slightly to the right and lifted my hand up to the back of her neck and placed it on a zipper. Like a sleepwalker, I slowly pulled the zipper down her back. It went so low that before it stopped, that I saw the crack between her cheeks. When I dropped my hand, she turned back to face me again and began slowly peeling off her cloth thing. I watched her and forgot about everything except her stunning face and body. She didn't say a word. Nobody said a word.

When she was naked, she took my hand again and slowly pulled me toward the bedroom. Most of the next hour was a blur. I noticed a few things, like the bright lights that made it seem like we were having sex on the beach. I noticed we were doing things that drove me wild with lust, things that Lexi and I did, but they felt new and different and more exciting. Maybe it was because of her arms and legs. They were long, and they felt like tentacles wrapped around me. She pulled me to her so tightly that I had to work really hard to move, and then she loosened her arms and legs and let me pound away, only to slowly tighten them up again and make me pant with my efforts.

The nasty look on her face was soon gone, replaced by a lascivious expression that would have aroused a statue. She was as totally absorbed in pleasure as Lexi ever was, and soon the orgasms started. Hers were different than Lexi's. There were soft moans and little shakes of her entire body, as if each time she came, she turned into a jiggling bowl of Jell-O.

I heard a voice as we were tearing at each other, but it wasn't Raven's. It was Lexi's. She was the director, and she was softly telling Raven what to do. I could hear some of her instructions, because Lexi was all over us. Whichever way I turned or rolled or slid, she was there, inspecting our bodies up and down, mostly where our genitals were connecting. I think I saw her face more than Raven's. Jerry must have been close to the action, too, but I never saw him, and I didn't know how close he was until I finally watched the video a long time later.

We moved from one position to another, and several times I felt close to coming, but each time, Lexi said something to Raven, and she lowered the intensity. I remember thinking that Lexi could read me like a book and knew exactly how I breathed and what kinds of sounds I made when I was about to come.

As we went through the greatest hits, I overdosed on pleasure until I started becoming frustrated at not being allowed to have an orgasm. And I also gradually became exhausted as Raven's long arms and legs squeezed the life out of me. I started thinking that I might pass out before I could come.

I was on top of Raven holding myself up while I pounded into her when I ran out of gas and collapsed on top of her. As I lay there with my head on her wondrous breasts, I saw Lexi's face move next to Raven's. She was whispering something into her ear.

Then Raven spoke for the first time. "You lasted longer than I thought you would, Morgan," she said, "and I'm almost ready to let you come. But you've got a little more work to do first. You need to get up now and put my legs on your shoulders."

I heard her, but I wanted to rest a little longer on her wonderful chest. Then I screamed as she hit me hard on the left butt with her right hand.

"Get up, Morgan," she said. "Do what I tell you." I screamed again as she hit my right butt with her left hand. I tried to lift myself up, but it was hard. Smack! Down came her left hand, then the right hand immediately after.

"I'm going to keep spanking you until you do what I say," said Raven. I heard a giggle, and I turned to see Lexi kneeling next to the bed, bent over my butt, and staring. She was enjoying Raven doing what I wouldn't let her do.

I tried to get up, but it wasn't fast enough for Raven. She began spanking me in a slow, nonstop rhythm. Each time, it stung harder and I gradually felt a hot pain getting stronger; like someone was aiming a blowtorch at my rear. 

Finally, when I got on my knees, she stopped. I lifted her legs up, but it was more like she was lifting them herself and dropping them onto my shoulders.

"Now move closer to me and push against my legs," said Raven. As I did, I looked at her. The lustful expression was gone from her face, and the face of hate and anger was back. Suddenly, I was afraid of her. Pushing her legs back had lifted her butt off the bed and into the air. I was still inside her. My butt was burning and I felt the pain spreading from there through my body, but I was still hard and anxious to come.

"Get to work," she said. She was almost spitting out her orders.

I began to move in and out of her. "Ow!" I screamed. She had slapped both butt cheeks again. Her long arms easily reached around me.

"Harder!" she said.

I began to move faster, and she began to grunt. It wasn't long before she spanked me again and said "Harder!" I tried to go faster. She kept prodding me this way until I was pounding her into the mattress, and she was bouncing back up at me. Sometimes we collided into each other so hard that my bones rattled, but she kept hitting my ass if I slowed down. She wasn't saying anything now, just making strange sounds. Then I heard Lexi's voice. It was louder, as if she was trying to get Raven's attention.

"He's just about there," she said. "He's going to come soon."

She repeated this, and then Raven said, "Slow down!"

I was glad to slow down, because I was exhausted, even though I felt that if I kept up the pace, I could finally come.

"Slower!" said Raven. She wasn't hitting me now, just telling me over and over to slow down. Finally, I stopped.

"Push my legs back more," she said. It took all my effort, but I pushed and raised her butt higher in the air.

"Put it in my ass slowly," she said.

"What?" I said. I didn't think I heard right. Did she really want it in her ass? Lexi had never let me do her there.

"You heard me!" she hissed and hit my butt cheeks hard with both hands. I quickly pulled out of her vagina and started pushing at her anus.

"Easy! Slow!" she said, and I could tell she wasn't enjoying this. How did Lexi get her to do it?

I slowly pushed into her anus. Once I was in, I slid in smoothly. I could tell she had plenty of lube in there. When I got all the way in, I stopped. She was panting and whimpering. I waited for more instructions. Finally, they came.

"OK, get to work," she said. "But slowly."

I began moving slowly almost all the way out and then all the way in. She was squirming and whimpering. I felt her hands grab my butt cheeks and pull them apart. Just being touched there made me scream in pain. She let them go as I continued moving, and then she pulled them apart again and made me scream once more.

The sounds of her whimpering and panting in pain and my screams mixed together in a crazy rhythm. Despite the lube, she was very tight, and her anal muscles were spasming around my penis. I think she was out of control but it felt amazing, and I started getting excited again, even though I cried out in pain each time her hands grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled hard at them.




Used



"Here come your five," she said. "Are you ready?"

"What?" I said, but Raven didn't answer.

"I'm ready," said Lexi.

"Now get to work really hard and don't stop no matter what I do," said Raven. I saw her mouth twisted in pain.

"Are you sure?" I said.

She let go of my butt cheeks and spanked me hard. "Damn it! Do what I say!" she hissed. I pulled out of her fast and slammed into her anus.

"One!" she screamed. "Don't stop!"

She kept calling the numbers each time I pounded into her, and she kept pulling at my butt cheeks. I was getting close to coming. Just before she yelled five, I felt something. It was one of her fingers, and she was pushing it deep inside me as I rammed into her anus. Lexi must have told her how that affected me. I came hard and kept on spurting deep inside her. Then I collapsed onto her. I waited for her to start hitting again, but she just lay there panting. She was also crying, and I felt her moist face as I put my head on the pillow next to her head.

I stayed hard for a long time, but finally I felt myself wilting. Raven felt it, too.

"Pull it out slowly," she said. As I did, I felt her arms and legs going around me and squeezing me tight. Then she rolled me over until she was on top of me. She pulled free of me and sat on my belly and looked down at me. I could tell she was upset. I felt like telling her it wasn't my fault that I ripped her ass apart. She had asked me to do it. But I was too weak to say anything. I was just trying to catch my breath.

She lifted off of me and turned around until she was sitting on my chest and facing my feet. I heard Lexi talking to her and felt Raven moving on top of me. Then Lexi was lifting my head up and putting a cushion under it. When I looked up, I saw Raven's butt above me, and she was spreading her legs and lowering herself down.

"No!" I screamed, but it wasn't a scream. It was barely a whisper. For the first time, I thought I heard Jerry's voice, but I didn't hear what he was saying. Lexi said something to him, and he didn't say anything else.

"Lick my ass!" It was Raven, and her voice sounded like she was in a lot of pain.

Her anus was almost touching my mouth, and I saw some of my come on it. I gagged and tried to move my head away, but her butt was pressing against me. I could barely move.

"Lick my ass, or I'm going to really hurt your butt," she said, and to show me what she meant; she pulled one of my legs back and let me have it with the palm of her hand. It seemed harder than before, and the pain ricocheted inside me until every fiber of my body was in agony.

"Lick my ass!" she said again. I began licking and choking and gagging. As I licked up and down across her anus, she began pushing it out and opening it.

"Stick your tongue in," she said. "Deeper! Deeper! Now suck everything out!"

I almost threw up several times, but I kept going. I tried to spit out the semen, but I swallowed a lot of it. When there wasn't much left, she told me to open my mouth wide and put it around her anus. Then she pushed again and again until more come dropped into my mouth. It seemed like she would never stop. When she finally did, she got up, and I lay there exhausted and nauseated. I turned my head to one side and didn't see anything, but when I turned it to the other side, I saw Lexi sitting in a chair staring at me. Her face was bright red, and she was breathing heavily. I watched her as she slowly caught her breath and calmed down, and then she spoke. She was bubbling with delight.

"That was awesome, Morgan," she said. "I came at the same time you came, and I came again while you were eating your come from Raven's asshole. I know we've never done that, but I thought that it would be something special to remember.

"You've probably guessed by now that we're never going to have sex again. I didn't think you were right when you said we might have used each other up. But once I realized you really felt that way, I really wanted this farewell present. I want to give you one too, but so far I haven't come up with anything because I've given you everything you've ever wanted -- well, except for anal, I guess. But now that I've seen how your big thing destroyed Raven's ass, I know that I was smart to never let you try. Even though you weren't in there long, she's still hurting badly.

"I would be happy to stop right now, but we can't. Remember when you asked me how I got Raven to agree? It was hard, especially because you disgust her even more than she disgusts you. And she was as scared of anal as I was. But I promised her that after she had sex with you for me, I'd let her do a couple of things just for her and Jerry would make a video for her to keep. Jerry doesn't know anything about this, because he would have warned you. But I think he'll cooperate, because he knows that I haven't slept with you or anyone else for a couple of weeks. And after today, I'm all his if he still wants me. I've been watching him out of the corner of my eye, and he's as hard as a rock. I told him that I would do all your favorites with him, and then we'd think of some new favorites. I'm so excited because we already have something special between us without the sex, and now we're going to go to a level that you and I could never go to.

"So this next part isn't really for me, Morgan. I'm not even sure I want to see it. But it's for Raven, so we'll do it, and then we'll be done. Then we'll have used each other all up, so we can go on with our lives. OK, Raven."

Raven came back to the bed and put her face up to mine. I noticed her eyes were still moist. Her mouth was still twisted as she tried to handle her pain, even while she was sneering at me. "I don't think you'll fight me," she said in a whisper, "but if you want to, I can handle it. No matter what you do, I'm going to humiliate you, but if you cooperate, it will be over faster. You don't have to do anything. I'll do all the work this time."

I saw her put her hands into a jar of thick white cream. Then her left hand grabbed my testicles and began manipulating them. The cream was greasy lube, and her hand felt good, even though I was too exhausted to get aroused. Then I felt a finger between my butt cheeks again, and it was going in deep. She pulled it out, and I saw her stick her right hand into the lube again and scoop up a bunch more. Back it went between my cheeks, and this time I felt two fingers pushing the lube deep into me. It didn't feel as good as one finger did.

A few seconds later, three fingers were pushing another big gob into me, and they definitely didn't feel good. After she pushed the lube in, Raven started moving the three fingers in and out, and she spread them apart a little. My body seemed to move on its own and begin squirming. It was trying to get away from the fingers and shake them lose, but the fingers kept following my body as it moved around the bed. I felt like I was in Lexi's fantasy, because I was watching what Raven was doing to me, but I was also feeling agonizing humiliation at the same time. Then the fingers were out of me, and I stopped moving.

"Omigod," I heard Lexi say. I looked at her. Her eyes were wide, and her face was as red as her dress. She was kneeling on the carpet next to the bed and staring at Raven. I followed her eyes and saw a huge ball of white move out of the jar and toward my butt. Then I felt fingers at my anus. They were pushed together, and they started going into me with the wad of lube. I was feeling like I was going to split open. Raven had four fingers pushing in as far as they would go before they stopped. And then they slowly pulled all the way out, and a second later, they were pushing back in.

"Oh, Jerry, I can't believe what I'm seeing," said Lexi's voice. "Put the camera on the tripod. He's not moving anymore. No, you don't have to look. But come over here. I'm burning up. She's got all five fingers tight together now, and they're going in. I don't think he even knows it. His head is moving like his neck is made of rubber. His eyes are popping out of his head.

"Get behind me, Jerry, please. I need you right now. No, forget about what I said before. This is different. I promised you I wouldn't let him touch me anymore. It's been almost two weeks. It's over. We don't have to wait. Pull my dress up, and pull my panties down. Come on, Jerry. Don't look at him. Quick. Pull your pants down. Now slowly put it into me. I'm so wet. Do you feel it? That's perfect. It's sliding in and I'm feeling every inch of it for the first time. I don't even have to see it. It's beautiful.

"She's pushing, and you're pushing. I'm feeling something amazing, and so is he. I can tell because he's lost all control of his body. He's thrashing around like a fish in a pail. He can't stop flipping in all directions. She's slowly pulling out of him, and now she's going right back in. He's trying to say something, but he's got almost no voice. Why am I so excited? Go a little faster, Jerry. Did you feel that? I just came. But I know I'm going to come again. Not too fast, Jerry. I don't want you to come yet.

"Here. I just had the strangest idea. but I want you to push this lube into my ass with your finger. Push some more in. There, I think that's enough. Now just push one of your fingers in and out of my ass while you go in and out of my vagina. Don't speed up yet. I think we're in the same rhythm as Raven is with her hand. She told me she might be able to get her arm up to the elbow inside of Morgan, but I wouldn't let her. Maybe I will. The thought of seeing that just made me come again. OK, Jerry, I'm sorry. No, I won't let her. I know he's your best friend. She's pulling her hand out of him now. Keep going, just a little faster. Yes, like that.

"Omigod. She made her hand into a fist inside him, and she's trying to pull her fist out of his asshole. What did you say, Raven? You promise you won't tear him. Did you hear, Jerry? She says if she goes slowly enough, it won't cause any real damage. But he's crying, and shaking. It looks like he's going out of his mind.

"Oh wow! It just came out. It popped out, like those lottery balls pop out. And when it came out, there was this huge hole. His asshole is so huge, it looks like it's never going to close again. Oh thank god. I see it's getting smaller. Very slowly. It looks like it will recover. There it is, just a little rosebud again. If I hadn't seen it, I would never have believed it could get that large.

"Now she's starting to whack him off. You can go faster, Jerry. Yes, I've already come a bunch, but I know there's more. I want you to come inside me when I'm ready. She's playing with his balls, but he's still limp. Now she's leaning over. She sucked him into her mouth. She's giving him a blowjob. I can't believe it. He's crying and in tremendous pain; and he's trying to get away from her, but she's getting him hard again. Faster, Jerry. And tell me when you're ready to come.

"He's really aroused now. Even though his eyes are crazy and his face is twisted, his body is pushing into her mouth. Oh! She pulled her mouth off of him, and he screamed. But now she's using her hand; and he's pushing into it. And she's pulling at his balls. She's really attacking them, much more than I ever did. She's pulling them hard and letting them snap back, and she's twisting them around and slapping them hard from side to side. But he's still trying to hump her hand.

"Oh, this is what she was telling me about. He's almost there. He's desperate to come, and it's just a matter of seconds now, but she let go of his penis. I can hear him begging her to put it back. But she's got both hands around his balls now -- and there, she's squeezing them as hard and fast as she can. And the come is shooting out of him. He's screaming. There's another hard squeeze and more come flying everywhere. And another squeeze. She squeezed really hard, and there was still some come shooting out. Now I understand what she meant by ruining his orgasm.

"I hear you, Jerry. You're ready to come, too. OK, quick. Pull it out and stick it in my ass. Yes, I know it will hurt, but I've got lube there, and you should be coming soon. Ow, ow, ow! That really hurts. No, keep pushing hard. There, I felt that. You didn't even get all the way in before you started spurting. Keep pushing as you are coming until you're all the way in and then stop.

"I wanted to feel what anal was like one time, and I sure did. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed like forever. It's not for me. Never again. There, just stay like that. You're still hard. Can you feel me squeezing you?

"Raven, please get off the bed now and take the camera and get behind Morgan's head and try to aim it at me. I can feel Jerry getting soft now. Pull out really slowly, Jerry. I'm going to put my head down and lift up my ass, because I don't want you to spill one drop of all that come you put in my ass. That's it. Now move away. No, don't say anything.

"Are you ready, Raven? OK, keep the camera on me. I'm coming over and getting into the same position you were before. Push that cushion under Morgan's head again and tell me which way to move until my asshole is right at his mouth. I wish I could watch me do this, but I'll have to watch your video later. Is he still conscious? Yes he is. I felt him try to move his head away. I'm locking it between my thighs. There we are. Now I'm going to lower my butt onto him; but I'm not going to threaten him like you did, Raven.

"Do you hear me, Morgan? This won't hurt you. I'll wait until you're ready. I'll just sit here on top of your mouth until you begin licking. I know your nose is in the hair in my crack. I can feel it tickling. You can still breathe through your nose, so you'll be OK. I just have to give you my ass full of come before we're done. You've earned it, Morgan. It's my final goodbye to you.

"So take your time. When we're finished, you can go home. It could take a few minutes, or we can stay as long as you want. It can be a long goodbye or a short goodbye, depending on when you start licking. Oh! That's wonderful. Thank you, Morgan. It feels even more incredible than I imagined. Oh my! Oh my! Keep licking like just like that. You don't have to stick your tongue inside. I'll let you know when you should open your mouth wide. It won't be long. I feel it coming soon, and I'm holding back to make it more powerful. I want to shoot everything Jerry deposited in there right into your mouth."

Raven drove me home in silence and helped me inside. She undressed me slowly, got me into bed and covered me before she spoke.

"I know you're hurting more than me," she said. "I was really surprised. I told Lexi you would never show. I know it doesn't matter to you, but after I squeezed your balls, I started feeling bad about what I did to you. I'm sorry, and I don't even know why.

"Your balls aren't really hurt. I've done that before, except with guys who got off on it. Their balls recovered, and so did their assholes. You'll be fine in a couple of weeks. I guess I better go now. I really am feeling strange, not excited, like I thought I would feel. I know I'll never even see you again. Goodbye, Morgan."

I heard her, but I didn't look at her. My head was on the pillow, and I just stared at the ceiling as she closed the door. I kept on staring until I fell asleep.

The pain was agonizing every time I made a move on Saturday and Sunday, but I decided to go to work anyway on Monday. Halfway through the day, I realized that was a mistake. But Tuesday was better. I didn't talk to anyone that I didn't have to. Everyone could see they better not ask me any questions about my pain.

The night after the video session, my phone rang. I didn't answer. When I checked my voice mail later, I heard Jerry's voice, and I deleted the message without listening to it. Jerry kept calling on Sunday and the rest of the week, even at the office. As soon as I heard his voice, I hung up.

I worked hard at wiping that night from my mind. The one thing that kept coming back to me was something that Jerry had said about Lexi. She had told him that something had clicked for her, and she had started growing while I stayed the same. I kept thinking about that, even after the pain went away.

I met a hot new woman, and she was wild in bed. Not as wild as Lexi, but I started thinking she might be interested in the same kind of arrangement. After three exhausting dates with her, I didn't call her again. For a while, I didn't date, and when I started again, I realized that something had happened. I was different. I wasn't looking for a Lexi replacement anymore. I started getting more involved with the women I saw – and other people, too. Maybe it had finally clicked for me, I thought. For a moment, I wished that it had clicked earlier when I was still with Lexi. After that, I actually forgot about her for a long time -- until one night when I was in a restaurant and saw a woman looking at me.

It was after work, and I was with a few friends. I saw her out of the corner of my eye but when I turned my head, she was facing the bar. I thought maybe I was mistaken, but I kept looking at her anyway because she was stunning, at least from the back. She was with two other women at the bar, and I could see their faces. They were good looking and had hot bodies. She was different. She looked like she didn't belong at a bar in a chain restaurant.

There was an elegence to her. Her beautiful shiny, flowing hair fell flawlessly over her bare shoulders and as she moved her head, it seemed to flow like a river. I was hypnotized by it. Her dress emphasized her curves, but it was elegant, not slutty. Her butt was on the stool, so I couldn't be sure, but it looked great. Everything about her told me she was out of my league.

Then I saw her get up from her stool. I had been right about her butt. I saw a flash of cleavage as she turned. She had a great chest too.

Curiosity got the better of me. I wondered if she was one of those women who looked good from the back but had a plain face. I got up and walked over to where the women were picking up their purses and paying their bill. I would just walk around them and glance at her quickly as I went back to my table. I wasn't going to be stupid and say anything.

As I approached her, she turned her head, and I gasped and staggered. It was Raven, and she was devastatingly beautiful. She saw me too. I started walking faster, almost running. I heard her voice behind me. "Wait!" she yelled, but I barely heard her, because I walked quickly right out the door and down the street. I walked around for 15 minutes before walking slowly back to the restaurant looking in every direction like a hunted animal.

My friends were getting ready to leave, and they asked what had happened to me. Apparently none of them saw her. I told them I just needed some air all of a sudden. They looked at me questioningly. Everyone paid his bill, and I went home. I felt myself shaking as I drove my car, and I had trouble falling asleep.

When I came home the next day, there was a message from Raven on my voice mail. "I want to talk to you, Morgan," she said. "I've wanted to do that for a long time, but I've been scared to call you. When I saw you last night, it finally gave me the guts to make this call. I know you don't owe me anything, and I could tell from last night that you don't want to see me, but I promise it won't be more than a few minutes. Please call me." She left a number.

For the next week, my mind was full of Lexi, Jerry, and Raven. Everything I had suppressed came down on me like a huge wave. A couple of weeks after that horrible Friday night, I had found a DVD in my mail box. It was unmarked, but I knew what was on it. I threw it in a drawer and never watched it, but now every minute of that night ran through my mind again as if I were watching the DVD. I couldn't remember the pain much, but the degradation and mortification was as fresh and devastating as if it had happened yesterday. Sometimes I found myself starting to cry.




Used



Slowly, I pulled out of my depression. Certain thoughts still came to mind at odd times, but they didn't bother me as much after a while. One day as I was listening to my voice mail, and her voice came on again. It was the same message. I had never erased it. I listened to it all the way through and then sat looking at the phone for 10 minutes before I picked it up.

We met at the Denny's near my office. I got there 15 minutes early. As she walked in, I looked at her and then looked around to confirm what I felt. Yes, every man in the room had his eyes on her. She was too beautiful to be real, and she had an air about her that was both aloof and hot at the same time. She smiled at me when she sat down. There was no hint of her trademark scowl. Maybe she's an actress, I thought, and she's learned how to fake anything; because she's coming across all warm and fuzzy, and I know that's not the real Raven.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said.

"I can tell you're nervous," she said. "I'm trying to cover it up, but I'm sure I'm more nervous than you are. Thank you for agreeing to see me. You look great, by the way. But then I was always attracted to you. I realize now that I was really jealous of Lexi. That's why I was nasty to you. I couldn't admit to myself that I really liked you, because you weren't one of us."

"What do you mean?" I said. "Oh, you mean-"

"Yes, goths," she said. "It all seems so silly now, but I guess it was something I had to go through. I'm not going to bore you with my life story, but it wasn't a happy one when I met you. I needed the goth thing to help me out of my nightmares. You know, after that night... I didn't need it anymore.

"Anyway, I was saying that I was really jealous of Lexi. And even though I only saw you a couple of times, I think I had a crush on you. Maybe because I couldn't love you, I decided to hate you. That doesn't excuse what I did, but maybe it helps explain it a little.

"I've done a lot of things in my life that I've regretted, but the worst of all was what I did to you. To this day, I still think about it every day. I have the video on my desk next to my computer. I've never watched it. Whenever I happen to see it there, I feel ashamed. It's like a reminder to me of how low I can sink if I don't watch out.

"So one reason I wanted to see you was to ask you to forgive me. I know I have no right to ask, because I've never made it up to you. I thought a lot about what I could do for you, but there really is nothing that can compensate for something like that. If you can think of something, I'll find a way to do it -- not matter what it costs me.

"Now I'm going to really freak you out, Morgan, because the other reason I wanted to see you was to thank you. Like I said, after that night, I didn't need the goth lifestyle anymore. But that's not why I'm thankful. That night sent some kind of lightning bolt into my soul, and it changed me. I didn't realize it right away, because it was a slow process. But I'm a totally different person now than I was then. Well... maybe not totally different, because there are a few things that stayed with me.

"Do you know that I have so many friends now that I feel like I'm living in a field of beautiful flowers? They all think I'm kind, and generous, and thoughtful, and loyal, and that I would never hurt a fly. Are you laughing? Yes, I've really fooled them, but I can't fool you. You know the disgusting, hateful woman who wouldn't think twice about ruining your life. That's why I keep that disk on my desk. It tells me to never let my guard down, because I don't ever want my friends to know who I really am."

"You didn't ruin my life," I said. I wanted to look at her face, but I was looking at my hands. "I'm happier now than I've ever been. I've got a lot of friends too, real friends. I've changed a lot since you knew me. I wouldn't judge you today like I judged you then. I think I've grown, and it sounds like you have, too. You look beautiful, and it sounds like you're a beautiful person, too. Just throw that disk away. You don't need it."

She didn't answer. I kept looking at my hands waiting for her to say something. Finally, I looked up at her. Her mascara was running down her cheeks, and her tears were falling on the table like a waterfall. She looked like a mess, and she still looked beautiful. She wiped her eyes with her fists and that made even more of a mess. She jumped up from the table and ran to the ladies room.

When she came back, her eyes were still moist, but she was smiling that warm smile again. She sat down and looked at me for a while. "I'll never forget what you said tonight, Morgan," she said. "It's much more than I ever expected. I still can't forget what I did to you, but you've made me so happy tonight that I know I'll be able to bear it a lot better. I can't thank you enough. I won't bother you again. I promise. Now I've taken enough of your time. Just stay right there. I'm going to pay for our coffees and leave."

I didn't say anything as she got up and took her purse. She took a step away and then she came back. "This is so stupid, Morgan, but I have to ask you," she said. "I promise you I'll never send you anything, but would you mind if I friended you?"

"No problem," I said. I felt like I should say something else, but I didn't know what it was, so I just sat there looking at my hands.

"Thanks," she said and left. As soon as I didn't hear her heels clicking, I lifted my head and looked at her. I watched her as she paid the waitress and walked out the door. She turned her head back for a second and saw me and smiled. I tried to smile back, but I don't know if she saw me.

Things moved fast after that. Two days later I got a call from Jerry, and I agreed to meet him. It was at the same table at Denny's. We hadn't seen each other since that night. He didn't look a lot different.

"The reason I tried to call you before was not to say I was sorry," he said. "It took me more than a month to understand how sorry I really was. It was after I broke up with Lexi. I just wanted to explain to you about Lexi and me. She convinced me you didn't care about losing her, and she told me she wasn't having sex with you anymore, and I would be the only one she'd ever have sex with again, and it would be a hundred times better than with you. She had me snowed, and I was ready to do anything for her, even though I knew I wasn't doing the right thing for you.

"So I was there filming you and Raven and getting all hot and hard thinking about Lexi and me doing some of the same stuff. We were leaving town for a resort the next day, and she told me we wouldn't be spending much time outside the bedroom. When Raven started spanking you. I said something to Lexi, but she said that you and she had done that before.

"When Raven forced you to eat your come out of her ass, I was almost as nauseated as you were. I told Lexi I'd had enough, but she kept telling me this was good for you and for us, because you would never want to see her again -- and the break with you would be total. I didn't realize at the time that you would never want to see me again either.

"I can't explain what came over me when Raven started humiliating you. It was like Lexi had hypnotized me, or at least hypnotized my penis. I just did what she said. I looked at myself doing her and tried not to listen to the horrible sounds you were making. I never really saw what Raven was doing to you, but I knew it was ghastly. When I saw Lexi climb onto you and force your face into her ass, I lost it and ran to the bathroom and threw up.

"That's what I wanted to tell you when you wouldn't take my calls. Now I don't even know why I wanted to tell you that. I have no excuses. The whole thing was disgusting, even at the beginning when you were enjoying it."

"I was enjoying it?" I said. "I don't remember that."

"I do," Jerry said. "For the first hour, you and Raven were totally into each other, and both of you were glowing. If I hadn't known better, I would have sworn that the two of you had been lovers for a long time. She had a lot of orgasms, and she wanted you to come too, but she had promised Lexi she'd prevent you from coming until you did it in her ass."

"You don't know that," I said.

"Raven told me," he said.

"So you still see Raven?" I said.

"Not anymore," he said. "I saw her a few times after I broke up with Lexi. We never slept together. All we ever did was talk about what we did to you. She was a lot more shaken up about it than I was. She called me yesterday and told me about her meeting with you. That's why I decided to call you again."

"What happened to you and Lexi?" I said.

"That was your fault," he said. "I was really in love with her until that Friday night. The next day we went to the resort, and we screwed like rabbits. We did that for the next month, and it was amazing. Sometimes she would tell me how much you liked something or how I did something in a slightly different way than you did. You always seemed be there with us, no matter what we were doing.

"We stopped talking like we used to. She stopped being funny. It was like our normal lives were on hold. All the things I loved about her were gone. Don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing. But the rest was missing, and I think we both realized it at the same time.

"She's the one who had the guts to finally bring it up. I'm ashamed to say that I might have gone on with her like you did. But thank goodness, she made me realize what was happening.

"She said that she couldn't stop remembering what she had done to you. She was watching the video and getting excited and then feeling horrible about being so turned on. And while we were having sex, she was thinking about you all the time, even when she was coming. Did you know she loved you?"

"What?" I said.

"She said she tried to tell you a few times, but you weren't ready to listen. She had a feeling that you weren't capable of loving anyone, but she was hoping that someday you'd grow up and be ready to listen. Then she'd find out if you loved her too. But when you started talking about being used up, she realized that she wasn't going to be around when you woke up so she gave up on you. But you can't turn off feelings like a faucet.

"You know that sexy outfit she wore that night? She told me later that it was for you, not me. She thought you weren't going to go for Raven, and she was ready to do the video with you. She told me that deep inside she hoped you would reject Raven and pick her. That's why she wore it.

"What we did to you really messed us up. We both admitted we were scared to have a normal relationship because we'd always be thinking about what we had done to you. So we decided to split as friends."

"Have you ever seen her again?" I asked.

"No," he said, "but I think about her all the time, and then I think about you. There are so many great things that Lexi and I have in common, but there's one bad thing we have in common that overshadows all of them."

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No," he said. "I'm sorry. Really sorry, and all I can tell you is that I'm paying for what I did every time I think of her and what a wonderful thing I ruined. That should give you some satisfaction."

"No, it doesn't, Jerry," I said. "I'm really a different person now. I had suppressed what happened until I saw Raven. Then it all came back. But that was good, because I was ready to deal with it. It belongs to a different part of my life. You and I have had had hundreds of good times together and one really bad time. I know you're a great guy, and I forgive you for everything. Just like I forgive Raven. Hell, I even forgive Lexi."

"You do?" he said. "Are you just saying that, or do you really mean it?"

"I mean it," I said. "I'm not proud of the person I was, but none of us are the same anymore. Raven is amazing. I'm sure Lexi is too, and I forgive her and wish a wonderful life for her."

I heard a noise, and I looked up and saw Jerry shaking. He had his handkerchief in front of his face. Before we left, we arranged to get together the following week.

When I got home, I looked at Facebook. I stayed on one page for a long time, and then I decided to write a few words.

It turned out that one of the things Raven carried over from her old life was her crush on me. We're married and have two kids, but whenever we meet someone new, they still think I'm married to a model. I love to kid her about this, because it gets her red in the face and lights up her smile. I love her smile. I love everything about her.

Jerry called Lexi the next day and told her what I had said. She didn't believe him, so she came with Jerry when I met him the next week. When I repeated it for her, she fell apart, and everyone in Denny's watched her melt into a puddle on the table. After she pulled herself together, she couldn't stop hugging me, and then she couldn't stop hugging Jerry.

They have two kids also, and the four of us get together often. With the kids and without. Sometimes our other friends notice that there's something different in the room when we're all together.

"It's like you're all so natural and so tight together," one of them said. "You can say anything, and the others always know what you mean, even if no one else understands. It's like you've all been to hell and back together, and there's nothing that can ever get between any of you now."

"You're very observant," I told him. 



Used



Phil came into the sauna as I hoped he would. He came up to the top tier and sat below me where I was lying on my back, just a white towel around me, the leg toward the wall bent, foot flat on the wooden slats of the bench, with the other leg straight. He sat close enough to me that the roughness of his towel brushed the toes of my stretched foot. I had started hardening up just in anticipation that he'd come. It had been him who had said "See you in the sauna" and had given me "that" look. And I continued to engorge now that he was here.

It had been my first visit to the gym I'd signed up to use on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, and, saying that he was a physiotherapist at Baltimore's Mercy Medical Center, he volunteered to spot me. I said that was fine with me. I liked the look of him already, dark-haired, maybe ten years older than I am, sparely built but with the musculature of someone who gymed a lot. What really got me was that he was colorfully tattooed all over his torso and arm on his right side. I couldn't see it all because he was wearing an athletic T over his shorts, but it appeared to be one, swirly Oriental pattern. Very intriguing.

He had a gentle, sensual touch with strong hands and long, thin fingers.

I wasn't the only one he was spotting. He spent time with a small Hispanic guy about my age too. I could tell that he aroused me not only because I was hardening up while he was spotting me but also because I felt the loss when he was working with the Hispanic guy.

I had taken his "See you in the sauna," along with the look he had given me, as indications that he'd known I had hardened and was interested. I wasn't easy or anything and didn't go with a guy often, but I wasn't any virgin either. When I went with a guy, I wanted it to be casual, like this was, and I wanted him to take the initiative and control. I'd had no intention of going in the sauna before he'd said he'd see me there.

I felt his hand on the calf of my stretched-out leg. He was lightly massaging the muscle of the calf. I neither drew away from him nor responded positively—although, of course, not drawing away from his touch was an affirmation. I went harder. I felt his other hand wrapping around the ankle of my bent leg and the one on my calf raised my right leg to a bent position as well. He gently coaxed my bent legs into a wide stance, and there I was, the towel around my waist spread wide and him scooting in and sitting close below me. He could see all the way up my thighs. He could see that I was hard. And he could hear my shallow pant.

Both of his hands glided in, along the inner surfaces of my calves and thighs on either side, slowly. He was giving me time to object. I could have swung away, off the bench, and just walked out of there. I didn't. I wasn't doing anything to help him, but I was giving all control over to him. When he got there, one hand encased my cock and the fingers of the other laced themselves through my balls and distended them. My cock was throbbing inside his loose grip and my moan surely was audible to him.

Letting loose of his hold on the balls but not the cock, he changed position, moving down to the bench tier below me and sitting below my waist, and turned toward me. He leaned over and took my lips with his and, while we kissed, he began to stroke my cock. Sitting back up straighter, he captured my eyes with his. Neither of us said anything, but I was breathing heavily and giving little whimpering sounds. I was overwhelmed by arousal and it didn't take long before I jerked, gave a little exclamation, and came in his hand. Still we were silent; still he was holding my eyes with his. His cum-slathered fingers moved down to my balls, lacing through them and distending them again. A slick thumb moved around the rim of my hole and then penetrated me. I gasped and raised my buttocks to give it a better angle, and the long thumb entered me to the knuckle joining the hand, and he began to slow stroke my ass. He stopped occasionally to press in hard with the thumb and jerk it back and forth, causing me to raise my pelvis up, my body to shimmer, and me to groan deeply. That arm had gone under my leg and I raised my right leg and rested it on his shoulder on the tattooed side.

I wanted him to fuck me. I didn't do this often. But when I did, it was casual like this. I wanted him to more than finger fuck me; I wanted whatever he had between his legs inside me.

We both heard the sound of the sauna door opening, and he pulled his hand away and turned to a seated position as I quickly lowered my leg. It was the Hispanic guy, small of stature, but a well-cut body and a cute face. He came in and sat below me, his back to my face and beside Phil. Phil's attention went to the other guy, and I felt the loss. He put his arm around the Hispanic guy, and it wasn't long before I could tell that Phil was giving the guy a hand job. I could tell it from the moaning the guy was doing and the movement of his back in front of my face.

I knew the moment the Hispanic came. And I knew when Phil lifted him and pulled him into his lap and lowered the Hispanic guy on his cock. And then I knew the moment Phil stopped pulling the small guy up and down on his cock and ejaculated.

It did embarrass me, but I was patiently waiting for my turn—either right there or in the shower or anywhere Phil asked me to go with him.

But when he was finished with the Hispanic guy and they both stood up from the sauna bench, Phil just turned, leaned down and kissed me on the lips, and muttered "Later. Let's meet again later." I tried not to show my disappointment and he hadn't broken the connection. He'd said "later."

* * * *

"Interested in going someplace and shooting pool tomorrow night?" Phil asked as he was spotting me on the bench press Thursday night.

"Sure, but why not tonight?" I asked, not being in a hurry to be with him or anything.

"Can't tonight. I'm working the night shift. In fact, gotta get going now."

"Where should we meet and when?" I asked, trying not to let the disappointment in my voice show. I had been looking forward to tonight for two days—since he'd finger fucked me on Tuesday.

"How about the President Street Starbucks at about 9:00 p.m.? There's a good place with pool tables not far from there."

Friday night and Phil was late getting to Starbucks, by about half an hour. But I waited for him. It occurred to me that it was done on purpose as a show of control, but that suited me. I wanted him to know he could control me. When he arrived he was dressed in green hospital wear—cotton-like trousers and a tunic-like thing over them.

"Might have to go into the hospital later," he said. "One of my regular patients isn't doing so well. Vertigo."

"Maybe we should cut the pool and go straight—"

"Naw, I'm sure it will be OK, and I want to play pool."

The place was full of atmosphere and testosterone. Everyone in there was male, and several looked like they were cruising. I got a couple of whistles myself on the way through the bar area to the room in the back with three pool tables. The air of both rooms was filled with smoke; it was hard to find a place in Baltimore these days that permitted smoking like this. I didn't smoke myself, but I connected it with being macho, and macho turned me on. All of the tables were in use when we got there, but there was just one guy at one of them, a good-looking tall, trim professional-looking dark-reddish-haired guy in well-pressed jeans and a navy-blue mesh T-shirt that closely fit his well-muscled torso and showed his beefy pecs off real well.

"Hi, there," Phil said as we sidled up to the table. "Mind if we join? This here's Shawn."

The guy and I shook hands as he said he'd enjoy having us shoot pool with him. Phil had said his name, but I didn't retain it. I was busy looking him over and liking what I saw. I did remember where Phil said the guy worked. He was an accountant in one of the big-name insurance companies that had its own skyscraper down at the nearby Baltimore Inner Harbor.

I wasn't good at pool, and Phil didn't seem much better at it, but the accountant was really good and was good about standing behind me and helping me to line up my shots.

It wasn't long before Phil came back from a visit to the head and was holding his cell phone in his hand.

"Sorry. Gotta split. The patient I was worried about fell and may have broken something. Later, OK?" he said to me.

It wasn't really OK with me, but it had to be. He left me in the middle of a game with the accountant.

"Want to go grab a bite to eat after we finish this one?" the accountant asked.

"Sure," I answered.

"A Five Guy's burger OK with you? It's nearby and right next to my apartment building."

The conversation over the burger was easy. He showed more interest in me studying to be a vet at the Community College of Baltimore County than I was able to muster in what an accountant did in an insurance company, but he was attentive and we found other things to talk about. The discussion got around to sports, as it usually does between two guys, and to professional basketball. I was purely hometown and followed the Baltimore Bullets. He went further afield, saying he followed some California teams but was partial to the Washington, D.C., Wizards.

"Hey the Bullets and Wizards are playing tonight," he said, like it had just occurred to him. "A late game. It may have already started, but we could catch most of it if you like. It's on TV and my apartment's right around the corner."

He lived in a pretty snazzy building, and although he only had a studio apartment, a living and dining area with a kitchen behind a bar counter and then a sleeping el off to the side with a big bed in it, it was kept neat and was expensively furnished. He had a gigantic wall TV on one wall with a sofa in front of it, and this was where we sat.

The game was already half way through the first half. He got us beers after he'd gotten the TV on and set on the right channel—two beers for each of us. When he came back to the sofa with them, he'd taken the mesh T-shirt off.

We sat there, side by side, watching the TV. The players looked nearly life-size on his TV and I found the game mesmerizing at this size. I don't know when he'd put an arm around me, but it was sometime into the second beer. I do remember when, during a commercial, he'd turned my face to him and we kissed. It was right after that that he pulled my T over my head and we kissed again while he ran a hand over my torso and rested it on my belly as the game came back on the air.

During half time he left to go to the bathroom, delivering me another beer before he left. I had half of it drunk before he came back. He was naked and was carrying a couple of packets of condoms and a tube of lube in his hand. Most of my attention, though, had gone to between his thighs. He was horse hung, both long and thick. And a good ways erect.

I, of course, knew what was going to happen then, but I was too mellowed out to care and the guy was Grade A for the occasional casual sex I liked to have.

Before the second half of the game started, I'd downed the third beer and he had my jeans off and me stretched out on the sofa, my chest on an arm of the sofa, my head flopped over the side and my arms extending toward the floor, my fists gripping the sofa legs, front and back. His face was buried in my crack and he'd pulled my cock through my legs and was stroking it with one of his hands.

We'd done no talking since he'd come back, naked, from the bathroom. Until then I had been so absorbed in the game that I thought we were just fooling around a bit.

He didn't ask me if he could fuck me, although it was quite obvious now that was going to happen. And I hadn't told him he couldn't either. He'd taken control, assuming assent, and that was OK with me. That had been more than OK with me ever since I saw what he had hanging between his thighs. One of my fascinations was in accommodating a huge cock—knowing that I had all of that inside me and could manage it. Not that I'd had a lot of experience with this—but enough.

When he rose from in back of me and came around to the side of the sofa to present his cock for sucking, he brought the TV clicker with him. As I took the cock deep into my mouth, seeing how far back into the throat I could get it before the gag reflex won out, he changed the TV to a gay male fuck video. The basketball game wasn't over, I didn't think, but he must have thought that the game had served its usefulness now, and I was too far gone with him to be concerned about the score in a basketball game. It didn't hit me until now, that he hadn't really been that much into the game anyway.

He fucked me there on the sofa, with me in the same position he'd put me in to begin with and him stretched over my back. I'd given him some "yes, fuck me. Oh, shit. Slower, please. You're killin' me. Oh god, oh, god, oh, god" lip while he was entering me, but once he was saddled and starting to pump, I just lay there, whimpering and groaning and gasping and breathing real heavy as he plowed me. He'd put a towel under my midsection, and I stroked that with the underside of my cock while he fucked me. When I came, it was on the towel, leaving his sofa all nice and neat and clean.

After we'd both come and laid there, cooling down, as I felt his cock shriveling up—never really shriveling, though, always thickly possessing—inside me, we whispered, him telling me how nice and sweet I was and me complementing him on the size and strength of his cock. He told me he didn't do this very often, which I knew from how he had it all set up was a lie, but that I was too sexy to resist. I told him I almost never did it either and that he was like to split me with that horse cock of his. That pleased him, I could tell—and as I knew it would.

Neither one of us apologized or said it shouldn't have happened.

When he let me up off the sofa, the porn flick still going on the screen, I went into the bathroom, peed, and cleaned myself off with a washcloth. I looked into the mirror, examining my face for some sort of self-remorse for being such a pushover on a casual meeting. I didn't see any sign of guilt. What I saw was a little smile, remembering how big the guy's cock was and how I'd taken it all. I tried remembering his name or even a sense of where this apartment house was, but nothing came to me. That did make me slip on a little frown.

I stood back from the mirror, took a "pose," and dipped my head down a bit, letting a lock of hair fall down in my face, and gave what I thought of as a sexy James Dean expression. I looked good and highly fuckable, if I did say so myself. "Please, Mr. Accountant with the huge cock, can you stick it in me again, pretty please?" I murmured, gave a little laugh, and then turned back to the bathroom door.

When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the foot of his bed, swigging another beer. He had another in his hand, which he gave to me, and I stood there in front of him, pulling on the beer, while he did the same with one hand and palmed my cock with the other and slow stroked it. The porn was still going on the TV. I thought then that he must have it in some sort of loop. The actors kept changing, even though the fucking didn't, so maybe it was something that just played constantly.

He had a fresh condom on his cock and was hard. When he'd finished his beer, he latched onto my waist, turned me, and pulled me down onto his lap. It took a long time for me to slide down his pole, but when I could feel his reddish short hairs tickling my buttocks, he held there, one of his hands roaming my chest and belly and thighs while the other one slow stroked my cock. He was waiting for me to finish my beer.

When I did finish it, he took it out of my hand, tossed it onto the carpet beyond danger of involvement in our fucking, and, arms encircling my waist, reclined back on the bed, taking me with him. He brought his legs up on the bed between mine, bent his knees, placed his feet on the edge of the foot of the bed and spread them. This spread my legs out wide too, but I managed to dig my toes into the edge of the bed and raise my pelvis enough to give him space to pull nearly all of the way out of me before stroking deep inside.

He fucked me in long, strong, ever deepening and quickening strokes, while I babbled how fully and well he was taking me and the porn continued on the gigantic wall TV screen across the room.

After he was done, he pulled me up with him fully onto the bed, used a clicker of some sort from a nightstand to turn off all the lights in apartment—with the porn still going on the TV screen—wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into his stomach.

I woke up only once in the night—near dawn, it seemed, from the dim light now showing in the room from around the corners of the curtains on the two windows. The TV screen was flickering its never-ending porn film. I was on my belly, with the accountant straddling my hips and slowly working his cock inside me. For some reason—possibly because we both were half asleep or because we were more reliant now, in the darkness, on the sense of touch rather than sight—this was the most sensual of the couplings.

He worked into me slowly, his bulb kissing my walls as he descended, giving them close attention as they opened to him. I raised up on my knees and spread my legs to give him deeper access, and his cock gained every nano inch it could inside me. I was dragging my cock on the sheets to provide friction, and he snaked a hand in, grasping the sides of the cock with his fingers and increasing the friction of the underside of the cock on the sheets. The other hand cupped my chin and turned my face to his for a kiss. I could feel him shudder and from there he took me quickly, vigorously. When I came in his sheets, I remember thinking nonsensically, "Oh, shit. Now I've left DNA." and worrying whether he'd be mad that I had soiled them.

When I next woke, still on my belly, one arm dangling toward the floor, it was light and he was coming out of the bathroom, obviously showered—I could tell because his hair was still wet—in a white shirt and dark suit trousers, and fixing a cufflink. He looked up and smiled.

"Good morning. I'm almost late for work. Coffee's made and feel free to scrounge anything else you can find for breakfast. Just be sure the door is locked when you leave."

I was thinking that it must be rough to have to work on Saturday and wondering if that was what all accountants had to do as he walked into the living area, picked up the TV clicker, and—at last—turned the porn off on the screen.

It was suddenly very quiet in there, as he knotted his tied and pushed his feet into a pair of loafers. I kept waiting for him to say more, but he didn't. This was the first time I'd ever spent the night with a guy. I assumed there was more that they said to each other the next morning. For the life of me, I couldn't think of anything to say. Ask him if he had flavored creamers for the coffee? Where the sugar was? Something, probably, but I didn't know what.

Ask him if this was it? Should I leave a telephone number or something? Surely this wasn't the end of it.

I heard the click of the apartment door and was all alone. I closed my eyes, needing more sleep, because, frankly, he had exhausted me.

I probably should have asked him "what now?" He had a cock to die for and he handled it real well. I had always skidded away from any possibility of entanglements, and he certainly had treated this as nothing more than a casual notch on his belt, but I could see the possibility of something more with him. But I didn't even remember his name. I was out of the apartment, the door locked behind me, when I realized that a little snooping probably would have rewarded me with his name at least.




Used



The collar chafed at my skin, the weight of it more in my imagination than in reality. I kept my eyes down as I had been instructed. I looked at my hands splayed on the rough floor, my long, slender fingers pale in contrast to the dark wood, my nails, bright red and perfectly shaped. I focused on my hands, trying to ignore the fear that grew stronger by the minute. My knees were sore from the hard floor beneath them. I arched my back, relieving my muscles and stretching against the tightness that had built up in my muscles as I waited.

The click of the leash sounded louder in my ear than I knew it really was. The metallic noise echoed in the silence. I felt a quick tug, the collar digging into my flesh. I crawled forward, wanting desperately to look up as I entered the darkened room on my hands and knees. The fear threatened to take over my senses. I felt my stomach churning and tightening into a knot. My muscles quivered as my nerves responded to the rush of adrenaline that flooded my body. I told myself to calm down, but the fight or flight response had kicked in and I felt every fiber of my being fighting against the part of my brain that told me to do as I was told.

When I felt another tug I stopped, my hands flat against the floor, my knees pressing into the hard wood. I heard voices over the rush of blood in my ears. There were a number of conversations taking place at once and it was impossible to tell how many were present. I felt nausea brewing and swallowed against it. My mouth was so dry. I could feel my body shaking and try as I might, I could not stop it. I thought of them looking at me, judging me, watching me shake in fear. They were enjoying this, I was sure of that. I heard the voices become louder and saw feet approaching in my periphery. I fought the urge to look up yet again. There were at least four pairs of feet within my line of sight at this point. I could hear more voices further away and wondered yet again how many there were.

I felt a slight tug as the clasp was opened and the leash was released from the collar. I started to panic a little. I wondered how bad the repercussions would be if I simply stood and walked out of the room. I knew I wouldn't. I would regret it. As scared as I was I knew I could not leave. I needed to please him. I needed to do this. I wanted to do this. I wanted to scream, to break my silence, to let off the nervous energy that coursed through my body. The need that I felt was astounding. The thought of being used scared me almost as much as it aroused me. The thought of being his whore, of being used at his direction, by any he chose, however he saw fit, made me desperate.

The sudden touch of his hand upon the back of my neck made me gasp. His touch was cold against the heat of my flesh. Still, that touch made me feel so good. I arched upward, feeling his skin on mine and wanting more. I was not disappointed. His other hand slid around my throat until he had me collared with his hands.

"Are you ready to be used, whore?" His voice was quiet in my ear and there was a note of pleasure and excitement in it that sent a flutter of wanting through me.

"Yes." I responded.

"You want to whore for me, don't you?" 

"Yes. I want to whore for you."

He chuckled and the sound made me tense a little. The thought of his pleasure filled me with pride while at the same time ringing alarms somewhere in the back of my mind.

"You will be fully used, whore. You will be treated like the slut that you are." 

"Thank you," I whispered.

"You are welcome, whore." The smile in his voice struck a chord and I felt myself swell with pride.

When he took his hands from my throat I felt a loss. I still felt every bit as owned, but the loss of that touch was almost painful. I had little time to think on that loss as I felt hands suddenly on my body. I cried out in shock and quickly caught myself and clenched my teeth to silence the sound. I steadied myself, spreading my knees wider and locking my elbows in place as I was mauled by more hands than I could count. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe.

I was being thoroughly inspected. Hands covered my breasts, tugged at my hair and slid over my ass. When my sex was roughly spread and fingers thrust deep inside me I instinctively pressed back against the intrusion. I was fingered hard and fast before being left empty, thrusting back against nothingness and wanting more. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to steady myself. I arched my back downward, thrusting out my sex in what I hoped was an inviting manner. I heard a chuckle from a few feet away and recognized it immediately. I was desperate and he knew it. He knew that I would be wet with need. Fingers tugged and twisted my nipples and I cried out as the pain sent shocks through my body. As soon as I took a breath I felt a sharp smack on my ass that made me cry out again. The sting was exquisite and I bucked forward to escape the next. I realized my error as the next smack came harder than the last and I immediately thrust my ass high again, correcting my posture. The next smack was hard, but not as hard as the last. I locked my elbows and thrust back again, wanting to show that I could take more.

My knees were suddenly thrust apart, the delicate skin scraping against the floor. At the same time a hand pressed against the middle of my back, pushing me downward. I pressed my face to the cold floor, my head turning and my arms sliding out before me. My back arched uncomfortably until the pressure eased when I reached the desired position. Another smack took my breath, this one on my sex which had been fully exposed as my body was manipulated. I stifled a scream not knowing if it was caused by the pain or the pleasure. My breasts were mashed against the floor and the rough surface assaulted my hardened nipples. Each new smack made my body slide forward, my nipples dragged roughly with the movement.

Fingers were thrust into me again, hard, deep, and fast. I was fucked hard, the knuckles banging against bone with each thrust. I felt my clit being rubbed and I pressed back hard, wanting release, needing it. I felt my hair pulled back as I was mauled by other hands. I moaned at the touch, feeling my body reacting. The fingers left me empty and thrusting. I could hear myself repeating the word please, over and over again, whispering in a desperate tone, barely audible above my own panting. I was left more desperate when the fingers rubbing my clit were taken away. I felt hands on my hips and back, a groping that left my skin wet. I was pinched and squeezed, my skin pulled from different directions. When those fingers neared my sex again I thrust back, wanting and needing. My hips were grasped firmly and I was pulled up again, my hands once again splayed against the hard floor and my elbows locking in place as I was pulled back. The motion was fluid and quick and I felt a nudging at my sex before I was entered hard, deep, and fast. I felt myself melt as the hardness filled me up and pounded me. I thrust back, meeting the motion and matching the rhythm. Hands grasped at my breasts and I felt my nipples twisted and pulled. I was torn between pleasure and pain, the two sensations wracking my body in waves.

When I felt a cold wetness drizzled over my ass I knew what was coming next and felt myself clenching instinctively. I didn't know if I was ready for this new assault. I felt a hand slide over my ass and then fingers toying with my hole. I pressed back, wanting it in spite of my fear. I wanted to feel filled. I needed to be fully used. The finger pressed inside me uncomfortably, slowly thrusting in and out, stretching me. I felt the finger pulled out and a hardness in its place. I clenched my teeth, the pain sending a spike of electricity shooting along my spine. The object was thrust in and out until I became more accustomed to the movement. All the while I was fucked, my cunt filled and emptied methodically and slowly.

When the movement stopped and the object in my ass started to vibrate I moaned with pleasure. My entire body picked up the vibrations and sent ripples of pleasure flooding through me, sensed by every nerve and magnified ten-fold. Apparently my response did not go unnoticed.

"Does that feel good, whore?" He whispered in my ear. 

"Yes." My voice was barely audible.

"Tell me, whore."

"It feels wonderful. Thank you."

"You are welcome whore. Do you need to cum?"

"Yes, please." I begged, not caring if my voice was desperate or not. 

"I don't think so, whore. I don't think you need it that badly just yet."

I whimpered as the vibrating stopped and I was left completely empty. My body sagged as I was left in my need, my body devoid of any sensation but the need that I felt.

"Are you enjoying whoring for me?" He asked with a smile in his voice. 

"Yes. I am enjoying whoring for you." I could hear the pleading in my voice. 

"You are a pleasing whore."

"Thank you. I am glad you are pleased."

When I felt his hand on my throat I thought I would melt. I felt owned in more ways than I could imagine and it felt good. I practically purred at his touch.

"Keep up the good work, whore. I may let you have release." 

"Thank..."

The sharpness of the pain as my ass was smacked with something hard and unforgiving stole my words and my breath from my throat. I flinched and clenched my body as I heard the whoosh of air this time. Still, I was unprepared yet again as the pain burst through my body. I felt tears welling in my eyes by the third strike. I hadn't felt pain so excruciating since I was a child being beaten with my father's belt. The thought made me cringe and almost distracted me from the next strike. Tears blurred my vision and my body stumbled forward. His hand on my throat was all that kept me from falling.

"Do you need something to distract you from the pain, whore?" 

"Yes please."

He chuckled as he was passed a dildo from someone I could not see. He held it before me so I could see it. I felt myself shiver at the thought of being filled again.

"Is this what you want, whore?" He asked. 

"Yes please."

"Tell me, whore." Came the expected command. 

"Please, fuck me."

"How badly do you want it, whore?" He asked, the smile in his voice more apparent now. 

"I need it badly. Please, please fuck me. Fill my cunt." I responded with every bit of pleading that I could muster and using all of the words that he liked me to use in hopes of earning my reward.

When he finally thrust the dildo into me I thought of nothing but the pleasure of being filled again. He fucked me hard, but slow, drawing the toy out of my cunt slowly and teasingly, making me rock my hips back seeking an extra moment of pleasure. When the next strike came I thrust my hips forward again in response to the pain and was denied his manipulations. When

I pushed back again I was met with a sharp thrust of the dildo and a searing pain that nearly brought me to the floor. After another repetition I realized the game and did everything in my power to withstand the pain on my already seared skin in order to be fucked. I withstood a few more strikes before I was rewarded with only the dildo fucking my cunt in deep, steady strokes. I raised my ass higher and spread my knees apart wanting its full length deep inside me. I was rewarded with deeper and harder thrusts, my cunt filled over and over again. When he pulled the toy from me and I was left empty again I nearly screamed out in frustration. My hips thrust back in a grinding motion as I begged for more with my body.

"Number, whore." He whispered in my ear, startling me.

"Ten.," I responded, wondering if I could even measure my level of arousal on any scale at this point.

"Do you want more, whore?"

"Yes. Please. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Please." The words rang out in bulleted sounds with each gasp of breath as I panted in need.

"You're a regular little bitch in heat aren't you, whore?" 

"Yes. I'm your bitch in heat."

"What a pleasing whore you are." He said. 

"Thank you. I'm glad that you are pleased."

"You'd fuck anyone that I told you to right now, wouldn't you?" 

"Yes. I'd fuck anyone for you."

"You'd fuck anything for me wouldn't you?"

I felt my breath catch in my lungs as I recalled an earlier conversation. I screamed silently, my breath coming out in a rush of despair and frustration. A voice inside my head was screaming "no" over and over again even as my body begged for release, begged to be used, begged to be fucked. I closed my eyes and for a split-second I wished that I could be home, safe and sound, far away from the madness that wreaked havoc in my mind.

"Yes, I would."

I couldn't believe the words as they escaped my mouth and I wanted desperately to reclaim them before they reached his ears. The chuckle that followed was pure and sadistic with a note of satisfaction that made me cringe.

"What a good whore."

"Thank you." I spoke the words instinctively, all the while fearing the next moment and each moment thereafter.

"I told you whore, you can't refuse me. You will do what I ask in order to please me."

The words were a whisper on his breath as he leaned in close and placed his hand on my throat. I had only thought that I had felt owned before. This was an entirely new feeling and I couldn't help but enjoy it even as the voice in my brain screamed out in revulsion.

"I know what you're thinking whore. I could. You would do that for me and you would enjoy pleasing me in that way. You would please me well and beg for more."

"Yes."

"I told you that I would not and I will keep my word, but know you know that there are no limits to what you would do for me."

I felt relief well up inside me for a moment before the rest of his words sunk in. I squeezed my eyes tightly and clenched my jaw, fighting back the desire to take it back.

"Difficult to swallow, isn't it whore?" He asked, his voice sweet and laced with laughter. "Yes."

His grip tightened on my throat a little before he removed his hand. He was letting me know that I had been claimed, wholly and fully. His hand slid downward and he pinched my nipple hard.

"Is my whore ready for more?" 

"Yes. I'm ready." I responded.

My body instantly reacted the promise of being used again. My cunt throbbed with need and my pulse raced as I imagined what was next to come. I found that I didn't care so long as release was the light at the end of the tunnel. I was desperate and frustrated beyond reason. I needed.

Rough hands grasped my hips and pulled me back. I was instantly rewarded with the thrust of a hard cock deep into me. I was pulled back further yet until I was kneeling and braced against strong thighs. My assailant took my arms in his hands, grabbing me just above each elbow and leaning me back into him as he ground against me.

"It was so very nice of him to allow me to use you." The words were harsh in my ear and I flinched at their closeness.

"He said that you were mine to use. Mine to fuck. Mine to borrow. He told me to make sure that you know that you were bought like so much meat."

The words stung more than I would have thought they might, but paled in comparison to what I saw when I raised my eyes. He was seated directly before me, watching me. A woman kneeled before him and his hand was wrapped in her hair. When I saw her head bobbing in his lap I felt a stab of jealousy. The emotion was so unusual for me that it caught me off guard. I was angry and hurt all at once and I could not think clearly. I raised my eyes to find his gaze and when he met mine he watched as I struggled to keep my feelings in check. I could no more read his expression than I could a Greek text. When the man behind me grabbed my nipple and started squeezing I welcomed the physical pain and closed my eyes against what was before me.

"I thought you were a good whore?" Came the man's voice from behind me. 

"I am." I said, a little too vehemently.

"A good whore knows how to fuck." Came the response. 

I raised up as much as I was able and began fucking him, grinding against him as his cock filled me. I no longer needed release. My mind focused only on the thought of fucking this man well and making him cry out in pleasure. I squeezed his cock each time I rose up and leaned forward as much as I could in order to afford him as much access as possible. I arched my back and rocked my hips against him, feeling his cock thrusting into me. It didn't take long until I felt his thighs stiffen and heard his breaths coming hard and fast. His hands mauled my breasts as he pulled me onto him with a final hard thrust. As his cock throbbed and pulsed, his seed pouring into me, I squeezed him, pulsing my muscles and milking his cock. I heard a groan as his body shook. I raised my eyes up and was not surprised to be met with a look of approval. 

The woman was now kneeling at his feet. I felt my hackles rise as she looked at me. I lowered my eyes to the floor and focused on a speck before me. I knew I was being reminded of my place. I knew that he was testing me. I didn't like it. I liked the feelings of jealousy that rose up in me even less. When I saw his feet approaching I looked up at him and rose to my knees as the man behind me extracted his self from beneath me. I raised my chin up and thrust out my chest a little. I waited for a word as he stared down at me. I still could not read his expression. When he stepped closer the expression changed and his grin was back.

"Do you want to worship my cock as well, whore?" He asked, looking down at me. 

"Yes please."

"What are you waiting for, whore?"

I clasped my hands behind my back and leaned forward, catching his semi-erect cock in my mouth. I immediately tasted his seed and the musky juices of the woman. The thought that he had spent his seed inside her made me flinch. I wouldn't give either of them the satisfaction. I worshipped him; sucking and licking until he was hard and fucking my mouth furiously. I swallowed every drop as he came and cleaned him carefully after.

"Good whore." He said, letting his hand fall to the back of my neck. 

"Thank you."

With that touch I felt my nerves settle. I let my head fall forward and closed my eyes. I felt my body relaxing. I hadn't realized until then how tense I had become. My need came rushing back as he stroked my skin. I felt him tug at the ring on the collar and I rose with it, barely able to stand. My hands and knees hurt from the hard floor. He led me across the room to a leather spanking bench. With a tug of the collar he let me know what to do. I kneeled on the bench and leaned forward. My arms were pulled forward and restraints placed on my wrists. The restraints were then fastened to rings on the bench. I was pulled forward uncomfortably; knees barely touching the step as my ass was raised upward and my stomach pressed down onto the top support. My knees were thrust apart roughly. I felt hands on my thighs as cuffs were wrapped around them. A few snaps and clicks later and I was forced wide, a spreader bar keeping my legs open.

I was left that way for a few moments, untouched by any. I felt exposed to all, knowing that my cunt was dripping with need. I could almost feel him standing behind me, watching me. When a hand slid over my ass I started at the touch. As if a signal, more hands began roaming over me. My cunt and ass were poked, rubbed, fingered, and prodded. My nipples were pinched and squeezed and twisted mercilessly. I was writhing against my bonds as pleasure coursed through me. I heard a familiar hum and felt my knees shake as a vibrating plug was slid first into my cunt and then into my ass. The discomfort lasted only a moment before the pleasant vibrations sent shivers of pleasure through me. Another hum and I felt something hard nudging at my cunt. The vibrator was thrust into me and I felt rather than heard a moan of pleasure escape from my lips.




Used



"Tell me, whore." He was before me, his voice direct and commanding. 

"I need to cum, please."

"Are you my whore?"

"Yes. I am your whore."

"Louder, whore. So they can all hear you." 

"I'm your whore." I said, my voice cracking. 

"Not good enough, whore."

"I'm your whore. I'm your whore. I'm your whore." 

I screamed the words in steady repetition, knowing that I would not find release until he was satisfied. The thought brought another night immediately to mind; a night long ago when I was made to scream those words for the first time. The recollection was an instant of realization and I was once again reminded of my place. 

"Yes you are. You will do what I want. You will please me in any way that I see fit."

"Yes."

"Do you need to cum, whore?" 

"Yes, please. I need to cum."

He reached behind me and brought his hand back with yet another vibrator. He reached beneath me and I felt the vibrator against my clit, throbbing and circling the sensitive bud. I felt my knees begin to shake almost immediately. My hips were pushed forward by rough hands and my hair was pulled back. My face rose and my eyes met his as he watched me intently. I felt the climax building steadily within me and my body shook as the first wave crashed through me. I felt myself trying to pull back, to find relief from the sensations shooting through my sensitive clit and realized that I could not. His eyes flashed when he saw the realization in mine. My clit throbbed and pulsed, each movement pushing it against the now steady head of the vibrator. My whole body began to spasm as white heat flashed over me. I was whimpering, my clit so sensitive now that the pleasure was turning into a painful electric shock that burst through me. I felt myself falling over the edge as my body fought against the pressure even as it craved it. I felt the familiar clenching in my abdomen as the first wave passed and I was taken further yet. My whole body stilled as I fought to keep that single sensation alive, fearful of losing the touch of the vibrator against the perfect spot I thrust forward, holding my body still. I felt a burst of cold, an icy touch that radiated from my clit outward, freezing my nerves as my body trembled violently. I felt a rush of liquid on my thigh and I cried out, begging for him to stop, pleading for him to let me go, no longer feeling anything but the flood of juices that dampened my thighs as my cunt pulsed and throbbed. When he finally removed the vibrator my clit and cunt were numb. I slumped forward on the bench, my body heaving and my breath coming in harsh gasps as I fought for air.

I awoke later, wrapped in a blanket, curled up on a couch. When I took stock I found my entire body sore and thoroughly used. I opened my eyes to find him watching me from a chair across the room. The pleasure in his eyes made me smile in return. I barely had the wherewithal to thank him before my eyes closed and I drifted off once again.



Used



I have always loved the penis. I think it is an amazing tool. It is easier to use than a vagina and can be more fun. Can you deep throat a vagina? I thought not. I am not saying I don't once in a while enjoy licking a cunt, because I love the taste of a girls cum. I know what you all are thinking and you're wrong. I don't love sucking on guys cocks. I like sucking girls cocks.

Last summer I lost my job and my girlfriend. Everything seem to be falling apart. It's not like I enjoyed my job but the pay was good. Stuck at a computer all day is difficult but the money is well worth the torture. As far as my girlfriend goes, Amy, she left me because she caught me in bed with another girl. Stupid to leave your room unlocked when you know your girl could walk in the door any minute. World had crashed down on me and I needed some alcohol to relieve tensions.

I ended up going over to Lucky's Pub on 42nd. Entered the bar to see that there were very few people there. I sat down and asked for some whiskey. Whiskey always seem to help get me fucked up and that's all I wanted to be right now. Puking in the bathroom seemed like the way out of my life.

Too much seem to be on my mind as I stared off into space. I had only downed two shots. The bartender asked if something was wrong and I didn't say a word. I heard the door open then close but didn't turn my head to see what had walked in until she sat down next to me. I looked her over and she was absolutely gorgeous. Probably about five foot six, long smooth legs embraced by black leather boots, fiery red hair, sexy lips, great breast, and an amazing ass. The skirt was tight and I was quick to notice the shape of her ass pressed against it. I just thought to myself "God damn what a piece of ass."

I had planned on going home at 12 but this woman had kept me here. I saw her looking through her purse for something, I was assuming was a lighter since an unlit Marlboro cigarette was resting between her glossy lips. Reaching into my pocket I pulled out my lighter, though I don't smoke I do carry it around incase of times like these. Anyway, I pulled it out and leaned towards her, lighting it for her. She thanked me as the smoke smoothly flowed out of her half open mouth.

After what appeared to be hours I did convince her to come over to my place. I was surprised that such a beautiful girl would want anything to do with me. She had told me she finds it hard to find men that accept her for how she is which I never understood until she took off her clothes. What a shock it was though I of course didn't mind.

She put her cigarette out in an empty bowl on the table before telling me to strip. Doing as I was told, I dropped my pants and removed my boxers, then my shirt. I was erect and standing tall at 7 inches. She stood up removing her shirt and skirt. "Close your eyes," she quietly said to me. I closed my eyes as I waited patiently, wondering what was to come. She grabbed my hand and put it down her panties. I felt around and found a dick. This beautiful girl had a cock and I loved it. Opening my eyes I smiled at her, which she smiled back as I rubbed her dick, causing her to become hard.

Turning away from me, she removed her panties. As her front came back into view I saw a large, long, smooth cock. She had shaved her pubic region and her balls. Pushing on the top of my head she told me to get down on my knees and suck her dick like a good bitch. I chuckled a little before dropping to my knees. I wrapped my fingers around her balls, squeezing them tightly in my hand. Running my tongue along her balls make her moan lightly. I took her nuts in my mouth, sucking on them as my tongue poked her sack. She brought her hand down to her dick and pulled her balls away. I looked up at her as she shoved her long dick in my mouth. I hungrily sucked at it, coating it with my saliva. She thrusted a little as I licked her smooth nine inches of meat.

Before long I felt her cock grow inside my wet mouth as her semen rushed out onto my tongue. She yelled at me to eat it all. I swallowed it all. She replied, "Good boy, now you get a treat." I was relieved now thinking I was going to get off. Standing up, I waited for her to drop to her knees. She looked at me like I was fucking crazy as she threw me on the ground. I put my hands on the couch to help myself up. As I started to stand up I felt something enter my anal entry. 

She thrusted her cock in fast and hard with no mercy. Truthfully I have never had a cock in my ass so her huge member was tearing my ass apart. I was trying to hold in the screams but they escaped. Grabbing my hair and pulling it, she rammed all nine inches inside my ass. I could feel her penis poking my inside walls. My ass was too tight for her and she didn't seem to care. The more I tried rejecting it the more she pushed in until she finally had an orgasm inside me.

Unfortunately the night didn't end like I wanted it to. She didn't even help me get off. I was fucking used. Right after cleaning up, she walked out the door. I never saw her again. 



Used



Dreams from the aftermath... 

I ruined my perfect life, just so I could put my dick inside of her. She played the game like a charm. She got everything she wanted out of the situation, and left me with nothing. She got her man back, and everything is perfect for her now. All I get to do is watch, and pretend to be her friend still. She used me. 

Sure she let me believe we had a chance after the fact. We fucked 4 times, each one more memorable than the previous. After the last time, she pretended she wanted to keep going. That there was a life with me. But she confessed to him. She regretted everything, apologized, and promised to give him everything he'd been asking for. And it worked. He took her back. 

She tells me she still wants to be friends. I see her at work like nothing happened. She comes to talk to the analyst next to my office, and spends 20 minutes talking to him about work. But she continually glances at me, smiles at me, teasing me, torturing me, reminding me how much trouble she is. 

The only healthy thing to do is to get over her. Forget about her. I'm quitting this job in the next 3 months anyways, I can be pleasant for that time. Out of sight, out of mind. 

But then, why do I go to sleep every night thinking about the way she feels in my arms? Why do I envision her lips around my cock every time I start to drink? Why do I tell my closest friend how amazingly tight her pussy felt? 

Every morning, I think about confronting her. She wants to parade herself so smugly in front of me, prancing about the fact that I ruined everything just to taste her pussy. I want to smack that smirk off her face. I want her to have to go home to her husband with the taste of my cock in her mouth. With my seed dripping from her pussy. With her asshole still gaping from my cock. I want her husband to see the look of shame on her face, and know it happened again. I want him to see the glimmer of fulfillment in her eyes. To realize that he will never satisfy her in the same way I have repeatedly. 

But it's just a dream. I sulk back into reality. I climb into my shower. I lower my chin against my chest and feel the warmth of the water run through my hair down my shoulders and the rest of my body. I grab my throbbing cock in my left hand and stroke furiously and violently. I push the palm of my right hand against the tiled wall, and grunt towards my feet. "Fuck her." 

As I reach orgasm, I continue to aggressively jerk my cock. I watch as I spray my cum down the drain, frustrated that it isn't dripping off that whore's face. 

And I go on with my day, as if everything is hunky dory. 

... 

It is a Thursday afternoon. It is 2pm and I am working on a report for last week's results. And like all 3 days of this week, she shows up. Today, she decides to come first to my office. 

"Hey, how's your day going?" 

"Not bad. Keeping busy with paperwork. Here to see Stan?" 

"Yea, thought I'd see if you wanted to take a snack break first. I brought homemade cookies." 

"I need to get this done. But I'm sure Stan will keep you company." 

"Alrighty. See ya." 

She walks away. I turn my head just quick enough to watch her hips sway a little more dramatically than normal. She remembers my penchant for grabbing her ass, for spanking it a tad harder than how she likes it. She wants me to chase after her. Fuck. 

As I continue to work on my report, I can hear her and Stan talking about their weekend plans. How she's planning to visit her husband's family out on the lake. I look over, and her ass is again poking out as she's bent over Stan's desk. 

Ok, I need to focus on my work. Let's get this report finished. 

About an hour later, I get up to use the restroom. On my way back, I notice her walking out of the break room. Her earlier visit is still fresh in my mind. For some stupid reason, I lose all my resolve. I end up being the one to initiate her. 

"Still interested in talking? Let's go for a walk." 

"Yea, sounds good." 

We silently walk over to the stairs. She enters first, as I hold the door for her. She climbs down the first flight of stairs, and turns around to face me. 

"So, how have you been?" 

"Pretty shitty. What do you want from me?" I respond, in an agitated manner. I walk towards her, looking her in the eye. 

"I just wanted to see how you are. Are you still angry with me?" She takes two steps backwards. Her eyes are avoiding mine, she's looking up past my right shoulder, waiting for the door to close. 

"No, I'm over it." I continue to walk towards her. We hear a loud clank of the door closing. 

"Bullshit. You're clearly still angry." She takes another step back. 

"Why do you care?" I lean forward towards her, getting into her personal space. Her face shows a bit of concern, now looking me dead in the eyes. 

"I still want to be friends. I want you to make sure you're happy." Her eyes drop to my lips, and back to my eyes. She's leaning against the wall; her hands are behind her back, braced against the wall. 

"I don't want to be your friend. Fuck that." I continue walking towards her. My hips start to press up against her. She turns her head slightly, exposing her neck. She's expecting me to kiss her neck. The warmth of her skin radiates towards my lips. My cock twitches. I'm sure she can feel it coming to life. 

She whispers, "What do you want then?" I feel her hands on my hips. She's looking straight at the door up the stairs. Blood is aggressively rushing into my cock. 

I whisper back into her ear, "I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock." My left hand cups her neck and firmly pushes her down. I take half a step back. 

She doesn't question her instruction. She doesn't show any hesitation in beginning to lower down onto her knees. My hand remains cupping the back of her head, following her path down. 

On her knees, she begins to unzip my slacks. She reaches in to pull my semi-erect cock through my boxers. My hand slides to her chin, pulling her gaze up to mine. I slap her across the face. 

"Put my cock in your mouth." 

She slides her tongue out, licking at the bottom tip of my cock. As my cock rises, she slowly takes it into her mouth. Surprising her, I push my hips forward, disappearing my partially erect cock in her mouth. Her throat gasps a little, as my cock continues to get harder and harder inside her mouth. I begin to feel the back of her tongue and her throat opening, just as she pulls back a little, pinning her head against the wall. 

Relentlessly, I step forward again, pushing my groin against her nose. My now fully erect cock begins to enter the back of her throat. I hold it there. I count aloud. 

"10" 

"9" 

"8" 

"7" Her eyes begin to water. 

"6" 

"5" 

"4" I can feel her lips tightening around the base of my cock. 

"3" 

"2" 

"1" 

I pull back, withdrawing my erect cock completely from her mouth. A trail of spit follows the tip of my cock from her bottom lip. She dribbles out a little more spit onto the tip of my cock as she gasps for air. 

I touch her chin to pull her gaze up towards me. She looks into my eyes with her teary, zealous eyes. I spit down, landing on her nose. I slap her across her face a little harder. The smack echoes through the staircase. 

She whimpers a little, looking down. But her gaze rises back up to me, on her own. Her intense blue eyes show a sparkle of gratification. This is exactly where she wants to be. She wants more. 

Before she can speak up, I again push my cock down her throat. This time I push quickly and much more violently, pushing the tip of my cock into her tonsils. I feel her teeth begin to bite down, and I immediately grab a handful of her blonde hair and jerk her head back, gliding my cock further down her throat. She gags slightly, tears running down her cheek. 

I hold my cock down her throat for another 10 count, this time silently in my head. I watch her struggle every second, her face showing glimmers of shame, pain, anger, frustration, completion, ecstasy. Her hands are down by her side, respecting my authority. 

I pull out very quickly, and push right back in, without giving her a chance to catch her breath. I again hit the back of her throat, and she struggles to hold her gag reflex back. I pull her hair back harder, making she doesn't even consider biting down on me. 

I push against her harder, my groin pushing hard against her nose, preventing her from breathing. The force from my thrust pins her head back against the wall. I grasp the back of her neck to insure she does not turn away. Her hands come up in resistance but she is unable to push me back. 

I look down at her and cadence my words carefully with a dominant tone. 

"Just remember, the taste of my cock will still be on your tongue when you kiss him tonight. My cock will still be on your mind when he fucks you tonight. He will never be able to provide you with exactly what you are feeling right now... fulfillment." 

She grunts a little, as I pull out. She shuts her eyes tight, tilts her head up towards me. The corners of her lips start to curl up, as she fights herself from giving into me. She is determined not to beg me to splash my dominance all over her face. She covers her face with her hands, feigning disgrace. Her sham tears run down her arms, imaginary as the sexual desire she fronts for him. 

Without a second thought, I step back and place my cock back into my pants and zip up. I turn around and walk up the stairs back to work, never looking back at the worthless pile of trash I left behind.



Used



The hotel room was lavishly appointed; no expense had been spared, from the opulent furnishings to the silk sheets to the enormous TV.

But what caught my attention was what, or whom, occupied one end of the room. The wall was bare, with a brick facade. From floor to ceiling stretched a large "x" shape made of wood, sanded and polished smooth. And chained to the structure was a petite young woman, in what looked to be her early 20s. Clad in minimal attire that hid nothing from view or touch.

I thought back to a few days ago; I'd had a meeting with a certain salesman with whom my company had worked for years. We'd just closed a deal, and with his larger clients he always liked to throw in "extras" with his contracts. I'd experienced several of these "extras" in the past, and honestly was kind of bored of the whole thing. Usually some new secretary at his office, willing to fuck clients for a raise. This time, however, he'd told me he had something special picked out. 

"This one isn't the usual," he assured me. "This one has... special tastes."

And indeed, this was something new. I approached the structure. "What's your name?" I asked her, brushing my hand along her cheek.

"I'm no one."

I looked at her. "No?"

"No. No one important. I'm a wet hole in the wall, a toy for you to jerk off in. A receptacle for your filthy cum."

A smile approached my lips. "I see." I tilted her head up to look at me. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

Her eyes pleaded. "Yes, Sir. I need it. I need to be used like a sex doll and thrown away."

My cock stirred in my pants; her words set me aflame. My breathing grew heavy as I removed my shirt, my pants. Removed my boxers, took my already stiffening cock in my hand. I groaned as I stroked, looking her in the eye as I felt my penis grow to its full length and thickness. Imagining the possibilities.

I pulled on the structure; I noticed that it spun on the wall. I smiled, but it was a cruel smile. I ran my fingers over her cunt; to my surprise, she was wet already. That turned me on even more, and I abruptly shoved my cock into her.

She cried out as I stretched her, and I paused. "Dirty little holes don't talk." I roughly covered her mouth with my hand and began fucking. There was an animal that emerged from me as I savagely pounded this poor little whore's hole. I groaned and grunted as I slammed into her.

Finally, I took my hands from her mouth, and pulled my cock from her pussy.

"Fuck," she gasped. "I've never cum from just fucking before."

"I don't give a fuck if you cum or not, you fucking hole," I growled, and spun her upside down so her mouth was facing my dick, and slid inside. God, her mouth was even tighter than her pussy, and I paused for a moment to savor the sensation. And then slowly began moving.

I fucked her slowly. She gagged and choked and sputtered from my strokes, but I continued to fuck; stretching her throat with my thickness.

I stopped, pulled out. "Too much?" I asked, in a slightly taunting voice, but with some genuine concern. Maybe I'd gone too far.

"No," she gasped, tears streaming from her eyes but the hint of a smile on her worn face. "I need more."

I groaned, shoving my cock back into her mouth, fucking her throat brutally. My hands gripping her thighs, leaving bruises. I grunted, tears in my eyes, as I hammered her throat and mouth; my balls battering her nose with each thrust. When I finally came, I pushed as far as I could go; spraying jets of hot cum directly into her stomach.

I pulled out and sat on the floor, dazed. What had just happened? I looked back over at her. Her makeup was smeared, her body bruised, her lungs gasping for air.

I slowly turned her upright, and kissed her cheek. I went into the bathroom and got some towels, and cleaned up her smeared makeup. Washed spittle and cum from her face. I unchained her and lay her in the bed. Then I dressed and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" she asked groggily.

"Thank you for allowing me to experience that," I told her. "But I need to leave that monster here." And I walked downstairs to my car.

*****



Used



She never saw it coming. She was just doing the things that she probably did every weekend, shopping, talking, mindlessly wandering all over the city. She didn't know I was there, watching her. I waited until she had her back turned before I but the cloth over her nose and mouth.

I could see her eyes start to flutter back to life, but her head still hung down as she was having an after effect to the drug. Gradually I could see her coming back. Her body was something to behold. She was tall, about 5 10 with hair that wasn't quite blonde and wasn't quite brown. She probably weighed 130 pounds, not much for her height. Her eyes were what drew her to me though. Don't get me wrong, she had the perfect body, but those eyes could pierce through you and see directly into your soul. Emerald green, my newly found favorite color. 

I let her wake up slowly, first her head was lifted and then I saw her try to draw her hand to her face, only to realize that she couldn’t for it was being held by shackles above her head. This was when I saw the fear in her eyes. She looked at herself and realized that she was naked, and drawn spread eagle. The irony of her “X” shape made me laugh to myself as I watched her try to struggle to pull herself free. I was looking forward to taking the fight out of her.

As her struggles stopped I got up out of the chair that I was sitting in. When I did it fell over causing a loud noise. Her head shot up in the direction of the noise. Even in her captured state she was still a fighter, but that is what I wanted.

“Whose there?” She demanded. Her tone made me laugh.

“I don’t think you are in any position to talk in that tone.”

“What do you want?” She asked again, not backing down.

“Isn’t it obvious. I want you. I have for a long time.”

She was silent. She knew what I meant. She wasn’t stupid. She still couldn’t see me and my voice echoed off the walls making it hard for her to pinpoint where I was. Her head, her eyes were searching for a face to put to my voice, but I wouldn’t let that happen, not yet.

“Please, just let me go. Don’t do this. I’m sure you don’t want to”, she pleaded. Her voice never wavering, never letting her fear show. How I loved her.

I was behind her now. I looked at her form from the back. Perfect X I thought to myself as I reached in front of her and grabbed her breasts. She went stiff as I touched her and started to struggle against her bonds again. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t wait to get between her legs. I took one of my hands away and moved it down her back, letting my finger drag along her spine. Her breath became short.

“Please… don’t”, she begged of me again, her strength slipping.

I stopped above her hip, and felt her breath in relief. I smiled at her mistake. There was no stopping. I moved my hand again, around her side and on to her stomach, then down towards her cunt. She started to struggle again. I pulled her back against my body, which is when she realized that I was naked. I’m sure she could feel my want for her. She stopped again.

“Please… no.” Her voice was cracking. I had her.

My hand moved between her legs. She tried to pull them together, but her bonds prevented it. I stuck a finger in her cunt. She was so tight. I was enjoying this so much, but she was not. She was dry. I started to fuck her cunt with my finger. She moaned, although I am sure it was in pain, not pleasure. I was so hard.

“Please… stop. STOP!” She was fighting me again. Wiggling and trying to turn away from me, to get my finger out of her. She was stronger then I thought.

I pulled her even tighter to me, knocking the wind out of her. Her head dropped and I could hear her gasping for air. My assault continued. First one finger then two. Roughly, in and out of her. Still, she wasn’t enjoying it. I started to rub myself up and down her back and again she went stiff. I had never been this hard. I had to have her now, whether she was wet or not. I removed my hand from her breast and adjusted myself so I was between her legs. I could feel her fear now. Her body was overcome in a cold sweat.

“PLEASE DON’T… PLEASE!” She started fighting again. I loved her so much.

“Don’t worry”, I whispered into her ear, “You’ll enjoy it.”

As I moved between her legs she once again tried to close them. I moved into position of her still dry pussy. I removed my fingers and then opened her cunt with them. I put the head of my dick into her cunt, enjoying the warmth. I started to move in slowly so that she could feel my love for her. She was so tight. Slowly I started to thrust into her, still holding her back tightly against my chest. I was in about 6 inches when I felt something blocking my path. She gasped as I hit it. She was a virgin? I knew that she was young. 18, but I never imagined that she was still pure. This made me even harder.

“please, no” Her head hung low now, her voice barely audible. 

“I’ll go fast, it will only hurt for a bit”

I pulled back a bit and then thrust my full 11 inches into her virgin cunt. Her scream was ear piercing, but it was done now. I got into a rhythm. Slow at first, pulling almost all the way out, just leaving my head in, then slowly all the way until my tip hit her cervix. Back and forth. Her spirit was still not broken. She struggled against her bonds, against me, against what was happening to her. Now she was pissing me off. I started faster my dick pumping all the way in and out as hard as I could. My balls slapping up against her ass. Still she struggled. I had had enough. I reached around her and started in on her clit, pushing and pulling. Rubbing it softly then hard. She moaned. I continued until I could see her head start to swing back and forth as she tried to force her orgasm not to come. Seeing her in such agony made me fuck her harder. She was now fully impaled on me. Her feet no longer touching the floor, she was suspended on my cock and there was nothing that she could do about it. I felt her breath get short and her moans were now almost constant. She started to squirm and then I felt her pussy grip my cock as she had her first orgasm. The feeling of a virgin cunts first orgasm on your dick is the best feeling. I continued to pummel her cunt. Harder and harder. She had no strength to fight anymore. I was getting close. I grabbed her legs and spread them so she was sitting on my dick. I fucked her harder and harder, by balls now making a smacking noise on her ass. She was groaning and thrashing on my dick, trying to get off again. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I pulled out so that just my tip was in and then shoved my cock all the way back in as hard as I could. She screamed and as she did I unloaded my cum into her. Her head fell back onto my shoulder as she fainted, completely spent. I looked over at her face, now covered in sweat beads and wondered how she would like being my sex toy from now on.

I removed my cock from her dripping pussy and untied her hands and feet. I carried her over to a bed, which I had prepared earlier. I retied her hands above her head and her feet together to the bottom. I looked at her. She was still beautiful, and she was mine.



Used



Her entire body ached with nerves and anticipation. She had never done this before. And as she waited outside the massive french doors, hesitating to knock or ring the bell, she thought again "what am I doing here?"

Dainty fingers curled into a fist, lightly wrapping on the door with a certain sense of hesitance. She waited for a moment.. two.. then she saw a shadow in the window framing the wall next to the door. 

She had been instructed to dress appropriately. "Prepare to be used," he had said. And so she did. Her skirt, while long, was worn without the hindrance of panties and her snug fitting blouse was also worn with no bra underneath. 

The door opened and it all seemed to be in slow motion, she sucked in a breath and glanced up at the man she had never physically met before but would now be her master. She blinked, looking over him timidly. His hair was as dark as the look on his face, but beautiful. High cheekbones were set in a stern chisel cut face and crystal blue eyes flashed at her with a look she could not yet determine. 

"Am I what you expected?" He asked. She answered with a shy smile and small shake of her head. 

"Am I what you expected?" She asked shyly. 

"You'll do." And with that he took hold of her arm and pulled her inside, closing the door behind them. 

"Up the stairs, first door on the left. Undress and wait." Then he turned on his heel and disappeared into another room in the massive house. She had no time to reply and so she hurried up the stairs, stepping into the designated room and taking in her surroundings. Her hands ran nervously over the buttons on her blouse, unfastening them with shaky fingers. 

Her blouse had just drifted to the floor when the door swung open and there he stood, obviously not pleased. With a few strides he was at her side nearly ripping her skirt as he tore it off of her. 

"I said undress before I got here. Next time you will do as I ask, slut." 

She shivered, afraid and excited at the same time. His hand ran roughly up between her legs, thrusting a finger into her pussy, twisting and pumping for a moment and then withdrawing. In an instant he was naked and sitting on the side of the bed. "Suck me." He murmured and she instantly dropped to her knees between his legs, hesitantly touching her lips to his hard cock. His hands tangled in her hair, making a fist and he hissed, "I said suck me." As he spoke he thrust her face down, forcing his cock into her mouth and she obeyed, licking along his shaft and sucking him deep into her mouth. He forced her head down over and over, fucking her mouth and it excited her, she felt so used. 

She was lost, under his control and everything else seemed to melt away while his cock thrust unendingly into her mouth. Her pussy twitched each time his cock touched the back of her throat and she could feel her excitement lubricating her thighs. 

"That's enough, slut." He said, pushing her from him and pressing her onto her back on the floor. He followed, hovering over her for a moment and then without warning pushed his entire length into her dripping sex. She gasped and he said "Do not cum until I instruct it." 

Her entire body was on fire. Here she was fucking a stranger, acting as his personal slut as he used her body. She loved it and he knew it, she could tell by the look on his face as he fucked into her body. 

Her nails raked down his back as her muscles clenched his length. It was driving her mad, her need to cum, but she knew she was forbidden and so instead she bit her lip until she tasted the bitter taste of her own blood. 

Her eyes closed and her back arched, her groans becoming near screams as he drove into her. "Yes slut, let me hear how much you like being used. Scream for your Master to use you." His words were a taunt, teasing her and threatening to push her over the edge and just as she nearly lost control she felt the sharp sting of a slap against her clit and her entire body jolted. "This is your punishment slut." He grunted, fucking her harder, abusing her pussy. "The next time I give you an order you are to follow it, do you understand?" She whimpered and then there was another sharp sting to her pussy and he growled, "Answer me, do you understand?" 

"Yes" She gasped, near tears as he pushed her knees up to her shoulders and fucked her even harder, brutally pounding into her, unyielding. 

"Yes what?" He barked, slapping her pussy again.

"Yes Master," She cried, secretly longing for more abuse to her tender sex. 

"Cum." He stated, not asking, it was an order. To her amazement her body stiffened, jerking beneath him and releasing in wave after wave of intense pleasure. At the same time she felt him pouring into her but he uttered not one noise, his body continuing to take hers until his passion had subsided. 

He took a moment, catching his breath and then he rolled off of her, pulling on his clothing, not facing her. 

"Get dressed." He said "And see yourself out." And with that he left her to dress in silent solitude. This didn't bother her however, because she knew she had pleased him. 

Quietly she shrugged on her clothing and made her way down the stairs and out of the house, getting in her car, and driving home. 



Used



Esme's heart was pounding, and she held her cell phone in a shaky hand. She had Ben's number dialed but hadn't had the courage to press the 'send' button. What was she doing? Why was she doing it? She wondered briefly what she would do if she accidentally hit 'send' and the call went through before she was ready. The possibility terrified her, and she quickly cleared the screen.

She was on her way home from dinner with her friend Fiona when she decided that there was no time like the present, decided to call Ben and try her luck at another reunion. She had been missing him lately. She was lonely and anxious about where her life was going. In high school she used to joke about being 'the old lady with lots of cats', but something inside her desperately wanted the normalcy of marriage and children. In that respect, it made no sense that she was turning to Ben. Yes, he wanted kids. Yes, he wanted to end up married. No, he didn't want that now. Did he want it with her? Time hadn't been able to tell her 'yes', but her heart was unable to tell her 'no'.

She had pulled off the road into a small parking lot attached to a somewhat bigger playground. The lot was empty, and she debated getting out and walking toward the tire swing that hung from a tree branch. The calm night wind pushed the tire, and it swayed slightly from side to side.

Esme let her head fall forward onto the steering wheel. It was something they did in the movies or in books to show a character's frustration. She went through the motions, but every action felt scripted and forced. How many times could you go back to one man before admitting that you hated him more than you hated yourself? Was aligning herself with him a way of punishing him for not leaving her earlier?

The cell rang shrilly beside her and Esme nearly jumped out of the car from fear. Her hand had gone to the door handle reflexively, seeking escape from the confines of her roomy SUV. It was ridiculous, the thought of escaping her car by running into a wooded area late at night. What was there to escape? She hadn't even called him yet; surely he hadn't chosen this moment to call her.

A second ring sounded, and surprised her almost as much as the first. She felt foolish when she jumped at the sound, and even more foolish when she glanced at the caller ID. Fiona. What on earth would make her think it was Ben? The idea was ridiculous. He was off somewhere being nonchalant about his feelings, she was sure. Still baffled by her last rejection of him, months earlier, but unwilling to demonstrate any wish to understand her motives. 

This was probably for the best, as even she didn't understand her motives. 

"Hel-lo?" Esme said into the phone, trying to sound upbeat.

"Did you call him yet?" 

Esme's response was a shake of her head, but she soon remembered she was on the phone, and pouty head motions could not be transmitted. "No...not yet."

"But you will." Fiona said, and they both knew it wasn't a question anymore.

"I was about to."

"Well, I still say you shouldn't, but what do I know? I'm only looking out for your mental health. Good luck, anyway. Guy's a creep but you want him, so I'll wish you luck."

"Thanks." Esme was smiling, picturing the crossness that must have been plastered on Fiona's face. She tried to be so tough.

Fiona hung up without another word, and Esme dialed Ben's phone number again. This time she pressed 'send' without a second thought, and waited through four rings for the familiar sound of him to fill her ear via a voicemail greeting. 

She waited for the tone and spoke hurriedly. "Hey, Ben, it's me...Esme. If you want, you can give me a call." She recited her phone number onto his answering machine and disconnected, then pulled her rearview mirror down and glared at her reflection. Brown eyes stared back, but they didn't hold any answers.

**

Esme was dreaming of breakfast cereal when the phone rang. The suddenness of the noise made her entire body stiffen, and for a moment she didn't know where she was. Her eyes slowly adjusted, and her personal effects slowly came into view. Her TV. Her coffee table. Her goldfish, Harry, swimming in circles around his plastic castle. She gazed at her cell phone on the table, lying face-up. She'd done that intentionally, she recalled, so the sound wouldn't be muffled when he finally called. Despite her fears, she'd had little doubt that he wouldn't call. Her fears were of something else.

She glanced at the clock and wondered how long she'd been unconscious, and how many glasses of wine had led her to lie down on the couch and close her eyes. It was nearly two am, yet the last time she remembered looking at the clock it was only ten. 

She answered the phone, steeling herself against the wave of emotion that would flood through her at the sound of his voice. 

"I'm sorry it's so late," the caller said. "I just got home and heard your message. I had to call you."

Their phone conversation was brief, little more than a request that she come over, to which she agreed. Her pussy had dampened at the sound of his voice, and she couldn't have said 'no' if she'd wanted to. The drive to his apartment was as uneventful and predictable as their telephone dialogue, and Ben met her at the door. He was still wearing the clothes he'd worn out to the bars, or at least she assumed he was. He smelled like cigarettes.

She could tell by the bulge in his pants that his cock was already hard for her (or was it for her?), and the moment she closed the door behind her he had her pinned to the wall. His mouth sought hers and she opened her lips under his. Any prudence she might have brought with her to his door dissolved under the press of his lips against hers. His tongue wrestled for entry into her mouth and she submitted, snaking her arms around his neck. Her fists clenched around handfuls of his pullover as he tugged at her bottom lip with his teeth, dragging a moan and a shudder from her.

When his mouth moved to her neck she moved her own hands down to his jeans. Fingers fumbling, she managed to unfasten his belt. Next to go were the button and the fly of his jeans. Eagerly, she freed him from the denim, pushing the jeans down passed his slim hips until they gathered around his knees and she could comfortably slide a hand inside his boxer shorts. His body was pinning her to the wall, or she'd have been on her knees for his already. 

He grazed his teeth over her neck, leaving it pink and tender and susceptible to the assault of his stubble, as she endeavored to wriggle free. He responded by grabbing a handful of dark curls and pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck to his mouth. As he licked and sucked and nibbled his free hand traveled down her body, over her hip, down her thigh to the hem of her skirt, wherein he changed direction and started the trek up the inside of her bare thigh, under her skirt. 

Esme was nearly holding her breath when he found her, already hot and wet and ready for him. He skimmed a finger over her pussy, teasing, but groaned despite himself when it penetrated her effortlessly, the slide in slick and smooth. 

"Ben." Her voice was hoarse and needy. He pulled the finger out, swept it over the nub of her clit, and plunged it in again, this time adding a second finger. She shuddered slightly. Her pussy clenched a little around his knuckles. She swiveled her hips, pressing into his hand, but he pulled out each time she strained for more penetration.

In an attempt to regain some semblance of control of the situation she slide a hand down into his boxers and wrapped her hand around his erection. He filled her small hand deliciously, and she stroked him coaxingly. When her fingers closed around his cock his mouth sought hers. "I missed you," Ben whispered against her mouth as she stroked. "Did you miss me, Esme?"

"Yes," Esme answered, though they both knew it was a rhetorical question. 

"You're so wet, baby," Ben said. He pulled his hand from between her thighs and pulled her sweater up over her head. Next off was her skirt, and she was suddenly naked in front of him, wearing only heels and a bra. Ben smiled. "You're so beautiful," he said.

Unable to wait any longer, Esme dropped to her knees in front of him. He watched hungrily as she took his cock head between her lips and started to suck. She kept her eyes open and watched his reactions as her mouth applied suction and her tongue teased and coaxed him. 

Ben watched Esme go down on him as if they'd never spent a day apart, a hungry look in his eyes that made her feel desirable and sexy. It was an empowering feeling in a relationship otherwise devoid of empowering feelings. She had his attention when her lips were wrapped around his erection.

"Slow down," Ben said, his voice husky. A lazy smile danced on his lips. "I'm ready to cum already."

Of course this was the point. The point was he not be the one in control, so she took him deeper into her mouth. She increased the suction as she stroked him with her tongue, breaking contact only long enough to catch her breath. She sucked on him until her cheeks were sore and her pussy was drenched, anticipating his entry.

"You suck dick like a goddess," Ben said, grabbing a handful of hair and using it for leverage to insert himself deeper into her throat, remembering how she always reacted to being dominated. She'd been a virgin when they met, and she'd opened her legs for him almost immediately, and had rarely denied him anything during their off-and-on relationship. Never actually his girlfriend, in the traditional sense, his friends, when they spoke of her, (which wasn't often because they didn't like her much), called her his fuck-buddy. 

Barry was the only one of them who asked about her if Ben didn't bring her up first, which had always worried Ben a little. He and Barry had a habit of liking the same girls and getting to Esme first had been quite a coup for him.

"I'm gonna cum if we keep this up—" Ben warned. Esme opened her eyes to look at him, her nostrils flaring as she struggled for breath, and sucked harder. Ben's cock started throbbing and Esme grabbed at his ass cheeks to pull him into her face but Ben pushed her away as his balls released their store of cum and gushes of hot thick liquid came spurting out of his cock. 

He held her in place by the hair as he emptied his balls into her mouth, his cock positioned just far enough away that he could watch the creamy liquid surge into her waiting mouth. Most of his cum hit its mark, but the portion that didn't trickled enticingly between her breasts. Even her tits were perfect--on the small side but firm with nipples so responsive to his touch he usually had her arching her back, aching to be touched and kissed and sucked.

She looked divine on her knees in front of him, swallowing down what cum made it into her mouth. He watched in awe as she gasped and licked at her lips, which had been rubbed red with the friction of the blowjob. 

He stepped back and looked down at her. "Your turn. I want you to make yourself cum while I watch." She slid her hand between her legs where she knelt, but Ben shook his head. "No, no. Sit down and spread your legs for me. I wanna see that pussy."

Esme complied, sitting her bare ass on the cool tile in the entryway. There was a draft coming in from under the door, but it didn't do anything to cool her off. She spread her legs and bent them at the knee. The heels still on her feet, one of the many pairs of 'fuck me' shoes in her wardrobe, made the picture even more enticing. Ben watched Esme spread her pussy lips apart with one hand before stroking her clit with the middle finger of the other hand. She knew what she liked and was soon gasping her way through an orgasm as Ben watched, transfixed, at the fingernails that were painted nearly the same shade of dark pink as the insides of her pussy lips. By the time she'd brought herself to orgasm, Ben was hard again. 

***

Esme feigned sleep until Ben disappeared into the shower. She threw her legs over the side of the bed once he closed the bathroom door and crept into living room when the sound of the shower assured her that the coast was clear.

She had spotted the envelope on his coffee table when she arrived last night, but hadn't been alone long enough to investigate its contents. It looked like a woman's handwriting, and she was even more certain because Ben's name was scrawled on the front of the envelope in purple ink. Frowning, Esme opened the envelope and pulled out a Valentine's Day card.

She felt a pang in her chest, but couldn't decide whether it was from guilt or hurt or shame. The inscription on the card was presumably in reference to a gift and read, "These are so I can take advantage of you later. Audrey." Esme recalled the unopened package of designer boxer shorts in Ben's bedroom, something he would never have bought for himself. They were purple.

"I guess that explains that," she whispered to herself and sat on the sofa, fearful that her legs might give out. She was trembling, and though it might have been from the cold morning air against her bare skin, she knew better by the way her heart pounded in her chest. A feeling of loneliness crept into her, but she was confused as to whether she was lonely because she knew what Ben was, or lonely because Audrey didn't. Ben was not Valentine's Day material. 

Esme slipped the card back into the envelope and stood, placing the card on the computer desk instead of the coffee table. The message was complex and simple all at once. 

She slipped back into the bedroom and under the bedcovers. Staring at the exposed rafters in the ceiling, she wondered briefly what Audrey looked like. Was she taller? More slender? Were her teeth whiter? Was her hair blond? 

Recalling that Ben returned her call the moment he got her message, Esme decided it was Audrey who should fret. She and Ben may have been on and off more times than she could count over the years, but it still didn't speak well of Audrey that Ben hadn't given her a second thought last night. He wasn't ready to settle down, but when he was surely she'd be the leading candidate.

Hearing the shower water turn off, Esme rolled over and closed her eyes. She feigned sleep until he was dressed for work and in his heavy down coat, sitting beside her on the bed, stroking her hair and brushing his lips against her cheek. 

"Thank you for coming," he said when she finally opened her eyes to acknowledge him.

***

Wrapped in the covers on Ben's bed, Esme listened despondently to the ringing phone. The ringing, which had started at 8:50 and was still going strong five full minutes later, irritated her. The pattern repeated incessantly, four rings and Ben's message, and then a click as the line was disconnected. Then four rings again. Then the answering machine. A vicious circle robbing her of tranquility. She wanted to lay on Ben's bed and think of nothing except how familiar it all felt, how much she missed him.

She pushed the bedcovers off and swung her browned legs over the edge of the bed. Browned because it was winter and the weather was cold and the sky was dark and every chance she got she took herself to the tanning salon.

She turned her head to get a glimpse of the alarm clock. If Ben wasn't already at work, he still wasn't late. It couldn't be his boss calling. Trotting into the bathroom, she turned on the shower and ducked inside. There was, of course, girl shampoo; a volume enhancing formula that smelled of citrus. It pleased her to think that maybe Audrey had thin, listless hair. The least the girl could do is have bad hair. The phone was still ringing, and she wondered if it was Ben. She dismissed the idea almost immediately, because he would leave a message, wouldn't he? "Esme," he would say, "It's Ben. Pick up the phone." Yes, he would do that. 

The shower took about twenty minutes, and another ten was devoted to calming her dark curls. She typically weighed down the thick mass with moisturizing shampoo and a deep conditioner. The volumizing shampoo had her on the verge of looking like Albert Einstein. Finally satisfied, she coiled her hair into a twist and clipped it to her head, letting a few short tendrils fall where they may around her face.

Padding back into the bedroom, Esme pulled her sweater off the floor and slipped it over her head. It was black and fuzzy, and fit snugly against her curves. She liked this, because it made her feel sexy. She reached for her skirt and pulled that on, too. She liked to dress in black, head to toe, because it made her feel like a secret agent. Tights would have completed the look, but have cost precious time last night in the fumbling to get them off.

She was back in the bathroom brushing her teeth when she heard a loud thump on the door. She stiffened, wondering who it could be and at the same time realizing the phone had stopped ringing. She spit and walked to the door, her feet gliding across the floor. Absently, she wondered if Ben's instructions not to answer the phone included not answering the door, as well. 

There was no security peephole in the door, so she simply stood next to it and listened for noise. She had no intention of opening it. She didn't want to meet this girl. She didn't want to make her existence a reality. And she wanted to be a secret.

"It's cold out here," a male voice bellowed, and the pounding on the door renewed. "Open the Goddamn door." Esme's skin prickled. There is something sexy about being told to 'open the Goddamn door', and she considered it. 

"I know you're in there!" the voice said, and now that she thought about it, maybe it was a familiar voice. She unlocked the door and opened it, not because it was a familiar voice but rather because it was not a woman's voice and the person she didn't want to meet was a woman. She was pleasantly surprised to see Barry on the other side of the door. And she recognized the feeling as pleasure, and her cheeks reddened slightly. His own cheeks were red, but that was because he was standing still as the beginnings of a snowstorm swirled around him.

"Oh," she said as he brushed past her into the house. His hair looked unkempt, and unnatural. His hair was shockingly blond, and she would bet it had taken someone a decent amount of time to get it so devoid of gold tones. 

"I thought it might be you," he told her, nodding his head toward the street. "That a new car?"

She nodded at him, and he looked at her crossly. "What happened to the Blazer?"

"Ben isn't here."

"I know... his truck's not out there. I was hoping he would be running late for work again and I could catch him before he left, but I saw an expensive SUV parked out front and got curious."

"Just me. He left awhile ago."

"Haven't seen you at the gym lately."

"I've been going in the morning. He's probably to work by now."

Barry gave her a disarming smile. "You're pretty desperate to get rid of me. You hiding a boyfriend in there?"

Esme bit her lip, unsure whether or not to play dumb. "I'm not the one hiding people."

Barry nodded appreciatively, "I always knew you were smarter than Ben. He's not too sneaky, then, is he?"

"He tries," Esme shrugged into her coat. "It's not his fault. I'm smarter than a lot of people."

"How long have you been seeing him this time?"

"Just last night. Look, we shouldn't be—"

"Christ, and you know already...he's pretty lousy at the cheating thing. The girl, she's pretty decent. This would break her heart."

"I'm sure Ben thought of that."

"I'm not so sure he has." 

It only took a moment for her to decide she could live without the lecture, and Esme slipped into her shoes, bending at the waist to buckle the straps. She didn't bend at the knees because she wanted to give him a view of her legs. The shoes had three inches of heel, and were black and strappy. They were the most expensive pair of shoes she's ever bought, and they were sexy as hell. She was about to break and ankle walking down the snowy sidewalk, but it was a small price. "You'll lock the door when you leave?"




Used



Barry stepped closer, grabbed her upper arm and hauled her to her full height. She nearly toppled into him. "What the hell?!"

"Subtle," he spoke directly into her ear. "You're a little snake, aren't you?" His breath was hot against her skin, and the heat seemed to travel through her in a wave, settling between her thighs. "What are you doing with him, Esme? He's a good boy. He's not equipped to handle you."

"What are you, his daddy?" Esme pretended to be angry, because she didn't have the energy to figure out what she was really feeling.

"The girl, her name's Audrey. It'll break her heart."

"It's not my fault he's cheating."

"It is. You're the only one he won't say 'no' to."

"So I guess you're her daddy," Esme swiped her cell phone from the counter and made a move for the door. Why did everyone want to protect this girl? Color was creeping into his face, and she didn't know if he was angry or just hot. It was warm in the apartment, and he was still in his coat.

"No," Barry said, finality lacing his voice. "I'm her brother."

Which maybe tipped the scales from hot to angry. Whether she was trying to reject the information, she couldn't say, but suddenly her concentration was on his coat. It looked new. Dark brown leather with no creasing or other visible signs of wear. He was studying her, but she couldn't read his expression. His eyes, though—she could read his eyes. 

His hand was still gripping her arm, his fingers biting into her skin. But it was his eyes that had her heart in her throat. Suddenly she was like a caged animal, skittish and desperate to flee. She'd seen eyes like that, brimming with barely contained rage and, heartbreaking, hurt. Vengeance so combustible the spark, when it did come, ignited a fire so great it had the neighbor's wife shuffling her and her sister out of the house while the neighbor pulled her father away from the door her mother had locked herself behind.

She could hear the shouting from the yard, which is maybe what brought the neighbor's wife running inside the house. And he behind her, relenting to whatever maternal instinct struck her. Fucking whore. They probably hear the screams from inside their own home. Esme winced at the memory.

Barry noticed her discomfort and immediately loosened his grip. He unclenched his jaw and focused on breathing. He could tell Audrey, but what would that do other than hurt her? Or make her doubt Barry and push her further into Ben's arms? He'd known better than to let this happen, known better than to stand by as Audrey went on one date, then more dates, with the boy she'd wanted ever since she was a goofy high school kid pining away for her older brother's best friend. 

And maybe he let it happen because he thought Ben might have grown up a little. And maybe it was his fault, for believing anything about Ben might change, especially when it came to Esme. Esme who changed everything just by stepping into the room. And so maybe what needed to be changed was Ben's perception of Esme. Maybe he needed to stop thinking of her as his. 

They didn't run in the same circle of friends, so Ben was never witness when she found somebody new. For all he knew, she sat around sulking and alone when they were apart. He most likely never considered the thought of another man's hands on her.

He hadn't released her arm. By the time he realized his hands were on her, realized he wanted to throttle her skinny little neck, the air between them was on fire. He could see life behind Esme's eyes for the first time in a long time. It made him wonder what might have happened between them had Ben not figured out the girl at the gym was his Esme. 

She had relaxed a little, had let her gaze wander to the computer, where her eyes had stilled. She seemed to be staring into space, as if lost in thought. She was so close that if she moved toward him by as little as an inch his lips would be on her skin. And she did move toward him. She turned her face toward his and brushed her mouth across his. A strangled noise erupted from his throat, but Barry didn't pull away. He covered her mouth with his own, darting his tongue between her lips and nibbling at her lips. She dug her fingers into the coat over his shoulders as his mouth worked hers.

Later, she wouldn't be able to say exactly how she ended up sitting on the counter, her thighs on either side of him, pressing into his hips as the papers that had littered the countertop now drifted to the floor. She thought she heard at least one glass break, but couldn't bring herself to care as his mouth covered hers and his tongue dove into her mouth hungrily. They didn't stop kissing when he draped an arm around her waist and hefted her onto the counter, and they didn't stop as he shrugged out of his coat, first one arm, then the other, letting it fall in a heap at his feet.

Esme's hands roamed underneath his shirt, and she dragged her nails down the length of his chest until they met at the waistband of his pants and she was working the button loose. She had to abandon the task when he pushed her suddenly inept hands away and did it himself, pushing his boxer briefs down with his pants and repositioning himself between her long, lean legs. 

If she'd been wearing panties he'd probably just have pushed them aside, their desire was that intense, but as it was he was inside her within seconds. One smooth stroke and he was buried to the hilt in her pussy. "Oh, God." Barry bit out the words, closing his eyes and savoring the hot, slick slide into her. 

She cried out, wrapping her arms around him and digging her nails into his back. Barry held fast, not wanting to move for fear that he'd cum before they even got started. But he was moving soon enough, because her hands were on his ass, pulling him deeper. 

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please fuck me." She pushed him away, and he slid out a few inches. "Barry." Her voice was a plea, but she was remarkably convincing. "Barry, fuck me so hard. Please."

Unable to hold out anymore, Barry complied. He thrust into her almost violently, burying his face against the soft skin of her exposed neck. Her hair was damp, and cooled his forehead. Her hands moved from his ass up his back and her fingers were soon buried in his hair. "Harder," she begged. 

"I'm gonna cum." He wasn't sure if he was protesting or not.

"Please, fuck me harder. Don't stop. Your cock feels so good. Does my pussy feel good?"

On the edge of blowing it, Barry stilled his movements. Esme's breathing was ragged. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop. It feels so good when you hammer into me, Barry. Just pound it, Barry. Please, just fuck me. I need it so bad."

Knowing she was doing it on purpose, she was trying to make him cum before he wanted to, didn't make it any easier to pull back. She was begging for it. Literally. And it was all part of some cute little game she was playing, although what her motive was he couldn't say.

"Does my pussy feel good?" Esme asked, snaking her tongue from his throat to his ear. "I'm so fucking wet, Barry. I want it so bad, please just give it to me."

Unable to stop himself he wrapped an arm around her ass and nearly pulled her off the counter so that his body was the only thing keeping her from hitting the ground. He used the leverage to hammer into her, each thrust bringing him closer to release. Esme rolled her hips underneath him, coaxing him into an orgasm. Barry brought a hand between them and found her clit, and though initially she tried unobtrusively redirecting his touch she soon relented. He swept his thumb over and around her clit, using the lubrication from her pussy. He circled her clit, luring her to the edge, before burying his cock in her pussy and finishing her by hand. She came apart in his arms, her pussy convulsing on his rod as she threw her head back. 

Feeling her pussy tremble around his cock put him over the edge. His cock throbbed as he came, the head pulsing with each wave of pleasure and stream of cum. She waited until she was sure he was done and then pushed him away. Barry slid out of her slowly, gently, trying to avoid unnecessary friction on his sensitive shaft. As soon as he was free Esme was on her feet and trotting toward the bathroom, presumably to clean up. Barry reached for his jeans, still bunched at his knees, and pulled them up.

When Esme came back out into the living room he was slipping into his coat. He turned to look at her. She'd fixed her hair, maybe splashed some water on her face, but she still looked like she'd just been fucked. It was a good look for her. "It's no good, Esme. Just stay away from him. Just let him be."

Their eyes met, and Barry watched a surge of emotion infuse Esme's expression. His words had reminded her of Ben and Audrey. Audrey was someone's little sister. She was Barry's little sister. It was easier when it was a name on a card. It was different when Audrey was the only reason Barry had fucked her. 

Ben hurts Audrey, Barry hurts Ben. Esme gets fucked. Twice.

Esme nodded, all of her resistance floating out of her. She wanted to grasp the air in an effort to keep it in place. She needed something to hold onto. Instead she reached for her keys and let herself out of the apartment.



Used Again



Her arms and more particularly her shoulders ached.

Not that they cared.

Her hair was matted to her forehead with sweat and cum.

Not that they cared. 

Her throat was sore from the extended pounding it had received.

Not that they cared.

It seemed like a lifetime since her body had been shocked, electrically shocked that is. The shock had been delivered by the "watch" he had fixed to her wrist before releasing her last time. Well to all intents and purposes it looked like a watch, only bigger than the usual feminine one she usually wore. The other difference was not clasp. Instead it had been snapped shut with no way of releasing it.

"We will use you again," he had said as he released her bonds.

"We will take you when we want to. This little beauty will let you know just before we take you. It will warn you not to scream. We want no unnecessary public scenes!"

Over the next week or so she had wondered what the device would do. The anticipation of neither knowing how nor when they would take her and use her had kept her wet for days. She would walk feeling the stickiness between her thighs. She would sleep so lightly that even the movement of a curtain in the breeze would wake her.

Then today as she walked home from work it all became clear. She had gone rigid as her wrist "fizzed". If you have ever used a TENS machine for pain control, or those wrist devices that help control snoring, or even just put a 9v battery to your tongue then you know what "fizzing" is. Instantly she knew what was happening. Her arousal shot off the scale and her senses became those of the hunted. Momentarily she stumbled, but then remembered the "no scene" admonishment and carried on walking.

She had barely gone 50 yards before a car drew up beside her and the door opened. As she looked into the dark interior of the car a voice said, "Get in!"

She did so without hesitation. She barely had a chance to look at the man (she was not sure that she recognised him) before a blindfold was placed over her eyes and pulled tight. Now in her own dark world inside an already dark car she sat waiting to be used as she craved to be used. Without care for her pleasure, she was a plaything of flesh and blood for the amusement of men.

Before long a hand was thrust up her skirt, between her legs and stared rubbing her clit and invading her cunt. Long fingers. Fat fingers. First one, then two filling her. Swirling inside her. She parted her legs to give better access and felt her pleasure building. Just as she thought to herself that this was heavenly, a voice whispered in her ear, "You will be fun tonight. I do hope you did not have any plans."

When the car had come to a stop (and she had been brought to 2 fingered orgasms) she was helped out, still blindfolded, and guided into a house. She guess it was a house as there was only one step to walk up.

She did not know where they took her, but it was on the ground floor. She has been instructed to strip naked except for her high heels. She did this obediently and soon felt the cooler air on her aroused and sensitive skin. Her arms had been pulled behind her and what felt like wide leather cuffs has been placed on her wrists. The type that hold the wrists close together so that heels of her palms touched. Her arms were straight with her hands resting in her arse.

Next she felt cuffs being attached to each ankle. Her gaoler then moved he feet slightly apart before two more clicks. When she tried to move her feet now, she found they did not move. She guessed correctly that there was now a spreader bar between her ankles, holding them about 18 inches apart.

She now felt her hair being pulled roughly back into something like a pony tail. Still some shorter hair feel over her forehead and face, but otherwise it was held behind her.

Now she heard a click and felt her wrists rise. She could not stop then rising and before she could think further a hand pushed her head forward and down so that started bending from the waist. Her wrists continued being pulled up until her waist bent at almost right angles.

If you looked at her from the side now she looked like an open "4". Legs straight, albeit held apart by the bar, body bent forward with her back parallel to the ground and her arms pulled up at something like a 45 degree angle.

In this position her head was at an adjustable groin level, Adjustable in that as one increased or released the tension on her arms so her body raised or lowered a little. Fine adjustment for a connoisseur of blowjobs!

As she started to get used to the position she felt something cold being pushed against her arse. Slowly it opened her and settled inside until her own muscles held it. She felt it start to vibrate. Nothing fancy, just a low background buzz. One that could drive you crazy for hours without ever making you cum.

The last piece of preparation was when she felt her hair being tugged back, pulling her head up. Somehow it was held there as she waited. What she could not see and could not know was that her tormentor had fixed a cord to her hair. He now passed it through a loop in the base of the butt plug that sat so snugly in her arse and was then tied off to the spreader bar between her ankles.

"Now you are ready. We will feed you all you need this evening and will only release you when we are finished".

At this point it went quiet and she was left hanging there, almost literally. She did hear the sound of male voices some way away. She couldn't quite tell why, but the low conversation she heard sounded like a group men in a bar.

It seemed like ages before she heard foot steps walking towards her. They stopped in front of her and she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened (or closed). In this case it was opened coz the next thing she knew was a semi-hard cock being thrust in her mouth. At the same time her wrists were raised lowering her head slightly. Now, as the cock hardened in her warm wet mouth it slid straight to the back of her throat, Hands help the side of her head as the her firs face fucking started. Each thrust caused her to move. It pulled on her shoulders, The rope joining her hair to the spreader bar kept moving that vibrating thing in her arse. This went on until she felt the cock seemed to swell and become harder. It was thrust against her throat and she received her first cum of the evening.

The owner of the cock held it in place as she licked it clean. He removed it and, by the sound of it, zipped his flies before walking away without a word. She was just a sex toy, not worthy of conversation or praise.

There followed a steady procession of cocks. Big ones, small ones and a few bent ones. Even after her ropes were adjusted the bent ones rubbed the roof of her mouth. She lost count of how many. Some came in her mouth but increasingly they would withdraw at the point of ejaculation and spray her face. Luckily she had the blindfold on else her eyes would be stinging. As it was she was left feeling it drip down her forehead and across her cheeks.

No one did anything else to her; just fucked her face. She wanted to cum, but that damned vibrator in her arse had been set very, very carefully and offered no relief. The other problem she had was a need to pee, but she had no idea where she was and what punishment might arise should she wet the floor. She held it in with growing discomfort.

She lost count of how many cocks she sucked. The pain in her arms became so constant she stopped feeling it. That is until the ropes were adjusted when her shoulders burst into flame.#

Eventually the rope holding her arms was released and she collapsed helplessly onto the floor. She knew she was a mess, but she did not care. Hands slowly removed her restraints and butt plug. Eventually they removed her blindfold and she found herself being ministered to by a young girl of maybe 20 years of age. The girl did not look her in the eyes, but washed her face with a warm towel before giving her back her clothes and a sealed envelope.

At this point the girl left her alone to dress. As she pulled herself together she opened the envelope and found a hand written note. It said, "See yourself out. We will call for you again!"

So started her next wait for that device on her wrist to fizz. 



Used All Night Long



I had been talking to him via instant messenger for some time now and we had discussed my fantasy of being raped several times. I had told him that I would be in his city for work in a couple of weeks and would like to get together with him if possible.

When I got to the hotel and settled in I messaged him and told him the room number. He told me to set up my laptop and videocam and to begin broadcasting myself stroking my cock. He was logged onto the same broadcast and watching and directing me online. He made sure I had left the door to my room unlocked for him. He had me put my mask and neck/wrist restraints on and lay on the bed with my dildo in my ass and the camera trained on me for everyone to see, and wait for his arrival.

I heard him enter the room. He began talking to me. He was saying, well well, what have we here? I heard him removing his clothes and then felt his weight on the bed with me. He straddled my chest and began slapping his hard cock across my face and telling me that he was going to fuck my mouth and then my pussy. I struggled but it was no use, he forced his cock into my mouth. He used my mouth like a cunt and just kept fucking in and out of it. His cock began to swell and he shouted that he was going to cum. His hips bucked uncontrollably as his cock began to spurt his cum into my mouth and I tried to swallow as much as I could to keep from choking but he was cumming too much and a lot of it was running out of my mouth and down my chin. When he was through he took his cock out and rubbed it all over my face, spreading his cum around and telling me what a cum slut I was.

He got off of me and said to get ready for round two as he had taken a little blue pill and was still hard. I told him I had had enough that I really didn't want to be raped after all and begged him to let me go. He took off the mask and told me he wanted me to see what he was doing. He laughed and began messaging online about what a good cocksucker I was and how he was going to make me beg him to fuck my pussy. He told people he would put up my location when he was done with me and they could fuck me if they wanted to. I begged him not to do that and I would do anything he wanted if he wouldn't give out my location, he just laughed and typed in the city for all to see. The screen began to flicker with replies asking for the address. He then laughed some more and began undoing my wrist restraints. 

He then tied me spread eagled on the bed with two pillows under my ass to raise it for easier access. I saw his next message online. It said, If he doesn't beg me to fuck him I will post the name of the hotel where he is. He then turned to me and began to fuck me with the dildo asking me if I wanted the real thing as he was ready to fuck me now both hard and deep, breeding me with his baby seed. I still refused to beg him and he pulled the dildo out and roughly shoved his hard cock in in one one hard push. I screamed as he began fucking me hard. The pain slowly began to feel pleasurable and I began to fuck back. Just when I was starting to enjoy it he stopped and asked me what I wanted from him. I said I wanted him to fuck me. He said then beg me. I still refused to beg

him for it. He pulled out of me and went to the computer. I watched him type in the name of the hotel and hit enter, again the requests for more information came across the screen. He then said do you want me to continue fucking you? If so then beg for it or I give them the room # and he began typing room # and hit enter again. He typed in the room # and before hitting enter he came back to me and pushed his cock all the way into my pussy

with one hard push. I moaned and pushed back at it and said please fuck me, breed me please! It didn't take him

long before he started to shoot his hot load of baby seed deep into me. He pushed in and then stopped moving as he shot load after load deep inside me. I shot a load of my own cum all over my stomach and just lay still breathing heavy as he slowly pulled out of me. He then began to dress and I asked him to please let me go. He laughed and said no, I think I will give them what they want instead. My eyes opened wide as he hit the enter button and sent the room # out to everyone, then left me there.

I could see the screen as I struggled to free myself. The messages were moving across the screen telling me that that person would be over to use me soon and then that person would log off and another one would do the same.

I finally gave up trying to get loose after about 20 minutes of no results and just resigned myself to my fate.

Sure enough after about 30 minutes two guys walked in. They stripped and as one forced his cock into my mouth the other one slid his cock into my pussy and began to fuck me. It wasn't long before they both shot off into my holes, got up and sent a message online saying that I was indeed a good fuck, then left leaving the door wide open.

For the next several hours I was fucked in each hole and in every imaginable position by at least a dozen men. 

About 5am my original friend came back and fucked me one more time before freeing me so I could go to work.

As he was leaving I told him I would let him know when I would be back again. He said well, I have some great ideas for the next time and you will get even more cock and cum in you then.



Used & Abused



My name is Jessie and I'm a thirty-three years old married woman. I live in a small town in the Northeast US. By nature I'm very shy. Although I'm a bit of a tomboy, under my jeans and sweaters I have a sexy body, long dirty blond hair and a cute smile. I was raised in a small town and my parents were not very open sexually. As a result, I am usually reluctant to discuss sex with Mike, my husband of four years. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Mike and we have fun with sex. But it even took me while to let him see me totally naked when we were first married.

I guess my shyness and trouble with sexual thoughts has hindered our love life a bit. To be truthful, I rarely if ever have an orgasm when we make love, and sometimes after Mike rolls over and goes to sleep, I masturbate in order to "finish off". Not that I blame Mike, the fault is pretty much mine for being too reluctant to tell him what I really want. Occasionally, when Mike would suggest that we try something different, like oral sex or me dressing sexy, I clam up and usually indicate by my body language that I don't want to discuss it. He is very gentle and would never force these things on me, but sometimes I just wish that he would "use" me treat me a little rougher.

Mike loves sports and was a star on his college baseball team. During baseball season, he coaches the "Eagles" a team in a local league in our small town. Most of the players he coaches have graduated from our local high school where I teach and are looking to get on the local college team where Mike was once a star player. Mike loves being a mentor to these younger men and gets excited when one of his players makes the college team. It gives him real personal gratification that he has helped some of these boys make it to the varsity team.

At the end of each season, Mike and I have a tradition of throwing a big barbeque for his team and their girlfriends. As you can imagine, by the time the season is over both Mike and I get pretty close to these guys and since we don't have any children of our own yet, they become like our adopted family. 

That is where my story begins. It was at last year's end of the season barbeque that my life changed in ways that I could never have imagined, not in my wildest dreams. As I write this, I still can't believe what happened to me. I am actually blushing thinking about it now, but I know that I have to write this down as a way to come to grips with what happened to me and what I need to do next. 

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We had prepared all week for our end of season barbeque. Mike and I spend hours shopping for food and beverages and cleaning up our small house and yard that we are so proud of. The day of the final game, I stayed home (I'm usually in the stands rooting for Mike's team) to make sure that we would be ready when everyone arrived. We had a large garbage pail full of beer and soda, and even though most of the team members are between 18 and 20, we allow them to drink some beer or wine since they are almost all in college or starting in September and they all drink anyway.

About three o'clock Mike and the team arrived. There were about thirteen guys and about four of their girlfriends, the two of us and one of the other coaches. I knew most of the kids at the party from seeing them at the local high school where I teach. Most had graduated in June and a few were finishing their first year at our local college. It was a hot day and Mike was cooking on the grill while I made sure everyone had enough to eat and drink and that all were having a good time.

As you can imagine, these young guys are pretty wild. It was a hot day. One of the guys grabbed our garden hose and began a water fight with a couple of other team members and one girl. Pretty soon, all the guys were soaked and barefoot and had stripped off their shirts. Everyone was having fun drinking and horsing around. I must admit after several beers, these young, fit guys looked pretty sexy and I was probably flirting a little with them while Mike was cooking.

The captain of the team, Glen, was one of the oldest players on the team. Although he just graduated in June from our high school he was almost 19 at the time. He had brought his digital camera and had posed the team for a picture for our local paper. He was taking pictures of the shenanigans and showing them to me. One was funnier than the other. As he tried to show me the pictures he took on the small screen, Glen reached around and grabbed my waist and put his face close to mine. Suddenly I realized how sexy this young man actually was. I kind of froze as I pretended to be interested in the pictures he was flipping through on the screen. I couldn't help feeling his strong, muscular arms and hard body through my tee shirt and shorts as he pulled me closer. Finally, I twisted away with a chuckle and gave him a look. Although I was smiling I was giving him the message that he had gone too far and that I was a little uncomfortable being that close to him. 

Mike once told me that he was sure that Glen's pitching arm and hitting abilities would land him a starting spot on the college team that fall. Besides being one of the star players on the team, Glen is a very "macho" guy. So I wasn't surprised when he just stared at me with a leer and gave my body the once over after I pulled away from him. He was always flirting with the girls at school and seemed to be the type that didn't take "no" for an answer. For some reason I began to shudder and I could feel the crotch of my panties get damp. I blushed and turned away from him and took up a conversation with two of the young girls that were there. As I spoke to them, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Glen was still staring at me, devouring my body with his eyes.

As Glen went back to taking pictures of the partygoers, I pretended to talk to the two girls. But really I was thinking of Glen and how his body felt next to mine. I finally shook myself from these thoughts and went back to being a hostess to our guests and didn't give the incident any more thought.

By about eight o'clock only four guys and one girl remained in our yard. We were all exhausted and the place was a mess! Every horizontal surface had a beer can or used plate on it! I stood in our back your with my hands on my hips and announced, "Who is going to clean up this mess?"

Because of the hot weather and all the beer that I had to drink, I was not in the mood to clean up. All I wanted to do was to go into the cool house and sit down for a few minutes. Mike also looked exhausted and was sprawled out on a garden chair.

The one couple that was left were really sweet. Steve and Rose told us that they and the remaining three guys would clean up while we went into the house for a few minutes to rest and relax. I figured that Mike and I could clean up the kitchen while the young kids tackled the yard. Mike and I went into the kitchen and started straightening up. When we were alone, he put his arms around me and started massaging my breasts and kissing my neck. I realized that, uncharacteristically, Mike had had a lot to drink and was pretty drunk – and horny. I started thinking about Glen as Mike caressed my body. I playfully pushed him away and reminded him that we had a lot of work to do in the kitchen. He laughed and we both began to tidy up. I could see that Mike was noticeably slowing down fast as we began to finish our work.

"Why don't you take a shower, hon?" I asked him, hoping that he would freshen up and be able to begin what he started earlier in the kitchen.

"Thanks, Jess. That would really be great. Are you sure it's OK to leave you to finish up in here?"

I gave my husband a peck on the check and told him that it was my pleasure to finish in the kitchen and that he deserved to relax. He went upstairs to our bathroom to begin his shower as I finished cleaning up the kitchen. As I heard the water running, I looked out the kitchen window to see the five young people working diligently to get our yard back to its former state of cleanliness. I felt good thinking that I didn't have to tackle that messy job. As I stood there I was subconsciously staring at Glen, who was one of the boys helping out

As I gazed at Glenn's chiseled chest and rippling abs I could feel my panties getting damp again. I knew that this was not what a married woman should be doing and shook myself out of my reverie. I wiped my hands on the towel and headed to the stairs to see if Mike was finished with his shower. Everything was quiet up there so I quietly climbed the stairs and peeked into the bedroom. There was Mike with a big white bath towel wrapped around him asleep across our queen-sized bed. He was so exhausted, he had passed out after his shower and was gently snoring.

I looked down at him lovingly and covered him with an afghan that was at the foot of our bed. Then I headed downstairs to check on our guests' progress. Steve and Ruth were shaking hands with Glen and his two friends Rob and John. I heard them say that they had to leave, but the three boys assured them that they would finish up in the yard.

Happy that things were under control, I went into our air-conditioned living room and sprawled out on the couch with a glass of wine in my hands. I was proud that we had a great party and that everyone had a good time. I was also glad that I didn't have to do the lion's share of cleaning up. As I sat on the couch I realized how sleepy I was. Soon I was in a deep, almost hypnotic sleep. The sun, the alcohol and now the air conditioning had the same effect on me as it did on my husband. I was soon gone to the world.

****

Although it was still light out when I sat down, when I woke up the living room was dark. I was startled. I must have slept a couple of hours on the couch. I wondered if anyone else was still there. I was really groggy and I felt a damp chill come over me. I reached down and realized that my tee shirt was up over my breasts as was my bra. There was some kind of sticky substance on my breasts and on my face; it was even in my hair by my ear.

I didn't remember exposing my breasts. All of a sudden I became very embarrassed. I ran to the bathroom just as I was. When I turned on the light I saw what I looked like. My tee shirt was rolled up over my breasts and my bra was pushed up. My breasts stuck out obscenely and were shining with a white fluid on them. There was the same kind of fluid on my cheeks and next to my nose. 

I scooped up some of the fluid on my fingers hoping it was wine. It smelled musky and a little like Clorox. I knew what it was! My heart started beating wildly in my chest. Would Mike have done this as a joke? Had anyone else seen me like this? I was pissed. I grabbed a towel and quickly wiped off the mess. I adjusted my breasts in my bra and pulled down my shirt. I could still feel the sticky substance cling to my bra as I tried my best to clean up my face and remove the white globs from my ear and hair.

I hurriedly walked up the stairs to our bedroom. What I saw made me freeze in shock against the doorframe to our bedroom. There was Mike, sleeping soundly like a baby with the afghan over his white towel just as I had left him a few hours earlier. I panicked! Who had done this to me! Who had pulled my tee shirt and bra up and exposed my breasts like that? Who had seen me naked? 

I sunk down against our bedroom door jam and began softly sobbing. My mind was in turmoil and I couldn't think straight. I knew I wasn't so drunk that I had done something I would be sorry for. I was asleep the whole time! It must have happened while I was in that deep coma like sleep. Then I became frightened. Suppose Mike had come down while I was still like that? Oh God, how mortifying! What would he have thought? 

"Calm down, Jess," I told myself as I fought to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. Mike obviously had not moved since I covered him after his shower. It was a good thing that I woke up before he did! As I began to think of the possibilities, my head began to spin. I knew I had to take a shower and wash away my shame before Mike woke up. I was sure that the whole room smelled of the semen that was all over my upper body.

In a panic, I rushed downstairs and grabbed the towels in the bathroom that I had wiped myself with. I took off my clothes and began a wash, putting in the towels and some dirty dishtowels from the kitchen to make it look innocent – as if Mike would ever look in the washing machine! I was walking around the house naked and in a daze, something I never did.

As the washer started its cycle, I turned on the lights in the living room and, with a damp sponge, made sure that no evidence of what happened remained. I couldn't find anything and that had me in a panic. What if I missed something and Mike found it? I was obviously not thinking straight, but at the time everything I did made perfect sense. I felt like I was a criminal revisiting the scene of the crime, trying to eliminate evidence. 

When I was done, I quietly went upstairs trying not to wake Mike and went into our bathroom, quietly closing the door. I turned on the shower and let the water run over my body for what seemed like an hour. I must have washed my hair and face about three times before I calmed down and stepped out. As I dried myself, I vowed not to even think about what might have happened or who did it. I gently slipped under the afghan with my husband not wanting to wake him. 

I just lay there next to Mike thinking about what had happened. To my shame, I felt myself getting sexually aroused at my thoughts. I brought my fingers to my vagina and found that I was wet. I gently began rubbing my clit as waves of soft pleasure began to sooth me. Mike must have felt my motions because he stirred. Groggily he got up, tossing the afghan and the towel onto the floor.

"I gotta pee!" he muttered half asleep.

As my husband stumbled to the bathroom, I pulled the covers down and climbed into bed. When he got back, I whispered to him.

"Boy, you were really out of it!"

"What time is it?" he muttered.

"About one o'clock. Go back to sleep."

Mike crawled back into bed and spooned my naked body, pushing his soft penis into my ass. I felt love and protection in his touch and soon I was fast asleep.

***

The next morning I awoke early as usual even though it was Sunday. I usually get to school at 7:30 each morning for monitor duty, so I naturally get up early. Mike usually sleeps in on Sunday, especially after a big game. I enjoy the quiet time to myself on these days. It was a sunny morning as I went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee and get the Sunday newspaper. As I stood at the kitchen window, my turmoil of the night before came rushing back. I was sure it was only a bad dream brought on by the sun and too much to drink.

As I sipped my coffee the phone rang. I quickly grabbed it hoping not to disturb Mike. It was Glenn.

"Jess, Hi!" he said in a cheery voice.

My heart started to pound and I felt a little dizzy.

"Glen?"

"Yeah, its me. Is Mike up yet?"

"No, he's sleeping in." I whispered, even though there was no chance that Mike could hear me on the phone from upstairs.

"Oh, well . . .I wanted to call to tell him that I posted our team pictures on the Eagle's website this morning – you know, early bird catches the worm."

I was silent for a full thirty seconds. I began thinking about Glen with his damn digital camera. I thought about how I found myself when I awoke. My stomach started churning and I began to fear the worst.

"Oh?" I said weakly, hoping he would speak first.

"Yeah, they came out great, nice and sharp! Mike will love them. I thought he should be the first to see them, you know, being the coach and all."

I didn't like the tone of Glen's voice, I was sure there was a hidden meaning behind his words. My mouth was dry and I couldn't speak. I just kind of stuttered into the phone.

"Anyway, you might want to check them out before he gets up. Let me know what you think."

"OK" I muttered weakly. 

There was silence and then he hung up. I raced into our small study next to the living room and fumbled with the button on our computer. I was in panic as I urged to boot up fast. Finally the desktop appeared. I clicked on the Internet Explorer button, waited impatiently as it loaded and then went to Mike's "favorites". I saw it. The "Eagles" website. I clicked on it and waited as the home page came up.

I saw the familiar home page and noticed it had changed some. The team picture was one Glen took yesterday at the barbeque. Also new was a big red link that read "Pictures of the Eagles Year End Barbeque."

My stomach sunk as I clicked on the link. A new screen appeared. It was a series of thumbnails with a link next to each. The first one was "Final Game" and there was a small picture of a guy in an Eagle's uniform at bat. The second read "Team Pictures" and had a posed picture of the entire team. The third and last one on the screen said "Party Pictures'. I immediately clicked on it. These were the pictures I saw Glen taking at the party of the guys drinking and horsing around. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I went back to the main screen and scrolled down. There were two more thumbnails. The first one said "Our Coach". It was a close-up of Mike holding a fork at the grill smiling into the camera. The next picture was one of me holding a beer and laughing with two girls! My heart literally stopped. Next to the picture it said "Jess". My hand was trembling as I moved the mouse over the link. I clicked expecting the worse. The first pictures were of me outside at the barbeque, nothing out of the ordinary. As I scrolled down to the bottom there was a small link that read "Adults Only!" My heart was beating so fast I almost passed out. I put the cursor over the link but couldn't press the button. I was sick to my stomach and in a panic. I clicked on it.

Instead of a group of pictures appearing a small dialogue box popped up that said "Password". Shit, what was the password? I typed "Jess" just as it appeared in the link and pressed "enter". Bingo! The next screen appeared. 

There they were, big as life! The pictures! The pictures I knew in my heart that Glen had taken while I was asleep. As I gazed at each one I was beet red and mortified. Although the house was silent, I kept looking at the door expecting Mike to be standing there.

The first picture was of me asleep with my breasts exposed. The second picture showed a large penis in the picture very near my mouth. Although my eyes were closed, it looked as if I had a smile on my face. I stared at the penis. One thing was for sure, this wasn't Mike's. It was long and thick, much longer and thicker than my husband's member.

The next picture showed the penis ejaculating onto my face. You could see the rope of semen arching onto my lips and cheek! My face was in a grimace as you would expect with someone getting a sperm shower. The fact that my eyes were closed seemed normal for such a picture. If you didn't know better, you would think I was participating in this obscene act.

The next picture showed two penises, neither one as large as the first. One was positioned on each side of my face. Again, there was a strange expression on my face and although my eyes were closed, it didn't look as if I was really sleeping.

The last picture showed the two penises again, only this time they had obviously ejaculated over my breasts. The gobs of fresh white semen were apparent in the picture and my face wasn't visible past my nose.

I quickly closed the screen as if it were a bomb ready to explode. I was angry, embarrassed and confused - every gut wrenching emotion you could think of. I got up from the computer and paced around the room. That shit Glen! He was not going to get away with this! Why did he do it? What was he trying to do? It seemed almost as if he had a vendetta for me and wanted to ruin my marriage. I began pacing around the room thinking, thinking. My mind was going in circles. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I had to get those pictures off the team web site and somehow destroy them.




Used and Abused



The first thing I noticed when I woke up is that I was unable to move anything but my arms. I was lying naked, on my back, strapped down onto a padded leather surface. 

I couldn't really see what was holding me in place as my head was tilted back quite far by a wide leather strap wrapping around my forehead. I could reach up behind my head, but there were no clasps or latches to release my head from its awkward position. They must have been behind my back where I couldn't reach.

Feeling my way around, there were two more straps pinning my shoulders to the bench. It was something similar to a backpack harness, with another joining strap running across my chest, making the top half of me completely immobile.

My legs were attached with larger, wider straps to a frame which kept them raised and spread, similar to an obstetrician's stirrups. I could reach around the back of my thigh and felt a sequence of holes and lacing but I couldn't find any knots. The cord used was reasonably thick, and not something I could hope of parting with only my fingers or nails.

Between the chest harness and the frame holding my legs in place I found I had a little amount of movement available if I twisted or rotated my hips, but nothing that would allow me to free myself. There was no way I was escaping this contraption without being intentionally released.

I wondered how I got here in the first place. I was just enjoying a drink in a new bar that had recently opened in town. And that is the last thing that I remember. I hadn't even talked to anyone, so I was pretty confused and a little scared to end up where I was.

"So, you are awake." said a male voice.

If I could have jumped, I would have. As it was I jerked violently against the straps with the shock of hearing someone speak.

"Sorry I didn't mean to startle you." said the voice.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I stammered.

"I am the man in charge, and you are exactly where I want you. You'd be well advised to keep quiet unless you want something nasty to happen to you."

His voice was quiet, but I could sense the purpose behind those softly spoken words. I felt certain that unless I played by the rules, I might end up yet another missing person statistic.

"Mmmmm... A quick learner." He said. "Well, that should make the night go a little smoother for us all."

Smoother? What the fuck does he mean by that? I was feeling vulnerable not just because I was strapped motionless and naked to this bench, but because I was not able to see the speaker. I don't know what he was doing, but he could damn well see a lot more of me than I would normally let any guy see.

After a short while he spoke again, this time almost a shout. "Hey guys, come on in!"

I could hear the padding of several sets of bare feet on a wooden floor. It sounded like maybe 3 or four people.

"Not bad." said a voice, different to the first. "I think this is going to be as much fun as you said it was."

I was near panicking now. What the fuck is going to happen to me? Whatever it was, it wasn't for my benefit.

The first voice spoke again. "Now my quick learner, I'm going to explain some rules of this game to you. And don't you worry, you'll get a chance to influence events, so don't get too worried just yet."

He moved around into my field of view. From my position, I was looking at him upside down. The first thing I saw apart from the fact that he was naked, was his enormous cock. The bench that I was strapped to was at about waist height, so it was at the same level as my head. He was holding both of his hands behind his back. The rest of him was pretty ordinary. A short haircut and average build with no tattoos or anything else to distinguish him. Just a fucking huge cock, which I knew was destined for me.

Apart from a prostate check during a medical once, I've never had anything inserted into my arse, and I knew that I would suffer some serious damage from something that huge.

"This is how we play."

He brought his hands out in front of him and showed me two dildos. One was about six inches long and proportioned like a normal penis with a flange at the base. The other was almost a foot long, same as his cock, and almost twice as fat. It was about the same diameter as a large orange. Both were very realistic looking, much like the real thing.

From the sounds of more footsteps I could tell the other guys were gathering around me. One of them to my left was breathing quite heavily. Then suddenly, both of my arms were grabbed and twisted down and below the bench. Nothing too painful, but nothing I could imagine breaking out of, it was an awkward position and I just wasn't strong enough.

The guy holding the dildos walked around to between my legs as he explained. "The smallest dong is to give you an idea of what you are in for. The biggest one is for ripping your ring-piece out if you decide to pull any tricky shit before we are finished with you."

I felt something probe and stretch my arsehole. He was pushing one of the dildos into my arse. It hurt, but at least it felt like the smaller one.

My cock started to stiffen. Fuck knows why, as I was so scared I thought it would be impossible to get a hard-on. But as that dildo was pushed all of the way into me my cock started to stir. Then I felt a warm mouth wrap around the head of my cock.

I felt him use his lips to slide my foreskin back over the head. Then he took more of my cock into his mouth, moving his lips further down towards the base. That was enough for me to get completely hard. My cock is about six inches long but much fatter than average.

Once he got a little over half of my cock in his mouth it felt like that was as much as he could get in. But then I felt him take a deep breath, swallow and go even further. The feeling was incredible, the head of my cock was partway down his throat, and his lips were wrapped around the base of my shaft. He had swallowed my entire cock.

My original captor spoke once again. "Now here is the point where you get a choice. Firstly, you can choose to cooperate. In which case, you will be allowed to leave unharmed at the close of tonight's game. However, any funny business from you will result in a lot of pain followed closely by another kind of end. But that isn't the only choice I'll give you. Listen closely now as I explain the rest."

The mouth that was sucking my cock slowly removed itself and my arms were released. Then three naked men and the speaker moved into my field of view.

"The rules of this particular game are simple. Each man here is allowed to orgasm once, and once only. Once orgasm is achieved, they are out of the game, and can no longer take part in the normal fashion. When one person leaves the game in this way, any other player still in the game may switch to that position if they choose. Your choice tonight, is who starts in which position."

That was about as clear as mud to me. "Sorry? What do you mean I choose which position?"

"Well.", he said with a slight smile. "There are four positions. One is fucking your arse; another is fucking your mouth. The other two positions involve your hands. If you manage to masturbate someone to orgasm before either of the two fucking your arse and mouth have finished, then they no longer get to play. Simple."

Simple, my arse. But to save it, my arse that is, I had to make a choice.

In the end it was pretty simple. The speaker had the biggest cock, and one of the other guys was also decently hung with a largish cock. I didn't want either of those two near my arse or mouth, so I chose them to start at my hands. The guy who was breathing heavily had a slightly smaller cock, and another guy licking his lips had a tiny penis. I chose tiny penis to start at my arse and heavy breather to start at my mouth.

All four of them looked very pleased. Smug shits. They moved into their respective positions.

Both guys with big cocks guided my hands to their equipment. Biggest-cock was at my right-hand and Just-Big-Cock at my left. Since getting both of them to orgasm quickly was my best bet, I started wanking those cocks for all I was worth. To my distress, the biggest cock seemed to get even bigger. It felt like I was masturbating an elephant! I had to make him cum and fast!

I got a little distracted when tiny cock pulled the dildo out of my arse. But that was nothing compared to my shock when he started sucking my cock. I was completely frozen when heavy-breather slapped his cock against my face and simply said "Suck!".

Resuming my stroking of the two large cocks, I opened my mouth, which was quickly filled by a very hard cock. I could taste the pre-cum on my tongue as the head slid past. He kept pushing that cock into my mouth, so far that I started to gag.

"Don't choke him!" said Biggest Cock. "I'm just starting to enjoy this."

"Well, he has to take my whole cock in his mouth then." said Heavy Breathing in an almost pleading tone. "C'mon man, swallow the whole thing."

I did my best. I still gagged occasionally, but Heavy breathing started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth, each time going down my throat slightly. It definitely started to get a little easier after the first few thrusts. He was going in as deep as he could, his balls banging up against my nose each time.

He was obviously enjoying himself as he started moaning, the only one of the four men to actually make much noise.

I focussed on the two big cocks again. I had to make them come quickly!

Mr Little penis had continued deep-throating my cock. I was grateful for the not inconsiderable amount of pleasure I was getting, but also, the longer he sucked, the longer he would take to orgasm. Unfortunately, someone else noticed that too.

"Stop sucking over there and start fucking", said the guy on my left. "I want a bit of that arse once you are done."

I could feel his mouth slid almost the whole way off of my cock, until just the head was in his mouth. Then I felt something probe at my arse. It wasn't a finger, as I could feel both of his hands had a strong grip on my hips.

It was his cock! He had the head of my cock in his mouth, yet he was still able to push his cock into my arse.

"Flexible little shit, aren't you." said the guy to my left. "If your cock wasn't so small, you'd probably be able to suck yourself off".

Biggest-cock to my right spoke up. "He can suck himself off. He can fit his entire cock inside his mouth."

I could feel tiny-cock was in to the hilt. It didn't feel like much after the dildo, but I still knew there was a cock inside me. Once in, he didn't pump away, but rather started bobbing his head and rocking slightly. The feeling for me was fucking incredible.

I still had a cock in my mouth and was wanking away two more in either hand, but I could feel myself plunge towards orgasm. Tiny-cock pulled out of my arse and pushed his mouth down over my cock, once again taking me into his throat. I couldn't hold back. I came like a river and he let it all run down his throat while sucking on my cock for all he was worth.

Now spent, my cock started to shrink slightly. Tiny-cock removed his mouth and moved around to behind Heavy-breather. I hope to god he wasn't thinking of sticking his cock in my mouth after it's been in my arse. I'd throw up.

But no, that isn't what he had in mind.

Heavy-breather stopped at the deepest part of his thrust. His cock-head was in my throat and I was finding it difficult to breath, but manageable. He bent forward at the waist slightly.

Big-dick at my left spoke up again, this time in a jovial way. "I don't think that is the arse you are meant to be fucking".

Tiny-cock was fucking Heavy-breather's arse! I could feel him pumping by the pressure of Heavy-breather against my face.

"I'll come quicker this way", said Tiny-cock.

Oh-no! I renewed my efforts on the two big cocks. I had to get them to cum, otherwise they'd end up in my arse or mouth. And I wasn't sure I could take either of them.

Funnily, everything fell into a rhythm. Heavy-breather seemed to like being fucked by Tiny-cock, as he'd given up thrusting into my mouth. He'd pulled back a bit so the head of his cock was at the back of my tongue, and just getting pushed back and forth by Tiny-cock's thrusting.

Being able to breathe easily meant I was now able to concentrate on wanking the two big dicks. The cock in my left hand was oozing pre-cum, and had I used some of it to lubricate my hand. In my right hand was that massive beast that I wanted to avoid at all costs. I was pumping my right hand about twice as fast as I could my left.

Next thing that happened took me by surprise. I felt warm cum shooting onto my chest and neck. "Fuck", said Big-cock at my left. I was elated when I felt his cock pulsing. One down, one to go. I let go of his cock just as another jet of cum squirted onto my forearm.

Now if I could just get Biggest-cock to cum as well, I'd be a lot less nervous about surviving the game. I kept wanking his cock with my right hand, while cradling his balls with my left.

Then disaster struck. Tiny-cock thrust extra hard, pushing Heavy-breather deep into my throat. Tiny-cock was moaning, "I'm cumming..." Again I gagged. I wasn't ready for cock down my throat. I tried swallowing several times to feel better, when I felt Heavy-breather's cock pulse. Then it hit me, he was about to shoot a load down into my mouth!

Cum squirted down my throat. I could feel the jet of semen. I could taste it too, as some had squirted onto my tongue with one of his thrusts. He'd started thrusting as he came, driving deeper into my throat than he had earlier. The thrusting forced me to keep swallowing so I didn't vomit. Here I was, swallowing his cum.

Heavy-breather pulled out and I got an unwanted look at Tiny-dicks shit-covered shrunken and spent cock.

"Just me left now", said Biggest-dick. "Do you want to blow me or should I fuck your arse."

God! What a fucking difficult choice. After feeling and tasting a cock in my mouth, I didn't want any more, but his dick was way too huge for my no-longer virgin arse. That dildo had taken my anal cherry, and Tiny-dick had fucked my arse, but it really wasn't that big a deal. This cock would make permanent alterations!

"In my mouth please", I could hear myself say. I swallowed again to clear the last of the cum in my mouth. I wanted to spit, but I was still a prisoner and wanted to be as obedient as possible in order to get away.

Biggest-dick moved around to my head, getting ready to fuck my mouth. He moved his cock to about 6 inches away and stopped. I reached forward with my arms to guide that monster home when my arms were grabbed again. This time, they weren't going to be released. My arms were quickly bound at the wrist, holding them alongside my body.

"You don't really need those any more", he explained.

He pushed his cock forward; the head of it touched the bottom of my nose and upper lip before it slid into my mouth. He kept pushing slowly forward, completely filling my mouth, until his cock could go no further. He had maybe four inches inside my mouth and about six inches outside.

I knew there was no way he was going to be able to push that cock any further into my mouth. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slowly pushed it back again. As he did, I tasted the pre-cum from the head of his cock. It tasted better than Heavy-breather's sperm did, and my mouth started producing more saliva, making his thrusts easier.

"Hey that's cheating!" he said. What the fuck was he talking about? Was my producing saliva seen as cheating?

He wasn't talking to me.

"You are already out of the game."

Just-Big-cock replied, "Well, now that you are the winner, I thought I'd join in again... any objections?"

Biggest-cock didn't reply. He might have shrugged or shook his head, but I didn't see or hear anything. I sure felt something though. Just-Big-Cock was pushing his cock against my arsehole.

I tried moaning in the negative, but Biggest-Cock had chosen that moment to make his move. Well lubricated now, he pushed his cock past the back of my mouth and deep into my throat. Not to the hilt, but I had more cock in my mouth than was outside.

At the same time, Just-big-cock was stretching my ring with the head of his penis. I don't think his was as hard or as big as it had been when it was in my hand, but fuck it still hurt.

Once he got the head of his cock inside me, I could feel my ring-piece tighten around the shaft. The rest of his cock slid inside me easily and I felt completely filled up. I guess he must have used some lubricant. The pain of being stretched started subsiding, but I still felt a little uncomfortable. More because his cock was going deep inside my arse and it felt a bit weird.

Meanwhile, my mouth and throat were still filled to capacity with a giant unmoving cock. I'd been holding my breath for the last twenty seconds, but was being to feel faint. Biggest-cock pulled out, just enough for me to breath again before shoving his cock deep inside my throat once more.

Being fuck by two huge cocks was pretty unreal. Even more unreal is that I was getting another hard-on. My cock was about the only thing that had any freedom. My mouth and arse were getting raped while the rest of me was completely immobile.

Biggest cock pulled out once again. This time he left his cock-head near the base of my tongue. I busied myself with licking and sucking that cock to stop him from thrusting too deep into my throat. Only I didn't realise that is what he wanted.

The more I licked and sucked on that cock, the wetter my mouth got, both with pre-cum and saliva. All so he could completely bury his cock in my mouth and throat.

He thrust again, this time his cock went completely into my mouth. His balls pressed up against my nose. If I could breathe, I would have smelt his scent, as it was I started to choke. I'd gagged again, but now couldn't swallow properly, his huge cock prevented that. So I started choking. He pulled out again enough for me to recover. No sooner than I had, he thrust just as deep again.

My eyes were streaming tears from my choking fit, but this time I was a little more ready. I still gagged a little, but managed to settle with that huge cock resting in my throat.

I felt hands on my cock now. Someone was putting lubricant on my hard-on. Tiny-dick or Heavy-Breather, but my bet was it was Tiny-dick. After he finished lubricating my cock, I could feel him climb onto the bench I was strapped to and grip my cock with his hand.

Something pushed against the head of my cock, enveloping it, squeezing it incredibly tightly. My cock was going inside someone's arse. It felt so good I arched my hips, straining at my bonds in order to get more of my cock inside that tight hole. At this point something snapped in me. I no longer worried about what was going to happen to me. I started living in the moment, the sexual lust flowed through me, and all I concentrated on were the feelings I was giving and receiving.

Don't get me wrong. If I could have chosen a place to be, this would have been about the last place I'd pick. But since I was stuck with it, I made the most of it. Tiny-cock started riding my cock with his tight arse and I loved every second of it. I was even starting to enjoy the feeling of the big cock fucking my arse. The cock in my mouth was still giving me trouble though.

I love the feel of my cock in someone else's mouth, and the thought that Biggest-cock was getting those same feelings being in my mouth was a bit of a turn-on. I wasn't so much enjoying the deep-throating though, as it was impossible to breathe when his cock was all the way inside my mouth. Also, I couldn't help but gag occasionally. Swallowing helped that reflex, so I did it as much as possible, but my throat was starting to feel sore from the abuse it had gotten.




Used and Abused



Biggest-cock chose that moment to push deep inside my mouth, completely filling my mouth again. I managed to take it in without gagging and waited for him to pull out so I could breath. Tiny-cock was still furiously riding my cock and I could feel myself building towards another orgasm. Unfortunately I was getting faint from not being able to breath. I started to gag and swallow, moaning in an attempt to get Biggest-cock to pull out so I could breath. But it didn't look like he was going to. I was vainly trying to suck in air around his cock, but he pushed even harder against my face, his heavy balls pressed against my face. I swallowed rapidly and felt a massive convulsion from the cock in my mouth. Biggest cock pulled out so only his head was inside my mouth and I took a huge breath of air, choking on sperm as his cock started squirting into my mouth.

He kept his cock head just inside my mouth as he came, his sperm filling my mouth to overflowing as it ran out past my lips. A little bit dribbled out and ran down my cheek and past my eye. I swallowed most of it, licking my lips and the head of his cock to clean up all of his cum.

I felt another warm jet of cum splatter on my stomach. Tiny-cock was blowing his load. As he came he rocked his hips backward and forward. It created a nice friction on my cock that was enough to push me past the point of no return, and I unleashed my sperm into his tight arse.

The three of us stayed motionless while Just-big-cock kept fucking my butt with his massive cock. In almost no time at all, he came. I could feel his cock pump sperm into my arse until he too was completely spent.

Biggest cock pulled out of my mouth. He turned around and reached for something on the table behind him, while saying, "Thanks for playing so well. Perhaps we'll have another game sometime?"

Then he quickly covered my mouth and nose with a strange-smelling cloth. And that's the last thing I remember...

...When I woke I was in the same room, and on the same bench, only I was no longer strapped in. I was alone in a hotel bedroom. My clothes and the two dildos were on the bed. I quickly washed and dressed then left the hotel.

I never told anyone about what happened, and I have mixed feelings about my memories of it. Part of me enjoyed it, and would do it again. It definitely opened my eyes.

T.D.



Used and Abused



I sit at your feet. I have my head in your lap as I gaze at you in adoration. You stroke my hair as you are drinking your beer. You tell me about your day. You tell me about a problem at work with a coworker. As you tell me your hand tangles into my hair and you start getting rougher with me. I know that you are getting angry and that you will be taking it out on me. You finish the beer and tell me to get up and get you a bottle of rum. I realize that you want to get drunk and that when you do you will be violent. You always are. I bring you the rum and kneel back down at your feet. You keep telling me about the problem at work. As you drink you get rougher and rougher with my. You have your hand in my hair and are pulling it hard. I know better than to yelp or scream as that will only make it worse. I calmly ask you if I may go to the bathroom and pee. You release me and slap me across the head and tell me to go. I escape to the bathroom. Only I don't intend to merely piss, I am going to smoke a joint to deal with the pain that I know is coming from you. I know that I could leave but I love you to much for that and I also love the abuse. 

I come back and am stoned off my ass. You look at me and realize that I am stoned and I can tell that you are seriously angry. You get up and after taking a big swig of the rum you come over to me and backhand me across the face. I stagger back, reaching for my face. WOW that stung!!! You follow me and keep on slapping me. Finally you reach out and drive your fist into my stomach. I double over, arms over my belly. I go to my knees and I look up at you. I know not to beg or plead. But I plead with my eyes. Please no more. You see and with a snicker haul off and kick me in the tummy. I retch. You order me to our room. I crawl down the hall. As you follow you kick me between the legs. By the time that I make it to the room I am crying. You order me to get on the bed. I do so and you tell me to get on my belly. As I lay face down I feel you grab my arms. I feel the coolness of steel and know that I am being cuffed to the bed. You secure me to the bed. You come to the head of the bed and look at me. I see the anger in your eyes, but I also see the love that you have for me. I know that you wont do anything that will seriously hurt me. I return the look and let you know with my eyes that I love you as well. 

I look at you and see that you have removed your belt. As I watch you raise it up and bring it down across my ass as hard as you can. I whimper and again you drive it across my ass. Again and again the piece of leather forcefully contacts my body. After 5 lashes I am crying and after 10 I am howling in agony. You lash me again, but this time on the back. I yelp and try to move away, but you have secured me to well to the bed. I hear you laugh and feel the lash of the belt as it strikes my back. After ten more lashes you stop. I look up and see you picking up a pair of scissors. You reach down and cut off my clothes. You throw them on the floor. You stare at me. I watch your eyes as they run up and down me. 

You climb onto the bed beside me after stripping naked. You reach up and grab me by the hair. You pull my head back and look me in the eyes. You can see the fear and the pain I am feeling. I see lust in your eyes. You move up so that your crotch is in my face. I see that you are hard as a rock. You shove your 8 inch cock into my mouth. I start sucking and feel you move in me. You move faster and faster. Your dick goes deeper and deeper. I start gagging and you keep shoving until you are driving down my throat. After about 5 minutes you tense and I feel you start to cum. You cum and cum. I swallow and swallow but am unable to get all of it down. It dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin. Your soft cock slips out of my mouth and you let go of my hair. My head falls down on to the bed. 

I can tell that you aren't finished with me yet and that more abuse is in store for me. You move from my head and stretch out beside me. You start rubbing my body slowly and sensually. You start at my neck and move on down. When you get to my ass you give it a very hard slap. I yelp from the shock and pain. As the sting slowly recedes you start rubbing between my ass-cheeks. I feel your fingers at the entrance to my butt. You start to penetrate me and as the pressure increases it gets more and more uncomfortable. Soon it is pain and lots of it. I start trying to move away, but you have me secured to the point that I can only move a few inches each way. You have no trouble keeping up the pressure. You insert first one then two then three fingers up my butt. It feels like a rather large butt-plug. The agony is intense. I do everything I can to stay quiet. It doesnt work. I scream. You rip your fingers out of me and again I scream. You grab the belt and start whipping me on the bare ass. I start begging and pleading for you to stop from the very first lash. You keep on. I loose track of the lashes at 20 and they all begin to blend into one. I constantly scream. Finally the whipping stops and I am in total agony. My throat is raw from screaming. You lay down on top of me and I can feel the hardness of your cock. You reach down and aim at my asshole. Once you have it in the right spot you slam into me. The pain is intense. I have never been fucked dry before and I wasnt ready for it. I scream and you laugh. My pain is fuel for your lust and my screams of agony are music to your ears. I know that you love me and you know that I love you. You start slamming into me. I can only lay there and take whatever you wish to give me. Finally after what seems like an eternity I feel you tense and know that you are about to cum. Just as you start you rip out of me. I feel your cum shoot on my back. 

You roll off me and reach out and hold me close. You tell me how good I am and how much you love me. I am still crying and moaning from the pain. You rub me gently and murmer words of love to me. I know that you are my master and owner. I have given myself to you completely. I am your whore and slave. I love you and trust you completely. 

Sleep well my lover and abuser. I will be here when next you wish to have me. 



Used and Abused



We are going out for dinner and drinks at a bar/diner, its busy and dimly lit with lots of music and a party atmosphere. I am wearing a skirt and strapless top, no bra but some wispy lacey panties. While we're sitting down for dinner you reach under my skirt frequently and tell me those panties are going to be removed before we leave. I just raise my eyebrows at you and laugh! 

You send me to the bar for drinks and watch with amusement as I'm chatted up at the bar by a couple of guys who are there. I sit up on a barstool and he even puts his hand on my thigh as we're chatting. I am clearly flirting and enjoying the attention, but I bring our drinks back to the table, you watch them watch me walk back and we all smile, you at them, them at us and we agree we might talk to them again later. 

Meanwhile you go back to saying how I will not be wearing my underwear much longer and tell me to take them off there and then, at the table. I don't believe you at first but the steely look in your eye tells me you are not kidding, I am going to have to do exactly as I am told now and quite possibly until the end of the night. I do as you ask and have no idea if anyone sees. You take my underwear and put them in your pocket, for now. I am sent to the bar for more drinks. 

This time the same guys come over again, standing next to me this time and 1 has his hand on the back of my thigh, inching it up, caressing it slowly, working towards my bum. Running his hand across my bum and between the tops of my legs he comments how his friend had said he saw me remove my underwear but he didn't believe him and had to find out for himself. I turn and smile, telling him he's very cheeky, and bring our drinks back to the table. You decide we are going to move to a more comfortable area of the bar, to a sofa. 

I do not know that you have signaled to my friends at the bar to follow us. As we reach the sofa I am surprised when you sit in a chair and indicate that I should sit on the sofa and that the 2 guys should sit either side of me. I look at you questioningly but you say nothing. You have a conversation with the 2 about how I really need to be kept under control, they may have noticed I can be quite naughty. Maybe they'd like to help you show me how to behave? You sit back and watch....

From either side of me they have a hand each on my thigh ensuring I don't try to get up. Their hands are pulling my legs apart as they do this and each is reaching further up my thighs under my skirt. My skirt is being pushed higher until its very clear to anyone around that I am wearing no underwear and also, as my legs are parted the view is as good as that of the average gynecologist! 

They begin to pull at my pussy lips, parting me and entering me with their fingers. Next thing I feel is my top being pulled down, exposing my tits to everyone. They suck hungrily on a nipple each. By now I am groggy with alcohol and though aware of the sensations have neither the inclination nor the energy to object. My eyes close as I settle into the feeling of being so exposed, loving the sensation of the 2 pairs of hands on me. But now I am aware it's not just 2 pairs of hands - there are around 8-10 there now, reaching in to feel my body, finger my now dripping and stretching pussy. Someone (maybe you) steps in and suggests we move outside as it's crowded and smoky in here. 

I am led outside and to the rear of the bar. The crowd we had of 8-10 inside all follow. There is a car park and I am put against the bonnet of a car, skirt up top down, sitting on it at first, with my legs up and open for all to see. Hand after hand works its fingers inside me, gropes at my tits. Then I am turned over to lie across the bonnet. My skirt is still up, my arse now on display, and my legs wide apart. 

I feel a hand rubbing between my legs then what I know to be a cock entering my soaked and aching pussy from behind. Knowing how much I love that I push back against him and immediately get a sharp, stinging slap to the arse. I am told to lie still and take it. He pulls out and shoots a spray of cum all over my back. He's still emptying all over me as the next guy enters me. 

He's bigger and I feel the stretch immediately. I hear laughter and comments such as 'if she likes that wait till Mickey gives her his meat'. 

The next is smaller but I'm so hot that's welcome and I feel myself orgasm quickly with the smaller touch, this guy doesn't mind when I thrust back against him either. The next guy however doesn't want any of that and I'm turned round to face him, sitting on the edge of the bonnet with my legs up, held in place by 4 others so I couldn't move if I wanted to. My head is held back so I have to look him in the eye while I'm being fucked. I smile at the situation - if they think they're punishing me they're so wrong - I love being controlled so much! 

However I didn't bank on the one they called Mickey. As I'm being fucked I catch sight of the most enormous cock I've ever seen. Their turn to smile and laugh. I know when this guy is done I am going to be all but split in 2 by this thing. 

I am turned over again so he can enter me from behind. At the same time another cock is put in my mouth so I can't even shout out. As he enters me I get the most incredible sensation of being stretched. The friction is unbelievable and he pounds harder and harder into me. I suck hard on the cock in my mouth and the murmur around is fucking hell she's taking it all, that's awesome, can't believe that cock is disappearing right into her used cunt. He bangs away for minutes then pulls out and comes in a shower all over me. That's just too much for most of the others who come all over me from the sides too. A couple of others still manage to fuck me but I'm barely aware of it and they know it. 

Gradually they drift away, leaving me the cum slut practically naked in the car park to walk home. Who knows if I'll make it home without being targeted again, I look like such a slut. 

Although of course if I've got you with me that won't happen, although you will make me stop once, on a bridge, you sit me up on the wall, take down my top to expose me again, reach up my skirt to feel my swollen pussy lips, rub my clit till I come then turn me over and take me from behind yourself, erupting inside me. All the while you tell me how naughty I am but also what a good girl to prove I could do as I was told and not try arguing. As 1 final lesson you have me walk home with you're cum dripping down my leg and my top still round my waist.



Used and Abused



I don't know how many men I screwed last night because I drank a little too much and got pretty stoned. It must have been several because I smell like a New York whore and my legs, thighs and pussy are tender and sticky with cum. I guess I passed out on the bed in the guest bedroom after all of the fucking because I just woke up and that's where I am right now, the sun is just beginning to rise. My arms and legs are handcuffed to the bed, I am completely naked, my legs are spread wide open, my pussy is still sloppy and engorged from being used most of the night by I don't know how many men, and I have dried cum all over my body and in my hair.

I guess I must be considered as an easy slut with a reputation, because I came to the party knowing I was the only girl invited and had great expectations of letting all of them use and abuse me. It was very clear to me that they expected me to suck and fuck around like a cheap whore from man to man for each to enjoy. I like variety and am always horny and ready to screw, so, that is what I did; I fucked and sucked so many men that I lost count. I eagerly took on all comers (cummers) and everyone there had their way with me at least once. I wanted and deserved what I got, being the only woman in a house full of horny men and I still wanted more when I woke up. 

When I wake up, the guys realize it, gather around the bed and tell me how talented I am and how well I performed for them last night. They ask if I'm ready for some serious sex and I tell them that I'm ready, willing and able to take anything they could throw my way. They want to know who I want first and what I want done to me. I let them know they could do anything they wanted to do to, that I wanted them to use and abuse me. They walk out of the room into the hall, I can hear them whispering among themselves for a few moments. When they return, one of them puts a blindfold on me while another squeezes my breasts and yet another fingers my pussy. I am becoming very aroused and wonder just what they plan to do to me. I can only hope it involves a lot of fucking and sucking like what I remember doing last night.

As I lay there anticipating their plans for me, a large cock slaps me in the face and the tip of it slides across my lips, I gasp and let it enter my eager, moist lips and start sucking. I suck it slow and deep into my mouth, taking the entire length with very little effort. A hand grabs and pulls the hair on the back of my head and controls the rhythm of his thrusts as his cock fills and fucks my mouth. I moan with pleasure as I suck him for about five minutes until his dick starts throbbing and suddenly erupted violently into my eager mouth, pumping it full of cum. I swallow most of it, but there is so much that it runs out of my mouth and drips down my chin and onto my breasts. The cock withdraws from my mouth and quickly replaced with another; I promptly begin sucking that one too. I love to suck cock and the taste of cum. Every man tastes different, and I enjoy the variety.

Someone is between my legs getting in position to fuck me. Without warning, a massive cock forcefully rams deep into my hungry cunt and is thrusting in and out of me with long, hard and deep strokes. My pussy is being stretched and is very wet, making sloppy squishy sounds as he plunges furiously into me as he pulls back and thrusts into me again and again. His huge dick is making loud popping noises when he fully withdraws for another deep stroke. I moan and groan with pleasure and urge him to keep fucking me. He is hammering me harder and faster by the minute. He is fucking my pussy, showing no mercy, and I enjoy his firm and deep physical attack. He is raping my sloppy cunt. I like it hard, long and deep and that is how I'm getting it. I feel an orgasm building as the inner walls of my pussy constrict on the massive pole I have inside me. I feel the thick piece of meat pulsing inside me and I know it won't be long before he shoots his load. I start cumming and squirt all over his unrelenting cock. I squeal with delight, I am enjoying myself immensely. Shortly after I cum, he slows down and shoots his hot and thick gift of cum deep inside of me. My pussy is drenched, yearning for more, and it only takes a moment for another large dick to part my swollen cunt lips to pick up where he left off.

I have another big fat cock slamming into me. I'm getting it rough and raunchy as the guy pounds my pussy with great enthusiasm. I begin to sweat from all of the activity that's going on. I deserve what I'm getting, because I agreed to it and never said no. I tell him to use and abuse me, because I like what he is doing and don't want him to stop, that I'm just getting warmed up. He picks up the pace and starts talking dirty to me, asking if I want more, and I tell him I can handle every man in the house and don't intend to stop until I've had them all. Before I know what is happening, I feel my arms and legs released from the handcuffs. He rolls me over on top of him and I seize the opportunity to impale myself on his thick cock and grind ruthlessly on it. Someone pulls me forward until my breasts are against his chest and my ass is exposed. I grind onto him and begin to have another orgasm as he thrusts deep into me, hitting the bottom of my cunt with every stroke. I feel a slippery finger enter my ass, and then two and finally three fingers are slowly rotating and stretching my sphincter as they plunge in and out of me. I cum hard on the cock inside me, and yet, he continues to plunge into my sloppy and dripping cunt.

Someone fastens a leather collar around my neck. It has chains connected to it with leather straps at the other end that attach to my ankles to prevent me from extending my legs out of the position I am in now, which is on my knees. I squirm on the cock inside me, enjoying myself immensely. I am in the perfect position for a cock to fuck me from behind, and I am pretty sure my ass is going to have a dick in it soon, and a moment later it does. I immediately explode with another orgasm as my ass is slowly stretching and filled with dick. The cock in my pussy unloads, filling me with another load of slippery cum. The guy in my ass cums quickly, and withdraws. Both of my holes are oozing cum as they withdraw. They remove the blindfold so I can see what is going on. I notice a guy holding a video camera, filming everything they were doing to me.

As I wait for more cock, I feel a firm, hard slap on my ass. It stings, but I like it, and moan with pleasure. Another slap immediately follows. I tell them to do it harder. Suddenly, I feel a sharp sting on my ass. One of them has a riding crop and is whipping my ass, back and thighs with it. I endure the initial pain, knowing that it will subside and enhance my pleasure. One of the guys is sucking on my neck and leaves a huge hickey. Another cock is in my pussy, thrusting hard into me until he blows his load, one more of many yet to cum in or on me. I suck and fuck them for a few hours until everyone has had their way with me at least once. I'm sure that I had at least 20 men that morning, but they were not finished with me yet...

My pussy is swollen and full of cum they filled me with; they order me to play with my cunt and to rub cum all over my face, tits and thighs, which I eagerly proceed to do. As I am smearing my body with their offerings, one of the guys shoved a huge dildo forcefully into my sloppy cunt. Each guy in the room took turns fucking me with it. I came several more times as they took turns fucking me with the hard and thick dildo.

They guys were done with me; I was released from my bonds and sent on my way. I left with a pussy so full of cum that I couldn't keep it from running down my thighs. I had whip marks, cum and hickeys all over me, and was very well satisfied

I love the way it feels to be used and abused.

--To be Continued--



Used and Abused



They had met for lunch a few days before and the plan had been all arranged then. It wasn't a bad plan and what few flaws it had were worked out over the lunch with the five of them. The timing and the environment and other small such things that in the long run were easily resolved.

The hardest part was going to be after the fact, but they had all decided that it was a chore they would all undertake together and make sure it got done right. They smiled, had a few more beers a piece and went off on their own ways to get their part in the grand scheme accomplished before the event tomorrow.

For two of them it was a simple matter of setup. One of them would rent the room and get the supplies they had all agreed on and get it all set up in the room. The other would make the physical alterations to the room and the furniture in it to make sure that it was all set and things would not have to be stopped once everything got started.

Another one was in charge of making sure that everyone involved had a good alibi. It was the old game that they had played as kids. He would simply call everyone involved and say they were going to be with the other and the like. By the time anyone figured it out, if they even bothered to try, everything would be done and it would be a non-issue anyway. They all had very understanding spouses, but some of them preferred to simply not know what their husbands did for fun on a weekend afternoon.

The fourth was in charge of getting the young lady to where she needed to be and when she needed to be there. She was more than amiable to the situation. It wasn't as if they had hired a whore or something so profane, they had simply looked for a found a woman who wanted to receive what they all wanted to give. It was a simple matter of a message or two, a schedule and making sure that everyone felt safe and secure with all the arrangements.

As the unofficial Master of Ceremonies for this grand party, My job was to simply show up and partake in the delicious bacchanalia that had been planned. Perhaps it wasn't fair that I had nothing to do, but it was My idea, and I had found her, so they had no right to bitch anyway. Some of these guys hadn't seen tits since high school, and only a few of them knew that tits above a D cup were out there for playing.

We had agreed that it was going to be a long day so after everyone had had their morning cup of coffee and kissed their respective significant others goodbye for the day, things would begin. A phone call was made to inform Me that she had been picked up and made the phone call she had needed to make to let everyone know we were not crazy and that she was on her way.

I arrived at the hotel and made My way up to the room and when I opened the door I saw the four of them were there and she was sitting there smiling on the bed. They all looked like terrified men on prom night, but it was to be expected, this was a real woman, not the waifish things they had always known their entire lives.

She was what was referred to as a Big Beautiful Woman. She was sitting down so there was little I could see of her except from the waist up, and that was enough o get Me hard right there. Her tits, so magnificent, were as advertised, 40 G if not more. They were covered up for now, but that would soon be taken care of. She had a gorgeous smile and captivating eyes. They lit up the rest of her face and set the mood for the day right then and there.

I made My way to her and made introductions to all involved and asked her to stand up. When she did the cocks of the men around Me were visibly tented looking at her luscious body. She turned without being asked and her ass came into view and I started to smile and decided that the time for show and tell was over and the interactive part of the day was about to begin.

I told her to lean forward on the bed, palms flat on the mattress, ass high in the air and legs spread. She did as I asked quickly and without comment and I walked up to right behind her and smacked her ass hard with the palm of My hand. She shoo a little, but gave no indication that she wanted Me to stop. She was wearing a pair of pants, so those had to go. I told her to strip down to nothing from the waist down, a thing she seemed to do quickly and with a smile on her face as she did so.

Her ass was a piece of heaven. A nice canvas for Me to begin working on. I held a hand up and gestured the guys over. I slapped her hard on the ass and gestured for each of them to do the same thing, which, having been prodded to, they all seemed to do with a matter of delight. Her ass reddened nicely and I dropped My pants and the rest of the guys followed suit, not touching her, giving Me the lead. Four little sheep, I smiled to Myself, but it was alright, I had known going in I was going to have to force these guys to play rough with our little toy.

My voice deepened as I told her to turn and sit on the bed. She sighed happily when she saw all of the cock meat on display in the room. He smiled softly to her as he looked down at her and pressed his cock between her tits, nothing too much, just feeling the cloth on his cock for a second before moving back and slapping her across the face with the shaft of it, motioning the guys once again to follow My lead and do the same.

She seemed energized as each cock smacked her, her lips trying to find a cock but never finding one that she could grasp. As they finished I walked up and took the neck line of her shirt in My hand and pulled hard, it ripped almost to the navel and her tits spilled out. Her nipples were huge and hard and dark just the way I liked them and I instantly reached out and grabbed a handful of her tit and squeezed hard. She moaned and I smiled. The others now seemed to move on their own.

I pushed her back onto the bed, leaving her knees bent over the end of the mattress and spread wide. One of them moved to her mouth and started kissing her hard and deep, his tongue tasting the depths of her mouth. Two more found her tits and were licking, biting and sucking hard on her mammoth nipples as she thrashed around under the sudden onslaught. The fourth stood a little off and started stroking his cock near her belly, his eyes locked on what was going on.

I dropped to My knees between her legs and shoved a finger hard and deep into her sopping wet pussy. She partially sat up before the weight of everyone else brought her back down and she moaned loud and hard for all of us. I fingered her fast and hard, trying to get a quick orgasm out of her, which worked combined with everyone else and she screamed her pleasure into the mouth of the one kissing her and her nipples seemed to get even harder in the mouths of those at her colossal tits.

I heard a groan and a rope of cum flew across the bed and landed on her stomach and thighs inches from My face. I grinned and shoved My whole face into her pussy, My face instantly coated with her cum and juices. I licked and tasted for a minute before diving into her pussy and running My tongue up and down and inside and out of her. I moaned and groaned and screamed into that pussy for what seemed like hours.

The two on her tits had come to a decision and had their cocks out, stroking them for all they were worth, the heads pointed and her tits. They were moving there hands as fast as they could and two shouts came from them as her tits were instantly coated with their cum, it coating them quickly and running in a stream off the sides before dripping onto the sheets. They wiped away the most of it and their mouths moved back to her nipples, suckling like baby's and pulling the nipples hard in their teeth.

I moved at last to her clit, it was hard and wet and throbbing under My tongue and I flicked it on her over and over as she moaned, a constant noise now, mouths on everything. The one at her mouth moved back and filled her with his cock in a second and she greedily took all of him into her mouth at once. He grabbed her hair and forced fed her his dick, she moaned as he fucked her face and her eyes begged for even more.

The two at her tits had their cocks out again and were stroking, slower this time, watching the blow job and the pussy eating and trying to make it last a little longer. Even as they did I heard a groan again and a thick wad of cum hit her in the neck and chin, inches from where she was sucking cock. It seemed our straggler was enjoying himself as a voyeur and was cumming buckets because of it.

I stood and wiped My face on her inner thighs and smiled as I saw her. Her tits were raw and swollen from the bites and sucking and her face was in ecstasy as she took the cock into her throat. Tears running down her face as he throat fucked her.

My cock was throbbing and I wasn't going to waste it. I shoved it deep and hard inside her wet pussy and felt and heard it slide all the way in. My hands grabbed her upper thighs and I fucked her slow and hard, slamming My hips on each thrust as she screamed into the cock in her mouth. The two on her sides were back to her tits, their mouths going insane over her and nearly ripping the skin as they licked and bit her. I felt her shudder as he came in her mouth, she greedily sucked and licked it up, sucking and squeezing his balls with her mouth.

I sped up My fucking and dug My fingers into her thighs as I slammed into her over and over again. I was sweating and moaning and getting ready to cum and I did just that, I screamed loudly and long and filled her hot little pussy with all the cum I could squeeze out of My balls. She moaned like a slut on the cock that had replaced the one that had been her mouth, it seemed our straggler had finally woken up.

Good thing we had the room all day.



Used and Abused



I was going to meet with a man I had met on craigslist. He told me to write him a story about being dominated and also to express my concerns without meeting. I was very inexperience with man/man sex but wanted to feel what it would be like to really be dominated. 

I was concerned on how I would take being submissive for real and not just in my fantasies. I know from previous meeting that the thought of being punished and being punished are two different things. I had wimped out a couple times before and begged them to stop and was glad when they did. What I need to experience is a man who is really in charge and stops when he wants and not when I think it's enough. Of course, safe and sane is always important, but just because I wimp out is not enough reason for him to stop and it's important for me to realize that being punished is supposed to hurt and if it turns me into a little crybaby that it's my fault and it's what I told them I wanted. It's important for me to learn who's in charge and who's the submissive faggot. As I mentioned when we talked, have never been fucked and hope you take it easy and make me like it and want more. If I'm sucking your cock, please train me to be a good cocksucker and tell me how to do it better. Enough of that, time for a story just to give you some ideas on how I think you should talk to me and treat me.

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I was nervous as we pulled into the garage and could see you were also concerned how things would go. I was wondering whether he could actually dominate me or if I would have to lead him around. It didn't take me long to find out the answer.

He went and set down in one of my recliners and when I went to sit in the other he told me no and pointed to the floor in front of his. 'Knees boy, we need to talk.'

I kneeled down on the floor in front of him and look down at the floor submissively. 'Yes Sir.'

'Look at me boy,' he commanded and I looked up at him. 'When we meet the other day, the first thought that came to my mind was that you looked like a faggot. I bet a lot of people think that when they look at you.'

'I hope not...,' I started to say when he interrupted me.

'Did I tell you to talk boy?'

'No Sir.'

'Then shut the fuck up, I will let you knew when I want you to talk.'

I was going to answer him then thought maybe that make things worse so I just took it.

'The more we talked I realized what a faggot you were and more than that I got the impression that you were really quite a wimp. I mean what kind of man asks another man to treat him like you wanted me to treat you. Answer me boy.'

'I was embarrassed asking you to treat me like that but I fantasize about it all the time and wanted to see if I would like being treated like that Sir.'

'Don't bullshit boy, I asked you what kind of man asks to be treated like that.'

'A submissive faggot Sir.'

'You really aren't much of a man at all are you?'

'I guess not Sir.'

'You guess not?'

The look on his face tells me what I need to say. 'No Sir, I'm not much of a man at all.'

'You are nothing but a little fucking pussy boy. In this house, there is only one man and that is me. You will call me Master or Sir, forget you will be punished. I will call you faggot, wimp, bitch, cunt, cum slut or any other fucking name I want. Understand faggot?'

'Yes Sir, I understand.' Damn, I can't believe how he has gotten in his role and how submissive he makes me feel.

'Stand up faggot.'

I do as he says and he gets up and walks slowly around me. 'Take your shirt and shoes off boy.'

When I do he comes in front of me and takes both my nipples in his finger and starts squeezing them. It hurts but I try not to react but when he starts twisting them I can't stand still and move a little and can't help but crying out a little.

'Hurts doesn't it faggot. Faggots take it so fucking stop moving and take it,' he says as he squeeze hard one last time and lets them go. 'Now that your shorts off.'

When I do, I'm standing there in just the white bikini shorts. It feels so strange to be almost naked when he is still fully clothed. He just smiles when he sees the little bikini shorts.

'I figured a fag like you would be wearing a pair of pink panties,' he says reaching down and cupping my package in his hand. 'Faggots don't use the word "no". I hear that from you, you will regret it bitch,' he tells me squeezing harder. 

He releases my cock and balls and move behind me. I feel his hand moving over my shorts feeling my ass cheeks. His finger presses the shorts into the crack of my ass, his finger pushing hard right on my hole. 

'I'm going to enjoy fucking you and turning you into my fucking cum slut. You do want to be a cum slut don't you fagboy?'

'Yes Sir, if that is what you want Sir.'

'You will eat all my cum. If I shoot it in your mouth, you will not swallow without permission. If I shoot if on your face, you will leave it there till I feed it to you. If I allow you to cum, you will also eat that. I might catch it in my hand and let you lick it up like a little pussy or maybe I will make you shoot it on my cock or on my ass and lick it off. Whatever bitch, you will not waste any cum. Understand?'

'Yes Sir,' thinking about I have never tasted cum only a couple times. I have thought of licking up my own cum a lot but after I cum, I lose the urge and never do. The thought of being made to eat my own cum seems so much worse than having to eat another man's.

'Lastly, I don't like how you try to act like another guy around me. You will act like the fucking faggot you are. You will walk like a faggot, swishing that ass around like you need fucked, you will talk more like a fag and your mannerism should reflect what a faggot you are. You don't act enough like a fag, you get punished. 'Understand faggot?'

'Yes Sir,' I answer trying to sound a little more gay.

'We will see,' go get us something to drink.

When I go I try to walk with more of a swish hoping to please him. Makes me feel embarrassed to try to act like a fag and don't know if I can do it very well. I come back and hand him the water and sit mine down.

'Knees faggot.'

When I do he comes over in front of my, places a hand on the back of my head and presses my face into his crotch. He rubs my face all over and I can feel his cock through his pants.

'Tell me what you want bitch.'

'I want to suck your cock Master.'

'Beg faggot.'

'Please Master, please let me suck your cock. I have been thinking about it since we meet and I want to be your cocksucker.'

He pulls his shirt off and then tells me to take his shorts off. I unzip his shorts and pull them off. I can see the outline of his cock through his jockeys. I can see that it looks thick and long. 

'Lick boy.'

I lick his shorts over his cock. There is a wet spot at the end of his cock and I press my lips to it and lick.

'That's a good little faggot. Suck my piss and precum out of my shorts you nasty little fucker.'

I do it and can taste the piss and cum, it's so nasty but I can't stop myself from wanting to do it.

'OK faggot, take it out.'

I pull his shorts down and his cock flops out right in front of my face.

'Kiss it, polish the head faggot.'

I kiss the head and lick around it and then try sucking it into my mouth. He grabs my head and pulls it back and slaps my face, not a punishing slap but one that stings, more like a bitch slap.

'Did I tell you that you could suck my cock faggot?'

'No Sir, I just thought...'

'You don't fucking think faggot, you do as you are told,' he says slapping me again. 'You think you could do that or do I need to take you into the other room?'

Not sure what he means by that but have a feeling it's not something that I would want. 'Yes Master, I understand.'

'Then lick my cock, get it nice and wet, polish my cockhead.'

I do as he says licking up and down his cock. Feel it getting even harder, even bigger. His cock head soft and spongy and I lick it all over, my tongue licking his piss slit.

'Ok bitch, now suck now cock.'

I suck his cock into my mouth. It's so thick that I really have to open really wide to get it into my mouth and can't get very much into my mouth but using my tongue to lick the underside as I suck it in and out of my mouth. It's the biggest cock I have ever tried to suck and hope that I'm not doing too badly. Suddenly, he pulls me off his cock. He slaps me several times, pulling my head back making me look up at him.

'I came here to be sucked by a faggot. I didn't come here to get head like I could from any girl. Now you better start sucking like the faggot bitch you are or we have a problem.'

He presses my head back onto his cock then takes my head in both of his hands and starts working me on his cock. It feels like he is almost like he's using my head to jack himself off. Sometimes he pulls too hard making me gag and he will back off a little but then starts face fucking me again.

'You will learn to take it all with time boy or your ass will be so sore you will never be able to sit down.' He pulls me off his cock and smears the juices all over my face then pulls my head back and makes me look up at him. 'Open wide fucker,' and when I do his spits right into my mouth and then shoves me back on his cock.

I suck his cock trying to take more and more but I have trouble gagging ever time he presses against my throat. Finally he pulls me off.

'Bedroom now faggot. Take off your shorts and lie down over the end of the bed.'

I do as he says, my chest down on the bed, my feet still on the floor. I wait nervously for him to come into the room. Finally, he comes in shutting the door after him.

'There is only one way to train fag bitches that makes them understand how it's going to be,' he says moving behind me.

Suddenly, his hand slaps one of my ass cheeks hard. Surprised I cry out a little. Then he starts spanking me, his hand working both cheeks. I try not to move but it does hurt quite a bit especially when he hits the bottom of my ass cheeks. 

'Who owns you boy?' he asks as he hand connects hard on bottom of my ass cheek.

'You own me Master,' I reply trying not to let voice break but my ass feels on fire. He pulls me off the bed pushing me to my knees in front of him. 

'Kiss my feet boy.'

I lean down and kiss both his feet. He is making me feel like such a fag.

'You are such a fucking wimp, I'm going to beat what little bit of man left in you out and make you my bitch.'

He moves and lays back on the bed a couple pillows behind his head and back.

'Crawl up here and lie across my lap bitch.'

I do as he says and hope that he isn't going to spank me anymore. My ass must be red already.

'Do you want me to spank you some more cunt? If I do it will probably be harder.'

I remember what he said about saying 'no' so I really have no choice. Trying to hold back tears already I answer, 'Yes Master, please spank me harder,' and then he does. He reaches back and pick up the hair brush on the headboard and it doesn't take long till I'm begging him to stop and then the tears start. I hope that will make him stop but it seems like making me cry is turning him on. Finally, he stops and I try to quit crying but I can't right away. I feel his hand rubbing all over my ass cheeks making them feel a little better.

Then I feel his finger sliding up my ass crack slowly then he starts teasing my hole. I feel some cold and realize he has squirted a little of the lube I brought out into my ass crack and is working his finger up and down my crack stopping more and more at my asshole and then slowly sliding a finger inside.

'I'm going to enjoy fucking you bitch, making you moan like a fucking little bitch. I'm going to make you love it and you will not be able to stop thinking about giving your cunt to me. You will beg me to fuck your boy cunt and turn you into a real faggot bitch for men to use.'

Still sobbing as he works his finger deeper up my hole making me squirm. Feel more lube as I know he is preparing me for his big cock. After a while, he pushes me down between his legs and brings my head to his cock and makes me start sucking him again. 

'Get it nice and big whore, he want a big cock in your cunt don't you?' he asks nodding my head up and down with his hands. 'I thought you did, want it nice and deep up your cunt.'

I suck him getting him nice and hard. He pushes me off his cock and moves aside. 

'Hands and knees bitch, head to the top of the bed. Head down, ass nice and high and fucking beg for cock bitch.'

I move getting into position. Scared that it's going to hurt too much but know it's too late to stop now. I lower my head. 'Please fuck me Master. Fuck me like a fag bitch Master. Make me love it. Please fuck me.' I feel him climb into position behind me. I hear him tear the condom package and know he is putting on a condom. I feel like such a slut, my ass nice and high, ready for cock. I feel his cock at my hole and I little pressure on it.

'Ok bitch, push that ass back on my cock. You were begging for it, show me what a fag you are and push that cunt of yours back on my cock.'

I press back but your cock is so thick that I don't feel it going in. Then I feel your hands on my hips pulling me back slowly and your cock pressing hard. I moan out loudly as I feel your cock head slide into my ass. 'Oh god, it hurts, slow please Master.'

'Beg for more bitch,' you tell me and I feel your hand come down on one ass cheek hard and then the other. 'Beg for more cock bitch.'

My ass still feels on fire as your hands spank randomly. 'More cock Master, more cock,' I say despite the pain and feel you slide a little more cock up my cunt. Oh god, it feels so big. I feel your hands on my hips pulling me back and sliding a little deeper then feel you pull back just a little then slide in deeper again. 

'Oh fuck, you are so big.' Feels like you are splitting me into.

'Beg for more cock bitch.'

Tears are running down my face, feeling so out of control. Feel you grab my shoulders lifting me up a little and pulling me back forcing your cock deeper. 'Oh god, oh god, it hurts.' Then feel you reaching around taking my nipples in your fingers again and squeezing and twisting them making me cry out loudly as you give me more cock.

My tits hurting so bad, feel like I'm losing it. I cry out loudly, 'More cock, more cock.' You release my tits and then pull your cock out some then slide back in making my moan loudly.

'That's it bitch, take your fucking like the fag wimp you are.'

He then fucks me till I realize it not hurting as much. Then I realize I have lost all control. He fucks me in this position then in other positions till he knows that I have had enough for the first time. He pulls out and moves up the bed to my head. I watch him as he starts stroking his cock right above my face. He tells me to open my mouth and I do and the next thing I know his cock is spraying my face with his cum. Some goes into my mouth, other spurts on my cheeks and chin. When he finishes he makes me suck the rest out of his cock and then he gets up and pulls me up after him and takes me over to the mirror. He makes me look at myself, cum all over my face.

'What do you see boy?'

'A cum slut faggot Master.'

'Exactly,' he says then to humiliate me further his scoops some cum up with a finger and makes me suck his finger cleaning the cum from it. He does this over and over till I have eaten all his cum.

'What a dirty little faggot. Go kneel in the shower, let's get you cleaned up.'

I go kneel in the shower and soon he comes in standing in front of me. My head down humiliated about I just did. Then I feel it, his hot piss spraying my head. 

'Face up faggot.'

When I look up he starts pissing on my face. I can't believe how humiliating this is and it only gets worse when I hear, 'Open your mouth.'

'Master, please,' I plead.

'You open your mouth or we put your ass over the end of the bed again and last time will seem like love taps.'

I know I can't take more spanking so I open my mouth and he aims his cock and pisses in my mouth. I just kneel there broken as the piss flows out of my full mouth. I know now that I'm truly just a wimpy fag for real man.

He turns on the water and lets me clean up and we end the play session for this time.



Used and Abused by a Stranger



There is an adult book store a few towns over from where I grew up. This particular store also has booths in the back of the store where men go to watch porn, masturbate, and often to hook up with other guys. Ever since I found out about those booths I fantasized about going there and being used by all kinds of strange men. So not long after I turned 18 I went into the store for my first actual look around. While I was there I bought my first dildo, my first butt plug, a blindfold, and a set of hand cuffs with a collar that they clipped to, locking my hands up next to my neck. I didn't really know what I was going to do with those when I bought them, but as soon as I saw them I knew it was something I wanted to wear myself so I bought it without a real plan. 

About a month after my first visit I had formulated a plan in my mind (albeit not a very good plan). I took a shower and shaved every hair off of my body from the neck down, and this time I mean every single hair from below my neck was gone, 100% smooth. After that I put on a pair of black, sheer, lacy stockings held up by a lace garter belt. After that came another black lace thong and a sexy little nightie made of red satin with black lace trim around the bottom. When I stand straight up it just barely covers my ass and if I bend forward at all my ass is revealed. It also has a slit up the left thigh that goes almost halfway up my side. Essentially it doesn't really cover anything, it's just sexy as hell. Over that I wore a pair of loose sweat pants and a zip-up sweatshirt which I of course zipped up all way. In my pockets I had the blindfold, the cuffs and collar, ten dollars to feed the machine in the booth, and a few condoms. Then I headed out and drove over to the bookstore nervous as hell the whole way. 

I arrived and went into the store without looking around at any of the few guys who were smoking outside the store. As I made my way to the back of the store and went around the corner into the hallway where the booths were I immediately saw about a half dozen guys milling around in the hallway, and all eyes were on me... the cute young thing who just walked into a hallway that not many 18 year olds frequented. Again avoiding everyone's eyes I quickly went down the hall into the last booth on the right closing the door and locking it behind me. It hadn't been closed more then ten seconds before someone tried to open it from the outside to let themselves in with me. I quietly called out come back in a minute and started to get myself ready for what I had planned after putting the money in the slot I stripped off all of my male clothes down to my sexy getup hidden underneath. I stashed my clothes and shoes under the chair along with my shoes after putting the condoms on the chair in plain sight of anyone who might come in. I then put the blindfold on first since I couldn't reach it once I was cuffed. Now blindfolded I put on the collar and cuffed my hands to my neck, completely immobilizing them. I stashed the key to the cuffs in one of my shoes and got on my knees facing the door. I shuffled over and with one last deep breath or extreme nervousness I quickly unlocked the door and shuffled back away from it. Then I waited. 

I don't think I waited more that thirty seconds before I heard the door open a crack. I could picture some guy peeking in and surveying the scene in front of him. It took him only seconds to make up his mind and I heard him step into the booth closing the door behind him. He didn't say anything as I knelt there anxiously waiting to see what would happen next. I heard unzipping and pants being pulled down then he shuffle up to me and I felt his semi-hard cock press against my lips. 'Open up' was all he said, and that was all it took as I immediately opened my mouth and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I spent about a minute sucking the head then started sucking the length of his now rock hard cock, which I would guess was probably around 6 inches long or so. After about 5-6 minutes the guy starting groaning and began to cum in my mouth. I continued to suck on the head of his cock until he was done coming. I then leaned over sideways and spit his cum out onto the floor (I had never swallowed before and still wasn't sure how I felt about that). The guy pulled his pants back up quickly and without a word left the booth, closing the door behind him. When he left I barely noticed since I was still spitting out his cum, so he had already left by the time I was really paying attention to what was going on again. I started to shuffle towards the door to relock it so I could get redressed and go home, since I figured that I had already done what I had gone there to do, which was service an anonymous stranger. However, as it turns out I wasn't done for the day yet, in fact I had only had the warm-up round so far.

Before I got halfway to the door it opened, someone quickly stepped in, and it closed again. That happened to fast that I almost didn't even realize what had happened for a minute. I figured it out real quick though... right away I heard the man drop his pants and step out of them before kicking them into the corner. He stepped forward and grabbed the back of my head, pulling my mouth onto his already raging hard cock. This guy was a bit bigger, probably around 7 inches or so, and I became very familiar with every inch of it. He started fucked my mouth, holding my head the whole time to keep me from pulling back or fighting. After about a minute I could feel the head of his cock pushing at the back of my throat with each thrust. Then, all of a sudden he tightened his grip on my head and pushed his whole cock straight down my throat. This was the first time I had ever deep throated anyone, and I was practically crying with all the tears streaming down my face as I gagged on his cock and he held it down my throat for what seemed like a lifetime but was probably more like 10 seconds or so. He pulled out letting me get a big gasp of air before slamming his cock back down my throat. He then fucked me like that for another few minutes, continuously invading my throat with his member. After several minutes of this he slammed his cock deep into my throat again and shot the first spurt of his load straight down my throat. He then pulled out until the head was in my mouth and deposited the rest of his cum right on my tongue. He then made me open my mouth and show him all the cum, then he made me swallow every last drop, which I did without hesitating (ever since I don't think I have ever not swallowed every drop). As I knelt there trying to recover I could hear him moving around and assumed that he was getting dressed to leave now that he had cum. Again I was wrong in my assumption, as it turns out this particular guy was never satisfied with cumming once, and in fact stayed rock-hard until he came at least twice (as I was about to find out first-hand).

No, it turns out that the sound I heard was him opening and putting on one of the condoms that I had brought with me. He grabbed my head again and fucked my face for like two minutes or so before pulling out. He then grabbed me and bent my upper body over the chair while I was still on my knees, making my ass stick up and out into the air. He then reached over and surprisingly quickly ripped my thong down off of me leaving my virgin asshole exposed. (Granted I had ridden my dildo many times, but I'd never been fucked by a real cock before). I started to say that I had never done that before but before I got out a word he stuffed my thong right into my mouth, muffling everything I tried to say. In hindsight, at this point I'm sure I could have worked and spit out the thong and struggled, but at the time I didn't even consider fighting. I just lowered my head onto the chair and tried to prepare myself for my first ass-fucking. 

He moved around behind me and spit on my asshole several times, working the saliva around my hole with his finger. Once I was lubed up he eased his finger into my hole, slid it slowly all the way into my ass and worked it around for a minute loosening me up a little. I then heard him spitting some more; I assume he was lubing his cock up more. I felt him position himself behind me and jumped almost a foot when I felt the tip of his cock press up against my asshole. He grabbed the bottom of the nightie and flipped it up above my waist then roughly grabbed my hips and forced me back into the position he wanted me in. Clearly his patience had run out and he just wanted to do to my ass what he had done to my mouth. Once again I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole only this time he held me in place and pushed the head of his cock into my hole. And holy crap did it hurt. I felt like he had just shoved a baseball bat into me. He waited a minute to let me adjust a little to my first real anal intrusion. 

When he decided that I had enough time he began to slide his cock deeper and deeper into me. Before I knew it I could feel his hips pressing against me and knew that his full length was buried inside of me. He began fucking me with long, slow, deep stokes, pulling almost all the way out of me before pushing all the way back in again. At first it hurt like hell, and I just wanted him to cum and be done already. Less than a minute into my fucking, however, the pain began to subside and an amazing tingling feeling started to grow in its place. Before long I was slamming my ass back against him with every stroke and he began speeding up and essentially slamming his cock in and out of my asshole. 

He must have fucked me like that for at least ten minutes during and I knew then what a slut I was at heart and how much I loved this stranger pounding away at my asshole, treating like the slut I felt like and at the time wanted to be. After fucking me long and hard he finally pulled out of my ass with what felt like and audible pop, although I don't know if I actually heard it or not. He quickly spun me around on my knees while simultaneously pulling off the condom. He grabbed my head again and furiously fucked my mouth for less than thirty seconds before shooting his second load into my mouth, again demanding that I swallow every drop. At this point he pushed my back over the chair the way he had fucked me and left me in that position as he finally got his clothes back on. 

While I listened to him get dressed (bear in mind I'm still blindfolded and have been this whole time), I simply laid there on the chair catching my breath and trying to recover from the rough fucking that had left my legs too weak for me to stand at first. After he had gotten dressed the man pulled out a marker (I'm guessing a sharpie from how long it refused to wash off). With the marker in hand he went around behind me again and wrote on my ass, 'I am a worthless cumslut'. I'm serious, he wrote that across my ass and it stayed there for over a week. Right above my crack he wrote 'insert cock here' with an arrow pointing at my asshole which he drew a bull's eye around!!! After he finished writing on me he got up and left without saying another word. This time I was ready and almost the second the door closed I locked it behind him which was a good thing, because someone else tried to come in almost immediately (apparently word had spread a little about the kid in the end booth and his getup). 

I crawled over and got the keys, unlocked myself and removed my blindfold. The weird thing was that even though so much had just taken place in that booth it looked exactly the same when I took the blindfold off as when I put it on. I quickly pulled on my other clothes and with another deep breath of anxiety I unlocked the door and stepped back out into the hallway, almost an hour after going into the booth. It was humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. Some of the guys were the same ones who watched me go in and I couldn't help but wonder if one of them was the man who had abused me so good. I quickly went out to my car and went home to shower, which is when I first looked in the mirror and discovered what had been written on me.