0 comments/ 85777 views/ 11 favorites Kitty Tales: Blair Pt. 01 By: kitty4bi As usual, this is a true story. Names have been changed to protect the guilty and some dramatic license has been taken. I hope you enjoy the story. I love to receive feedback, so keep it cumming. My husband, Paul, and I are swingers. We meet couples with a bisexual female for full swap. By full swap I mean that the bisexual girls play and the guys exchange female partners for fucking. We are a d/s couple (domination and submission), but play with couples who aren't into d/s. In fact, most of the couples we play with aren't into d/s, but there are those occasions when having a d/s background comes in handy, which was the case with Blair and her boyfriend — the subjects of this Kitty Tale. When we play with other couples, we always fuck in the same room, and usually the same bed. It is so kewl to fuck right next to another couple who is also engaged in a little "in and out," especially when one of them is your spouse. Many times, I hold the hand of the other woman as my husband fucks her. That's a head trip. If you have never watched your spouse fucking another person, you have missed an exciting experience, assuming that you are not the jealous type. In order to do this, you have to compartmentalize sex. You make love to your spouse and fuck others. Does that make sense? To me, sex is sex, and a cock is a cock. Hey! Swinging beats the crap out of having affairs and ruining your marriage. If nothing else, think of it as a preemptive strike. It's normal for people, especially males, to have affairs after a number of years of marriage. Psychologists call this the biological imperative. Men are biologically conditioned to further the species by having multiple sex partners. Given this, why not have affairs together? The motto of a swinger is: Those who fuck together are stuck together. I can understand why men have affairs. I've talked to many men over the years and a constant complaint is that their wives lose interest in sex. Frequently, this occurs soon after marriage. Now, some of these men may have been feeding me a line of bullshit in order to get in my pants, but there have been too many to discount the complaints carte blanch. If this complaint is true, how can you blame men for fucking around? Something is wrong if your wife decides immediately after the wedding that giving a blowjob is unsavory and disgusting. Sometimes I'm not proud of my gender. Women can be such selfish bitches. "Give me security baby, but don't expect me to fuck you like some $20 whore" seems to be the call sign for too many women. Some women just fail to understand that they need to be a whore in the bedroom in order to keep their men at home. Of course, men can be real assholes, but that is subject for a later Kitty Tale. For the most part, I have really enjoyed swinging with Paul. Of course, there are situations that are frustrating. Some couples are not really couples, some men say they are into it and forget to tell their spouses, and some couples must get some form of visceral satisfaction from communicating that they are into swinging, with no real conviction to meet anyone. These types of situations increase my skepticism when someone contacts me, which leads me into the story about Blair. One lovely day a couple of years ago, I received a Yahoo instant message from Dan. He wanted to know if my hubby and I would like to meet his partner, Blair, and him for sex. Given my skepticism, my first reaction was "here we go again." I must have been having a PMS day because I ragged him pretty well. If he were a fake, as I suspected, I thought that he would quickly tire of my bullshit and seek a more gullible neophyte. Normally, I am very friendly, gregarious and loquacious when online, unless I am working. I love chatting with people. However, there is one caveat. I love chatting except for cyber sex, which I think is absolutely dumb and does nothing for me at all. Plus, I do get tired of people who misrepresent themselves, and have become less tolerant over the years, which is unfortunate. Oh well, I guess you have to expect to wade through some crap to get to the goodies. Believe me, when a swing encounter goes well, there are plenty of goodies for everyone. They are utterly fantastic sexual experiences. Assuming that the other couple is agreeable, we take tons of pics and videos of our experiences. Following an encounter, I love fucking my hubby while watching the video. I will hate the day when we finally give up swinging. To my surprise, Dan was quite tenacious about meeting us. He explained that he had a "girlfriend" who wanted to have her first bisexual experience. He further explained that they were both married, but not to one another. He was her "boy toy." Those were not good signs. First, I hate the "I want you to break in my wife" scenarios. This usually means that the male has a fantasy and his wife doesn't have a clue. It also usually means that he wants to fuck me, but he can't handle my hubby fucking his wife. "No fucking way, baby," is my response. Our standard rule is that both play or neither plays. I guess they think that I can somehow talk their wives into fucking me, and I will want to fuck them. Well, that rarely works. I don't mind inexperienced women who want their first bisexual experience. Statistically speaking, well over 50% of women will have some form of sexual experience with another woman at some point in time, and over 30% will have multiple experiences, whether they be bisexual or lesbian. In short, most women are receptive to having sex with another woman given the proper circumstances, but they need the opportunity. I must say that I am very good at introducing newbies to the joys of sex between women. The second negative sign was that they weren't a married couple. Don't get me wrong. I don't have a problem with people having affairs. I couldn't care less. But becoming sexually involved with such a couple can become complicated. Plus, we like to exchange a pic and talk on the phone with the couple before we meet. When a couple is having an affair, it is difficult to do either. Dan did seem credible and eventually piqued my interest. The part that secured my interest was that Blair was in the middle of a divorce and wanted to "break out" of her blasé suburban lifestyle by having sex with another couple. She wanted to be used and abused sexually. When he added that she was from an upscale area of the city, and her "soon to be ex" was a high-powered attorney, I was hooked. I thought that it was so appropriate to fuck the wife of an attorney who spent his time fucking over other people, and having pics and videos to enjoy afterwards were added inducements. I have to be honest. The thought of fucking her did add a little whip cream to the sundae. I was excited about having the opportunity to grind my pussy into the face of a country clubber socialite. Dan did send me his pic. He was very attractive in a sort of "boy toy" way. Of course, he had no pic of Blair, which I found mildly irritating. He did provide me a brief description of her. He stated that she was model material (yeah, sure). She was about my height, 5'7", a brunette, with full c-cups and great legs. Again my skepticism kicked in, but he added she was in her early 30's, and was sexually insatiable. So, why shouldn't I take it to the next step? Sounded pretty damn good to me. I explained to Dan that I would have to talk with my hubby, Paul, and get back to him. With that, we exchanged Yahoo profiles in our messenger and went about our business. I was pretty sure that Paul would be agreeable. He rarely passes a chance to fuck strange pussy. Paul came up with some interesting ideas when I talked to him about my conversation with Dan. He suggested that I tell Dan to meet us at a motel and we would photograph and videotape the tryst. And, since Blair wanted to break her suburban restraints, we should have a light d/s session. Paul wanted her to be blindfolded the entire time while all three of us took turns with her. He didn't want her to know what we looked like prior to fucking her. He wanted her totally in the dark, so to speak. We would also use a few of our toys on her, such as butt plugs, anal vibrator, nipple and clit clamps, riding crop, remote vibrating egg, double-headed dildo, strap-on, ball-and-gag, wax candles, and arm and leg restraints. How about that for a sexual buffet? LOL Thank God for online sex stores. Paul also wanted her attired a certain way. She was to wear a skirt that barely covered her ass, and she was to not to wear panties or hose. She was to wear a button-up blouse and no bra. She also had to abstain from sex for at least three days prior to our meeting. He wanted her totally motivated. Paul, my hubby, is exceptional in these types of encounters. When we do vanilla swing, he avoids any Dom characteristics or behaviors. He always treats the female of the other male with utmost respect. But in d/s encounters, once the limitations and expectations are established, he is within his true element. He is a trainer of subs and very skilled. When we do meet for vanilla swing encounters, he will take the initiative if the situation warrants it. That's just his way. He can be intimidating to some without trying. Standing over 6'1" and weighing around 230, he is physically intimidating. His voice is deep and resonates masculinity. The first time I spoke with him, my pussy began to moisten just from his voice. Paul is a retired officer from the Army special forces, and has a way of speaking that commands respect and obedience without trying. But he never tries to intimidate others. He tries to make both the male and female of the other couple comfortable and relaxed before we start the fun, He jokes, smiles and laughs. He is a good-natured soul who just happens to be a Dom. He is over 50 now. That can't be too intimidating. LOL Please don't think that Paul is a sadist when you read the term "Dom." There are many different types of Doms in this world, and the hardest part of d/s is for a submissive to find the right Dom. Some are sadistic assholes who only want to degrade and hurt a woman. But there are also those who I call "sweetheart" Doms. They will push the sexual limitations of a woman based on established parameters, but they respect hard limits. By the way, soft limits indicate hesitation and are the focus of d/s exploration, while hard limits indicate something unacceptable and are excluded. However, the crux of d/s is expanding limitations by making hard limits soft and eliminating soft limits. Many women are socialized to be sexually repressed. I should know. Growing up in the deep South, I had my share of criticism anytime I expressed any sexual thoughts. Unfortunately, sexual repression is a mainstay of our culture, but many women crave to eliminate their socialized inhibitions and experience sexual freedom. Even some of the most dominant women you will encounter have a fantasy of being sexually dominated. Sometimes, women need someone to guide them and to make it acceptable to do things that others would perceive as totally unacceptable, unexplainable and reprehensible. Guidance and the absorption of guilt are part of the Dom's role. It sounds like a head game and to some extent it is. But sex is partly a head game. Maybe I should rephrase that. Sex is as much a mental as it is physical. Once you have accepted the psychological aspects of d/s, a submissive is ready to do what his or her Dom or Domme (female) requests, simply because he or she wants it regardless of whether the submissive finds physical pleasure from it or not. Even if there is no real physical pleasure, the submission to your Dom provides you with psychological pleasure. Of course, it's great when a sub receives both psychological and physical pleasure. Many who are not into the d/s subculture have a hard time with this issue. But the real issue is that a submissive finds sexual fulfillment from giving sexually. Many who fail to understand this are more focused on what they can get, rather on what they can give sexually. Making another happy by giving up everything sexually is the epitome of d/s relationships. But the relationship is reciprocal because the Dom provides sexual freedom in exchange for total submission. I know that for me, pushing my limits is something that I must do. I want to be sexually liberated from any pre-conceived guilt or conventions about my sexual desires. In my mind, there is nothing sexually taboo unless it hurts another person. I haven't reached my full potential yet as a sexual submissive, but with Paul's continued guidance, I eventually will. I can say for a fact that without d/s, I would have never become the slut that I am. LOL As I previously mentioned, Paul is very skilled at conducting d/s sessions. I should know. That's how we met. We stayed in an Embassy Suite for four days straight the first time we met, and only came up for air for food. He took me home after our four-day "honeymoon," and I have been his ever since. I was his collared sub for a year prior to our marriage, and he has "trained" 3 subs since we've been married. Yes, I do participate with the training of subs. When I was collared (the d/s symbol of total devotion), I pledged not have any sexual limitations. In other words, if Paul tells me to do something sexual, I will do it without hesitation, and I always have. Paul's d/s sessions are not pain intensive as some d/s sessions are. They are more erotic than painful. Oh, there is usually a modicum of pain involved, especially when I need to be punished. I'm not a pain slut, but, as with many women, a little pain seems to intensify the sexual pleasure. Blair was in for an extraordinary sexual adventure. This was one day she would never forget. The next day, I communicated Paul's suggestions to Dan. He was in full agreement. He would also provide her with some Valium to decrease her apprehension, because she was normally high strung. He told me that she would have no problem with any of our ideas, but would talk to her about it to be sure. Dan also agreed to allow Paul to orchestrate the entire encounter. He just wanted to make sure that he got his, and he was excited about watching Blair be sexually dominated. We established the date and the motel that would be the scene of her d/s indoctrination. When the day finally arrived, we set up the motel room with the video camera and toys. It was a large room, with a king-sized bed, a recliner and a couch. Once we finished setting up, Paul told me to attire myself in my lingerie de jour, while he got a bucket of ice. Oh shit! I thought. He's going to do the ice play with Blair. Damn, the girl would be writhing in agony and ecstasy, and I would have it have this on tape. We also brought a boom box and a number of tunes selected for the liaison. Some of them were strip tunes, such as "You Can Leave Your Hat On" by Joe Cocker. Paul was going to make her strip for us. That should be pretty degrading to a country clubber. As we waited our d/s debutante, Paul had me warm up by sucking his cock, which is one of my favorite pastime. I fucking love to suck cocks. I am a devoted cum slut. I love to suck cum from pussies and asses, off of dicks and the bed. It doesn't matter to me. Heck, one of my fantasies is to have a group of men cum in a glass and feed it to me. The cell phone interrupted my slurping. They had arrived and needed to know what room we were in. Paul reminded Dan to blindfold Blair before entering the room and that she was not to remove the blindfold until given permission. With that, Paul hung up the phone and told me to take a seat on the couch. The knock at the door came, and Paul rose to answer it. I had to catch my breath when she walked in. She was gorgeous—tall, slender, pretty and blindfolded. As instructed, she wore a short, pleated skirt that barely covered her ass. Her legs were trim and muscular. Her breasts looked firm, even without a bra. There was no noticeable sag. Her brunette hair was short, but attractive in a suburban wife style. Since she was blindfolded, she clutched Paul's arm as he escorted her to the center of the room. As I met Dan, I reached down and squeezed his cock. It was already beginning to spring to life. He gave me a tentative kiss, but I pushed my tongue in his mouth. I wanted him to know that he would have a little fun with me, too. Once my tongue was exploring his mouth, his tentativeness receded and he played tongue twirl with me. His hand reached for my small titties and he kneaded them. All I could think of was the fun we four would have. Paul had his arm around Blair as he welcomed her to her deflowering. He covered the rules that she was to cooperate fully with his commands and the commands of Dan and me. He told her that if anyone was doing something that she didn't want or was hurting her too much she was to say "stop" and whomever was involved would stop. She was not to remove her blindfold until told to do so. With the crackle of excitement and apprehension, she agreed to all of the rules, and understood the safe word. Paul told her to turn around so that both Dan and me could take a look at her. As she turned, Paul stopped her when her back was to the camera and us. Paul grasped the hem of her skirt and raised it to exhibit her naked ass to us. It was magnificent. Although there were a few small bruises, her ass was the perfect shape that just begged to be licked and fucked. From the bruises on her ass, the girl obviously liked her sex a little on the rough side. While Paul was showing off Blair's tight little ass, Dan and I got comfortable. I sat next to him on the couch and unzipped his pants. I slithered my hand into his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was long—maybe seven inches—but thin. There was not much of a head. But his cock was serviceable, and I certainly wanted to suck it and taste his cum. I contented myself with stroking the shaft and lightly squeezing the head. Dan was as cute as his picture. He had to be in his early 30's. He was trim, had a great smile, and a comfortable voice. He didn't have a deep resonate voice that brings my pussy to a boil, but at least he didn't have a high-pitched, squeaky voice. That is such a turn off to me. Paul turned on the boom box to the selected strip tunes and took a seat on the edge of the bed. He instructed Blair to put on a strip show for us. Blair started gyrating to the music. She loosened her blouse and began the slowly unbutton the front. As she did, we caught quick glimpses of her tits. The looked like two ripe grapefruits with pinkish stems. Dan was getting into watching his girlfriend strip for us. His cock quickly began to leak pre-cum. Using my index finger, I gently stroked the pre-cum from the tip of his cock and licked my finger. I didn't want to waste a drop of his delicious nectar. When Blair removed her blouse, she gyrated so that her tits swayed with the music. The sway of her breasts was delightfully seductive. Her nipples were already protruding. They were very long and large. I was thinking that the nipple clamps would work well on them. She dropped her arms to her waist and grasped the hem of her short skirt. She seductively raised and lowered her skirt, providing us with momentary glimpses of her pussy and ass. She had a small brown patch of pussy fur above her lips, but her pussy lips were shaved. Her pussy lips were already swollen with lust. A glint of moisture was evident on her lips and inner thighs. She was a woman in heat. After a few minutes of teasing, she reached behind and unclasped her skirt. As the zipper was lowered, the skirt fell from her body, leaving her totally naked. As her body was presented to us for our combined pleasure, all of us visually feasted on our socialite buffet. Kitty Tales: Blair Pt. 01 The exquisite show was exciting Paul, but he wanted to see more. He told Blair to stop dancing and to bend over at the waste. Once she was in position, he told her to reach behind and pull her ass cheeks apart so that all of us, including the video camera, got a birds eye view of our mutual destination. Indeed, she had a magnificent body for fucking, and all of us were ready to start the games. Discarding his clothes, Paul told Dan and me to have some fun while he played with Blair. He pulled Blair next to him, pushed her down until she was kneeling in front of his spread legs, and told her to suck him off. I stroked Dan's cock as Blair began to suck on Paul's cock. From the enthusiasm she demonstrated giving the blowjob, I could tell that she was getting into the entire situation. This socialite wanted all of us to degrade and humiliate her. She was our slut for the afternoon, and I knew full well that we were going to take full advantage of our opportunity. Paul placed his hands on the sides of Blair's head and guided her cock sucking. His body language told me that she as doing a fine job, and I bet the image of this gorgeous slut increased his sexual tension. Dan and I were getting into our petting more heavily as we snuck glances at what was occurring on the bed. From the reaction of Dan's dick, I knew he was into watching his girlfriend suck off another man. I was into it, too. I love watching Paul's cock stretch a woman's mouth as she tries to inhale him. If he wanted her to deep throat him, she would have to relax her throat. I know. That cock had been down my throat many times. Usually, we use the d/s games to stimulate sexual tension. Today, just the opposite occurred. All of us were in a heightened sexual level, and d/s games would have to wait until some of the sexual tension was released. The situation was similar to fucking when you are a teenager. If you don't jack or suck the guy off, he will probably cum too quickly. Seemingly on cue, Paul pulled Blair's face from his cock and grabbed her thin shoulders. Pulling her upward, he turned her around and pushed her on the bed. Taking the hint, Blair crawled up until she was in the middle of the bed with her knees up and spread. Dan pushed my head down until I my face was even with his long, thin cock. I knew what he wanted, but I also wanted to watch the action on the bed. With a little effort, I adjusted my position until I could suck Dan's cock and watch Paul fuck Blair's tight pussy. Paul crawled on the bed between her legs. He reminded me of a carnivore that had slain its prey and was congratulating itself on securing a delicious meal that it would soon maul. His wicked smile indicated that Blair was about to receive one hell of a fucking. Stroking his cock, Paul examined the 32 year old woman below him—gorgeous face, pouty red lips, white teeth within a deliciously delicate mouth, succulently shaped tits, flat stomach, small patch of brown fur above her pussy, red and swollen pussy lips leaking her female excitement, tight ass, and slender, muscular thighs that were ready to grip his waste in a passion roll. She had it all and he was about to take it all in every hole. Paul pulled her legs until they rested on his shoulders so that her pussy and ass were spread. He leaned forward until Blair's knees were almost touching her shoulders. He wanted full penetration into his slut. He wanted to feel his balls slapping against her ass. He wanted to explore every inch of the pussy treat spreading before him. With an impish grin, he made her wait for the initial penetration. Since she was blindfolded, the darkness increased her anticipation and excitement. She was about to be fucked by someone she had never met. She was his slave for the fucking. He was the master who would fuck his slave in any manner he desired. Grasping his cock, he stroked it over Blair's pussy lips and just inside the opening. Teasing her pussy with his dickhead, Paul whispered, "I'm going to fuck you like you are my whore. But before I do, I want you to tell me that I am your fuck master." Blair hesitated to speak. Maybe her resolve to be a fuck slave for the afternoon was receding? That would be totally unacceptable. Paul grabbed one of her protruding nipples and gave it a quick twist. Blair squirmed and gasped from a combination of pain and lust. "I said that I want you to tell me that I am your fuck master. Blair, answer me," Paul growled. "Yes...yes! You are my fuck master," squirmed Blair. "If I am your fuck master, I can do with you what I want. Is that correct fuck slave?" added Paul. "I am yours totally," spouted Blair. "That's not good enough. Tell me you are my fuck slave and I can do anything I want with you," retorted Paul. "When you speak to me, call me sir, fuck slave." "Yes...sir. You can do anything you want with me, ...sir," relented Blair. As I did my best to concentrate on both giving Dan a good sucking and watching the action on the bed, I was getting wetter by the second. I love it when Paul talks to me like a whore. The dirty talk sends shivers up my spine. Some men understand that when a woman wants to be fucked, a man needs to work on her mental image as well as her body. Those are the most intense orgasms. Dirty talk does a fine job of establishing the mental image of being fucked. "I'm going to fuck your pussy now, fuck slut," Paul added. "Then I'm going to fuck that tight little ass of yours. When I'm done, I'm going to give you to the others to do what they want with you. Is that what you want fuck slave?" "Please fuck my pussy and ass. You can do whatever you want with me, sir." "You have potential fuck slut. I might want to do this on a regular basis if you can fuck like a nasty girl should," cooed Paul. With that, Paul positioned the head of his dick in Blair's pussy lips and pushed. He sunk deeply and Blair let out a yelp as Paul's dick came to rest. I'm sure her eyes were rolling underneath her blindfold. After a few seconds, Paul began the real fucking of Blair. I don't mean love making. He was pumping her with quick, hard stokes. Her ass was bouncing with every stroke. I knew what she was feeling. Paul's cock isn't extremely long (maybe a little over average), but it's very thick. I can barely get my hand around it when I am stroking him. Paul maintained a pace I have experienced and witnessed frequently. I've observed him fuck a woman for over 30 minutes at a time. Then rest awhile and do it again. But he doesn't just pump directly in and out. He varies the angle of his thrusts so that a pussy is fully fucked. He varies the pace, too. He will speed up and slow down based on the reaction of the woman being fucked. He also uses it to make sure that he can fuck for a long time. Believe me, when he is done, a woman knows she has been fucked. In fact, it's weird but I have witnessed women actually hold his hand as we leave a fuck session with them and their husbands. They just don't want to accept that the fucking is over. As Paul continued his ravaging of Blair's pussy, he continued to talk to her. Although his communication was a little breathless, the messages were clear. "Take my cock, fuck slut. Your pussy is tight, baby. Squeeze it, slut," he commanded. Blair was moaning and groaning something about filling her pussy. She was so far gone that her oral reactions were incomprehensible. She was writhing in ecstasy as the thick cock pumped her. Her pussy squished very time Paul's cock rammed into her. All women's orgasms are a little different, but I would bet she came three times. After about 15 minutes of relentless fucking, Paul looked over at Dan and me and told me to get the lubricant. Although there was plenty of pussy juice and sweat running down to her ass, Blair would need lubricant to accept his thick cock in her rectum. As I retrieved the lubricant, Paul told me to lick his cock clean of Blair's wetness and then apply the lubricant while fingering her pussy. Hey, who am I to argue? Paul pulled from Blair's engorged pussy with a loud slurp as her pussy muscles released their grip. Trying to balance myself, I inserted two fingers in her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. Simultaneously, I lowered my head and sucked Blair's cream off of his cock. It tasted lovely. She tasted as good as she looked. With a light tap on the top of my head, I removed my mouth and speared a glob of lubricant. I spread it on Paul's cock. The head was huge. He was so excited over fucking her. The blue vein running the length of his cock was fully engorged, providing a roadmap to heaven. Stroking a cock and finger fucking a woman simultaneously is no easy feat. But I did my best. My ministrations to Blair must have been inadequate because she started to moan complaints. "Quit moaning and roll over," commanded Paul. On unsteady arms, Blair complied. Paul pushed a pillow under her hips so that her ass level was raised. He pulled her ass checks apart and told me to rub lubricant around her asshole and in her rectum. While continuing to stroke his cock, I pulled my fingers from Blair's pussy and retrieved another glob of lubricant. After rubbing the lubricant around her asshole, I pushed a lubricated finger up her ass. She bolted at this intrusion. I chuckled to myself at her reaction. If my slim finger caused her to bolt, wait until Paul's cock was introduced to her cherry ass. She would bolt like a newly emasculated gelding. Observing Blair's reaction to my finger, Paul told me to push three digits inside of her. It was tight, but I was able to squeeze three in and start finger fucking her brown hole. I was wondering if Paul wanted me to fist fuck her pussy or maybe even her ass after he was done with her. I would enjoy that. Once Blair was properly lubricated and loosened, Paul positioned the head of his burgeoning cock at the entrance of her ass. My three fingers were not close to a match for the size of Paul's cock head. This I had to watch. I wondered how he would navigate his thick cock head into that little brown hole. First, he ran his cock head up and down her ass crack, teasing her with the tender flesh of his soft head. He tickled the entrance to her ass with the tip by rubbing it around and around the sphincter. He then placed the tip at the center of the brown sphere and gave a little push. Blair leaned forward in an attempt to avoid the penetration, but Paul responded to her reluctance: "Stay still, fuck slut. My cock is going to have its way with your tender ass. All of my sluts get ass fucked." Looking at Dan and me he commanded: "Move in front of her and hold her still while I push inside her ass." We both complied and held Blair as Paul continued his invasion. With a series of short pushes, the head of his cock broke through the sphincter. Blair gasped and bolted, but there was no escape. Her ass would be fucked and there was nothing that she could do. She would be sore for days after the fucking she was about to receive. Paul rested his cock inside of her ass and then slowly worked deeper inside of her with short gentle strokes. Once most of his cock was tightly up her ass, he sighed: "There is nothing like fucking a cherry ass." Looking down at his conquest, he raised his hand and gave Blair's ass check a hard spank. She bolted from the pain and surprise. Although she liked her sex rough, this may have been the first time that she was blindfolded when her ass was spanked. When she reacted to the spank, the muscles around her sphincter must have immediately clamped on Paul's cock. "Damn, that feels good. A hard spank will make any ass tighten," Paul exclaimed. "I learned that little trick back in Thailand." Not to be lost in the action, Dan put his cock in Blair's face. She immediately opened her mouth so that he could face fuck her. Now she had cocks in both ends. I added to her pleasure by climbing under her and pulling a pillow under my head so that I could lick her pussy as she was ass and face fucked. Paul and Dan started a rhythm. One would push in while the other pulled out. They continued a slow pace as Blair became more receptive to her impalement. Soon, she was pushing her ass back into Paul's cock as it assaulted her. Our fuck sandwich was getting to Blair. She was moaning around Dan's cock and bucking against Paul's cock. We maintained the fucking for another 10 minutes. By then, the men were ready to give her a cum bath in both her mouth and ass. I felt Blair begin to cum once more as the men continued to build toward theirs. I hung on to her pussy with my mouth as she came. Her pussy juice smeared my face as I heard the sounds of the men coming. They grunted and pumped Blair as hard as they could. They came almost simultaneously. Both men exploded with hard orgasms. Blair slurped Dan's cock, drinking his cum. She choked on the semen splashed into her mouth. Grabbing her hips, Paul rammed as hard as he could as he came. Paul was pile driving his cum into her ass as he climaxed. Paul pulled his cock out of Blair's ass after pumping his entire load in her. Both Dan and Paul rested on the bed and Blair remained prostrate on her stomach. They were all exhausted. I looked at Blair's ass and cum was beginning to be expelled. It was running down her ass cheeks and inner thighs. After a minute or two, Paul looked over at me and commanded: "Clean off my cock and clean up the fuck slut. We've only just begun." I smiled back and began to crawl over to his deflated cock. Indeed, the fun was just beginning for all of us because the d/s session was about to begin and I would have my turn with Blair. Kitty Tales: Blair Pt. 02 This story is a continuation of Blair part 1. I recommend that you read the first part prior to reading this one. As usual, it is based on a true story. Names have been changed to protect the guilty and some dramatic license has been taken. I hope you enjoy the story. I love to receive feedback, so keep it cumming. Paul, my hubby and Dom, commanded me to crawl across the bed and clean the cum cocktail off of his cock. He had just finished fucking Blair in the ass and his cock needed a thorough cleansing. I love licking cum off of cocks, but this was a little different. Hell, his dick had been up her ass, and I had never done this before. I didn't find it disgusting, but I sure didn't find it appetizing, either. But, since I am a dedicated sub, I knew that I had no choice. It was what my Dom wanted, and I wanted to please him. As I closed my eyes and my face descended toward his cock, I took in a deep breath and hoped the taste would not be nauseating. But, just before my lips touched his cock, he told me to stop. "Kitty, I don't want you to lick my cock clean," Paul commanded. "We have a lot of fucking to do today, and I don't think any of us want to taste your mouth if you cleaned my cock. Get a wash cloth with warm water and wash my cock off." With some reluctance, I crawled off of the bed and walked toward the bathroom. I guess I was simultaneously excited and revolted at sucking a cock that had just been used to fuck a woman's ass. Man, that does make me sound like a real slut. When I returned, I gently nestled his deflated cock in the warm, wet washcloth and stroked it like a grateful pussy would. He moaned his pleasure and told me to clean his balls and the area between his balls and ass. His cock was still leaking some, so I bent over and flicked my tongue over the tip of his penis, as I continued the gentle massage of his balls. He told me to stop, rolled on his stomach, and asked me to clean his ass with the washcloth. As commanded, I pulled his ass cheeks apart and gently stroked the washcloth over his crack and around his sphincter. His ass crack was hairy and his sphincter was a deep brown in color. But is looked so tantalizing that I couldn't help myself. I lowered my face and licked the entire length of this ass with my tongue. The tender flesh felt so pliable under my tongue. Damn, I have such an ass fetish. I just love licking asses and anal sex. I must be depraved. As my licking focused on his sphincter, I felt a hand on the top of my head. "That's good, baby. Lick my ass," cooed Paul. "Push the tip of your tongue into my ass. Just a little deeper...Oh, yeah, that's good." I love deep tonguing ass, but it always hurts the underside of my tongue when I press into an ass as deep as I can. It's the price I pay for another fetish of mine. As I continued my tongue fucking of his ass, Paul's hips gyrated. I knew from his physical response that he was enjoying the licking. My thoughts were reinforced when he rolled on his hip and told me to move to his front so that I could suck his cock. He then ordered me to position Blair so that she could lick his asshole. He wanted to be the meat in a girl sandwich. I crawled over to Blair and gazed at the gorgeous body lying there so docile. I couldn't resist the temptation. I ran my hands along her gorgeous calves and thighs. The touch of her skin was captivating. I love the feel of a woman's body. It's so smooth and soft. It's so different from the muscular body of a man. Observing my stroking of Blair's flesh, Paul spoke, "Kitty, I forgot something. You need to clean up Blair's ass with your mouth. I want you to suck my cum from her ass and lick her clean." Well, I had no problem with that. As I lowered my face to her waiting ass, I saw the cum oozing from her stretched sphincter. The cum was trickling along her inner thighs and dripping on the bed sheets. The smell was intoxicating. Her entire body smelled of a mixture of perfume and sex. It was unbelievably enticing. I lowered my mouth to her inner thighs and licked the succulent flesh. The familiar taste of Paul's cum caused my skin to erupt in goose bumps. The faint smell of her ass mixed with the overwhelming aroma of sex and filled my nostrils. I licked upwards along the insides of her thighs until my mouth was firmly attached to her asshole. I gently licked all of the cum that had smeared her tender flesh. Using the tip of my tongue, I scooped the cum that was remaining. So as not to miss a drop, I clenched the muscles in my tongue to make it rigid. I speared her asshole and licked the insides of her brown sphincter. Placing my hands on the cheeks of her tender ass, I spread her until I had access to all of the cum. I wiggled my tongue inside of her ass, as her guttural groans of pleasure drifted to my ears. As I swallowed the last tiny drop of sperm, I whispered in Blair's ear, "Paul wants you to lick his ass. You need to move to your side and slide over to him." As Blair complied with my request, I placed her face directly in front of Paul's ass and gave the back of her head a gentle nudge. I saw her greedy mouth open and her tongue extend. She wanted to taste the ass of the man who had just fucked her so energetically. It was the reward she would give him for the orgasms his fucking had produced from her. I hope that I will never forget that moment. Watching a gorgeous woman, blindfolded and in heat, licking a man's ass is one of the most erotic sites imaginable. Paul was enjoying his ass licking by Blair. In fact he was enjoying it so much that he forgot about me sucking has cock for a minute, Instead, he told me to bring the video camera and film a close up of Blair licking his ass. I knew we would be fucking to this video for years to come. "Do you like licking my ass, fuck slut?" queried Paul. "Have you ever licked and sucked a man's ass before?" Somewhat muffled, Blair responded, "No, sir. I've never done this before." "That's so cool, Blair," he responded. "I'm into ass lickers. They are worth their weight in gold." As Paul spoke he started to grind his ass back into Blair's face. Rather than recoil, she pushed forward. The slut wanted to get as deep within his ass as her tongue would allow. She moaned as she licked inside of him, which sent shivers down my spine. Gawd! Women can be such sluts. You have to love us for it. Gaining more enthusiasm, Paul commanded, "Place your lips on my sphincter and suck my asshole. Wiggle your tongue inside my ass." Her face was buried in Paul's ass to the point I could barely make out her eyes from the side. Damn, the girl was deep in there. I couldn't help myself. With this incredible view, I had to get some of her. My face descended toward that sweet pussy, still wet from the fucking it had received. But before I could press my tongue to those rose petals, Paul told me to move around and suck his cock. Perturbed at losing my pussy treat, I cast aside the rest of my clothing except for my black thigh highs, and rested my shoulder on the bed so that my face was next to Paul's cock. My mouth greeted the familiar member with its usual anticipation. I sucked and licked his cock while Blair was continuing to eat his ass. As I licked down the shaft of his hard cock to his balls, I could see Blair's magnificent breasts heaving as she tongue fucked him. I wanted a little piece of those ripe melons. I stretched out my hand, grasped a nipple and tugged. Blair positioned her body to give me more access to her goodies and I took advantage. While continuing to lick Paul's balls and stroke his cock shaft with my hand, I rubbed and kneaded Blair's soft globes. Her c-cups put my b-cups to shame. The satiny touch of her skin covering the firmness of her tit was delightful. After a few glorious minutes, Paul told us to stop. He wanted to play another game before cumming again. Disappointed that I had to detach from Blair's titties, I asked Paul what he wanted us to do. Looking at me with the grin I know so well, he told me to retrieve the satin ropes and ball gag from our goodies bag. Blair was about to be hogtied. As Paul lifted Blair from the bed, he looked at Dan and asked him to fetch the wooden desk chair and to place it in the middle of the room. As Paul carried his fresh kill, he shrugged his shoulder until Blair's mouth was on his. Kissing deeply into her appetizing mouth, Paul moaned from the tongue play she gave him. Paul nestled Blair on the chair. He told her to position herself so that her stomach was on the chair and her head and tits were hanging off the side. In this position, Paul would be able to secure her to the chair so that she was virtually immobilized, which is just what he wanted for the next game. Once she was in position, Paul tied one of her wrists to the leg of the chair, using the crossbeam so that her arm was immobile. Paul then wrapped the satin rope around her thigh. Passing the satin rope to the other side, he secured Blair's other hand and thigh so that she was secured. Paul reached for the ball gag. He placed the ball into Blair's mouth and pushed, pressing it against the back of her teeth. He then tied the gag behind her head. She could only breath through her nostrils. The only sounds she could make were barely audible moans. Paul then retrieved another of our sex toys. He placed the leg spreader next to Blair's ankles and secured one end of the spreader to her ankle. He pushed her other ankle out, spreading her legs very wide. Her legs must have been spread over 4 feet, which made her pussy and ass gap open for any penetration Paul had in mind. Paul looked at me and told me to get "Fat Man" and "Little Boy" from our bag. "I want you to slide 'Fat man' up her pussy, and 'Little Boy" in her ass," he explained. My larger vibrator, "Fat Man," was 10 inches long and approximately 4 inches in diameter. It's huge. Since her pussy was gapping open and was still wet, I slid it into her to approximately 7 inches without much resistance. However, Paul told me to push it in until only the butt extended outside her pussy. I pushed harder and it moved about another inch. Blair bucked and squirmed at the depth of the penetration, but she had a couple of more inches to go. I wondered if her tight pussy could accept such a large device. Working it back and forth, I eventually was able to impale her with most of the ten inches. Her pussy was so stretched that I didn't think she would be any good for fucking the rest of the afternoon. Next came "Little Boy." My smaller vibrator is used for anal fucking. It's only about 2 inches in diameter and 6 inches long. Since her ass was already spread, I had an unobstructed view of her asshole. The earlier fucking had taken its toll. There was close to a one-inch gap that should not have been there. Sliding "Little Boy" into her ass was easy. Blair was now hogtied and blindfolded with both her ass and pussy impaled. I had to take a few pics of her this way. It was just too erotic to pass up. After I had snapped a couple of pics, Paul interrupted, "Switch on both of the vibrators and leave her there for awhile. They'll keep her entertained while I have a little fun with you both." As the vibrators imbedded in her pussy and ass muffled to life, Blair began to squirm. It would not be long before she would experience multiple orgasms. Can you imagine being in such a position in front of strangers? She could not move. All she could do was remain motionless as the vibrators hummed inside of her body. What happened next knocked me on my ass. My masculine Dom looked over at Dan, and without any expression he asked, "Dan, I think you would like to suck my dick. Am I right?" Dan's facial expression was priceless. His jaw dropped as low as mine, but he didn't get pissed. Hell, I thought that a fight might breakout. If Dan were pissed, he might have come after Paul. I looked at Paul and he smiled at me. "Kitty, I think Dan would like to suck some cock," Paul commented. "Dan, have you ever sucked a cock?" Looking sheepishly, Dan responded, "Yes....yes, I've sucked cock before." "I thought so," replied Paul. "Dan get over here on your knees and suck my cock like a good boy toy should." With that, Dan slowly inched forward. There was a look of both excitement and embarrassment on his face. He stood before the seated Paul and dropped to his knees. He reached out with his hand and touched Paul's cock, but hesitated to put it into his mouth. "I said to suck it Dan," Paul commanded. "We don't have all day. Now put your mouth around my cock and start sucking." Closing his eyes, Dan surrounded Paul's cock with his mouth and began to give him a blowjob. Paul reclined and enjoyed his second sexual conquest of the afternoon. I was in total shock. Paul had never mentioned having another man suck his cock. He was as heterosexual as they come. Although he was never homophobic, I never thought that he would allow a man to suck him off. I guess the opportunity to subjugate Dan in front of his girlfriend was too much for Paul to pass. Well, many say that sex is really about control. I assumed that this was a prime example of that. I was still in a state of shock when the next command from Paul damn near sent me running from the room. "Kitty, I think that Dan would like to have his ass fucked. Put on your strap-on and fuck Dan's ass." I looked at Dan sucking Paul's cock expecting some form of complaint, but nothing was forthcoming. I couldn't believe it but Dan wanted his ass fucked. Damn, I was trapped. I really didn't want to fuck Dan's ass with my strap-on, but I had little choice. I much prefer to be fucked by another woman or a man. Fucking a man was a new experience, to be sure. I looked at Blair and she was still tied to the chair with her ass sticking in the air. I was sure that she was as stunned as I was, but with the ball gag, she couldn't respond except to whimper some inaudible sounds. I retrieved my strap-on and secured it to my hips. I actually hate using it. I am about as bisexual as a woman can be without being lez, but I have never enjoyed fucking a woman with a strap-on. In fact, when I first used it, I put it on and ran around the house yelling, "Suck it baby." I must have been a sight running around stark naked with a bouncing strap-on secured to my waist. I had no idea of what I was doing. Believe me, I had never fucked a guy before. I knew that I had to lubricate the rubber dick first or his ass would be in bad shape for days. I spread his ass checks and placed the tip of the rubber piston at his anal entrance. I guess I pushed too hard because he jumped. I heard a yelp from Paul. Dan had placed a few teeth marks on Paul's cock. "Damn, Dan," cried Paul. "Watch your fucking teeth, man." With that, Paul pulled his cock from Dan's mouth so that he could inspect the damage to his best friend. I managed to slowly push the dick into Dan's ass and I began to pump it. Although it was difficult at first, it became a little easier as his ass loosened. It was so frigging weird doing this. I thought that I was living a scene from Caligula or something. I guessed that I was doing a pretty good job because Dan seemed to be relaxing and enjoying the ass fucking. His pleasure increased when Paul told me to reach around and play with Dan's ball sack as I fucked him. Dan's thin cock immediately engorged. I really wanted to suck it, but I was starting to feel a bit of a power rush as I fucked Dan's ass. I was getting a sense of what Paul must feel when he plays his Dom role with women. Power, especially sexual dominance, over another human being is addictive. As I continued to ass fuck Dan, Paul walked over to the helpless Blair. Smirking at the woman below him, he asked her if she would like to be released. Since speech was out of the question, she merely nodded in the affirmative. I watched Paul reach in our bag and retrieve the riding crop. Now, a riding crop is a dangerous toy that can cause considerable pain and cutting if not used properly. Too hard of a blow with one will tear the tender skin of a woman's ass, but Paul is a pro at using one and Blair was safe. However, I'm not sure she thought that way by the look on her face. Paul told me to stop fucking Dan so that we could watch what he was about to do to Blair. I pulled my strap-on out of his ass and dropped to my butt. I was bushed. It takes a lot of energy to fuck a guy's ass for that long. Pulling the strap-on off, I walked with Dan over to where Blair was hogtied. I looked at Dan wondering what thoughts were running though his head as it registered with him what Bair was about to experience. All that I could discern was a small smile. Damn, he enjoyed watching Blair get nailed. I wondered what she did to him that caused this desire to observe her degradation and humiliation. Placing a finger to his lips to keep us quiet, Paul raised the crop above his head. With great force he slapped the riding crop on the edge of the chair just inches from Blair's ass. She damn near broke the chair when she responded to the loud "crack" as it smacked against the wood. Blair had to be petrified. Although I could not see her facial expression because of the blindfold and ball gag, I could see beads of sweat running down her bright red cheeks. She was definitely scared shitless – to coin a phrase. Paul waited a couple of seconds to give Blair a chance to back out. Although she would have had a hard time telling him to stop, I'm sure she could have gotten the message across. I had to give the girl credit. She remained motionless awaiting her fate. The girl had courage, or she was just too damn horny to care any longer. Rather than spank her immediately, Paul placed the tip of the crop between her shoulder blades. He slowly pulled the tip back as it ran along the hollow of her back to her ass cheeks. Paul turned off both of the vibrators and pulled them out of Blair. The gaps in her pussy and ass had grown dramatically. You could have pushed a cucumber up her pussy without hitting the sides. Maybe a little fist fucking was in order? Paul decided that it was time to give his fuck slut a spanking. So the riding crop was raised one more time. "Whack" was the only audible sound. A red welt arose on her ass cheeks almost immediately after the crop ravaged it. "Whack" came the second blow to the other ass cheek, as the welts made a large "V" that crossed close to her asshole. Hesitating for a second, Paul waited for her to plead for him to stop, but she was silent. "Whack" came the third blow to her ass. She was gasping now from the pain she was experiencing. "Whack" came the fourth blow to her ass. The welts from the blows caused her ass to look like the surface of Mars with its red trenches. Not wanting to hurt her too badly, Paul placed the crop on the bed. He turned to me and said, "Get me the candle and lighter." "Which candle do you want," I queried. "I think the white one is as much as she can handle," he replied. "She's just a novice and isn't prepared for more." Thank the Lord that he didn't ask for the red candle. I could not imagine him using it on her. The red candle is one you can buy anywhere. It's made of paraffin. When hot paraffin is dropped on skin, it burns terribly and leaves a red burn patch. The white candle is a special kind that can be purchased at a sex shop. It's made of something else – I'm not sure of what – and is not nearly as painful as the red one. Paul took the white candle from my hand and proceeded to push it into Blair's gapping pussy. He squished it around for a few seconds. "Damn, this pussy is used," he exclaimed. "We've done a hell of a job on my little fuck slut." Pulling the candle from her cunt, Paul lit the tip. He stroked Blair's ass and pussy lips trying to decide where to drop the hot liquid. Of course, Blair new what was coming, but she probably didn't know how much pain she would experience if Paul dropped the liquid on her asshole or pussy lips. Kitty Tales: Blair Pt. 02 I observed Blair's muscles in her neck and shoulder tense as she prepared herself for the punishment. She was ready for anything that Paul wanted to do. It was obvious to me that she had accepted Paul as her Dom without admitting to it or even understanding about the d/s lifestyle. Blair was a natural sexual submissive. I'm not sure why, but Paul decided not to drop the liquid on her most sensitive areas. He positioned the tip of the candle so that he could drop the liquid on the crack of her ass, well above her asshole. It would hurt, but not hurt that much unless he dropped too much and it ran down her ass to her brown sphincter. I hope we had brought the Preparation H with aloe if it did. She squirmed and cried out through the ball gag as the hot liquid singed her delicate skin. He then traced the top of her ass cheeks with drops of the hot liquid. Each drop caused a painful reaction from Blair. Sensing that she was close to the end of her tolerance, Paul blew out the candle. He released her ankles from the leg spreader and untied her arms and legs. He then removed the ball gag. Blair cried from a mixture of pain, humiliation and animal lust. It was obvious that Blair was a neophyte pain slut. A pain slut is a woman who enjoys significant pain during sex. I personally hate pain, but there are both women and men who experience great pleasure from pain. Paul rested in a chair with the knowledge that all three of us were totally within his sexual control to do whatever he wanted. Paul looked at Dan and me and said, "You both can have her now. The fuck slut will do anything you want. Isn't that right fuck slut?" With timidity, Blair responded in a faltering voice, "Yes sir. They can do what ever they want to your fuck slut." Kitty Tales: Blair Pt. 04 Ch. 01 Episode 4 Part 1: Yvette Yvette was and still is a hottie. She has long black hair — well over her shoulder. She has an olive complexion that accentuates her raven hair. She is a significant contrast to my blonde hair and fair complexion. We would never be mistaken for sisters. Kissing cousins, maybe. Yvette is as tall as I am — around 5'8" — and with a similar build. At the time when the incident took place, she and I both only weighed about 100 lbs. Yeah, we were both very thin, with small tits, but with long legs and tight asses. Believe me, you'd have wanted to fuck us, especially together. Yvette and I were very close, but we had never had sex together. I had been playing with other girls for a number of years at the time and was well on my way to becoming a diehard bisexual. Not a lezzy, mind you. It's not that I don't like lezzies. Hell, I've had sex with lesbians. It's just that I like men almost as much as I like women. In fact, I've been called a tri-sexual. I'll try anything once, which I pretty much have done through the years. Of course, Yvette knew that I fucked women and men, but she could not have cared less. Although she was a straight arrow when it came to sex, she never condemned me for being so sexually liberated — a euphemism for being a slut. Believe me, I wanted to slide between her long, tapered legs and lick her pussy, and I tried a couple of times to seduce her. Finally, I did have a little luck at a sleepover at my house one night. I had invited a number of girls from school and work over for the night, and one of the girls brought some booze. I think it was Boones Farm or some other crap like that. Hey, when you aren't used to drinking, Mad Dog 20/20 would work. All of us girls got tipsy and of course the conversations turned quickly to boys. You know the kind of stories: What have you done? Who have you done it with? How did it feel? How far will you go? Well the stories got wild as comparisons were made. Of course a little experimentation was in order. We did just a little kissing stuff, nothing dramatic. We had to practice doing our French kissing. (I wonder how many girls do that at slumber parties? I know we did.) Soon, my panties were getting wet and I was sure that the other girls could see it. Heck, see it? How about smell it? I had to excuse myself to change or face the future of being branded a lez. I was fishing for another pair of panties when Yvette peeked into my bedroom. She was well on her way to being drunk and was unsteady on her feet. As she stepped into my bedroom, she tripped and knocked me to the floor. As I started to rise, I grabbed her leg for support. My hand naturally slid up her thigh to her panty-clad ass. I almost pulled my hand from her leg in fear of losing her friendship, but she didn't make a move when my hand touched her silk. I looked up at her for some reaction, but none was forthcoming. She just stood there with her eyes closed slightly swaying from side to side. My face was now level with her pussy, and my hand was involuntarily massaging her firm ass. I took a chance and pressed my mouth to her mound, still covered by her panties. I smelled her pussy and tasted her wetness through her panties. To my surprise, she was also wet. My fingers pulled the elastic of her panties to the side so that her swelling pussy lips were exposed to my mouth and tongue. I was just about to slide my tongue into her slit, when she pulled away from me. She giggled and was off down the hall. I fell to the floor from frustration. I was so close to licking her pussy. I even had a little pussy juice on my index finger from when I pulled her panties aside. I sucked that finger until my fingernail polish wore off. I had to return to the party since I was the hostess, but I entered my living room with trepidation. I didn't know how Yvette would react. My reputation was on the line. Back then, that was important to me. Now, I couldn't give a fuck what people think of me. My concerns were unwarranted. Yvette acted like nothing had happened. As soon as I entered the room, she grabbed a pillow and attacked me. Soon all of my party guests were wrestling around. There were a few quick peeks at exposed assess and pussies during the wrestling, but nothing happened that would be of carnal interest. I will tell you that I masturbated often thinking of that night and what could have happened. Little did I realize that my fantasy would eventually come true, but with a penalty attached. I guess the saying "be careful about what you wish for because you might get it" has some truth. At least it did for me. Yvette was living with her boyfriend du jour. They had a small, two-bedroom apartment in a not-so-nice part of town. Her boyfriend, Darren, was a slime ball. He could only hold down odd jobs, and then not very long. He was always looking for ways to make an easy buck. This bad habit was the direct cause of the night from hell. I didn't understand what Yvette saw in this dweeb. He was cute, but a thorough jackass. God knows I love her, but Yvette to this day has bad taste in men. If there is a rotten one in the barrel, Yvette will find him. Darren, the dweeb, was no exception. Let me tell you how bad this man was. A few years after they split, Yvette told me a story about what he had done to her. It all started at a strip bar one night. That was not bad by itself. I like them, but that is another story to tell. Yvette didn't care for them much. She went along with it because dweeb boy wanted to go. Well, this strip bar had a real seedy reputation. You know the kind — way too close to a military base. Along with the strip bar, there was an upstairs with rooms. Couples could go into these rooms and fuck. Men would pay to watch through a glass window. I assume there were some glory holes, but I'm not sure. Yvette wouldn't know what a glory hole was anyway, so I doubt that she would notice. She told me that she saw at least a dozen men crammed around the windows to watch him fuck her. It must have been something to see. Yvette is simply beautiful and her body is to die for. I can picture a dozen dicks pulled out and being stroked as Darren fucked Yvette. Darren pushed her down on a scummy couch and lifted her skirt above her ass. He pulled her panties down her legs and pulled them apart. He stepped aside so that the men watching could get a good look at Yvette's pussy and ass. Darren then pulled her around until they provided a sideways view for the peanut gallery. Darren pulled out his cock and jammed it into her without any foreplay. Yvette yelped at the invasion, but soon got wet enough so that the fucking was smooth and delightful. Being the exhibitionist that she is, I know Yvette got off on being watched while fucking. It's a huge turn on for her and me, for that matter. Yvette said that Darren pulled his cock out of her pussy before he came and slid it into her mouth. She almost drowned from the cum Darren spurted. He was one horny bastard. The next thing she remembered was Darren motioning to a couple of the men who had been jacking off while she was getting fucked. It looked like Darren wanted to make a deal with them to fuck her for a couple of bucks. She tried to get off the couch to avoid a gangbang, but Darren and two strangers quickly pinned her. The next thing she felt was a cock in her mouth and one in her pussy. While she was sucking on the unfamiliar cock, she looked up and there were four more men pulling on their cocks waiting for their turns with her. Of course, fucking her mouth and pussy was not enough. Some of the bastards had to fuck that sweet, tiny ass of hers. I'm sure that Darren charged them extra for that hole. Now, I am the kind of girl who absolutely loves having her ass fucked. I have a real ass fetish. I love to lick anyone's asshole and having mine licked before it its fucked. I love the feel of a hard cock pushing against my rosebud and sliding into my ass, pushing past the sphincter and filling me to the brim. Heck, when I masturbate, I like to use two vibrators — one for my pussy and one for my ass. I love it when a guy slides a vibrator up my ass while he fucks my pussy. Yvette also likes anal sex; at least that is what she has told me. But the thought of these jackasses dry fucking her ass pisses me off. That kind of fucking hurts like a son-of-a-bitch. Before they wore out, at least three of them fucked her ass. They didn't slide in nice and slow to let her ass get accustomed to the intrusion. They just aimed their dick heads at her rosebud and pushed on through. I suppose that after one of them came in her ass, it was not as painful when the next one ass fucked her. Over the next hour or so, Yvette was fucked in all three holes by at least six men. Darren watched it all and collected the money. Once the men had filled her mouth, ass and pussy with their cum a few times, Darren picked her up and dressed her. He gave her panties to one of the men who had fucked her as a souvenir of the night's entertainment. What I could not believe is that she didn't kick his ass for doing this to her. In fact, she kept on dating him and he continued to use her, which bring us to the second part of the story — the part where I get Yvette, but we both have to give it up to three rather unsavory men.