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The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 01

By: Grouchojim



For some time now, I have had it in mind to put together a sort of smorgasbord of my work to titillate readers into delving into the actual stories at their leisure. To my knowledge this has not been done by any other writers of erotica thus far. Each Chapter is self-sustaining allowing one to start and/or stop wherever one chooses. I wish happy reading to one and all. And please, I'd love to hear from you.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 Annie Bradford & Mal Content

Chapter 2 The Birthday Girl

Chapter 3 I Am Number Eight 

Chapter 4 Just an Older Dude

Chapter 5 Dinner and Then Some

Chapter 6 Judy & Nancy--Warren's Women

Chapter 7 Liz Bradshaw

Chapter 8 Phileas Fogg ~ A Memoir

Chapter 9 Meeting Mora

Chapter 10 A Most Memorable Wedding Night

Chapter 11 First Week in Town

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Chapter 1

Annie Bradford & Mal Content

Annie Bradford, a highly respected College Dean from Minneapolis, Minnesota, was visiting some colleagues at Emory University in Atlanta, in hope of enticing one of them to accept a position at her university. Annie was a very young 40, and divorced with no children. Her husband had left her for a younger woman 4 years before and, heartbroken, she'd thrown herself into her work.

We meet her while as she's just finished watching a porno movie in her hotel room. She's horny, almost desperate for sex, not having had a sexual partner for almost eleven months. She almost never masturbates, and had used all of her will power to refrain from doing so during the movie. Now, prowling the room like a jungle cat, she realized she had to get out before jilling herself to sleep.

Throwing on a few items of clothing, Annie left her hotel room and took the elevator to the lobby. "Christ, I haven't felt this horny in years," she thought after mentally raping the young doorman as he signaled the nearest taxi in the waiting line to pull up.

As the cab slowed in front of the hotel, she had the door open and was getting inside before it had rolled to a complete stop. Once inside the cab, Annie glanced at the driver and caught him checking her out in the rearview mirror.

Glancing at his license she noted his name was Mal Content and she wondered if it had a somewhat different pronunciation than that she had given it.

"Driver, I'm curious. How do you pronounce your last name?"

"Content, as in satisfied with one's lot." He said, and then glanced over his shoulder for another look at his passenger.

Annie, not used to this type scrutiny, squirmed around in the back seat, providing the driver with a wonderful view of her legs as her dress worked its way up her legs.

With his eyes watching her through the rear-view mirror, he asked the time honored question, 

"Where to, lady?"

She didn't respond, instead she met his gray eyes in the mirror and made her decision.

"Have you driven a cab for a while?"

"Seven years now, six days a week, 'cept for vacation and some holidays."

"Then ... can you take me someplace sexy?"

"Sure I can," he replied, meeting her eyes in the rear-view mirror instead of looking away as she had thought he would.

"How so?" she asked, as a demur smile flitted across her lips. 'He probably could, ' she thought to herself.

"Now that depends."

"On what ... you worried about the tip? I assure you, I'll be very generous if the place is right."

The driver remained silent, thinking about the possibility of the city sending a woman out to entrap him in some rule violation and get him suspended for a week or two.

It dawned on Annie that his silence bore a meaning, and she realized her mistake.

"Oh, should I tell you what I'm looking for?"

"It would help."

She decided that having gone this far she might as well be totally honest with him and said bluntly, "Anyplace you know of where I might watch someone having sex?"

Mal laughed.

Embarrassed to a degree, Annie haughtily asked, "What's so funny?"

"Well," he said as he stopped for a red light, "we could find what you're looking for right here. Well, what I mean is, right here ... in the cab."

A tingle shot from her groin to her nipples and back again.

"Um, I said I wanted to watch."

Mal laughed lewdly, then said, "So, I'll jerk off for you, how's that?"

Then it was Annie's turn to laugh.

"You've got a very nice laugh, lady, very nice. "Um, so what about my offer?"

"How much?" she asked, her voice sober, but bearing a revealing quiver.

"For you, lady, no charge; but if you don't mind I'll let the meter run; you know, just to keep the company happy."

She laughed again, only this time the wantonness of her needs was revealed.

"All right, but not right here."

"Oh, sure, I understand," he answered, his voice a husky baritone that only served to heighten Annie's excitement. "I got just the place where we won't be bothered by anyone."

"Then go there," she said, pressing her clenched fist into the center of her already wet crotch.

Mal drove for another five minutes, weaving his way into a heavily industrial section of Atlanta. To Annie it appeared deserted, for not a building passed by had a single light on. Finally, he turned right, and drove through the entrance of what had to be a moderately large manufacturing plant. He parked in its lot far away from the main entry.

"Here?" Annie asked apprehensively.

"Yeah, it's perfect. This place don't have any them cameras panning the area; and they're too cheap to hire a night watchman. I know, my brother was the last one they had and they fired him four months ago."

A moment later he joined her in back seat.

Revealing her apprehension to him, Annie said tersely, "If you touch me I'll file rape charges against you; you know that don't you?"

Raising his hands defensively, Mal quickly came back with, "Hey, lady, alright, I won't touch you." And then he repeated his words with added emphasis, "I won't touch you."

Seeing Annie relax somewhat, Mal threw in, "But you can touch me if you want."

"Understood, now show it to me," she hissed.

Mal thrust his groin at her and slowly pulled downward on the zipper.

Annie licked her lower lip in anticipation. She hoped he had something in there of consequence and not a little doodle like the one Casmir, her last lover had had.

Suddenly her eyes widened as Mal's eight inches slithered forth. "It's impressive," she said, noting that it curved like a banana, leaning to the right.

"Thanks, want to touch?"

"No. Not right now." She licked her lower lip again and felt herself growing wet at her crotch.

My name's Mal," he said. "Mal Content, and that's for real, my father had a weird sense of humor."

"Has it cost you much grief?" she asked as he paused to shed his pants and then his shorts.

"Every fuckin' day of my life," He said halting his undressing for a moment. "But if you remember that Johnny Cash song called "A Boy Named Sue," then you'll see how I benefited as well. 'Cause I had to fight every mother fucking tough guy in school, and after that I had to waste most of my youth chasing after girls who wouldn't have anything to do with me and just because of my name."

She wondered if he was going to strip completely, but he ended then, leaving his shirt, socks and shoes on.

Mal looked down at his manhood; then slowly stroked it. "Thought about changing it, too," he said lightly and captured Annie's attention to his words and away from his penis.

"Almost did, but Cathy changed my mind. We met in a bar and she invited me home. "Cause we fucked each other's brains out, but that wasn't the big thing about Cathy. Nope, she was seeing this shrink and had gone on to read a lot of psychology; and she told me how to deal with my name. It helped me a lot."

He paused, seemingly not satisfied with something. Annie recoiled as he spat into his hand and then rubbed the saliva over the head, lubricating it and then began his masturbation.

When Mal stopped talking and concentrated on jerking off for her, Annie found herself casually slipping off her shorts and then her underwear; kicking them against the door on Mal's side of the cab.

Annie followed by tugging her halter top off and tossing it onto her underwear without even glancing in that direction. Her eyes were fixed on Mal's growing erection and she was very pleased with herself for leaving the hotel.

Mal watched her intently as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floorboard in front of her. Her nipples, already hard, began to ache for attention and she unconsciously took one between her fingers and pulled on it.

Mal groaned and squeezed his cock hard, but maintained a controlled masturbatory stroke.

Annie twisted the nipple and hissed at the sensation it wrought. She felt her heart beating faster. She discovered that she had to concentrate on holding her breath. Then she had to deliberately focus on calming her nerves. Her hands were shaking badly from the pent up excitement. She could feel the warmth inside her spreading; the sudden realization of power that she held over him and he over her as he continued jerking himself off for her benefit.

Annie would have been stunned to know that Mal felt approximately the same about her. For he had no sooner exposed himself to her than she had begun to strip. Now she was totally nude, except perhaps if one considered her shoes; jilling herself off while watching him.

And so they watched one another. Mal slowed down considerably; he intuitively knew she would want him one way or the other before they finished with each other. He watched her through narrowed eyes as she moved her hand lower; fingers spread as she felt the soft flatness of her tummy.

As for Annie, she could feel the heat inside her; the furnace fired by her desire. She felt the light fur of her pubis, the soft swell of her mons as she reached lower, desperately wanting to feel the need between her legs.

Mal spit onto the tip of his prick once again, then rubbed the moisture over the head and crown, then renewed his slow masturbation, pausing only to show this strange woman his testicles and demonstrated how he wanted her to touch them when her turn came. 

In turn, Annie cupped her sex, feeling the wetness already starting; and then came the hard throb of her small clit as it pressed against her palm. She deftly moved her fingers in a small circle, around and around the soft folds of flesh. Then closed her eyes and imagined his cock in her mouth, bringing her relief from the emptiness inside her.

Her breath was becoming ragged, uneven and the soft walls of the cab began to close in on her, tightening around her probing fingers, sucking at them as they moved quickly in and out, back and forth.

Her heart threatened to burst as it pumped hot blood through her body, filling her with a sudden lust to be embraced. She let out her breath in a long soft whoosh and suddenly focused on the all but forgotten cabbie.

Annie stared at him ... then moaned as the rush of her orgasm swept through her.

Wise enough to halt what he was doing, Mal waited patiently for his passenger to come down from wherever she was and when she did, Annie wrapped both hands slowly around his rigid member, leaned down and kissed it where his precum oozed from the tip.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her cheeks and her nose all over the head, then murmured," I'd love to suck it, and I want to see if I can take it all. You can come in my mouth. I'll drink your come."

Mal nodded in agreement and a moment later Annie's warm, wet mouth was stretched around his cock head, sucking him with all the vigor she could muster.

He discovered as she fellated him that her breasts sagged a bit. But not much as they weren't very big, he estimated them as 34's, perhaps a B-cup. Taking them in his hands as she drew his full length down her throat, her gave them a not too gentle squeeze and heard her moan appreciatively.

Mal's hands gradually explored her body cavities and he was pleased to find Annie had a full, thick bush of dark hair that glistened in several places and that it was already matted with her juices.

The scent of her arousal slowly filled the cab. The only sound was that of her relentless sucking.

Mal relished her odor; even moving his nose to within an inch of her pussy before taking a prolonged sniff. But Annie was oblivious to his actions for she was so taken with the pleasure his cock was bringing to her tongue and taste buds that she lost all sense of what was transpiring about her.

And when she took him from her mouth and gave a lusty, uninhibited laugh, Mal mistook it as coming from a woman of great experience.

Annie was anything but that, having been with only one man prior to this. Then when his mouth descended upon her, she went slightly crazy, for although she had heard of "going down" she had never experienced it.

She went off like a rocket when he sucked her clit while stroking her G spot. But Mal, a practiced lover, didn't let her rest, but continued gnawing at her labia and clit and soon pushed her over the edge again.

Ten minutes later, after having come some eight or nine times, Annie pulled his head from between her legs and kissed him tenderly, tasting herself for the first time. She thoroughly enjoyed the taste and vowed to do so again, 'the sooner the better, ' she told herself as an afterthought.

"Your cock," she said her voice husky with desire. "I need your cock in me now."

"Do you now?" Mal said smiling down at her.

"C'mon, big guy, give it to me!" She pleaded and there was no mistaking her urgency.

Mal was in no particular hurry, knowing that after he'd made her come she was putty in his hands. The very fact that she was pleading with him to fuck her confirmed it.

Getting even with all the women who had fucked over him in his life, he slapped Annie in the face with his boner.

"Tell me exactly what you want," he demanded.

Annie winced at the blow, but felt no pain, for it was a light smack. But the next blow stung her lower lip and for a moment she thought that he'd drawn blood. And for the first time, Annie began to have reservations about continuing with the cabbie.

But she wanted him, desperately. And when he did it again she tried to catch his manhood but missed. In retaliation, Mal pinched her nipple hard and she cried out in pain.

"Stop!"

"Tell me what you want," he said once again.

"Your cock," she answered. "I want your big cock."

He smacked her lips again with his solid erection; much harder this time. She licked her lip, sure that she was now bleeding, but didn't taste any blood.

"Where do you want it?"

"I want you in me. My pussy, I want it in my pussy," she said and then began to cry from fear and relief.

"Spread 'em for me!"

Moving quickly, before she gave herself any chance of changing her mind, Annie lay back and parted her thighs. Mal glanced at the rear-view mirror and got a view of Annie waiting impatiently for him, and then taking his cock in hand, placed it at her juicy hole. 

A split second later, as he entered her, Annie emitted a satisfied groan.

A moment later Mal groaned as well and told her, ""God, you're so wet and warm in there. You feel wonderful!"

"Fuck me good, driver," she crowed, elated with the feel of him surging into her as his hips churned against her pelvis each time she raised her pelvis to meet him.

Annie laid her arms on the door shelf, thereby raising her midsection and pressed her breasts into his face.

"Oh, yeah!" she gloated, loving the texture of his velvety cock caroming against her vaginal walls. Then Annie was into her own rhythmic fucking motion, with Mal sucking and licking at her tits, she continued to grind herself against his throbbing red hot cock.

"Suck my boobs. Bite those nipples!" She growled, urging him on.

Her hips started moving faster as another climax neared. Mal's knees were becoming raw from the friction generated by his fucking on the grainy cab seat covers; and the whole cab began to rock with the rhythm of their fucking.

"Fuck me! Bite my nipples!"

He did, and still she complained. "Harder! Bite it a little harder!"

He was only too glad to oblige her, concerned only that he may get carried away and remove a nipple with his teeth.

"Yeah, that's it!" She bellowed as the pain merged with the pleasure and she began to come once more.

God, that's it!" She screamed, thrusting her hips off the seat, for she was now completely impaled on Mal's cock; then she let out a loud, teeth clenching moan and started to shake with her climax.

Mal pumped like a jackrabbit and exploded into the depths of her sex. The two of them stayed hooked together as they relaxed in the afterglow of their mutual orgasm.

As his cock began to subside in her cunt, his ejaculate began to run out of her onto his balls. Mal reached under the seat and pulled out a dirty rag and handed it to Annie.

Mal said, "Here, I think you're going to need this." Annie accepted it and without looking at it wiped herself clean of their commingled juices.

Slowly they drew apart and then she put her head in Mal's lap and licked their combined juices off his balls and cock. After she had finished with her mouth, she dried him off with the rag.

"That was great," she told him and he smiled and then kissed her.

"Do you need to get back on duty?" Annie inquired after a while.

"No, in fact I'm getting hard again. Wanna do it again?"

"Of course I do," she said, and laughed giddily.

"Just a second," he told her. "Lay back, close your eyes, and hold your legs high and wide."

Annie started to sit up, but he intervened and turned her away from him so that she was kneeling and looking out at the deserted warehouse. During the course of the evening Annie's hair had come undone and now hung down covering half her face. Mal thoughtfully swept some from her neck and kissed her there as he stroked her right breast. He found both nipples rock hard and pulled on them in turn.

After a minute or so he said, "Want it up you keister this time?"

"What?" She said not understanding.

"Your ass, I wanna fuck your ass."

"Okay, but get me lubed up good."

Annie had enjoyed anal penetration with her husband early on in their marriage, but he wasn't sporting a gigantic cock like Mal's. She had, however been able to accommodate her husband easily enough on those occasions.

Mal spat on his palm and wet a finger, then spat on her puckered asshole. He slowly inserted the wet finger into her and began to work on loosening her up. He added a lot more saliva to the mix, and was soon easily thrusting two fingers in and out of her while Annie grunted with satisfaction.

Annie grunted again, and then, displaying her impatience, croaked, "Put that fucking thing in me!"

He spat on his palm again, rubbed it over his cockhead and leaned in to her, holding it right at the entrance to her hole.

"DO IT!"

He shoved forward and went in about two inches.

"Aaah!" Annie groaned.

"Did that hurt?" He asked with some small concern.

"No, but it felt good - it felt so good. Let's have some more of that hose, huh?"

Heartened by this news, Mal renewed his efforts, not waiting the usual interim to ensure maximum comfort for his partner. Several hard thrusts later, he was in to the root.

Mal savored the feel of her hot sheath while also enjoying the familiar feelings of pain and pleasure emitted by Annie as he entered her. 

To his surprise, when he attempted to back out, Annie's rectal muscles clamped down on him, holding him in place. He almost hurt himself yanking his dick out of her.

She laughed at him. "Nothing like a tight hole, is there?"

Mal looked at her, fire in his eyes. Then he realized she was teasing him and he centered his cock on her starfish and shoved it in to the max. Annie grunted with pleasure. 


The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 01



Mal quickly adjusted to her style of allowing him in easily, only to tighten up on him as if not wanting to part with his cock at all on the outstroke.

But the fact of the matter was Annie's ass was so tight there was no way for him to prolong the fuck. He came hard, and Annie moaned with pleasure at the force of his hot semen lacing her inner walls.

Afterward, they lay huffing and puffing from the exertion. "I wonder," he whispered into her ear, "if you'd be agreeable to have another couple play with you. She's really hot. Not quite as tall as you and I think her breasts are smaller. He's good-looking, maybe 36 or so - definitely under 40 and well hung."

"Have you sucked his cock? How's he taste?" she asked, pissed off that he would try to pawn her off on some strangers.

He answered honestly. "I haven't, so I wouldn't know ... unless — well, I've eaten his wife after he's fucked her, but I honestly can't say how he tastes; you can find out. What do you say?"

"It's a little late for more partying," she replied.

Heartened by her response, Mal added, "Not tonight, tomorrow. I can pick you up and take you to their place."

"I don't know," Annie replied thinking furiously about her appointments for the following day.

Mal kept talking. "Of course, you wouldn't be allowed to cum — not for the longest time.

His words had Annie humping the air in front of her for the images he evoked in her mind had gotten to her. She knew her meeting ended at around four and that she might excuse herself from dinner by telling them she wanted to visit a relative in the city. 

"She might let you tongue-fuck her asshole," he whispered; and the image in her mind of licking some strange woman's ass brought her to a mini-climax.

After taking a moment to compose herself, she responded, "All right. What time?"

Still breathing heavily himself, Mal gasped, 

"Give me a phone number, I'll check with them and get back to you."

"When? I'll be at meetings all day."

"You have a cell phone?"

"Of course I do, but I don't want you calling me any time you want."

"Really? You think I'd call you any old time to see if you want a quick fuck?"

"I mean I don't live in Atlanta. I don't want to know that you can reach me anytime you choose to."

"I won't call you but the one time. I give my word on that. I'd also say that you'll enjoy yourself and probably make another trip to Atlanta once you meet the Cloninger's."

"The Cloninger's - that's their name?"

"Yup," he said, tucking his wilted cock back into his trousers.

Annie gave him her cell number, and he drove her back to the hotel. When he'd parked the cab, she gave him a long tongue kiss goodnight.

"See you tomorrow, lover," she said and stepped lithely out of his cab and walked into the hotel, never looking back.



The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 02



The Birthday Girl

"I met this girl, her name is Shelly," Sullivan said as if testing me to see if I'd mock him somehow. This was not the overly confident Sully I knew so well.

"Do tell," I said.

This was a first; he'd never dropped a girl's name quite like this before. It was always something along the lines of describing the pickup, the seduction, (in great detail, I should add) and any humorous antidote resulting from their relationship. So it sounded serious.

"Yeah," he glanced down at his feet, pawed the ground like a bull getting ready to charge. 

"Thing is, we're serious. Met my folks and all that shit, ya know?"

This was serious.

I shook his hand. "Do I get to meet her too? I mean, this is great news Sully."

"Umm, yeah, thanks." He said with a furrowed brow. "Meeting you like this is good."

"Always good to see you too," I said, just marking time in the conversation.

"Gonna get married in four months," he said as softly as I'd ever heard him say anything.

"Well, hell! Sully, congratulations! When do I get to meet this lucky girl?"

"Would you ... I mean I know its last minute and all ... but would you be my best man?"

"Yeah, sure," I said immediately. "It would be an honor. When, where and whatever details do I need?"

Sully smiled, and relaxed obviously relived at my acceptance. We wandered into a bar and had a couple beers and all the while Sully seemed to be somewhere else.

"Hey, Sully!" I called out, as I nudged him. 

He looked at me, but was silent for a moment. Then he seemed to make up his mind and looked me right in the eye and said, "I want you to do me a favor."

"I just did, I'm your best man remember?"

"No, not that. This is something else. I ... think you'll like it ... I mean I don't think you're gonna say no, but it's an unusual favor."

"So...?"

"It's about Shelly. I mean, you don't know anything about her and all..."

"Like I said. So?"

"Let's get another beer first huh?"

Actually, we had two more beers before he broke the silence.

"We've known each other forever, right?"

"Forever, yeah."

"What I'm gonna ask ... whether you say yes or no ... it stays between us, right? I mean, you ain't gonna blab this around after you have a couple beers some night, okay?"

"Our secret Sully, now what the fuck is it?

He exhaled, then took a deep breath, "Okay, Shelly's birthday is coming up, next Saturday. I mean this Saturday." He was as nervous as I'd ever seen him.

"We been talking, ya know? About life and the future, shit like that."

"Sully, get to the fucking point!"

He swallowed his beer and motioned for another. After the bartender wiped the foam from the top of his glass he managed to get it out.

"We've talked about fantasies. Sexual fantasies, ya know?" I nodded. He had my complete attention.

"Shelly ... she ... told me hers."

"Yeah, so?"

"She, err, fantasizes having two guys sticking to her at the same time."

"You mean one up her ass and one in her snatch?"

"Umm, I'm not sure about that, but for sure sucking one cock while getting poked by the other."

I smiled at him and he wiped his brow. New beads of sweat replaced the one's he had wiped away.

I couldn't believe my luck. I knew Sully. He was serious.

"You can count on me, Sully."

I had a raging hardon already. "Are you sure she's for this?"

He gave me that confident smile of his, and I knew it was.

Later that night, I boffed my girl, Mandy four times before she begged off, claiming she was "sore down there." I wound up whacking off once on my own just to cool down.

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So Saturday evening finally arrived. I made sure I was freshly showered and shaved, and when I rang the doorbell I had a bouquet of roses on my arm. My heart was pounding, I could hear my pulse was racing in my ears; my other hand was shielding an erection when Shelly opened the door.

"James?"

"In person," I was looking at a strikingly beautiful face. "I'm glad to make your acquaintance, Shelly."

"My, so formal," she said with a smile, and I knew she was teasing me.

Extending the flowers, I blurted out, "For you. Happy Birthday!"

"Oh, you shouldn't have," she said in a warm pleasant tone, and hugged me tight, managing to protect the roses at the same time. 

I felt my boner pressing against her thigh. I recall blushing in embarrassment at the contact, which was brief. I caught her glancing down and checking me out.

"I've been dying to meet you. Jack has told me so much about you. It seems we've known each other forever," she said leading me into the apartment.

I took Shelly in. She was dressed in a dark blue blouse buttoned to her chin and as she turned to place the roses in a vase, I noted her flatchested profile. I was stunned. Shelly had no tits at all!

But a second later, found myself admiring her tight, mini-skirted ass. It was a classic ass, jutting out defiantly, with fabulous legs to go along with it. Her blonde hair was kind of piled up on her head and held in place with some type comb and the style suited her very well. Shelly's complexion was cover girl smooth. She was a truly beautiful girl.

She showed me around the apartment. It was tiny, with a living room that barely fit a couch, chair, and TV, a kitchen where two people couldn't work at the same time, and a dining room with four chairs and little more than a card table for eating. But it had a definite feminine flavor and I found it appealing.

She led the way into the living room; Jack...I mean Sully, had just entered the room. He smelled of lavender.

"Hey James, great to see ya," he said thumping me on the back. "Have a seat," he gestured toward the couch. "Wanna brew?"

"Sure."

Shelly chirped happily, "James brought me roses, Jack."

He appeared not to hear her as he rummaged in the refrigerator.

"Let's see," he said, "we got Bud, Foster's and Molson Ale."

"Foster's is fine," I replied, settling down into the soft cushions. Turning back to Shelly I said, "This is a lovely apartment you have here."

"Thank you," she said, obviously pleased. She sat down next to me, her mini-skirt rode up and I got a glimpse of her upper thigh. Sully handed me my beer, gave Shelly a Rum and Coke, and then went back for his beer before joining Shelly and me on the couch.

I drank deeply, and waited.

Silence.

We were all nervous about why I was there, and it showed.

"So how did you guy's meet?" I asked breaking the silence.

Shelly jumped at the opportunity. "I was a waitress in this coffee shop in Philly, when this loud, boorish drunk wandered in." She tittered at this. I smiled. It was easy to picture the scene.

"Oh, come on Shelly, I wasn't boorish," Sully said defensively, but he was loosening up and took a long swig of his beer.

We laughed at his discomfort.

"Well, you were drunk, and you embarrassed me."

"True enough," he said, obviously pleased with this description.

She turned to me, "I should tell you that he came by the next afternoon just as I was starting my shift and apologized."

"I was smitten," Sully said. He was serious.

"Smitten?" I drained the beer and Sully took it from me, and went for a refill.

"The following afternoon we had our first date," she said looking fondly after him.

"It took me three dates before I got her pants down," he blurted out, as returned and handed me a beer.

"Jack!" Shelly shrieked, and reaching across my chest, slapped him on the shoulder.

A love tap, I thought. My erection was very apparent and I couldn't hide it.

"Look at him," Sully said, gleefully pointing, 

"He's got a boner!"

"Christ," I said mortified. I'd forgotten what I was there for. I noticed the stain then, slowly spreading along my fly. I was leaking.

Sully tried to rescue me. "Jimbo," he said, using a nickname I revile. "Did you notice what nice legs Shelly has?" His hand was calming stroking her thigh.

My dick got harder still. Shelly kept glancing down at the slowly growing stain.

"You should take it out." She said at last, and I know I turned ten shades of red.

"Go on," Sully said joining her, "As long as it's not bigger than mine."

He laughed raucously at this perceived witticism. Long ago we had measured our dick's one drunken night, so he knew all about my package.

"It's okay James," Shelly said, breathing a little heavily. "This jerk told me about my birthday present last night."

"It ... it's all right with you?" I was flustered, no doubt about it.

"Umm, I'm looking forward to, um, shall we say, my birthday present. Now, may I open the package?"

Sully laughed hard, then chugged his beer down and burped. "What a girl," he said.

"Slob," she retaliated, frowning at him. Then she started into my eyes and said, "James? May I?"

"Be my guest," I managed to croak, not believing the situation.

Without a moment's hesitation, Shelly's fingers slid my zipper down, careful not to catch my dick in the treads of the zipper, like in that funny movie, Something About Mary. Using her fingers like a tweezers, she edged it out, and clasped it in her hand. 

"Look, Jack. He's got a nice thick cock," she said matter-of-factly.

I concluded they were both crazy. For that matter, so was I for being there with them!

Shelly was staring at my dick, and then she looked me in the eye and asked, "Do you mind?" It was more a purr than verbalization. I nodded, and her head dipped. I knew where her lips were headed.

Sully rose up and pulled his shirt off, then rid himself of his slacks, shoes and socks.

I just gave in to her as she moved her head further down, until it was lying on my stomach. She stayed there for several moments, staring at my blood-gorged dick; I watched her hand idly stroking it. Then she drifted down and gave me a tentative lick. I went rigid.

"Easy," she whispered, licking me again. Then she kissed it, lovingly.

"He is bigger than you Jack. Both ways."

"The fuck you say!" he exclaimed and leaned in for a closer look, holding himself in his right hand.

"Umm," she said, slurping along the tip of my cock. "I got some of his precum already. "Ummm, tastes a little different than yours. Maybe saltier, but I'm not sure." 

Shelly enveloped three full inches into her mouth and groaned in satisfaction. I groaned too.

Remembering my manners, I said, "Listen, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to."

There was a popping sound as she released me from where I'd been poking her cheek.

Her brow furrowed pensively. "Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked, "Don't you like me?"

"No, no!" I said, "I mean, you're nice looking, and I like you, but..."

Sully moved closer, he was choking his chicken. It looked about done.

"It's my tits, ain't it?"

"No, no. Tits are tits. I don't care, big, small ... whatever."

She looked at my dick and saw it was still hard and firm, and gave it a tentative suck, her eyes fixed on mine.

"Show 'em Hon," Sully said, goading her. Show him your pussy too."

"Yeah," she said, somewhat perplexed. "Maybe my being dressed bothers him," and she got up and quickly undressed. 

Then she stood over me; her chest was almost as flat as mine. Her hands pulled on her nipples until they were hard and taut. Her eyes were closed. Sully knelt at her feet and pried her legs apart and kissed her pussy. I got rid of the rest of my clothing, and sat down and watched them.

"Umm, I like that," she sighed.

"Get down on the couch, Hon," Sully said gently. 

"Suck his cock. He wants you too."

Shelly looked at me through half lidded eyes as Sully's tongue busily lapped at her. Her knees folded slowly, like a ladder being put away, Sully rolled in behind her and continued eating her as she renewed her blowjob.

Shelly demonstrated great enthusiasm for sex. I found her to be a great kisser, one of the best I've ever known. Her tongue traced along my lower lip first, then my upper before sliding into my starving mouth. Our tongues fluttered against each other as her hand slid down my chest, and across my stomach. Her fingers scratched lightly at my pubic hair, then slid around my dick to cup my balls. She squeezed them gently, then slid her hand up to my knobby head and wrapped her fingers firmly around me. Tantalizingly, it glided up and down my glistening length, pumping me slowly as we continued our kiss.

It seemed like forever, but Shelly finally broke our kiss; her finger playfully toyed with the head of my cock as she captured a drop of precum and brought it to my lips. 

I tasted me, and smiling at her, pinched her nipple. She kissed my chest, and then bit each of my nipples in turn.

"You do like me, don't you?" she inquired with a pensive expression.

I strove to convince her I wanted her, but I guess my choice of words lacked conviction. I said something like: "You bet I like you. You give great head, Shelly."

Fortunately for me, Sully was munching away below me.

Distracted, Shelly moaned, "Yes, Lover. Find the spot, Lover, yeah ... that's it, find the..."

A violent shudder shook her entire body. For a second I thought she was having a seizure, but her pleasure was obvious, even to me. I realized she was coming hard from Sully's skillful mouth and tongue.

"Are you okay Shelly?" I asked as the tremors slowed.

"Ohhhh, yeah," she purred. "I'm feeling fine..." Her hand was wound in Sully's hair. "Baby, that was terrific," she hummed.

"How's our friend?" he asked.

"Honey, I just got there. We have plenty of time, don't we?"

"Jimbo?" Sully asked, not sure how I felt about matters.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Umm, I think this present is going to be my best ever," she giggled, the followed with, "James, would you like me to finish that blowjob, or would you rather fuck me while I blow Jack?"

Stunned by this conversation, I managed to say, "I think a lady should finish what she starts."

"Oh!" She squealed delightedly, I think love you!" She kissed me, and then kissed Sully. "And I love you too, you big lug, thank you for my present. I love it!

"Now let's see, if I get on the couch like this, and James lies back there, yes, like that ... I think doggy-style would work. Jack, what do you think?"

"Good," he said preparing to mount her from behind.

"Ain't anybody gonna ask me what I think?" I said feigning being left out.

"So do you want her to suck your dick or what?" Sully said, and only semi-hard, he prepared to enter Shelly from behind.

"Suck my cock, Baby! I shouted, lifting one leg along the top of the couch.

Shelly's hand grasped the base of my dick and brought it to her greedy mouth, paused and said, "I didn't like giving head before I met Jack. Now I love it," and plunged down on my shaft.

I reveled in the sensation of her hummingbird-like tongue fluttering over the head of my dick and moaned with gratitude.

Sully, already pounding furiously against Shelly's rear end, crowed, "Yeah, he's with the program."

I could hear his balls slapping her ass, felt her arm wriggling downward between our stomachs, and realized Shelly was going to finger herself.

I groaned, "He taught you good baby!" as her mouth closed down on the tip of my cock and sucked enthusiastically, never taking more than four inches into her small mouth. I felt overwhelmed by the heat of her tongue gliding round and round my dick. I arched my back and started to buck.

To my surprise, she took me from her mouth and shouted happily, "He's gonna cum Jack!"

Then she kissed the tip once more before sliding her lips over the head and devouring me. I used one hand to push her head down upon me; the other caressed her shoulder. We were all rocking from Sully's relentless fucking. The sweat flew from his hair, landing on Shelly's back and my chest and face.

Shelly was making these small circles around my dick-head, bobbing slowly up and down my shaft. My balls tightened and I knew I was about to blow tubes.

"Shelly, I..."

She stopped moving, looked up at me, her eyes shining with lust.

"I know, baby," she cooed, and then she flicked the head with her tongue two times and I erupted. She pounced on my dick again, her cheeks deep hollows as she sucked voraciously.

Moments later she was bobbing rapidly, tongue flapping madly. I didn't stand a chance. I came in thick, copious spurts. My fingers twined in her hair, holding her there in place while I groaned and thrashed at my release. The sound of her gulping, and then swallowing my load was deafening to my ears. Throughout it all we never broke eye contact.

I collapsed and rolled out from under her, off the couch and onto the floor, content for the moment to concentrate on Shelly's face; her lovely lust ridden face. She rested her head on her arms, hunched her ass a little higher to enable Sully to garner deeper penetration of her gleaming gash, now visible to me for brief instants.

Shelly peeked back under herself to see what was happening. I imagined what she must be feeling as I saw Sully's huge balls swing back and forth as he pummeled her. It must have been good, for she was grunting each time he hammered it in, and she made this tiny "Eeek," sound as if she was losing something beautiful each time he pulled back.

Sully was definitely enjoying himself, and kept calling to her, asking if she was coming yet; asking if he was her big man. To each of his licentious questions, she gave the same response.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

Then she began to babble as her orgasm neared, 

"Two cocks! Oh, God yes! Two long, hot cocks..."

"Come here Jimbo," Sully commanded. I got up and approached him.

He slowed his fucking dramatically and Shelly began to whine.

"Fuck you Shelly," he growled, then spread her ass cheeks. "Wet a finger or two in her snatch and stick them up her ass."

Shelly cried out despairingly. "No! Sully you promised!"

I did as he asked and ignored her complaint. I pressed a finger into her tight asshole and realized Shelly was playing with herself even as Sully resumed his fucking. 

I marveled at the jiggling of her ass cheeks, another Kodak moment and tried unsuccessfully to insert a second finger. My index finger was in a vise-like grip, nothing else was going in there for now. Shelly started crying and gasping for breath. I heard a squishy noise and realized it was the sound of his still thrusting penis, pounding in and out of her.

Suddenly, Shelly was screaming, "Come on, lover...

fuck the shit out of me!"

And even as she yelled, Sully began laughing, yelling back at her, "No one's fucking your ass, I'm up your hole, bitch!"

"Fuck. Fuck ... Fuck!" she continued, then glanced at me and lewdly giggled, "It's your fuck-buddy that's up my ass, you son of a bitch! Come on now, get me off!"

She must have seemed like quicksand to Sully, surrounding him as he used his last energies to help them both come together.

Then Shelly was bucking against him, struggling to breathe through her mouth. Her nostrils flared as she labored to get enough air. Sully increased his tempo, grunting and groaning as he jabbed in and out of her.

Evidently Shelly hadn't been fucked like this in a long, long time. She threw her head back and wailed her neck muscles taunt and corded.

"Oh!" She screamed, "Here it comes! Ooooooo ... Fuck me baby! Sully darlin' c'mon, fuck me!"

Her hand was a blur as she continued fingering her clit. Sully pulled out as his ejaculate arced with the initial line landing on her neck. The rest of his load was not as powerful, merely splattering over the cheeks of her fine ass.

Sully collapsed alongside me on the floor and we watched Shelly's changing expressions as her climax subsided.

"Jesus, Jack," she said softly, "my pussy feels like a swamp!"

"Smells like one too," he teased in typical Sully fashion. She giggled at his weak joke, and I watched his semen trickling out of her. We lay there for a few minutes resting and waiting to see who would make the next move.




The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 02



Finally someone said, "Let's get into the shower."

I found out later it was me. I never recognized my voice.

"I'll get us some beers," Sully said, and he ambled off to the kitchen while Shelly and I lay entwined, too tired and too relaxed to move.

"Ah shit!" Sully's voice reverberated throughout the apartment.

"What?" We called out in unison.

"There ain't no more fuckin' beer."

Shelly giggled and I laughed, calling out, "Go get some, you're the host at this party."

"Yeah, yeah," he called out from the other room, keep your pants on." then cackling at his own humor he shambled into the bedroom searching for his pants and wallet.

"I'll be only be gone a couple minutes hon."

"Okay, but you don't have to go. We have wine and some scotch left you know."

"A guy needs his beer. I'm an ass not to have bought more."

I remained quiet.

Shelly got up and gave Sully a hug and a long sloppy kiss. I returned to the bedroom and heard the door close. 

Moments later, Shelly scampered in and wrapped her fingers around my erection and saucily squealed, "Let's hit the shower Jimbo."

I got up, and she playfully used her grip to guide me into the bathroom. I went willingly, squeezing her ass all the way.

We were in the shower without the water running. Shelly was amusing herself jerking me off. When she discovered the cream coating my cock, she took a fit of giggling and increased her movements, making wonderful squishing sounds and priming me for another climax. 

I turned the shower on, and a hot, pulsing stream of water splashed across our bodies, enveloping us in billows of steam. I kissed her, really the first time I had done so, and she responded, her tongue gently dueling with mine. I kissed her neck and listened to her moan. I traced the little swirls of her ear with my tongue and sucked the lobe tenderly in and out of my mouth as she squeezed my rigid cock. 

I didn't want to come this way, so I disengaged her hand and began licking the space between her almost non-existent tits.

Shelly responded by groaning aloud.

"Oh, God ... I love that! I never..."

My mouth and tongue went lower, along her rib cage and I felt her tremble.

"Jimbo!"

"Like this?"

"God yes!" She hissed through clenched teeth.

As I knelt on the shower floor beneath her, Shelly leaned against the tiled wall, then lifted her right leg and draped it over my shoulder. Her pussy gaped open in front of me and I mashed my mouth against it. I helped support her by gripping the cheeks of her ass and pulling her closer to me. Alternating between gentle sucks and light flicking tongue licks I covered her cunt, mixing her juices with my salvia. She responded by emitting a long "Mmmmm" from deep within her throat. My thumb found her engorged clit and teased it as I sucked harder on her inner folds. Shelly's legs began to tremble. My tongue went deep.

"Oh, Christ!"

"Something wrong?"

"Fuck no! It's ... perfect ... I'm ... so close..."

I took a firmer grip on the soft flesh of her cheeks and pulled her hips tighter against my face, while parting her fleshy folds with my tongue and darting deeply inside her. 

She grunted, then her breath caught, and suddenly she was gasping for air, her hands wrapped in my hair, pulling my head tightly against her as she ground her cunt against my face. 

I groaned from both pain and delight. She was literally gushing juice that tasted like honey to me. My tongue feasted on her sopping crevice, pressing in and out, in and out, lapping at her clit with each withdrawal. Shelly's hips ground and rotated with increasing urgency, thrashing against my face as she began to come.

"Oh yes! Yes!"

Her whole body seemed to be vibrating.

"Uh huh! Yes! Like that! Ohhhh, shit yes!"

Her thighs held my head in a vise-like grip as the water cascaded off us.

"Feels so fucking good!"

Suddenly, the tight walls of her cunt contracted around my tongue. I pulled it out, captured her clit between my lips, and began to suck. Each time I drew her clit in, I felt her body spasm, and knew she was coming. Shelly thrust her mound against my mouth one last time and screamed her release.

"Uh huh! Uh huh! Uh huh! I'm ... gonna ... Oh, you mother fucker!"

I moved away to watch. Deprived of my mouth, her hand flew to her cunt and a finger became a blur before my eyes as she strummed her clit.

Sweet Jesus! I'm coming! I'm coming!"

Her back arched as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her, while I knelt before her licking and sucking, straining to do my utmost to ensure she enjoyed a spectacular cum.

My efforts were rewarded and I fell back on my behind enjoying her sounds and gasps until they subsided and the tenseness in her body eased. She slumped against the shower wall, still gasping for air. On my knees in front of her, my tongue returned to lavishing soothing care on her labia, teasing; caressing; calming. A seemingly endless flow of juices trickled from her to my lips and face.

"You okay?" I smiled up at her.

"Mmmmm," she purred, "I'm a hell of a lot better than okay!"

My tongue gave her a lascivious lick and she shivered. "James ... that was incredible!"

"It was my pleasure ma'am."

Shelly chuckled, and hugged me tight. We stood cocooned in each other's arms, rocking under the hot spray for five or ten minutes before hearing the door slam and Sully calling out to us until he finally wandered into the bathroom and found us still hugging one another.

We took turns toweling one another off and drinking the beers Sully handed to us.

"Must have been quite a shower you guys took, eh?"

"Jack ... it was the greatest," Shelly cooed. "Your buddy here has got to have the world's greatest tongue.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed excitedly. "Lookit!" she said, pointing to her crotch, from which her juices continued to seep. "I'm still coming!"

"Christ," he said, "I thought you took the shower to get cleaned up."

Her eyebrows shot up as she carefully appraised his remark, then after considering her reply she calmly said, "Shit happens."

We all laughed at that and made our way back to the bedroom to fuck some more.

Shelly, holding a towel between her legs to absorb her excess flow, pushed me onto my back and said, "Close your eyes, lie still ... and enjoy. It's my turn, now," and she lowered her body onto mine. She kissed me, her tongue fluttering over my lower lip, followed by a series of soft, gentle kisses across my face to my throat. 

I shivered as her teeth nipped me in places I'd never thought as sexually stimulating. She kissed me over my chest and ribs, ignoring my nipples for some reason, and just when I was about to request some treatment there I felt the flick of her tongue on my left tit. The sensation was so exquisite; I arched my back and moaned. 

She played with both nipples drawing each into and out of her mouth with a pulsing rhythm. I writhed beneath her, clenching the sheets with each of my hands.

I was aware of Sully behind her, his hand busy with her body, but I couldn't tell if he was up her snatch or her ass, or both, but she was grunting with satisfaction as she made her way down to my knees, calves and finally, my ankles. When her mouth left my legs, I felt a momentary twinge of disappointment, which was quickly replaced by a sheer pleasure as her tongue suddenly swirled around the head of my cock!

I looked down to see Shelly licking the tip, smearing my pre-come all over; tracing, caressing and stroking. Her fingers encircled the base of my prick, while her tongue massaged the underside, hand and mouth working up and down as one. She rotated her fingers slightly, so they slithered around me with every rise and fall.

My moistened cock gleamed momentarily in the dim light before vanishing down her throat. My hips were rising and falling on the mattress as if tuned to a metronome. Shelly took the opportunity to cup my ass cheeks in her hands as her mouth quickened its tempo on my prick. She closed her eyes as she licked the head of my dick, seeming to savor the taste, before gulping down several inches of it. I ran my fingers through her hair and breathed unevenly as her warm, insistent lips sucked me persistently.

"Oh God, that's it, suck it," I cried, "I've never had anybody suck my cock like you do!"

I knew Sully was bringing her to a climax on the other end because she was making those, "Uh huh, Uh huh," sounds with increasing frequency.

The bedroom echoed with the sound of our grunts and moans. I could hear Sully's fingers sloshing through the sodden folds of her cunt and the sexy slurping sound of her lips and tongue as she sucked me off. Shelly changed her pattern, now speeding up the pace over my cock ending each stroke by allowing the head slip from her mouth with a wanton, liquid pop.

I was about to erupt when she suddenly stopped and slapped my cock hard, the way a nurse is trained to do in the hospital.

"What the fuck?" My cock had lost its rigidity and was leaning like the Tower of Pisa.

"I want that sweet cock of yours inside me, and I want it now!"

"I was just about..."

"Did you hear me?" and as she spoke, her fingers raked suggestively through her shimmering pubic hair.

Sully was laughing, holding himself out for us to admire. I could have cared less, and I don't think Shelly paid him any attention either. She repositioned herself, kneeling near the head of the bed, placing her hands flat against the wall, arms extended, her body bent forward at the waist. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled mischievously.

"My ass is all yours kind Sir. Please don't hurt me ... too much. And, giggling like a schoolgirl, she lewdly spread her cheeks apart.

So that's what Sully had been up to! He hadn't been fingering her pussy ... well, maybe a little, but he had concentrated his effort on opening her asshole - for me!

On further examination, I found Shelly's nether hole wide open and well lubricated.

I snuggled up close and found my dick had hardened considerably since the slap.

"Why shouldn't I hurt you?" I asked remembering her request moments earlier.

"Didn't I just give you great head?"

"You played with me, bitch," I said and smacked her right cheek.

"Ouchie! She yelped.

"Did it hurt honey?" Sully asked.

"Yes, he hits harder than you."

"Oh?"

"But then you're never mad at me. I think I hurt his..."

She got no further. I was jamming my cock into her. 

Later, Sully told me how her eyes had widened in surprise at my sudden attack.

As I plunged deep into her ass, I wrapped my arms around her waist too keep her in place.

"Ahhhhhh!" It was the sound of a woman on the receiving end of both pain and pleasure.

Her ass was so tight ... so tight ... so hot ... so tight ... the walls of her rectum closed tightly around my cock as I tried to force it in further.

"Oh! Stop it! Oh! Oh! James, I think you're gonna rip me..."

"Shut up and fuck!" I growled, and heard Sully laugh evilly behind me.

"Wriggle that ass. Help me hit bottom."

I still believe it was that last thing, about hitting bottom that did it. Shelly went ape shit, and reached down to help guide me into her deepest darkness as she shook that ass as I'd asked.

She closed her eyes and leaned back into my chest, guttural sounds emanating from her throat.

"Mmmmm. You're in, you're in! That feels so good. Don't stop." She murmured hoarsely.

I reached around to her breasts and started to yank on her engorged nipples.

Sully positioned himself directly in front of her and was tormenting her by slapping her face with his cock. Shelly was up for the game, and attempted to capture it with her mouth. 

Eventually, Sully let her grip him and she started sucking him with wild abandon.

Shelly's breath quickened, small moans escaped her lips as she maintained her balance with her knees and one hand. The other hand was busy frigging her cunt.

By this time my eight inches was fully up her hole. I looked down at her hips and slowly pulled out until only the head of my cock was still inside her. With Sully firmly embedded in her mouth, she reached behind her to pull my ass cheeks into her hands, tugging them to her while her own hips gyrated back against me.

I slammed my meat into her.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" She grunted when Sully slipped from her mouth.

"Want it harder?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Sully planted his prick back into her mouth, effectively shutting her up for the moment. I counted to five, and then slammed it into her as deeply as I could, wringing another cry from her. I began to move with faster strokes. Her legs trembled and I think the only thing preventing her collapse was the anticipation of a huge climax.

Sully came; pulling away from her mouth he spewed a long thick, grayish rope directly into her face and hair. I reached under her, fingers roving through her pubic ringlets, and found her tiny, throbbing clit. My cock ached and throbbed, I expect her clit must have felt the same.

Oops! Too much fucking around! I took too long a stroke, and I'm all the way out of her ass. Looking down I see I'm as hard as a rock and her asshole is all dilated from my fucking. I put it back in and push my full length into her. Shelly groaned and Sully laughed that nasty laugh of his.

Shelly let out a squeal each time I penetrated her. Naturally I increased the tempo, pulling all the way out and driving all the way in to her hot clenching guts. The feeling was incredibly intense.

Then Sully was alongside me, "Pull out," he said.

"Why?" I groaned with disappointment.

"I just wanna see her asshole, and how far you stretched it."

While he took his time checking Shelly out, I noticed her fingers still working her sopping pussy.

Impatient to get back to slamming it into her, I told myself that while there is nothing as decadent as fucking a woman's asshole, I'd be a fool not to fuck her perfectly willing, unused pussy right below it. But it was not to be ... at least not right then.

"Put it back in Jim," he said.

"About fucking time," Shelly groaned. "Fuck me Superman, come on lay some pipe to me!"

I wriggled it back in, but lost my rhythm and discover that I'm just making jerky stabbing strokes; although I am deep in her guts.

Shelly's talking dirty now. In a sort of half pleading, half-demanding tone of voice, she's saying, "C'mon, cum in my ass!"

Sully chimed in too. "Fuck that tight hole, Jimbo, come on, sock it to her!"

"Fuck my ass!" Shelly yelled.

And when Sully obliged her, she followed with a moan that grew more strident with each word. "C'mon, c'mon! FUCK ME UP THAT OLD ASSHOLE!"

For my part, I can't hold out any longer. I had to cum. I let loose a tremendous load, and filled her darkened orifice even as she spreads her cheeks further apart, humping back at me as I empty into her.

I had what was probably the strongest cum of my life, and collapse on top of her, drained physically and emotionally. She doesn't seem too much the worse for the wear, but we're both sweaty and my dick has shit smears on it.

Sully opened another beer and laughed at us as we trudged into the shower again. This time we washed each other and got the hell out without fooling around.

Now I lay back on the bed and watched as an aroused Sully screwed her from behind. Both of them were obviously deriving great pleasure from his jackhammer-like strokes. 

His hands left red welts on her pale skin as he used her hips to pull her back onto his stiff prick. He was riding her like a wild bronco, Shelly's small tits jounced in time with his strokes.

The sound of his balls slapping against her pussy appeared to inspire him, driving him to exert even greater amounts of energy.

Watching them recharged my batteries as well. After they both came, I got them beers, and we sat around making light conversation.

Shelly sat with her legs apart, revealing her battered cunt to both of us. 

"Whew! My twat is getting sore from all this special handling fella's," she said with a smirk on her face.

Sully grinned, "Happy Birthday, baby."

"Yeah," I said, "Happy Birthday, and many more of the same." All the while secretly hoping there'd be at least one more time like this.

Taking a closer look at Shelly's snatch, I noticed traces of semen visible on her thighs. 

"Look Sully," I said, pointing. We all laughed, and Shelly got up to clean herself off.

When she returned and sat between us once again, I was totally horny. But it was obvious she needed a little rest. Sully sensed this too, and began reminiscing about having sex with her after they'd first met.

"Oh yeah, one of the first times we made it, she used ice cubes on my balls to revive me. The contrast of her warm mouth sucking and nibbling with the ice cube pressed right up under my balls ... oh, man, it was out of this world. You know, Shelly tells me I'm the only man in the world she'll do this with."

"Then," Sully continued, "as soon as I started to show signs of life, she started reaming my asshole with a finger while her other hand is wrapped around my dick. She just squeezed it every once and a while. I'm usually a wild man after about five minutes, and have never lasted more than ten - even if I never get hard. If I do get hard, Shelly will either fuck, or suck the orgasm right out of me."

I looked at Shelly as I got up to get us another round of beers, and she nodded her head affirmatively, giving support to his story. 

I put a sad expression on my face and stared at her.

"You heard him," she said. "He's the lucky guy, and the only guy." Then she giggled. Her face brightened with a huge smile and she cooed, 

"Maybe I'll do something unique with you."

"Is that a promise?"

"We'll see."

As we finished off our beers, I found myself studying Shelly. Sully was watching her too, taking in her beauty. Both of us wanted her again. She noticed our newly risen boners, and languidly reached her arms out, inviting us to come closer to her.

We did, and as we drew near she closed her eyes.

I reached out and ran my fingers along her jaw line, down her throat to her chest, and began to run small circles around her nipples. She let out a low moan, but didn't open her eyes. I glanced at Sully as he sat quietly watching me, a shit-eating grin on his face.

Shelly opened her eyes, and took hold of both our dicks. "God knows what I'm gonna do with all this meat," she giggled.

"Mind if I play with your little titties?" I said my voice dry, and husky.

"Be my guest," she said shyly.

Placing my arm around her shoulder, I bent low to lick the tops of her almost non-existent breasts.

"They're small tits," Sully said in a low tone, reading my mind. "I know they're small tits. But as soon as I can save enough money, we agreed to get her a boob job."

"But you love 'em like they are, don't you honey?" Shelly asked him pensively, her finger trilling its way around my ear.

"I certainly do, and I think Jimbo here loves them too. What about it man?"

I continued toying with her nipples, brushed my tongue between her breasts. Shelly trembled at this.

"They are marvelous right now, Jack." And then I bit the bullet and plunged in with what I really thought. "Do you really think enlarging them will be an improvement?"

"Sure," said Sully.

"Well... "Shelly said with some uncertainly.

"How big are you gonna make 'em Shelly?" I asked.

"I don't know. It's kinda up to Jack..."

"I think a set of 38's would be great," Sully said excitedly.

"I wonder," I said, figuring Sully really didn't want her strutting around supporting a huge C or D cup. I really thought I had better intercede before Shelly became grotesque in the breast department.

"What?" alarmed, Shelly asked, "Why?"

I played with her nipples a while longer before responding.




The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 02



"What size are you now?"

"Umm, I wear a 32 A Bra."

"Then you shouldn't go to more than a 34 B or C."

"What!" Sully bellowed as his face grew red.

I tried to placate him, warning Shelly off with a quick side glance. 

"Well, my advice is to talk to the doctor first. Make sure to get a competent one to tell you the truth. I think Shelly's frame would be distorted carrying 38's. I mean, do you want her to be freakish like Dolly Parton?"

"I don't want to look like her," Shelly said, and began to cry.

"Damn it, Jimbo! Look what you've gone and done."

"Hey, Sully, I didn't mean..."

"Leave him alone Jack," she cried out, waving her arm at him. "He's being honest."

"Shelly?"

"Yes?"

"It might help if you showed Jack some photos of women with 34 B's or C's."

"Maybe you're right," she said, wiping her arm across her face.

"You ARE willing to look aren't you?" I said, shooting him a warning look.

"Of course I am! I love my girl, wouldn't hurt her for the world."

Shelly sniffed, and then gave us both a glimpse of her beautiful smile.

"You two!" she said, revealing a relief that that not been on her face until then. She reached for a pile of 'People" magazines. "I think they have some good examples here."

As she thumbed through the first magazine, Sully and I exchanged looks. It was a silent agreement that he'd look, but remained uncommitted. It was good enough for me.

Then, as I had hoped, he recanted after seeing several movie stars hanging out of low-cut dresses and hearing that they were in the B-cup category.

"You see Jack," she said, "it's like I've been telling you, it's not the 36, or 38 size that matters, it's the cup size; A, B, C, or D.

"Hey, Shelly," I said, breaking into her conversation, "enough about your tits."

She covered them with her palms and giggled shyly.

"How 'bout I get a good look at your twat. Maybe that needs to be addressed too."

They both cracked up at this, as if it were the funniest thing ever, eliminating the tension that had been mounting. Then Shelly lay back and unabashedly spread her legs as if I were her gynecologist and separated her labia with her fingers, letting me have as good a look as I ever have, before or since.

"Have you ever slept with two women?" She asked as I was examining her, my nose very close to her sleeping clit.

I had to say yes, because I had.

"Go on, Jimbo, tell her about it," Sully prodded me, using a nickname he knew I didn't care for. He caught my glare, chuckled and got up to refresh our drinks. As he was leaving the room he turned and over his shoulder said, "Hearing sexy stories always makes her horny."

Shelly and I started to chuckle at this and soon were laughing as hard as we could, like two silly kids. So I told her, but that's another story, and I'm not going there now.

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"Jesus! James, that was hotter than hot!" Shelly said, and took a long pull at her Budweiser.

"You liked it huh?"

"Wow!"

Sully chimed in, "Told you."

"So you did, so you did, Shelly said agreeably."

I drained my beer and headed to the fridge for another round. When I returned, Shelly was kneeling between Sully's legs, examining his cock. 

I was curious myself, and saw that head of his cock was like a small apple, with a deep cleft at the bottom of his glans that flared up like a big giant mushroom. She continued to play with it and eventually his precum oozed out and dribbled like honey over her questing finger tips as she caressed the knob.

"Oh, yeah," he chanted over and over.

I watched her tighten her grip, and smile as her wrist jerked the round, heavy roll of foreskin up and down his cock. I was erect again watching as she rolled his foreskin back up over the head.

Shelly looked at me and laughed. Sully's eyes were closed; he was definitely enjoying this slow masturbation.

"He's so ... sticky," she laughed, "see?"

What I saw, was her outstretched legs, inviting me to stroke the fire down below, as she worked his engine up topside.

"Touch me, please," she whispered to me.

I began to rub her nipple, using slow, tantalizing circles. She reached out and gripped my dick. 

She lay back, relaxed against the pillows, pumping both our pricks and occasionally leaning over and licking them in turn.

Sully's fingers found her cunt and delved inside.

The room was filled with soft moans as the three of us moved toward yet another climax.

Shelly drew in her breath. "I've always wondered what it would be like to do this," she whispered.

"And?" Sully asked.

"It's fucking fantastic!" She leaned forward and kissed him. It was a long, languid kiss - pure love. I felt like an intruder except she had such a tight grip on my dick that I knew I belonged.

Shelly began to pump his cock with long strokes from the base to the tip, milking him with increasing pressure. Her hand movements blurred as she stared at his bulging prick, waiting to see the juice squirt. 

I remained motionless, content to witness her ministering to him.

We all felt Sully's body writhe as he lunged upwards, driving his cock harder into her hand, his cock jumping in her pounding fist, spurted. Not squirt after squirt, as one might expect, but one continuous stream of cum onto her thighs. 

As Sully was groaning out the last of his great ejaculation, Shelly took me back in tow, and started to bring me off too. Her delicate fingers traced the thickened skin of my balls, scratching at the rough surface there, while her other hand moved into high gear on my quivering cock. 

I was coming, and aimed my load at her face a split second before I exploded. Shelly shook with laughter as it clung like gelatin globules to her nose and hair.

"Now that's the nasty, right there," she said, as she used her fingers to scoop up a glob and place it daintily on the tip of her tongue.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to have some of my birthday cake now." She found another glob in her hair and swallowed it. "Got to have something sweet to follow that with," she laughed, rose to her feet and went into the kitchen.

"Sully," I said, "I'm all fucked out. Will I ruin the party if I leave?"

"Have some cake first, okay?"

"Sure. Christ, I can't believe what happened here."

"Hey, when you're hot, you're hot."

Shelly called us out to the table where huge slices of cake awaited us. We scarped them up, and after Sully burped contentedly, I knelt down on the floor and moved between Shelly's thighs.

"Gotta pay my final respects to the birthday girl," I mumbled.

"Oh, another present?"

"Kinda."

"Wonderful. Gonna do it here in the kitchen?"

"Does it matter?"

"Go for it James. Get down and dirty."

She shrieked with joy when my tongue grazed her flank. Then I was licking her stomach, wriggling my tongue around in her navel. Before long her hands were guiding me, pushing me lower. I wanted to taste her again. I could feel her wiry pubic hair against my chin, and then my tongue delved into her juiciness and she was chanting, "Yes ... baby! Eat my cunt ... Eat me, James!"

She was sloppy wet. As I ate her I tried to remember a woman with so much juice running out of her pussy and drew a blank.

Sully opened another beer and toasted us as we went at it. I grunted and stood up, lifting Shelly in the process; only to set her ass on the table and push her down. Her legs went up around my shoulders and I continued to devour her pussy.

Her hips jerking spasmodically and she started screaming. Sully held her head to protect her from hurting herself. She was pulling on my hair so hard I thought I'd lose clumps of it to her.

She was coming, and demanded that one of us fuck her. "Give it to me! Give it to me now!"

She tried to yank my face from her crotch and succeeded. Once again, I hoisted her up.

I screamed in her face, "Wrap those fuckin' legs around me; I'm gonna fuck your brains out!"

"Oh, yeah! Do it! Do it! Do it!"

My dick was poking her right in the stomach just above the point her pubic hair began.

"Come on James, stick your cock in me, and fuck me until I can't walk. Come on, you fucker!"

Holding her up with one hand, I walked us both to the wall, and using it for support, decided to fuck the living shit out of her. I lowered my cock until the head was just grazing her swollen cunt lips. As the head of my dick eased into her, Shelly opened her mouth and our tongues began to duel. The kiss lasted a long time and we were both breathless from fucking when it ended. I held her pinioned against the wall, my hands kneading her ass, my dick grinding against pubic hair.

"You know..." I gasped, "you've got the greatest looking ass I've ever seen."

"Can ... you see it from there?" she giggled, then bit my neck, and then my shoulder as I pounded away. Her legs wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. She was sloppy wet, and I kept sliding out of her, but she was determined and kept putting me back.

She bit my ear, and I yelped while she gave out a dirty laugh. Her eyes rolled back as she came. 

Our thighs were soaked with her juices. She was coming again as I bottomed out inside her. I knew I was a long way from finishing and that I had one of my 'forever' hardons; rock hard and long lasting. 

I was fucking her like a madman, slamming her ass into the wall and laughing when she grunted from the force of the contact. Squishy noises filled the room; and she told Sully that she had died and gone to heaven.

Sully laughed at the two of us, even as the dishes rattled on the shelves from our effort. It was tiresome holding her upright, but she wasn't about to stop her thrusting, nor me my pounding.

It felt so fucking good. Time passed; it seemed we'd been fucking for hours. Shelly started to cum again and cried out in disappointment when I pulled out of her.

"Let's get you leaning over the fucking table," I croaked.

"Anywhere, anytime! You're a god damn fuckin' machine, James."

Pulling her close, I kissed her hungry mouth, thanking her for the compliment. Then she promptly positioned herself on the table, and looking down at my slimy dick, said, "Put it in Jim."

"Mr. Nasty, at your service, lady."

In no time at all she was bucking against me and breathing through her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and she snorted as if she couldn't get enough air.

"Fuck her Jimbo!" Sully yelled as if I was a rodeo cowboy.

Her legs were wrapped vise-like around my waist, and as we fucked I watched the perspiration form on her breasts and chest. I increased the tempo, grunting and groaning each time we crashed against one another. Every few moments, she'd arch up off the table and drill herself on to my rock-hard cock.

"Oh, Christ, Oh, Christ!" she cried, "world-class fuck! OH, FUCK ME!"

The table wobbled beneath us and I feared it would collapse. But it hung in there for us. Shelly threw her head back and wailed; her neck muscles were taunt and corded. Her thighs tensed up, squeezing my waist and hips. My cock felt like it was going to fall off any second, but I wasn't close to coming.

With Shelly, it was a different story. She couldn't stop coming. Finally I collapsed on top of her. She wriggled out from under me and pulled me to the floor. My dick was bright red and shiny with her juice.

"Can I interest you in a sixty-nine, Shelly?" Sully asked, lying down beside us. 

She didn't respond, but rotated her ass to accommodate his face while putting a knee on either side of his head. Sully was sporting a pretty good woody after watching all the action, and she gobbled it up; in fact, her mouth never left his cock after that. For that matter, Sully attacked her cunt ferociously; covering her entire mound with his mouth while his tongue snaked all over her slimy cunt lips ... her clitoris ... and her cunt, as she sucked his dick with renewed passion.

I moved in from behind, and had her ass spread wide, teasing her puckered little asshole. Finally I plunged my tongue into her ass.

Shelly's head snapped out of his groin, but she kept the tip in her mouth and yelled, "JESUS, YESSSSS!"

"Like it baby?" I couldn't help but ask.

"YESSSSS! Oh, YESSSSS! Eat my cunt! Oh! Oh! Eat my ass!

Sully took his mouth away long enough to ask if she was coming.

"I ... I've never stopped coming!" she sobbed.

I realized she'd been crying for the last few minutes. She rolled away from him, gasping for breath. "I ... I think my heart's gonna stop!" she sobbed, trying to catch her breath.

Sully would have none of it. He grabbed her hips and raised her ass high enough to provide him with an angle to her sodden cunt.

She slumped down.

He wouldn't quit, instead he pulled her to her knees and stuck his dick into her. He just held it in her, his stomach right up against her ass as he too tried to regain his breath.

"My God, Sully!" Shelly cried out.

"What is it?" Both Sully and I asked with genuine concern.

"Your cock..."

"What about my cock?" he asked, worriedly.

"It's ... getting harder!"

That suggestion worked as well as hocus-pocus ever did. Sully happily fucked her like a maniac, not stopping until she had come several more times and was begging him to stop.

Pulling out, Sully finished himself off, dripping his cum onto her shoulder blades as she lay on the floor, semi-conscious.

Sully and me had another round of beers, and I said that I had never been so well fucked in my life. 

Sully had a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Maybe we should celebrate like this every year on your birthday, huh, Shelly?"

Maybe," she said with a weak grin on her face. "All I know is, I'm sore and I can't remember anyone making me this sore before."

I placed my hand on her cunt. It felt like a swamp.

"No, don't," she said. "It really hurts."

"Does that mean I don't get any tomorrow?" Sully said impishly.

"It is tomorrow, you ass," she replied, and playfully slapped his arm.

I began to dress, and they sat and watched me. When I finished, Shelley beckoned me over, fished my limp dick out one more time.

"So long, my friend," she said, and gently kissed it, before restoring him to his proper place.

I saw them again, months later. But that's yet another story.



The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 03



I Am Number Eight

God knows why I started reading porn. Well I mean his particular porn. But I did, and I kept reading it. I read everything he had written then tried other authors but they didn't touch me the way he did. I reread everything I could find by him and felt an exhilaration I'd never known before.

Could a writer really do this to me? The answer of course was yes, there were many examples of this as the wonderful quote: "The pen is mightier than the sword" exemplifies.

But pornography? 

Here I was almost twenty-seven with a decent enough job as Administrative Assistant to the Director at a renowned medical facility in Manhattan. I was very good at my job and both my superiors and peers knew it. 

Physically speaking, I'm tall, with what I think is a nice body except for the fact that my left breast is almost a cup size larger than my right. And while the few men I've let touch them hardly seemed to notice, I remain very self-conscious about it. On the other hand, I fill out the standard black cocktail dress as well as the next girl, as long as she's not Brooklyn Decker, or one of her peers.

I will admit that prior to discovering Edgar Prince's erotica I had begun drinking a little too much while bar hopping of a weekend, which I attribute to what I'll call my missing something but not knowing exactly what it was period.

Did I mention that I'm almost twenty-seven? I will be in two short months. I'm not married. I've never been married. Twice engaged, but never made it to the altar. This seems to be the key to my despondency, or whatever it is that's bugging me.

Yeah, what's bugging me - for instance, every guy I see I view as a potential life partner. That's crazy, or it should be. I meet someone decent at least once a week and go through what's now become a litany of reasons why he's special and follow that with another list of why he's not for me.

Friends, especially married friends, are always fixing me up with Mr. Right. Only he never is. I went through a slutty period a while back where I slept with every guy I dated, or tried too. Some wouldn't have me. Can you believe it? Maybe I was too forward when I began reaching out to feel them up after the first kiss. 

Let me illustrate by giving an example of a typical date, or more accurately an encounter with a guy. I had sex with Kevin. Why? Because I'm stupid when it comes to male - female relationships.

We were working together on a tricky assignment involving bringing in a world class heart specialist from Huntsville, Alabama. The trick was to persuade him to leave his cozy spot in Alabama and move to Manhattan. Obviously the cost of his new residence would be through the roof; but we were telling ourselves that we were selling the opportunity to work in some of the most difficult of heart cases on what amounted to a daily basis. What more challenge could a surgeon want? 

Well I can think of several, but there we were going over the various pros and cons of enticing him to our facility when I felt my horny button go off.

Suddenly I felt naked when he glanced at me. I managed to keep my distance and avoid anything close to a sexual remark. But to my surprise I accepted his offer of stopping off for a drink after we'd finished for the night.

The thing was we didn't pop into a lounge, oh, no. We popped into a liquor store, bought two bottles of wine and headed to his apartment, which happened to be three doors away from the store.

He was a gentleman, pouring me some wine while we talked about other ways of bringing the surgeon on board. But with the opening of the second bottle of wine he began telling me about his divorce and in the same breath how good looking I was.

And just as I began to like the guy a little, he suddenly kissed me. Yeah, I was tired and horny and so I let him. I didn't really respond but I wasn't exactly uncooperative either. And when he lay on top of me on the couch I sighed and figured, fuck it.

I wish I could say I was drunk, but I wasn't. As he unclothed me I helped a little, said it was "alright" when he accidently pinched me trying to unzip my pants, and even ran my hands up and down his back as our bodies became pressed together. 

Old Kevin was sort of clumsy and awkward, and it was weird having this old guy on me like this. When he took It out I even put the condom on for him. 

I may have been horny, or thought I was, but I wasn't slick enough to really say I was turned on, but I wasn't dry. I was prepared ... but I wish I wasn't. I mean, I wish that I hadn't given up so quickly. I mean it wasn't enjoyable, you know? I just lay there on the couch, and wondered why I was so fucked up that I let myself get into this situation at all.

It lasted about ten minutes, maybe, before he just stopped, breathed out long, and rolled off of me. I didn't waste a second: I immediately put my bra back on and got dressed. We didn't say a word to each other: he got up and left, presumably to throw out the condom. After that he found me out in front of the store smoking a cigarette.

He offered to give me a ride home but I declined. When I did get home I showered (even though it was so late, I just had to) then went online for a little while, then went to bed. And that was that.

For the next couple weeks I didn't even see him: my training in full swing now, I was spending most of my time with my regional manager. When I did see Kevin again, though, he acted like nothing had happened. And so did I. Suffice to say I was relieved to be out of that relationship, such as it was.

About two weeks later I went on a date with this guy, "Thomas", and started crying halfway through the dinner we were having. I was so loopy... I freaked him out. But that's okay, because I didn't really want to go out with him anyway... I just wanted to go out with a guy again, you know? Maybe make myself feel better for acting the slut with Kevin. Didn't work out that way... I ended up telling him he was "a great listener" and he got the hint. We haven't spoken since.

I told my friend Laura about the thing with Kevin, and she thought it was both funny and sad (her exact words!). She thinks I need to tell my therapist about all this (I've been refusing to talk to her about work, you see... more like avoiding). 

I just re-read all that. Do I sound depressed? I'm not, though. I mean, I was during that week or two during the whole Kevin thing. Maybe writing about it stirred up those emotions again. But see, I realize now that the Kevin thing won't happen again. And I won't let myself act like that anymore. To prove my point, last week Kevin made one of his typically sexist comments to me and I shot him a look and said, "Do you really want to start that with me?" He just shut up after that.

Oh listen to me rambling on and on. I guess I really am kind of fucked up sexually. 

Okay, the truth is I've actually slept with fourteen different guys; most more than once. I thought I knew everything about everything. I thought I'd tried everything except anal; and I knew what that would be like from Sheila Downs, who told me all about her little anal adventure, thank you very much.

Yet after reading Edgar Prince's material I realized how little I knew about virtually anything, especially about the kinkier sides of sex. His stories opened doors I hadn't known existed. Did people actually do the things he was describing in such vivid detail? 

I researched subjects within the S&M genre, and found myself filled with a yearning thirst to try it for myself. And so, I wrote Edgar Prince and told him that I loved his work, and was fascinated by the subject asked if he would consider being rough with me.

My letter read: I want you to do me hard. I don't care if you to throw me to the ground and rip my clothes off. I want you to grab my head and push your fingers into my scalp. I want you to stick your cock in my face. I want you to set the vicious tempo that you want. 

I want you to fuck my mouth like you own it. I want you to make my lips swell at the collision when you bottom out. I want you to twist your fingers in my hair and yank. Use the reins to control my movements. I want my nose smashed up against your pubis and your balls pressed up against my chin. 

I want thick cords of saliva dangling from your shaft as I struggle to keep up with how fast and how rough you are. I want you to compel my face to your balls and ass and have me lick and suck both.

I want you to pull me over your lap and spank me. Leaving your handprints on my buttocks and turn my ass and thighs red and purple. Be brutal. I can take it. I want you to spank my clit. I want you to wrench my pussy lips and my nipples. I want you to slap my breasts. Make them hurt. Make me remember you.

Fuck me in all positions. Don't be gentle.

I want you to drive into me from above so that I feel your weight on top, crushing me. I want you to wrap your hand about my throat and choke me. I want you to spit in my face. I want you to cuff my cheeks hard — left side and right side — with stiff and unyielding fingers and also the back of your hand.

I want you to clutch my breasts and maul them while you thrust into me from below. I want you to see how my pussy stretches to accommodate your thick cock. I want you to feel the wetness skating down the sides of your shaft and coating your balls? I want you to lift me by the hips and launch yourself at me. I want you to let me squeeze your cock with the muscles of my cunt. I want you to pinch my clitoris.

I want you to take me from behind. Pull my hair as hard as you can. Tug it by the roots. Set your teeth into my neck. Leave bite marks over my back and shoulders. I want you to grab my bouncing tits and haul me backward. Use your strength to impale my pussy onto your prick. Slam your cock into me. I want to hear your balls smacking against my ass. 

I want you to rub my clit diligently and aggressively. I want you to sodomize me. I want you to stick your fingers in my cunt and feel yourself moving inside my anus. I want you to split me in half with your long, thick penis. 

I want to be small and submissive under you.

I want you to come in my mouth and cum on my body. Come in my cunt and my anus. I want you to use me. Be strict with me. Call me the vilest names. I want you to leave bruises behind.

I want a man with phenomenal stamina; a dominant lover who knows how to take charge of an uninhibited, dirty slut like me. You should be muscular and fit. Intelligence is a definite plus. 

Admittedly, I went overboard, but then I really didn't expect him to reply, but two days later I received a reply. 

Dear Emily: I receive hundreds of comments about my work. Yours however, stands out in that you appear to have a genuine interest in learning about the machinations involved between Dom and Sub. In answer to your principal question, I can easily be as rough with you as you can tolerate, for I not only write about S&M but practice it as well.

If you reside in Manhattan as you say, then it is possible that we can meet and at the least, have a rudimentary discussion about the subject. I reside in New Jersey, only twenty minutes, on a good day, from midtown.

Please let me know if you'd care to meet me personally, and we can meet in a local restaurant of your choosing and see where that takes us. My Email address follows.

Cordially yours, Edgar Prince.

On reading his reply, I found myself so excited that I hurried to my bedroom, took out my vibrator and gave myself a mighty orgasm. Then I reread his message and carefully worded a reply. In it I agreed to meet him, suggesting we meet at a well known restaurant that usually had a good sized crowd. 

I believed in old adage of safety in numbers; not knowing how little the size of the crowd meant with respect to making one less vulnerable to certain types of assailants should they be determined to do you harm. This last had no bearing whatsoever on Mr. Prince's actions, then or now. 

I should mention that immediately after emailing my reply I toyed with the idea of running out and having my clit pierced for him. However a quick researching of the act convinced me that I had better wait before doing something that rash as I would need some time to heal before practicing sex with anyone. Of course I had already made up my mind that I was going to let my Prince have his way with me at least for one night at any rate, and possibly much more.

I received a reply from him an hour later. He agreed to meet me at the restaurant and suggested a day and time. I quickly agreed and sent it off.

The next several hours were spent trying on different clothing to wear for the occasion. I would, of course, not actually choose my ensemble until minutes before leaving for the restaurant. I finally selected a pale blue blouse that was a size smaller than I normally wore; and a short skirt that I knew showed my legs off along with my best pair of 'Fuck me' shoes. You can guess why.

He was waiting for me at the bar. "Emily, I presume?"

"Yes, Mr. Prince, is it?"

"No, my name is Klaus Sties. Prince is merely a convenient pen-name."

We shook hands as I appraised him. Not quite six feet tall, with a thick head of blonde hair, and the body of an Olympic swimmer, which I soon learned he was not, but he did swim 50 laps on a daily basis in his own pool. He wore an expensive blue blazer and tan slacks with highly polished burgundy loafers.

"I'm thirty-seven years of age, a U.S. citizen, born in Duluth for that matter. College educated, with degrees in English from Kansas State and Florida, respectively," he informed me. 

I'm almost certain my mouth hung open and I was probably drooling at the sight of him. I know for a fact that he excited me even more on meeting him than his words had and that was saying a great deal.

He was still speaking to me, but I wasn't listening. Oh, I heard him ... God knows his voice alone had me close to cumming on the spot. But it was a combination of factors that had me riveted to him. From his yummy good looks, to that radio announcer voice that held me in a kind of hypnotic trance; but it was his eyes the dominated everything. And they never wavered from mine.

I pushed my breasts, big and not so big, out at him, straining the buttons on my blouse. 

His eyes never left mine.

Suddenly I felt his voice inside me.

"So tell me, Emily, which topic interests you the most?"

"I ... I can't pinpoint any one thing," I managed to get out.

"Surely something above all others stand out in your mind."

"Well, I read everything ... and ..." I realized that he frightened me. Physically I was more than attracted to him, but there was also something ominous about him.

"Did the subject being tied up and spanked spark an interest?"

"Umm, yes, that and the clamps..." I couldn't get any more words out of my mouth.

His eyes now seemed to have a smoldering glow to them. I was very nervous and kept squirming around in my chair. It took me a moment before I realized I was extremely excited and wondered if it would show through my skirt when I stood up.

I finally found my voice again and asked, "So, umm, Mr. Sties, you have actually done these things?"

"Yes and its Klaus ... for now. If we move forward I will ask that you call me Sir, or Master at all times."

"I understand," I said, although I doubt that I did at the time.

"I have done these things and more, Emily. I also suspect that you wish me to do them to you. I suspect you've dreamt about a man who would show you what you are inside, who would make you feel what you're capable of feeling, because you know there's so much inside, don't you? You know there's so much more." 

As his words penetrated my brain, his fingertips slid up my thigh, slowly working their way to my crotch ..., stroking my left leg, and then the other; petting me as if I were a frightened animal. 

Then I realized I was now rubbing my left thigh with my right hand, mimicking his movements and stopped. 

"Let's get to the point, Emily, lift up that skirt."

Dumbly I nodded assent and with the knowledge that someone at another table might witness my actions, slowly raised my skirt. Klaus's hand went directly to the gusset of my panties and stroked the entrance to my pussy.

I shuddered at his touch. 

"It's good to be touched, isn't it?" he whispered. "It feels good to have someone else touch you, someone who knows what he's doing. You like me touching you, don't you?"

"Yes," I replied, my entire body was numb, except for my cunt. It seemed that every one of my senses was aligned with my vagina.

"Umm, Emily, I see that you're very wet, and look ..." He pushed a finger into me. The fabric gave way to the tip of his finger. I groaned and shook uncontrollably.

"Very nice, you're opening like a little flower."

"I ..." My feeble protest fell away to a soft sob of rapture.

You have a gift, Emily. You feel much more deeply than most others do, and it's a gift. You may think there's something wrong with you, but it isn't, it's them. 

I think I remained perfectly still. I may have moved, but for the most part I barely breathed, holding the skirt up so that anyone caring to look could see right up my legs to my crotch and his hand as it fondled my cunt folds.

"What are you going to do to me?"

His answer was to slide those fingers up and down my slit, forcing the fabric into my cunt. I moaned.

A moment later he found my clit and bore down on it. I moaned louder and he eased up on the pressure, not wanting to become the focal point of restaurant activity.

"I'm going to finger you to an orgasm, right here, right now. If you want you can call attention to yourself, but I doubt you want that."

The tips of his fingers flicked at my clit creating a searingly hot feeling - like a red hot poker coming right up to my flesh but not actually burning it.

"No!" I whispered approaching panic. 

He chuckled and teased my clit and I moaned, "Oh, Christ yeah! Right there! Right there!"

"See how easy you are, Emily?" 

I was so close to cumming, I waited for him to touch me again. It wouldn't take much; I was so ready to cum.

But he kept me there, on the edge. It was wonderful and all, but I wanted to cum so fucking bad. I needed to cum, and that thought dominated my mind over everything else.

"You need to understand something, Emily, what I'm doing is between me and your cunt. You're just along for the ride. Your cunt and I have an understanding. It loves what I'm doing; it knows I'm going to make it cum and it wants to cum on my fingers more than anything else right now. And we're going to do just that, right here, and if some people see it happen, who's to care? You? No, I seriously doubt that. Me? I couldn't care less what they say or do. " 

Nervously, I glanced around the room. Two couples were definitely watching what he was doing to me. And I thought I saw two men seated at different tables watching as well. I swallowed and though how lewd I must look to them I was behaving like a filthy slut, and this excited me even more. 

Klaus pushed the crotch band of her panties to one side and his fingers touched me. I was practically drooling down there.

I know I was panting with anticipation.

He sent two fingers into my wetness and whispered, "Take your right hand, and unbutton your blouse."

I didn't hesitate, but did as requested. 

"Another button," he whispered as his fingers slid in deeper while his thumb teased my clit.

Anyone looking over at us had to know what was happening. I risked a peek at the closet couple and saw them both transfixed on Klaus's hand as it fingered me.

The woman was furtively squeezing her partner's leg, or perhaps his penis, from where I sat I couldn't tell.

I opened the button as requested. The inner slopes of my breasts were visible now. I recall thinking that I was glad I'd worn my sexiest bra, since half the restaurant could now avail themselves a good look at it and more.




The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 03



Klaus leaned in closer to me and sniffed. "Nice choice of perfume, Emily," he said just before he began to lick the tops of my breast where it spilled over the lacy cups of the bra.

"How is it, Emily?" His hand was moving faster; fingers spread out covering vast areas of my cunt and thrilling me no end.

"Mmmm," I moaned into his ear.

"You're going to cum, aren't you? You're going to come for me, right on my fucking hand."

"Oh God," I moaned. "No! No!"

The one couple I'd been sneaking peeks at were now much closer together. It seemed he was fingering her, but I couldn't be sure. Then I caught a movement below their table and I saw his cock exposed as her hand closed over it. She was jerking him off while watching Klaus masturbated me.

It was an incredible moment and took me over the edge and into a tumultuous orgasm as his plundering fingers sloshed around my sodden cunt.

I came as hard as I'd ever done before. 

"How was that, Emily?"

"It ... It was a start," I gasped and I think I surprised him with that answer.

He called for the check. I saw that the other couple, the active couple, was already headed for the door.

Klaus didn't wait for the check, but threw a twenty on the table and stood up, "Come on ..."

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I followed him into a taxi, seemingly mesmerized by both his voice and actions. He appeared to have the capability to soothe over every one of my many concerns by telling me what I had so longed to hear a man say to me. 

"You've dreamt about me for some time, haven't you?"

I think I nodded, for I certainly wasn't capable of making a coherent reply.

"I will show you what you are inside, and make you feel what you're capable of feeling, because you know there's so much inside, don't you? You know there's so much more..."

I nodded again and for the first time felt his fingertips sliding up my thigh. Did I grab his hand and stop him? No, I glanced at the driver, saw that he was concentrating on the road and allowed Klaus's hand to roam upward, almost petting me as if I were his pet cat.

Suddenly his hand was between my legs, and finding I couldn't control myself, I reached out and grabbed his penis, finding it rock hard in his trousers.

"No," he said as if scolding a school child, 

"There are rules, Emily, and the first one is: you don't touch me. Not without permission. I touch you, but you don't touch me, understand? Now pick up your skirt, I want to see your cunt."

"But," I started to protest, knowing the driver would see me totally exposed with one look in the rearview mirror.

"Now, Emily ... DO IT!"

With no further thought of protest, I raised my derrière off the seat of the taxi and hiked my skirt up revealing my silk panties and the smooth plane of my belly.

Klaus wasted no time in rubbing his hand over my pussy. I shuddered at the touch from both fear and pleasure but made no other response although I freely admit to being mortified at the thought of the driver witnessing what was happening.

"Feeling prudish, Emily? Your "I want" letter mentioned all the things you wanted me to do to you. Have you changed your mind?"

"No ... I want you to ... do them ... to me ... Master."

He ignored my comment and said, "You have a pronounced clit, Emily," not caring if the driver heard. "It should provide us both much amusement in teasing and tormenting it."

And when his fingertips lighted on that most sensitive part of my anatomy, I jerked back as if shocked with an electric wand.

What was I doing? Was I out of my mind? Was in a taxi with someone I hardly know, letting him touch me intimately. I couldn't believe it was happening to me ... but it was, and I couldn't bring myself to tell him to stop.

A second later it occurred to me that he might not stop if I told him too; he would continue to dominate me until he'd satisfied his every lust.

An eerie thought crept into my consciousness then. I certainly wanted him to do things to me; normally unspeakable things. I had all but given him permission to do with me as he wanted. Oh ... oh ... I may be lost!

I realized that he now had two fingers inside me, probing this way and that, and I didn't seem to mind at all, in fact I felt better than I had in ages.

"It's good to be touched, isn't it?" he said, making it a statement and not a question. 

"Especially by someone who knows exactly what they're doing," he continued. And at that moment I saw the driver's eyes riveted on Klaus's hand as it played with my private parts. 

But Klaus noticed him too. I thought he would tell him to avert his eyes; to keep his eyes on the road, but what he said, stunned me and thrilled me at the same time. "She's getting wet and she's opening like a little flower for me."

"It's good when they're really horny," the driver said, looking over his shoulder and winking at me.

We must have been close to Klaus's destination, for he suddenly slapped my pussy, causing me to shriek from the sudden pain.

Before I could register a complaint, he was telling the driver to pull over, we were getting out.

The taxi pulled to the curb, and after paying the driver, Klaus got out, came around to my side and opened the door for me. He took my hand as I got out and set foot on the sidewalk.

"Where are ...?" I managed to get out before he propelled me into a dark alley.

"Right here will do," he said, and pinned me up against the wall.

His hand returned to my cunt, and using his powerful fingers, forced the silky fabric of my panties into my hole. The thought of what he was doing to me filled me with an excitement I had never known before.

I must have moaned, for he laughed and murmured, "Yes, very, very wet."

"Take them off!" he said in a husky voice that made me shiver.

"You want me to take my dress off?" I blurted, stunned at the request.

"Just the undies, Emily, that's all," he said so sweetly I hastened to comply, leaning one hand on his shoulder to accomplish it without falling on the grimy street of the alley.

The moment I righted myself his fingers rushed into me, and I was there - at the edge of a tumultuous cum.

"Oh yeah!" I hissed, "Yeah, right there!"

"Stop telling me what to do. I'll give the orders, Emily."

His fingers had abandoned my cunt. "Tell me you understand, or I'll leave you here and now!"

"I ... I understan..."

"Good. You need to understand that I will do with you as I wish. For the moment this is just between your pussy and me. You, little Emily, are just along for the ride, and I suggest you enjoy it."

Telling myself for the thousandth time that this is what I wanted, I shuddered as his mouth made its way down my body, pausing to plant a soft kiss on my naval before wriggling into my belly-button. I was soon lost in his scent and his hands and his mouth as all blended together causing me to become dizzy with lust. 

His hands ... were everywhere, or so it seemed; tousling my hair, grazing my neck and pulling me closer while I struggled to free my breasts for his hands and mouth, but only succeeded in freeing the smaller one before giving up to the lovely sensations coursing through me.

Klaus appeared to appreciate my effort in that regard and took pity on my exposed breast, suckling happily on it and bringing me ever so close to orgasm, as he nursed away while fingering my cunt in as leisurely a manner as I'd ever experienced. 

My toes clenched and I found myself wriggling with agonizing anticipation as he deliberately dragged his wet tongue up the inside of my thigh. 

I couldn't suppress the moan, and spread my legs wide; moaning again just to urge him to continue doing whatever he intended doing to me in the alley.

I felt his hot breath on my labia and shuddered to an orgasm without being penetrated for the first time in my life.

"Oh God," I grunted through clenched teeth. 

"Get on your hands and knees," he whispered, and I hurriedly complied.

He planted a soft kiss on my ass cheek and subtly pried it aside to peek at my asshole. A moment later I felt his tongue trailing along the same cheek and I knew he was going to take me anally.

"Do you know what I'm going to do now?" Klaus asked, laying another wet kiss on my tender flesh. 

"I think so," I croaked. 

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No, but I want you too."

"Really?" he said, sounding amused by my response. 

"Uh huh." 

"You want this?" he said again. And before I could answer him, his tongue flickered across my asshole and I saw stars of pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes!" I blurted out as his tongue moved into my anal entryway.

"YES! I WANT TO TRY EVERYTHING!"

"Then spread your ass for me, Emily, he whispered, slapping my rump sharply and hastening my lewdly prying the cheeks apart for him.

He speared my anus with his middle finger and I groaned in pain and satisfaction.

My entire body was shaking when he withdrew his finger and replaced it with his tongue, rimming me with a warm, circular motion.

I came again.

"We really need to get over to my place," he said after kissing me and sending his shit flaked tongue into my - dare I admit it - eager hungry mouth. 

"We can ... do other things in a more conducive environment."

I yanked my panties up so that I could walk and followed him, almost panting with excitement at what was to come. 

It was a two block walk to his townhouse, a brownstone that must have been over a hundred years old, but was in fact, modern in every way imaginable.

Once Klaus had shown me in, he pressed me up against the wall, gripped my jaw and squeezed. His kisses were ardent bites; his hand released my other breast, and then slapped me across the side of my face before half pulling, half dragging me into the kitchen and pushing my head down against the countertop. I remember each and everything that happened during this highly emotional time.

I saw the espresso machine from a sideways slant. Klaus had my wrists pinned in back of me at a painful angle. His feet kicked apart my legs. A hand reached between my thighs and rubbed over my pussy, not at all gently. Then, laughing obscenely, he spanked it while biting my neck and shoulder.

I could only moan.

"Don't you dare move," he stated harshly.

He fumbled in the drawer and produced a knife whose serrated edge he flashed me. I peed my pants as he bunched up the cloth at my crotch and poked into it with the point of the blade. A moment later he cut through my panties so they flapped away from my pussy. 

He sank two fingers into my cunt, then spun his wrist and fucked them in and out. They made wet, squishy sounds.

"Pissed yourself already, 'eh?" he said. "I want you to turn around," he released me so that I could. The blade went under my bra and he sliced through. He knew what he was doing. He pointed the cutting edge of the knife away from me. The fabric tore audibly. 

"Down on the floor," he said, fumbling with his trousers.

I had my hands on my knees, legs open, palms facing up, and I waited.

"Kiss it," he said.

He meant the knife. My face reflected in the shiny stainless steel. I kissed the cold metal. 

His fingers threaded through my hair. He yanked the roots hard, and he pulled my head up. His fingers forced my mouth open. He aimed the blade past my lips so that the knife rested against my tongue. The blade dragged along the bottom row of teeth. 

I asked myself what I had done, putting myself in the hands of a madman. I waited, expecting him to slash my throat at any moment.

I shut my eyes, and closed my lips over it. I had no choice but to trust him. 

Several seconds later, Klaus carefully eased the knife free of my mouth and set it on the counter.

My head leaned against the wooden cabinet. Klaus pushed off the countertop with his hand and began to throat fuck me with his cock. 

I made glugging noises. The saliva seeped through my lips and dribbled down my chin. My fingers were in front of me and I took the opportunity to start rubbing my cunt and clit frantically.

I want this ... I repeated over and over and over.

My eyes were staring up at the ceiling when he came. The curve of his hand shucked along the underside of the penis. Semen slashed my cheek like a liquid whip. It was terribly lewd, just filthy and just what I'd been craving although I hadn't specifically thought of it in those particular terms.

I was so lost in what had just transpired that it took me a moment to realize that Klaus was kissing me. It was the lightest brushing of his lips on mine.

He can't be doing this, I thought, his sperm is covering my mouth and lips ... men don't ... and it hit me, he already had his tongue in my ass. Klaus wasn't any man, he was unique!

I came again, and it went on and on! There he was, sucking on my lower lip before sliding his magical tongue along the edges of my teeth. The only parts of him touching me were his hands on my cheeks and his mouth on mine. 

I gave him the tip of my tongue and we tasted each other. I realized that I may not have ever tasted, really tasted a man like this before and euphoria filled me, telling me I was really doing the right thing and buoying me up for whatever might follow.

Of course, I wanted his kiss to last forever, but it didn't. Actually, I was surprised it lasted as long as it did. He tore his mouth from mine to kiss the pulsing vein in my neck before moving to my collarbone. I was still in the midst of my orgasm. It had already lasted longer than any I'd ever had, and for it to follow the previous ones ... was unthinkable.

"Emily ... Emily ... EMILY!" 

"Uh ... yes? Um, YES!"

"You seemed to be off somewhere else," he said, but didn't appear bothered by it.

"My mind ... Master, I must have drifted off ... those kisses ..."

"Yes, well ... feed me a breast. I'll sample the larger one first."

I was mortified beyond belief. He was ridiculing my different sized breasts and I was filled with a shame I had never known prior to that moment.

But I lifted the breast to his mouth as he'd asked and he bit down on the nipple, sending a lightning bolt of pain through my entire being.

Previous lovers had suckled them, even chewed on them, but none had broken the skin with their teeth, causing the searing pain that Klaus had just done.

And from out of my cloud of pain I heard him asked for the smaller one. Not the other one, but most emphatically, "the smaller one."

I may have been in some form of shock, but I hoisted it to his mouth and hose teeth that now seemed like a vampires fangs. And he sucked like a baby during its most pacific moments on it. 

Night and day. That's what I thought at the time. Night and day.

And suddenly his fingers had returned to my cunt, my ripped panties flapped against his wrist, clinging to my waist by the frayed threads of the elastic waistband.

"Ugh!" I grunted as he added a third and then a fourth finger into my juice dripping hole. 

I was panting, a wanton, willing slut, willing to do anything asked of me. A dull pain lingered at my nipple where he'd bitten, perhaps a little too hard.

What the fuck was I thinking? He'd bitten through the skin. The nipple was bleeding. I recall thinking that stitches might be needed to repair it properly.

The last threads of the waistband parted and the panties dropped to the kitchen floor.

"How do you like it now, Emily?" Klaus asked, "Ready to cum again? Going to cum on my hand?"

"OH GOD!" I panted as my hips bucked against his sticky, plundering fingers.

"You love it, don't you Emily! You love it!"

The excitement of being fingered and played with like a hot little whore was more than I could stand. My hidden slut emerged, wild, hungry and totally uninhibited. 

He sent a finger from his other hand into my anus.

"YES! YES! YES!" I screamed as my cunt exploded, gushing juices everywhere.

"Look at what I'm doing to you, Emily. Go on, look!"

I forced myself to glance down and saw my hips pumping obscenely as his fingers slid in and out of my pussy. 

I couldn't help but moan at the sheer lasciviousness of my own degradation.

Klaus grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, making me arch my back as his thick fingers stroked my cunt and fingered my asshole. There was a look of raw animal lust on his face, and I was afraid to think of how I looked just then.

I was crazed with lust. All my "I want you too's" were coming true. My thighs were trembling; my legs growing weak. I had to hold onto his shoulder with one hand and took hold of the hand that was fucking my cunt and used it like a dildo, fucking myself, far beyond self-consciousness or shame, hoping he would toss me on the kitchen table and fuck me senseless.

Just then we seemed to drop to the floor and the cool caress of the worn linoleum. He was kissing and sucking my neck and throat, than his hand was there, choking me, although not so that I ever felt in danger, but enough to make me fearful. 

A contradiction? Maybe, but I was in a sexual delirium at the time and could have cared less if he'd strangled me. Later I would look in the mirror and wince at the numerous welts, bite marks and bruises I saw, but in the moment I wanted it; I wanted it all.

And the moment his cock surged into me I thought I was going to achieve the impossible and have it all.

Once the initial shock wore off, I began to pump enthusiastically, trying to match him stroke for stroke, but he was so strong that I couldn't and satisfied myself by letting him fill me as I adoringly admired his sweat covered flesh now bathed in a halo of the late afternoon sunlight as he rode me to a frenzied climax.

I recall chanting, "FUCK" over and over and over as I came for the hundredth time that day. I exaggerate, yes, but it certainly felt that way.

At any rate, I passed out and woke up to find him pushing a thumb into my rectum.

"What are you doing?" I moaned.

That got me a vicious slap on the ass.

"Sir, or Master, Emily. Remember that."

"Yes ...Sir. Sir, may I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Are you going to sodomise me?"

"I am."

I had no reply to that. It was one of the things I had said I wanted in my note to him. In fact, I didn't want it at the moment, but saw no recourse other than to submit to him and hope for the best.

He continued pushing the thumb into my behind; gradually I became accustomed to it. 

I should add that in view of what I've undergone since that moment, Klaus was rather gentle with me in preparing me for anal sex.

He sent two fingers into my cunt then held them under my nose. "You're very wet, see?"

"Yes, Master, I see. Thank you."

"What made you so wet?" 

"You did, Master. I've been wet all night," I replied, squirming as he reinserted the fingers and sent them deeper into me.

"You want my prick in your ass, don't you?"

"Yes Sir, I do," I said, although I wasn't all that certain I did. But I had told him I wanted it and it was going to happen whether I wanted it or not.

"You're a whore, Emily. Let me hear you say it!"

"I'm a whore, Master!"

"Beg me to fuck your sorry ass, whore."

"Please, sir, fuck my sorry ass," I blurted, humbled at having to put such a request into words.

Klaus surprised me by ramming his cock into my cunt. I uttered a satisfied grunt and started moving with him, matching him stroke for stroke. He yanked on my hair, pulling it back with viciousness that I hadn't seen him do before. 

Still and all, I liked it. I was breathless and flushed with want and I urged him to pull harder. That made him laugh, and he gladly obliged me, pulling so hard that a small clump of hair was actually torn from my scalp.

I learned then not to ask for something I might regret. Trying to please him, I reached between us to stroke his hot cock, but after several squeezing strokes I needed to touch myself and greedily pulled on my nipples, stretching them until the pain was too much to bear.




The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 03



Klaus toyed with me, lifting my knees and swooping in open mouthed to devour my cunt. Minutes later I was literally dripping when he pulled his face away. "Noooo, don't STOP!" I pleaded.

Ignoring my pleas, he roughly grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach and forced my legs apart with his knees and positioned himself over my ass.

Incredibly, he sent his mouth upon my ass just as he had my cunt moments earlier. I had never even dreamed of this possibility, and I have to say it was fantastic having his tongue swimming in my asshole. I'm sure I gasped and told him I adored what he was doing, but he ignored me in that regard, stiffening his tongue and licking me where even I had never touched before. (I freely admit that I have returned to that moment time and time again and explored further, using all sorts of implements to do so.)

I later learned that this was tongue-fucking. I now have done it on a few occasions myself and will admit to enjoying the power it gives me if only momentarily over my partner.

After several lovely minutes, Klaus removed his mouth and sent a long finger into my anus until it was buried in my hot hole. Surprisingly, the muscles in my ass gripped the finger with a ferocity that surprised and pleased him and he slowly withdrew it only to send it right back in. 

I moaned appreciatively.

Klaus paused for a moment, then apparently dipped several fingers into what I later learned was warm olive oil, dripped some on my asshole, rubbed some into the crack of my ass and then sent the fingers into my rectum again.

His fingers slid easily in and out and I settled into an appreciative state, thinking it wasn't hurting me all that much, forgetting for the moment that it was his fingers invading me and not his thick, cock.

Klaus added a third finger and I welcomed it with a muffled groan.

He fingered me for a minute or so and then withdrew them, whispering that it was time for the main event. I was groggy with lust and didn't quite grasp what he meant. But the moment his cock began its penetration I was back in the real world.

I made a kind of choking sound as he entered me. He paused to rearrange me onto all fours and I saw him dipping his cock into the olive oil for additional lubrication. Then he pulled me ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of his massive cockhead against my puckered hole. He put his weight behind the following thrust and after a moment popped abruptly into me.

I was panting and rigid with fear of a pain that somehow never materialized as I thought it would. Oh, it hurt. It hurt plenty, but it wasn't like I'd imagined it would be.

"Halfway in, Emily, my sweet slut," he announced as I groaned.

And suddenly, unexpectedly, he was fully in me. His hips pressed against the cheeks of my ass - his cock buried to the hilt in me. I found it incredible that he'd managed to get it completely in me, but he had.

It may have been involuntary, or completely voluntary, I'll never know, but I began to squeeze his cock, relaxing somewhat then squeezing again.

He was barely moving in me, apparently savoring the squeezing, for he moaned, "Oh, yes, what a fuck!" And only then did he partially withdraw and push back as he resumed fucking me, rocking gently from side to side and bringing me to the edge of an orgasm, but no further.

I couldn't hold back on my reaction, and begged him not to stop, dropping my head and shoulders flat on the bed while reaching between my legs in order to rub my twat as his well oiled cock made "slap ... slap ... slap" sounds against my ass.

And then I felt him swell inside me. A moment later he was jetting his semen into me, filling me, as I came with him. I hadn't dared to cum before he did; but coming together provided a sensation that was totally unexpected, a glorious cum, probably the best one ever, but with Klaus it was hard to make such distinctions.

We lay limbs entwined around each other, panting heavily for a time. I managed to keep him in me for a while. We were both sweating profusely. 

"Emily," he said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Only then did I realized that I was still masturbating; rubbing my clit ever so slowly.

"Oh," I gasped.

"You may continue until you cum," he said and I adored him for being so generous.

I finished myself off shortly afterward, and whispered in his ear, "Master, may I speak?"

"Yes you may, Emily."

"It did hurt ... at first. But not the way I imagined it would. I want to thank you for taking pains to oil me up so that you fit into with ease."

"The pain, as you call it, resulted from the stretching of your anal muscles. But I'm sure you found it rather pleasurable in the end, and I mean no pun in what I say."

"Yes, Master. There was such an incredible sensation of being stuffed full. My whole body felt it. That's when I really started to get turned on. I had to come. I wanted to come with your thing in my ass!"

"Look at my cock, Emily," he said tonelessly.

I did, he was swollen again, more than halfway toward full tumescence. 

"Want some more?"

"Yes!" I croaked, hoping for another wonderful climax.

"Let me hear you beg for it!"

Please put it in my ass!" I whimpered.

"What exactly is it you want in your ass?"

"Your ... cock! Please put your cock back in my ass and fuck me again."

I felt humiliated to have to ask him, but I wanted him back in there and saw no other recourse.

"I'm happy to oblige you more than deviant desires, Emily," he said as he picked up a small bottle of lubricant and allowed a thin line of it to trickle the length of his shaft.

I sucked in my breath as his hand wrapped itself around his manhood and spread the slipper fluid over its entire surface. 

He teased me with several gentle stabs before pressing his cock against my puckered opening; and as I struggled to relax, he drove himself into me with such force that the wind was taken from my lungs and I was gasping for breath. Before I was breathing normally again he was fully lodged in my anus.

He grabbed my hair, pushing my face into the bed sheets as he slowly withdrew and then surged back into me.

"Like that, my slut? Like my cock in your hot little asshole?"

"Yes!" I gasped, as he yanked on my hair, pulling my head back toward him.

I closed my eyes to help concentrate on the orgasm that was building within my cunt. 

"Yes," I whimpered again, "I like being fucked this way."

He increased the speed of his strokes, pinning me to the bed after releasing my hair in order to have use of both hands, I felt him swelling inside me and knew he was close to cumming, and yet my own orgasm was still out there ... as if hovering, waiting for something else to happen before releasing its sweet nirvana of pleasure that I craved so much.

I heard his voice at my ear, whispering as it someone else was in the room and he didn't want them to hear: "Tell me, Emily, where is my cock going next?"

It took me a moment before I knew what he meant. It was another moment before I could reply. 

"Umm, I think ... I think it's going in my mouth," I said meekly.

"Why there, Emily?"

"Because ... I'm a dirty slut and don't deserve better treatment, Master."

The words had no sooner left my mouth than my head was yanked back and I felt myself expelling his cock from my ass.

Why would I do such a thing? I wondered, but the thought went no further because his cock was slapping my lips. I hurriedly opened my mouth and tried to capture him without using my hands, which of course, were wedged under my breasts from his previous positioning of my body.

"Oh, do you want to suck my shitty cock?"

"Yes ..." I managed to blurt out before reaching out with my tongue in a frantic attempt to capture his swaying member. 

He pulled my head closer and slipped his shit-speckled cock onto my eagerly waiting tongue.

Strangely enough, I recognized the taste of my shit instantly. Later I would realize that as an infant I must have tasted my own shit on several occasions while in diapers. The thing of it was that I didn't find the taste repulsive at all, but the very thought of tasting another's fecal matter brought me to the edge of vomiting on the spot.

What I did was, and I state this after careful consideration of the facts as I remembered them, was to moan with approval, for I wanted his cock in my mouth, and began sucking hard as he glided back and forth in my throat.

When apparently satisfied that I had cleaned him off to his satisfaction, he pulled out and began slapping me across the face with his distended manhood.

And then, without another word, he sent his throbbing prick back into the gaping hole that was my ass and began fucking me with increasingly forceful strokes. 

"You know I'm going to cum in your ass don't you?" he snarled.

"Uh huh," I answered already feeling my orgasm fulminating deep within me. I knew beforehand that it would be the most tumultuous cum that I'd ever had and closed my eyes and waited for the explosion.

And as his pulsing cock erupted inside my ass, I came with a force that actually through Klaus out and off of my body; catching the both of us by surprise.

Klaus showed no displeasure at my actions, and apparently took it as a measure of his anal fucking skills that had brought it about. I couldn't see any reason to contradict him.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm reverberated through my anus, I heard him ask me to spread my cheeks so that he might see the slutty asshole he'd just fucked.

I reached back and pulled the cheeks apart, fully exposing my anus to him.

"Put a finger in there, see how roomy it is now," he said, smugly.

I did as I was told and pushed my middle finger in and felt his semen coat the finger as it wriggled about quite freely in my ass. I removed the finger and held it out for his inspection. It was clearly covered in a glistening sheen of his slimy cum. Then satisfied that he had had a good look at it, I put it into my mouth and cleaned it off.

"Thank you, Master. It was a lovely fuck."

"You're quite welcome, Emily. I should think we'll have more exciting times exploring your darker wants."

"I hope so, Master. Would you be kind enough to enlighten me as to what comes next?"

"Why, Emily?"

"So that I might dwell on whatever it is, and hopefully please you from the beginning to end."

"That, Emily was an almost perfect answer."

And Klaus did tell me about several things that lay ahead of me; but certainly not all; not by a long shot.



The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 04



The Older Dude

Katlyn was a pretty girl, either twenty or twenty-one with long brown hair, average sized tits who loved wearing short skirts to show off her very nice legs.

She worked part-time for the shady lawyer I used to help keep me on the right side of the law. I had met her several times when visiting the firm's office, but met her socially at an anniversary party for my friends Kevin and Yvette Smalltoe, who lived several doors away from me.

And yes, they were both good customers, if you need to know.

The party was in full swing by the time I arrived and, as big as it was, the house was bursting at the seams with party goers of all ages. I spotted Kevin and Yvette and made my way over, to give them a card and gift before heading off to mingle and ogle the other women in attendance.

Eventually I found myself out on the patio and that's where I encountered Katlyn, skimming her fingers along the surface of the little fish pond the Smalltoe's had just finished installing.

"Hi, Katlyn, all alone are you?"

"Oh, hi, Mr. Stone, I didn't expect to see you here."

"Why not? I live nearby."

"Really? I didn't..."

"Want to share a joint, Katlyn?"

"Here?"

"Yes, here. We're not in the town square; we're alone on the Smalltoe's patio."

"Sure, I guess could use a lift."

I had to laugh and said, "You got it right, Katlyn, the cat's away, why not play?"

She tossed her hair and laughed with me, then said, "But the cat's right around the corner."

"Let me tell you a secret, Katlyn."

I thought her eyes lit up at that and continued. "Kevin loves smoking my pot. So does Yvette."

"Really, you're not just puttin' me on?"

"I swear to God," I said, holding my hand up to make it official.

I lit the joint, took a hit and passed it to her. She accepted it and took a substantial hit.

We were kissing within a minute, the joint lay smoking itself to extinction in a nearby ashtray. Our tongues were dry as they dueled, and then Katlyn was suddenly very turned on. Or had she been planning getting it on with me from the moment I wandered out on the patio. I always wonder about things like that. Women as a rule are very subtle and either plan or visualize their moves before putting them into action. Perhaps that comes from all the time they spend in front of mirrors, practicing facial expressions, smiles and how much cleavage a particular movement reveals for most of their lives. 

Or maybe I've got it backwards. Does anyone really care?

So I did what men do with a seemingly turned on female, I started rubbing her back then her ass and backed her against a tree and let her feel my dick by grinding it into her belly.

Katlyn moaned and hugged me tighter. I've found that women as a rule are pleased when they find that they have aroused a man. I believe this to be true whether they want the man, or are about to reject him. In either case, they are responsible for his arousal, and that is considered an achievement of sorts.

My dick was a rising lead pipe, prodding, prodding, prodding relentlessly against her lower parts. My mouth buried in her neck, leaving a love bite that I would see a week later when visiting the law office where she worked.

I made my dick twitch against her. Katlyn gasped and brought her mouth to mine, and tried to swallow my tongue.

My hand left her ass to move between her legs. We were both in heat, sizzling past any stopping point. 

I propelled Katlyn toward a bench in a somewhat secluded part of the patio. Oh anyone bothering to look outside could see us; but neither of us seemed to care about that at the time.

She hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her ankles, freed a leg then spread herself so I could ram my cock into her smoldering cunt.

I pulled out my dick and heard her gasp. "You're huge!"

"I've seen bigger, Katlyn. Don't worry it'll fit."

"I've never seen..."

"How many have you seen?" I asked out of curiosity, and then slapped her pussy with it.

"Oh!"

"Kat, come on, how many?"

"Four... maybe five, I'm not sure."

She was much too young to have lost count of the dicks she'd played with, but I wasn't going to argue with her, so I just said, "But none this big, eh?" I guess the male ego never rests.

And, not listening to her reply, if there was one, I was opening the few buttons at her top to get at her tits while talking.

"For sure!" 

She must have said it a second time, for I certainly heard her that time!

I had her bra exposed but couldn't get the dammed bra open. So I did the next best thing and pulled the cups of her bra down and let her tits rest on them. They stood jutting out like a pair of proud cocks.

"Oh those tits are perfect, Kat," and I really meant it.

Her eyes sought mine before she responded. "Can anyone see us?"

"I doubt it. They'd have to come outside first. We'd hear them, I'm sure we would," I lied.

Katlyn's tits were larger than I thought they would be. Some women are like that. I mean, you see them day in and day out in different outfits. You think, Gee, she's probably a 34 cup or something like that; only seeing them spilled out like Kat's were at the moment, they had to be 38's.

"How big are your tits, Kat?" and realized that she was still staring at my cock. "Touch it, Kat. I know you want too."

"Umm, okay," she answered dumbly, reaching out to take hold of my poker hot boner.

"Go on, kiss it. You know you want to taste it. Go on, I don't mind," I whispered.

Her lips were millimeters from touching my cock when as an afterthought, she said, "38 C," and then absorbed the head of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over and around the corona. I positioned myself so that I could suck on her tits while she sucked my dick, and did. We were both moaning happily for the next few minutes until I released her breasts and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. 

"It's time to fuck, Kat."

"Mmmm?"

"You want me in you, don't you?" With some reluctance, she removed me from her mouth and said, "Yeah ... sure."

I spread her legs, asked if she was comfortable on the bench and mounted her.

She looked on with interest as I rubbed my cock over her labia and clit, and eased into her.

"Oh, Fuck!" she groaned in a satisfied voice.

I knew we were both ready to explode and that sooner than later someone would poke their nose out at the patio and spot us, so I started jack hammered away at her.

Kat didn't mind one bit. 

She came quickly, the orgasm shuddering through her. I leaned back a little and watched the pleasure wash over her as I slowly pumped in and out of her very wet pussy.

I let her finish me off by blowing me until I came in her mouth. She coughed and then spit most of the sperm out of her mouth and onto a nearby shrub.

"Sorry," she sputtered, "I can't ... you know?"

"Swallow?"

"Yeah ... it just ... I mean I can't manage it. I have tried, but you know, I can't."

"It's perfectly all right. I enjoyed the hell out of it, Kat. You came didn't you?"

"Oh, man, did I!"

We straightened out our clothing and were preparing to rejoin the party inside.

"You know ..." She started to say, but stopped as we neared the sliding glass door to the bedroom of the house. I took her elbow and steered her back to the bench and we sat down and faced one another.

"Hey, Kat, we just finished boffing each other. Feel free to talk to me."

"Yeah, you're right, Ned. The truth is that I wanted you to do me."

"But you also had an ulterior motive, am I right?"

"Yeah ... how'd you know that?"

"I'm a really good guesser, Kat."

"You are," she admitted, and then told me a hell-of-a-lot more than I needed to know.

"I ... I was wondering if you might fit in with my 'play time.'"

"Your 'play time?'"

"I should'a said, "Our play time."

"Kat, you need to be more specific."

"Yeah, right. Umm, how much detail do you want?"

"Why don't you begin and when I've heard enough I'll stop you, okay?"

Kat nodded, "Yeah, okay. Well there's another couple. I won't say who they are. Not yet anyway."

"Okay," I said and waited for Kat to continue.

"Um, sometimes I watch them, sometimes there's another, a guy named Shawn and we..."

"Details, Kat."

"Yeah, details ... oh, well ... the first time I went home with them after meeting them at a club. I was drunk ... it's no excuse, I know, but I was drunk. Had I been sober I doubt I've have gone with them. The thing was ... neither of them touched me. 

They ... we... all went into their bedroom. They undressed. No one said a word. I sat in a chair and watched him go down on her. Eventually they 69'd. That was followed by his using a vibrator on her until she came. By then he was ready again, and..." 

I cut her off. "Okay, so you watched them that time. What about the next time?"

"Well, she, I mean the wife, gave me money to buy some sexy lingerie to wear when I came over. I was so happy to have these neat undies that I brought a nice, if cheap bottle of wine with me when I returned the next time.

"I was different from the start. First she hurriedly undressed me and he was feeling me up. Like his hands was everywhere. I was embarrassed, really embarrassed to the point where I tried to get dressed so I could leave. But the wife put a stop to his groping and I calmed down. After that, she talked me into modeling the stuff I'd bought. Of course I had brought the outfits with me. In fact, I guess I was hoping to put on a show for them.

"Once I had this revealing fishnet body stocking on I found I wanted to be touched, and let them fondle me." 

"I kissed her first, and then I kissed him. She was playing with my breasts when I grabbed his boner. I wanted to give him a blowjob, you know? I mean, I was sooo fucking horny by this time. I was on my knees and blowing him when she interrupted, and told me to get on the bed. I did, and she started to tie my wrists to the bed posts with some velvet bands. Not all that tight, but I couldn't get loose when I tried.

"She was careful not to hurt me; just touching me, getting me more excited every time she laid a hand on me, or licked me with her tongue. Oh, she had a very long tongue. I mean, she sent it into my pussy and I near died it went in so far, wriggling this way and that. After that I would let her do anything so long as she sent that tongue into me for a while."

"Did you cum?" I asked.

"Repeatedly, I mean, I was hot. I did things after that I never would have thought I'd even consider. That's how good she got me off.

"What things were they? I mean the things you probably wouldn't have done otherwise."

"I licked their asses."

"Wow, that's a biggie," I said. Wondering how far I could take Katlyn before she'd call a halt.

"I let him piss in my mouth. Now doesn't that gross you out?"

"No, not really. Did she piss in your mouth too?"

"Yeah ... she pissed all over me. Called it a 'golden shower initiation.'"

"I've tried that myself," I lied, figuring a little bonding on the subject might have benefits I hadn't thought of.

"So, Katlyn, tell me did you go down on her?"

She gave me a look of denial, but shook her head and said, "Yeah, I did."

"Tell me about it."

"They took pictures ... not him or her..."

The other Shawn came to mind. 

"He had a video camera and a regular camera. Took all kinds of pictures. They never let me see any though."

"Tell me more, Kat," I said.

"It's funny, you know? I mean, I didn't want to do it at first. Then I got into it, you know? I wanted to hear her moaning for it. I wanted to see her reaction. I gave special attention to her clit. She had a big one, almost a little cock. Well at least I could get it in my mouth and give it a good sucking. I drove her crazy doing it."

I had a roaring hardon at this point, but I couldn't fuck her for fear of being caught and ending her story as well. 

Katlyn never stopped talking.

"I discovered something about myself too."

"What was that?"

"Anything ... anything that ... that gave me the slightest a hint that she enjoyed it, I kept doing, over and over before moving on to another spot. Oh I got her cumming and wouldn't let up until he pulled me away. I would've kept licking and sucking her until she had a fuckin' heart attack. At least that's what they told me that first time."

"The first time?"

"Yeah, after that I was timed. They let me do her for forty minutes then I had to stop or they'd whip me."

"So tell me, Kat, is eating pussy so much different than, say, sucking cock?"

"I don't know," she replied. "I love cock. I love the smell of them and the feel of them; I love it when it spits in my mouth ... only I can't ... I can't, you know, swallow the stuff."

She reached out and touched my dick, running her hand up and down its length.

"Don't, not here anyway, Kat." I said warning her with my eyes that someone might be watching us.

She pulled her hand away like she'd burned it. "Yeah ... yeah," she muttered. "Umm, you live close by don't you?"

"I do."

"Can we ... go there and fuck?"

"I don't see why not," I said. "So, Kat, who are we talking about?"

"Huh?"

"Whose pussy were you eating?"

She answered without thinking. "Oh ... Mrs. Gallagher. Her husband's the president of New Market Bank downtown. Do you know them?"

I was beginning to think Kat was a dumb blonde with dark brown hair. But I answered, "I know Shawn Gallagher. Never met his wife." 

"Oh, she's something else, Ned."

"Hmmm," I said, planning our departure from the party. "Listen Kat. I'll go back inside and make my excuse and then leave. You wait until I leave and then say thank you and good evening to several people. I'll be waiting up the block for you."

"Okay," she said and gave my dick another quick rub. "Keep it hard for me."

"I will, my little slut, I will."

"Oh, I like that."

"What?"

"You calling me your little slut. I am you know."

"I know. Meet me at the corner, now."

"I will, Ned. I will."

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Back at my place I had her strip and lay on the bed.

"Tell me about the threesomes the Gallagher's involved you in," I said as I slapped her face with my dripping erection.

"Aren't you gonna do me?"

"I'll play with you while you tell me about those threesomes." I let my palm rest on her pussy then applied a light pressure.

"Mmmm, okay, I guess," she purred and giggled as my finger slid into her wetness.

"Celeste--that's Mrs. Gallagher--liked watching me suck her husband's cock. But when he was ready to cum I handed him over to her and she swallowed everything."

"Which was fine with you," I said.

"Yeah. Well you know how I can't swallow and all."

"Yes, I know," I fed her the finger I had just taken out of her sodden pussy and she eagerly sucked it clean. I sent that finger and another back inside her. 

"Go on," I murmured into her ear before biting the lobe.

"Mmmm, well sometimes there were three women there and three men. Me, Celeste and this heavy woman, I think her name was Christy. She was really fat, at least 300 pounds, maybe more."

"Who was the other Shawn?"

"Christy's boyfriend? I never knew his name."

"You go down on ... Christy?"

"I can't get into fat people, especially fat ladies."

"And who was the other Shawn?"

"Umm, I only know him as Charlie. I never seen him around. And it's a small town, you know?"

I decided to change course with my questions. "So tell me, what was the wildest sex scene you ever participated in?"

"I really want you in me, baby," she whined. "I'm sooo fuckin' horny, you know?"

"Answer my questions and I'll screw your brains out."

"You promise?"

"I promise." To prove the point I began fingering her at a much faster pace. She was grunting happily as she resumed talking.

"My wildest bit was the time they doubled me."

"They?"

"Mmmm, oh, fuck! That's good!"

A moment passed as I let her absorb her mini orgasm then I reminded her that she'd left off her story.

"Mmm, oh, yeah ... well Mr. Gallagher and Charlie told Celeste they had a surprise for her." She laughed, "It was me!"

I sent an exploratory finger into her ass. It went in easily enough, with Kat yelped like she'd been goosed. 

"I like that," she laughed. I love it up the ass."

"You were saying about..."

"Oh, yeah, well I was riding Charlie while Celeste was blowin' her husband. That's when Mr. Gallagher and him told her about the surprise. She took him from her mouth and said, 'What surprise?'"

"This one," he says, and climbs up on the bed, grabs me from behind, spreads my cheeks and slides that hard cock right in. Charlie just stayed still until Mr. Gallagher got going. Jesus, he was rock hard from Celeste sucking him off. Damn, it felt so friggin' good. They worked it so one pumped me then rested and the other pumped me. After a while they got to going at me together, you know? I know they could feel each other while they are in me. I should tell you that I didn't know what they were going to do until they did it. But I can't remember ever being that excited, you know?"

I nodded and told her to keep going.

"The only thing that might have made it better would have been another cock for my mouth. But you can't have everything."

"Sometimes less is better,' I said philosophically.

"I gotta tell you, I love it up the ass! Oh, I forgot. After both guys came in me, Celeste insisted on eating me out. I mean she cleaned out my pussy and my ass. Totally awesome!"

"I bet it was."

"Now you gonna fuck my brains out?'

"Of course I am, baby. Of course I am."

And I did. 

Afterward we discussed how I might fit in with her 'Playtime.'

After I told her I was certainly agreeable to meet with the Gallagher's Kat made a phone call, during which I heard my sexual capabilities praised to high heaven. Then I spoke with Mrs. Gallagher ("Oh, do call me Celeste!") and agreed to meet with them and Kat the following night.

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"You're really going?" Kat whispered after hanging up the phone.

"Of course."

"Gawd, that makes me feel ... a bit kinky." 

"I'm shocked, shocked I say! How can a sweet young thing like you even admit to that?"

She dug her fingers into my ribs.

"I'm serious. I like doing it when someone can see me," she rasped, looking into my eyes.

"I know that. After all, look at how we met."

She rubbed her belly against me. "Does that turn you on?"

"Yes."

"You're not hard."

"I will be, just give me time."

Her lips nibbled across my cheek. Her breath warm against my skin.

"You're teasing me, aren't you? You're having fun at my expense."

"This isn't costing you a cent, Kat. But we should savor the moment."

"Yes. Savoring is a good word. I'm going to savor you," Kat whispered obscenely.

"I'm going to savor your sweet silky cock."

I laughed at her comment and bent to her breast and the rubbery berry that topped it off. She sighed then shivered as I licked and sucked and blew cool air on her skin.

I cupped her tiny so hot crotch. Her hips surged against me, distracting her from mouth nipping at her nips.

I left her oh so sweet nub and headed south.

"Yiee," she screamed softly and clamped her thighs around my neck driving my chin into the bed between her legs. My tongue, a wild thing at the moment, found her molten core. I pivoted over her, wanting her mouth on me. She turned her face away and I stroked her forehead and cheek with my dick trying to find her mouth. She shook her head back and forth.

"Suck me. Suck it ... My clit."

Her belly muscles twitched then twanged.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh, I'm..." Her belly rippled like a horse's flank shaking off flies.

"Ah, ahh, ahhh ... THERE!" she groaned and collapsed into the bed. Her thighs split, releasing my head.




The XXX Bathroom Reader Ch. 04



I wanted to mark her. Make her mine by branding her. I sensed that at that moment she wanted it too.

I straddled her chest and rapped my swollen cock against the bridge of her nose.

"Open your mouth."

She shook her head back and forth.

"Yes, stick your tongue out or I'll tickle you," I warned. 

The tip of her tongue peeped out. I brushed my dick across her lips and tongue softly.

"More."

Her little pointed tongue slid straight out like a tiny pink penis and I rubbed the underside of my dick over it, back and forth.

"More," I growled unconvincingly. 

Her tongue disappeared for a moment then came back.

"Taste good?"

"No," she mumbled, trying not to open her lips.

"Open."

"No."

"Yes. Open." 

I lightly brushed my dick across her face as she shook her head less vehemently than before. "Open your mouth. I want to come in your mouth."

"Noooo," she moaned.

I slid my dick between her pursed lips and felt her tongue trying to escape.

"Lick it. Make me come," I growled softly. She shook her head giving me a nice sideways rub.

"Ah, that's nice. Lick it and suck harder." 

I lifted her head and slid two inches into her mouth. She sucked softly then started wiping her tongue back and forth under the head. A writhing snake laving my dick head. I groaned and held still, tensing while she brought me closer and closer.

"Ah, feels so good, Kat. You're really doing it," I groaned through gritted teeth.

Finally, I pulled away, realizing I'd almost lost it. I slid down over her and kissed her open, gasping mouth, tasting my saltiness.

Her hands grabbed my head and she pushed my face back from hers. "You put your cock in my mouth," she accused in a little girl voice.

"Yes."

"You made me do it."

"You liked it."

"You forced me."

"No."

"Yes, you forced me to suck you."

"You liked it."

"You made me do it."

"Wanna do it again?"

She didn't answer.

"Do it again?"

"Get off me."

I rolled off and knelt beside her. She sat up and wiping her mouth, crawled to the edge of the bed. She slumped, dangling her shins over the edge.

After a moment she sighed.

"My mouth is too small." She looked appraisingly at me. "I can't handle more than a couple of inches." She looked down at her hands, her hair a swaying dark curtain in the dim light.

"I noticed." I moved close behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and my legs around her butt. She leaned her head back against my shoulder and looked up into my face.

"I was going to let you cum in my mouth," she sighed. "Why did you stop?"

I kissed her forehead, and said, "Cause I didn't want you to just let me." 

"You had your tongue buried in me so why not?"

"I love putting my tongue in you. You're delicious and it gives you a nice cum."

"Yes, it did ... a very nice one." She licked my throat. "You're salty."

"How did you feel when I was forcing you?"

"I felt trapped. You were sitting on my chest and I couldn't move. You held my head and pushed your cock in my face."

"And?"

"I felt so helpless. You could do anything you wanted to me and there was nothing I could do to stop you." She licked my chest again. "So I just gave up and did what you told me to do." She shuddered against me.

"Was it bad? Was I scaring you?"

"No, it wasn't bad or scary. When you started poking that thing in my face I didn't want to, but ..." She pulled her head up and looked at me intently. "I started getting into it." 

Kat stopped talking and her eyes narrowed. She thought for a moment before continuing. "You were dominating me in such a gentle but persistent way; almost like you were teasing. And I liked it after I realized that all I had to do was say 'stop' and you would."

I hugged her lightly, "Yeah, I felt that."

"You felt it? What do you mean?"

"Your empathy. I'm very aware of people's feelings, especially yours." I stroked her back from shoulder to butt. "Your skin is a role model for silk. I love the feel of you."

"Don't change the subject. You know I'm an alpha female at work and for me to say you're a beta male is probably too generous."

"Yup. You make decisions and I make recommendations." I stroked her back up and down slowly before cupping and squeezing her butt.

"Stop that. You can play with my butt later. 

I'm..."

I cut her off. "I can talk and fondle butt at the same time."

"It's distracting. You're putting zingies up my spine."

"Good grief girl, what do you think your licking me is doing to me?"

"Okay, I'll stop."

"You already did."

"Shall I do it again?"

"No, it's my turn now." 

I ducked my head to her firm breast and licked salty skin.

"More zingies," she groaned.

"Mmmm," I mumbled around her nipple. I felt her arm start jiggling. She was rubbing fast with three slick fingers pressed hard and flat against her pussy.

"Harder," she moaned. I bit harder and twisted her other nipple lightly.

"Oh, it's close. A nice little one."

I chewed her al dente nipple with my teeth.

"Yesssss! She hissed," and came with a little lurch against me. "Ah, so good. It's nice to be held while cumming," she panted. "That was a dreamy little cum." 

Her head lolled back against my shoulder and I brushed my mouth over hers, inhaling her warm, sweet breath.

"Your cock got hard, you voyeur." She reached around to stroke the few inches standing above her thigh. She slid off the bed to the floor and scrambled to her knees. "Come here, you naughty man," she said in a soft purring voice.

She pulled my butt to the edge of the bed and smiling up at me, kissed the head of my dick making it twitch. She laughed and started licking around the head making me groan.

"Put it in your mouth. Do it like you did before." Giving orders while I could still talk.

She sucked like a nursing baby. Short hard pulses that were going to short circuit my brain very soon. She started jacking my dick with one little hand, the other busy between her legs.

"Sucking good," I moaned trying to hold back for just a little longer.

I forced my body to relax and grabbed her head, pulling her off. "Sit. Put your back against the side of the bed." I kneeled on the floor before her, my dick twitching in front of her face. I pushed forward to her lips and she opened her mouth slightly. I nudged her lips and she let me slide in. I put both hands on the bed and starting slowly fucking her mouth going ever so slightly deeper with each stroke. 

She gagged, I pulled out and didn't move while she coughed. Her mouth opened, one little hand palmed my balls and the other started stroking me. Faster and faster she stroked.

"I want it. Give it to me." She chanted, "Come, come, come." Her tongue flicked back and forth under my dick faster than an old Sicilian mandolin player's pick.

"Arghh!" I grunted and squirted molten semen. She gagged when the first spurt splattered the back of her throat. Time seemed to stop. A moment stretching to minutes. I felt another burning blob coming down the pipe and groaned in both pain and pleasure.

"God, God, good," I groaned.

It coated her tongue as I felt yet another one coming. I lurched forward and she got more than two inches. I could feel her throat clenching and releasing around my dick head as she swallowed. Nirvana, Valhalla or some Kingdom of Heaven was on me. As well as Kat's tongue. 

She sucked hard then started a gentle nursing. The electric charges zapping my skin slowly faded to pleasant warm tingles. I sighed. She nursed. I shivered. She chuckled. 

Try that with a sensitive dick in your mouth ... ladies. Please.