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Monday, February 10, 2014

Our Dirty Secret byTotalKnockout©

You have this look on your face of intense concentration as you lock the door to the apartment, like a man on a very serious mission. This makes me giggle because I know what we're about to do, and knowing our dirty little secret makes me giddy. You catch my eye:

"What are you giggling about?"

But that's a silly question. We both know. You crack a smile and grab my hand as we walk out.

The bar is only four blocks away but my ass and legs are starting to shiver under my skirt as the cold air hits the bare skin above my thigh highs. I grin and bear it. The coldness is a necessary evil if we are to succeed with our little plan.

The bar is like an underground speakeasy, known only to the locals and insiders. It's a very specific scene, mostly young educated 20 and 30 somethings. DJs with Ivy League educations and hipster entrepreneurs fill the comfy leather armchairs and sofas most nights of the week, drinking whiskey and cheap beer, chatting and debating or listening to local bands play. Even for a Wednesday night, the place is already jumping. We know the band who's playing tonight, and as we walk in, your friend, Greg, waves us over to the dark corner area he and his buddies already staked out for us. You and I like to joke about Greg, his false bravado and skeezy ways around women and the fact that for an attractive guy, he rarely gets any pussy. And sure enough, we both catch him glancing at my tits far too long than necessary as he ushers us over to the deep armchairs and couches in the corner. We share a knowing smirk. Somehow, Greg's obvious letch for my tits makes what we're about to do that much hotter. I'm already wet and throbbing and nothing's happened yet--

"Sorry, it's a bit tight."

The corner is already packed with their group of friends and not everyone is here yet. There's an empty armchair in the back still open.

"That's okay, man, we'll share," you say to Greg nonchalantly as you toss your coat on the chair, "Won't we, babe?" You give my ass a playful swat and wink at me. Greg watches us. I smirk as you pull me down into your lap. The chair is deep and roomy with high sides, made of some really worn leather. Even with your long legs and my wide hips there's room for both of us.

The whole group is mostly your friends and their various girlfriends, and normally I'd be social and friendly but tonight, I have other things on my mind. Sitting in your lap I feel you get hard through your jeans, the outline pressing firmly into the groove of my ass, so close and yet so far from my throbbing pussy. The warm-up band has started playing when you lean forward and whisper in my ear, "Do it."

I get up slowly, excusing myself while giving you a chance to cross your legs discretely. My legs are wobbly as I walk to the bathroom, my breath intensifying. I can't believe we're going to do this. I lock myself in one of the stalls and take a moment to breathe against the door for a second. I reach behind me and feel the little clear buttplug right at my opening, and run my fingers over it. My asshole spasms. My pussy gets wetter. I work the plug with my fingers and then slowly pull it out and a glob of lube drips out onto my panties.

Right before we left the apartment, you bent me over the table and pulled down my panties. I remember the feeling, cold and strange, as you filled the anal syringe with a generous helping of lube, inserted it squirting the lube deep inside and then worked the butt plug into my ass while fingering my spasming pussy. All the while telling me in detail what you were going to do once this plug came out. Mmmmm... even the memory was making me wet. The sounds of the flushing toilets brought me back to reality as I stuffed my wet panties and butt plug into my bag and walked gingerly back to our chair, praying that any lube that leaked out of my ass would be soaked up by my poor thigh highs.

We lock eyes and you know from my slight nod that it's done, I'm ready. I settle back into your lap, pulling my coat over us slightly. A lot of your friends have their attention on the stage where the band is playing. You whisper in my ear, "Shift a little," and I feel you unzip and take your still-hard cock out of your jeans. "Okay" you whisper and I shift back. I'm immediately rewarded by the feeling your bare cock against my slippery ass. I can't help but groan a little involuntarily. I feel your hand tighten around my leg to remind me I have to be as quiet as I can. We sit there awhile, me wiggling imperceptably against your cock, the head right between my cheeks. Greg turns and asks you what time it is, you answer him casually, as if nothing was happening. I can feel both of our hands sweating.

Everyone is watching the band now, so you take the opportunity to grab your cock and adjust it so it is pressing right at the opening of my asshole. The head pops in and now it's your turn to gasp. I'm almost afraid to breathe, I can't believe we are doing this... Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, you sink deeper and deeper into my warm slippery asshole until I'm settled completely on your lap.

We're both very still as we look around to make sure we haven't been caught. No one is even looking at us. Just the thought of what might happen if some one realizes you are fucking my dirtiest hole in public is enough to make my ass throb. I feel your cock twitch inside me. We're both sweating. You press your face into the back of my neck and slowly exhale. You kiss the side of my face, my pussy drips onto your lap. Every so often when we think no one is paying attention, you pull back further into the seat and hump my ass with small movements of your hips under me. We're both aroused to a fevered pitch.

Soon we realize the band is taking a break between sets. There's nothing we can do, so I just stay in your lap as your friends settle around us and begin talking again. I feel you trying to normalize your breath so you don't call attention to us. I can't believe we're doing this. There's no escape now, not until the band begins their next set.

"You okay, man?" Greg asks you, flopping down on the couch across from us.

"Yeah, it's just hot in here..." you say trying to cover how sweaty you are, "Pass me that beer, babe?" I reach for the beer on the coaster in front of me and pass it back to you.

You kiss my ear and tell me, "Thanks babe." You take a long swing. Greg smirks at us. It's like he senses we're up to mischief. I doubt he imagines that you've got your long, hard cock buried in my asshole though...

The conversation continues as best we can manage. We pass the beer back and forth to each other, sharing the bottle and taking absent-minded swigs, trying not to betray the fact that we are ass-fucking in the armchair in a room full of our friends and drunk hipsters.I can feel the lube seeping out of me around your cock and onto your lap. I catch Greg staring at me again and I manage to flicker a small smile at him, the whole time all I can feel is your swollen cock throbbing inside me. I'm sweating and trying not to shake. My palms and the backs of my knees are damp. This is torture. Amazing torture. I turn slightly back to look at you and we lock eyes. You don't have to say anything. I get the plan.

As soon as the band begins their next set, I lift off your cock, letting it slide out and flop on your leg. You scramble to stuff it back in your pants as lube starts involuntarily trickling out my stretched asshole. I lean forward to grab a napkin on the table and pass it back to you. It's easier for our friends not to notice you pressing the napkin up against my asshole and holding it in place, stemming the flow. It's awkward but it's better than having me leak lube down the front of your jeans betraying our secret. You wedge the napkin in my ass crack and then pat my bum to signal me to get up. I grab my bag and walk quickly and purposefully towards the back hallway of the club. You follow. This is the best place not to get caught, as the bathrooms all have stalls. Some of the bartenders park their bikes in the hallway, but people rarely come in other than that. We stake out an empty spot under the stairs away from the door.

My bag drops to the floor and we're both trembling and sweating as you grab me around my waist from behind. You're still breathing heavy but you don't waste any time. I feel your palm in the middle off my back bending me over, and then you lift my skirt up baring my naked ass. You quickly wipe my asshole with the saturated cocktail napkin and throw it to the floor. My knees feel like buckling so I grip onto the bottom of the stairs above our heads for support as I hear you spit on your hand and lube up your cock quickly before more lube drips out of my ass. We are just barely in private and while unlikely, anyone could open the door or walk down the stairs and catch us.

I feel the head of your cock finding my asshole again and then you thrust into my dialated hole in one go and let out an animal grunt. Your body slaps against my ass as you grip my hips and fuck me hard from behind. I can hear the squishing noises of the lube in my ass being displaced by your hard cock, over your animalistic grunts. I want to touch my clit but I'm afraid I will fall if I let go of the stairs, so I keep my hands gripped tight where they are as you pound away at my tight ass. Your pace gets quicker and quicker and I can imagine that intense serious look you get on your face when you're fucking me. "I'm cumming" you groan, and then I whimper, feeling your cock spurting blast after blast of hot cum deep in my asshole. That's all it takes to send me over the edge. I let out a moan as I cum, my whole pussy spasming. All of a sudden, your hand is over my mouth, muffling my moan, as we hear footsteps coming down the stairs above us. You hold still in my ass, my contracting hole still milking your cock gently, as a busboy walks past the staircase and through the back door. He doesn't see us. We both exhale.

You kiss the back of my neck and pull your shrinking cock out of my dripping hole. I can still barely move. "Stay there a sec, baby" you say, as if I had a choice. You reach into my purse and fish out the butt plug. You insert it in my ass and hold it in place while my swollen asshole closes around it, gripping it tight. You pat my ass and helps me up. We can't help but giggle. Your serious face is gone and now you look like the cat that got the canary. You kiss me and pinch my ass cheek affectionately. "We should get back" I say. You grab my bag and we head for the door.

My asshole is filled with your cum. Later, I know you'll want to lick my ass, tasting your load as it drips out of my tight hole, but that will have to wait. For now, it has to be our dirty little secret.

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Friday, January 31, 2014

Annie's Anal Addiction Ch. 01 bylibidinal©

Lately I'd been seeing this guy, Tim, who made a big point of telling me that he had always been straight, and never even had a single thought or fantasy about men. He'd squirm every time I'd even mention anything about men getting sexy with each other, or when there'd be a gay scene in a movie or on a TV show. I once wanted to rent a bisexual adult video where babes made it with each other, as did guys. But he'd have no part of that, even though Tim loved watching sex videos, and drooled over the sight of two babes making it. I even promised him that sometime soon I'd try to get a girlfriend to join me and him for a threesome so he could watch me make it with a babe. He knew I was bi, I told him that on our first date, and it really turned him on to hear that, it made me seem even more appealing to him than if I were plain straight.

I had just spent the afternoon getting it on with Tim. He's a great-looking competitive swimmer with a trim, muscled body and a thick, hard cock which, believe me, he knows how to use. And he's got energy to burn. He's always thinking about sex and wanting to do it. Which makes him a perfect guy for me, because one thing I've learned about myself is that I'm supercharged in the sex department.

We had just finished up a hot, nasty, sweaty round of feverish lovemaking.

"Gee, Annie, that was just great! Your pussy and butthole felt so goddamn tight it was like I was fucking a goddamn virgin or something."

"Gimme a break! Me? A virgin?" I laughed, knowing it had been quite a while since there had been anything at all virginal about me.

Then a wicked thought came to me.

"But we do have one virgin in this room."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.

"Guess."

I loved that innocent, puzzled look on Tim's face.

"I don't know. Tell me, what are you getting at."

I put a finger in my mouth, licking it, then reached down behind his balls and slid the finger right up his ass.

"I'm getting at this. You're still a virgin down there. So maybe now it's time finally to take care of that cherry butthole of yours."

Tim shook his head, still puzzled.

"C'mon, Tim. You love it when I lap away at your asshole with my tongue, and then after I get it nice and wet when I stick a finger or two inside and fondle you. I know how sensitive you are between those cute cheeks of yours. So now how about seeing what it's like to really get screwed there? To feel it nice and thick and hard all the way inside?"

"I don't know, Annie. I don't know if that's really my thing--"

"Aw, Tim!" I begged. "It would really flip me out to do you like that! It really would. Can I? Please! You fuck me up the ass all the time, don't you? And you know how much I crave it, how I love having your dick up my butt. So now I want to show you how great that feels; I want to fuck your ass, dude!"

"I don't know..."

"Oh come on... please!" I begged.

"It would really turn you on that much? To do that to me?"

"It would! It really would!

"Oh, okay. If you want to so much--"

"I do! I do!" I panted, excited beyond belief that Tim was finally relenting.

"Stay right there," I said, opening my underwear drawer, reaching under my bras and panties to bring out my sex toys.

"What're those?" he asked.

"What do they look like? This is called a vibrator and this is called a dildo."

"Stop being a smartass, Annie. I know what they're called. Are those the things you want to use on me?"

"What do you think?" I purred, flashing a sexy smile and snuggling up to him. He couldn't stop staring at my toys.

"These are my very special friends," I said, handling them. "You know, Tim, sometimes when a girl finds herself all alone she needs a little help from her friends. Now I want them to become your friends as well."

"That's a strange way of putting it, your 'friends.'"

"It's not so strange. You know, friends are friends because they're there when you need `em. Know what I mean?."

"Gee! I didn't know you did that."

"Did what? Masturbated? Beat off? Stuffed a rubber cock up my cunt and my ass? Hey, I'm a healthy, red-blooded American female. Naturally I beat off. Don't you like whacking off that nice, big cock of yours?"

"Yeah. But...."

"But what, Tim?"

"But nothing, I guess," he said, sheepishly.

"Now be a good boy. Turn over and get on your elbows and knees. Let me see that cute butt of yours."

I looked him over as he got on his knees and stuck out his ass like a slut in heat. He was never shy about offering me his bottom.

"Ooooooh! Just look at that cute ass of yours, Tim. It looks good enough to eat!"

I spread his buns and worked my tongue into his crack. Tim loved it whenever I did that to him. So now I took my time, licking every nook and cranny of his tight, puckered asshole. He swooned as I dug into his ass and probed his anal passage with my warm, slippery tongue.

"Uh huh! Just like that!" he said, sighing with pleasure and swaying his hard buns in my face.

"See, Tim? You love it! You love it in the ass!"

"I love your tongue down there."

"And here's something else I know you love."

I slid my middle finger into his anus, already moistened with my saliva, and it went in smoothly. I loved that feeling of a dude's or a babe's tight anal walls pressing against my probing finger. Then I slid in a second finger.

"Oooooh, go slow!" he begged as I excitedly dug those two fingers up his hot, tight bottom.

"Come on, Tim, don't whine. I know what I'm doing. I'm gonna make you feel real good."

His anus was beginning to feel dry as I dug my fingers inside, and I thought it was time to lubricate him. So I pulled out my fingers and got the tube of lubricating jelly I keep next to my bed.

"Hold yourself open for me.”

I squeezed out a dab onto his asshole.

"Hey, it feels cold!" he said, surprised.

"Well, I'll just have to warm it up then."

I dug my two fingers back up his now slick anal passage, massaging him.

"Does it feel warmer now?"

"Yeah! It's beginning to feel real warm and real good."

I worked a third finger inside, the rubber band-like muscle of his dilated anus gripping my fingers tightly. But I wouldn't let that sphincter stop my inward passage, as I slid my three fingers all the way to the base and deep into his ass. Once inside, I twisted and churned them in his rectum, massaging his innards and stimulating his aroused prostate. Maybe it's just my luck, or maybe it's that I always seem to search out that route, but most of the guys I've made it with just love to have their bottoms probed, none more than Tim.

Now I pulled my fingers out and picked up the vibrator. I covered it with a layer of jelly, then greased his asshole some more.

"Okay, stud. Now get ready for this."

After all my fingering, the vibrator went in smoothly, though he winced a bit at first.

"Do it real easy," he begged. "I don't take it up the ass all the time the way you do."

I laughed. He had my number!

Looking down at that vibrator as it pierced his asshole, I thought back to when I had been licking Brad's asshole and thinking of all the cocks that had been buried up there. Thoughts of dudes screwing and sucking each other were definitely pressing my button lately. In fact, I'd bet that a lot of babes get an instant wet pussy just thinking about two really good looking guys having sex with each other. Especially if the men are basically straight, masculine studs. Just as guys like to imagine real foxy and feminine babes getting it on with each other, not a couple of butch dykes.

"Hey, Tim. You love sex so much. How come you never made it with a guy?"

"You know, Annie. I'm straight!"

"Yeah, you always say that. But you sure seem to like to take it up the ass."

"Yeah, but with a chick doing it to me. That's different."

"Maybe someday you'll try it with a dude. I'd love to see that. Watching a guy slide his thick, greased cock up your ass. Or you doing him."

"Hey, stop saying that!" he pleaded, but that only spurred me on. I was feeling wicked!

"Oh, you'd love it!" I teased him.

The battery-powered vibrator was now deep in his ass, and I turned it on. Tim began to sway his buttocks, and buck them against my probing hand.

"Yeah! Look at me. I'm screwing your hot, little ass. And you're loving it."

His eyes were closed and he didn't say anything.

"Aren't you?"

"Uh huh-- yeah-- I am."

"Well good. Because I think you're ready for something a little bigger now. And a little thicker!"

I held up my trusty old dildo, made of flesh-colored rubber, and looking amazingly life-like, down to the details of the veins along the shaft. On the box it said it was molded from the actual cock of a porn star.

"Nice, huh?" I said, waving it in his face as he looked at a little uncomfortably, though his eyes seemed riveted by it.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"I'm about to shove this up your butt, babe. Every single inch of it!"

I fisted the dildo the way I fisted Tim's cock.

"Ready? Ready to take this up the ass, dude?"

"I guess--" he stammered.

"But first I want to see something else," I said holding the dildo right up against my crotch and kneeling by his face. "First I want to see you suck it!"

"Now wait a second!" he said, resisting. "You didn't say anything about that."

I knew it was one thing to shove it up his ass. Tim had already shown that he loved being probed back there. But sucking it, that was definitely a fag thing to do. He knew it and I knew it.

"Oh please! Pretty please!" I cooed seductively, pushing it in his face. "Look at it, Tim, it's my cock. And you like going down on me, don't you, Tim?"

"Down on your pussy, yeah."

"So now I got a cock," I purred. "Please suck my cock, Tim, please!"

Finally he couldn't resist, nervously opening his lips as I forced the rubber cock between them. God, the sight sent a chill running through me. There was sexy Tim, sucking my cock!

"Yeah, suck it" I hissed. "Suck it, you cocksucker!"

He was about to pull back, but I forcibly held his head in place, feeding it to him.

"Very good, very good," I said, finally pulling back. "You surprise me, Tim, you really do know how to suck a cock."

He suddenly blushed a deep shade of red. I'd never seen him blush before, and I loved it! He looked so cute like that.

Now I greased up the dildo real slow right in front of his eyes, making a big show of it and getting him all excited. Then I turned him around again and worked some more jelly into his asshole.

"C'mon. Hold yourself open for me."

There was the bullseye of his slick, lubed anus staring me in the face. I pushed the slick knob of the dildo into his crack.

"Here goes, stud."

He winced as the knob penetrated him, but the knob was the thickest part, so after that was inside I knew it was going to be smooth sailing. Inch by inch, I worked the full length of the dildo all the way inside him. I was mesmerized by the sight, his stretched anus gripping the rubber shaft as it disappeared up his rectum.

"How's that feel?"

"Feels pretty good," he groaned.

He started pushing back on it now. I knew he'd love getting fucked like this. Tim was real sensual, really into body pleasure. Plus he was very anal. You should've seen the way he went at my asshole! And, like he said, he always loved it when I played with his.

"Look at you," I said. "You are just loving it!”

His cock was nice and hard again, even though he had just let go of a massive load. So I wrapped my fingers around his awakened shaft as I plowed the dildo up his ass.

"Oh wow, baby! You're getting fucked. You crave all that dick up your ass, don't you?"

He moaned in the affirmative. He was at my mercy now, so I thought I'd take a chance teasing him again on that taboo subject.

"Now try to imagine it was a guy doing it to you, with a real cock. A nice thick one. Picture it. You're on your knees with a horny stud behind you. His dick is big and smooth and hard and he's working it into the crack of your ass. You feel him pressing it up against your asshole, and you know that in a moment he's going to be inside you. Fucking you. Screwin' you up the fuckin' ass!"

"C'mon, Annie, shut up!" he said, craning his neck to look at me, blushing again.

But I was shameless! It was really turning me on, talking to Tim like this, goading him, making him at least think about it.

"Yeah! Some hung stud with a rock-hard dick pumping his meat up your butt. And then you'd get your turn, babe. Forcing that thick, hard shaft of yours up some horny dude's tight asshole and fucking the shit out of him. Uh huh! Wouldn't you just love that!"

I was really getting myself into quite a frenzy here, screwing Tim's butt and massaging his swollen cock with my other hand.

"Makes me so fuckin' horny just thinking about it, Tim. And before you slammed it up the dude's ass, I'd want to see him suck it. He'll love it, the way I love it. You got so much dick to suck down there, babe."

I think that was easier for him to take, the thought of having a dude go down on him and then turn around and offer Tim his butt. Even straight dudes sometimes get a charge of doing that, I'd heard.

"Then he'd do you," I whispered in his ear as I reamed out his butthole, "He'd make you swallow his cock and shove his deep inside you."

He may have hated that idea, but with me fucking his ass, fisting his cock, and whispering these nasty fantasies in his ear, Tim's big penis suddenly began to throb in my hand as he blasted yet another load, his third in twenty-four hours.

Finally, I pulled it out of him.

"Yeah!" I said, turning him around and giving him a kiss. "That's what it's like to be fucked in the ass!"

There was this woman in my jazz dance class who, for some reason, was making my clit twitch. She was quite a few years older than me, maybe even thirty, and I knew she was a wife and mother. Once her husband picked her up after class, bringing their two young daughters.

We hit it off from the first day of class, Karen and me, despite our age difference. Like me, she was rather athletic, with this very slender, almost boy-like but gym-honed body, and a very pretty face.

She was probably ten years older than I was, but was youthful and vigorous. Since I’m flagrantly bisexual and sometimes intensely attracted to foxy women, I couldn’t help fixating on her a little.

But I figured that being a wife and a mother she was probably as straight as they came. Though this wife and mother managed to bring a little tingle to my private parts every time she walked into class. Dressed as she always was in a skintight leotard, I often couldn't keep my eyes off her. And the funny thing is she didn't have what you'd call a knockout, feminine body under that leotard either. She was sort of a runt, in fact. She hardly had any tits, and had these narrow hips, all of which added to her boyish appearance. Plus, her hair was cut real short, like a guy's.

But despite her boyish appearance, or maybe partly because of it, there was just this erotic glow about her, her boyish looks a big part of her allure for me. She sort of turned me on as a babe and as a guy. Plus, there was something about the way she moved, displaying the physical gracefulness of a well-oiled cat.

I knew she was probably straight, but I couldn't help gazing at her. I usually let her get in front of me so I could stare at her smooth thighs and her tight ass, watching her move. In dance class everything is highlighted. Everyone’s wearing skintight leotards or gym shorts and covered with the sheen of sweat that comes from vigorous physical activity. If you're a bad specimen to begin with, you're probably going to look even worse in this setting. But if you're pretty fit specimen, then that's going to be highlighted too.

To me the environment reeked of sex. There were guys in the class as well, most of them gay, but not all. A few of them were jocks taking dance to develop certain of their athletic skills, and a couple of these dudes made me cream too, sometimes. But it was Karen who was the real attraction for me here.

So, as the class progressed, I began to daydream about this foxy wife and mother, with her slender waist, narrow hips but cute ass, her washboard stomach and perfect legs. And then, whenever I walked in on her naked in the locker room, my head literally began to spin, I was that excited.

"Hi," I said, walking into the locker room and seeing her standing there, naked, drying herself off after showering.

"Oh hi, Annie," she said cheerfully.

"That was a good class," I said nonchalantly, eager to change right in front of her so she could see me naked too.

"Yeah it was," she said, and I thought her gaze lingered a moment at the sight of my nudity.

Then she looked like she wanted to say something.

"Can I ask you a question?" she finally said. "I hope I'm not being presumptuous or anything, and that you won't take this wrong and get angry. I may be making all this up. But I've noticed you've been looking at me, sort of looking at me in this -- uh-- special way. If I'm just making it up, I'm real sorry. But I thought I'd mention it. I just felt I had too."

She looked down shyly, having trouble continuing.

"Go on," I urged, overcoming my surprise.

"Well, I was just wondering whether maybe you were -- oh, it's so hard for me to say this -- I was wondering whether you were maybe -- attracted to women?"

Had I been wrong in assuming she was straight? Or was she straight, but I'd been so blatant in the way I had looked at her, with unconcealed desire in my eyes, that now she just had to mention something about it to me?

I took a deep breath, wondering how to respond. I was a little taken aback that she had noticed this in me, detecting that there was something sexual about the way I gazed at her. But I was also sort of thrilled that it showed, that all this was coming out.

"Well, sometimes I am attracted to women," I admitted. "You weren't just making it up."

"You aren't gay though, are you?" she asked.

"No, I'm not gay. But I do enjoy intimacy with women sometimes. It can be very nice," I told her.

"But what about the guys you go out with? she asked.

"What about them?" I said, smiling. "I do my thing with them and the rest is my business."

"I see," she said, smiling knowingly.

This was getting me all excited.

"How about you, Karen?" I asked now. "Tell me a little about your sexuality? Are you also attracted to females?"

"Well, as you know, I'm married," she said. "And I've always thought of myself as being 100% straight. Truthfully, I've never in my life had sex with another female, not even once."

Neither of us said anything for a moment, as I waited for her to continue.

"But there have been times when I've wanted to it, try being intimate with a woman and to see what that was all about."

She couldn't have been more frank.

"Is this one of those times?" I asked, looking right into her eyes.

"Uh huh-- yeah-- I think so," she stammered, blushing a little.

"Well what you noticed was true, Karen," I now confessed to her. "I have been looking at you in a special way. And yes, you do turn me on and I've even had these nasty fantasies about you?"

"Like what?" she asked, burning with curiosity. "Fantasies about what?"

"All sorts of things!" I teased.

She was breathing hard and fast and I thought I could even hear her heart faintly beating.

"I don't know whether I should?" she said, squirming a little.

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Monday, January 6, 2014

Hot Diamonds byChasingStarlight©

"Lower the gun, Rose. It's just us."
His voice slid like smooth velvet over her skin, the words a breath of air along the curve of her neck as she felt a hand fall to the gentle curve of her hips. Because Rose knew it was going to happen her body didn't stiffen when she felt the hardness of his press into her backside. His fingers drew a lingering caress up along her side; through the thin fabric of her silk blouse she felt him clearly, as if she were wearing not a stitch of the tailored dress suit. Rose's lashes fluttered, the trail of goosebumps along his fingers betrayed the steady tone of her voice.
"Take your hands off me. Now. This isn't the place or time." She felt his lips curved against his neck and shivered when the edge of his teeth pressed into her skin. His body only pressed closer.
"Not yet. You don't want me to, not really."
"Yes, I — "
"Don't lie, Rose. Your body doesn't." The words came a moment before she shivered and fought back a whimper when teeth all too briefly bit down onto her neck. The gun slipped from her hand into his; a second later she heard it hit the desk. "You've been dreaming about me again, about us. Haven't you?"
"You wouldn't have come for just that." Rose moistened her lips and swept her eyes around the darkened third floor of the newspaper building. Everyone else had left hours ago, only the janitor and security lurked now. They were at least a couple floors away, having both been down there no more than ten minutes ago. Somehow he always seemed to have perfect timing. Instead of answering him she attempted to shift and create some measure of space between him and the desk. It didn't work.
"No," came the deep murmur as his hand traveled further up along her chest and slowly palmed one rounded breast. In his arms she trembled; her eyes closed when his thumb teasingly brushed along her nipple until it proudly erected beneath blouse. The soft moans couldn't be held back when he then teased its twin and gave both slow, deep pinches. "The Dreyford diamonds."
"The Dreyford diamonds? I don't know anymore than you. They were just stolen, no leads, too hot to sell right now. Any smart thief — "
Her words cut off with a sudden gasp and half cry as she was suddenly pushed forward to bend at the waist over her desk, his knee wedging her legs apart and settling closely nestled between them. Tightly he held her wrists at the small of back with one hand, the other searching through the desk drawers beside him. In the bottom one he found what he was looking for: an extra pair of stockings.
"You're lying again." The words came as he efficiently bound her wrists with the nylon and then moved his hands underneath her, undoing button after button until it revealed her bra. With a forceful tug the bra came down, exposing her breasts and still pebbled nipples. Only for a moment did he fondle them again, though, before slipping his hands away and letting her press into the desk. "You met with the Prospero son today."
"It was just a lead, nothing — "
SMACK!
Rose yelped when his hand came down hard and firm on the swell of her ass. Against the desk she shuddered as she felt the flicker of heat between her thighs. "Prospero didn't have anything useful!"
SMACK!
Again she shuddered, this time bit down onto her lower lip.
"What else is there?"
Rose's eyes squeezed shut as his hands slid up the skirt to her waist; freely she shivered when he ran a finger tip along the slit of her folds, sheer covered by the black underwear. His hand slid the panties to her thighs before parting her legs wider. This time when his hand came down it did so on her exposed pussy; he grinned when she let out a sharp cry. When she still didn't answer him his hand came down again. Again and again. Each one was awarded with a deliciously whimpered moan that grew louder with each smack of his hand. It wasn't until the sixteenth did she answer him, her thighs trembling.
"Prospero said he'd heard rumors about a rogue thief," She paused, inhaled sharply as she heard his zipper lower, felt the rustle of jean and skin. Then his hand came down on her ass, stinging it with a fresh imprint. On the end of the moan, Rose continued. "Someone kicked out of the White Dragons — " Loudly she gasped and then moaned deeply, her head arching back as he gripped a hand in her long hair and filled her with one thrust of his thick cock. "But he wasn't sure who."
Fully he pulled out of her before thrusting in again. Now Rose surrendered, her hips held still by his hand as he bucked his hips into hers, taking her hard, deep and quick. She was already so tightly wound around him, her juices drenching his cock that quivered inside of her with each sound of heightening pleasure emitting from her parted mouth. Beneath her the desk creaked as he thrusted quicker, his fingers nearly bruising in their tight hold.
"Don't cum yet, Rose... not yet... "
Not yet?! Her mind screamed. "Please! Please! I need to — "
"Hello? Is someone there?"
The sound of the janitor broke cold across Rose who quickly swallowed a deep moan. In the blink of an eye she felt him withdraw, then the rush of cool air behind her. Her body violently shaking with the pent up need that burned inside her, she lay there quietly as possible and prayed to disappear within the darkness. Only until the janitor shuffled away minutes later did she dare lift up from the desk. As her eyes looked to the nylon discarded beside her she saw one word scribbled on the paper beside it.
Cum.

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Sunday, October 13, 2013

My First Day As a Pro Domme byMustangKathi©

The building was on 31st Street near Fifth Avenue, a short walk from the Empire State Building. This was a thoroughly unremarkable commercial district, home to import/export businesses, wholesale clothing, numerous print shops and a couple of electrical repair shops. I checked the directory, and found "HC" on the fourth floor. I rang the buzzer, and walked in.

There was no doorman — just a narrow hallway leading to a single elevator. It was old, the kind where you to pull back a folding gate after the electronic door had opened. I got in and pushed the button.

At the fourth floor, the door opened to reveal an attractive, light-skinned black woman dressed in a corset. I opened the folding gate.

"Hi, I'm Dahlia," said the woman. "Come on in."

My name is Kathi. I had graduated from college two years ago, and was splitting my time between playing in punk bands (much fun, no money) and working at Babeland, a sex toy store owned and run by women (some fun, some money) in the Lower East Side. I wasn't ready for a 9-to-5 job, but I could use some more cash, and a friend in another band mentioned that she used to enjoy working as a dominatrix. I had some experience with BDSM — I got my first pair of handcuffs in high school, and I loved to get a good spanking, so I thought this might work.

I checked the want ads in the Village Voice, and found that Rebecca's Hidden Chamber was hiring. I called the number, and made an appointment for an interview.

Dahlia led me to the back and offered me a seat on a couch.

"This will be your first time domming?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"Cool. Here's what we do," she said. "We open at 11:00, and we close at midnight. You can make your own hours, but we ask that you put in at least twenty hours a week. At first, there's a lot of waiting around, and you can read or get on the computer or whatever. When a guy calls up, I answer and describe who's working. For you, I'd say you're a young Asian girl ...."

"Korean," I said.

"Let's go with Asian; it sells better. A young Asian girl with a beautiful ass and a kinky disposition. Something like that. After a while, you should develop some regulars, so you can fill your schedule accordingly. You should be able to get three regulars in an eight hour shift, plus one walk-in."

"We offer three kinds of sessions. The standard one involves no touching at all — basically flogging, paddling, caning — stuff like that. Then then there's "physical," which involves some touching — cock & ball torture, slapping, tickling. And "medical," which is anything anal.

"The rates are $150/$180/$210. You collect the money at the beginning of the session and give it to me. At the end of your shift, I'll cash you out — 50% of what you bring in. You should make $300 - $400 a shift, plus tips."

"There is no sex of any kind. No blow jobs, no hand jobs and no fucking. The client will jerk himself off, but you can't do it for him. Now let me show you the rooms."

We walked back down the hallway to the front of the building.

"This is the blue room."

Inside was a couch, what I learned was a St. Andrew cross, and small, four-poster bed with numerous hooks on the side for tying things down. On the wall was a large mirror.

"Underneath the bed are some gym mats which you can unfold and use if you're playing on the floor. Big toys are on that rack over there ..."

I turned to find a collection of whips, rods, canes, ropes and handcuffs.  "Small toys are in the cabinet."

She opened a drawer to reveal dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, rawhide laces and KY jelly.

"In the closet are cleaning supplies — Lysol, bleach solution, paper toweling. Plus wee-wee pads for piss play, and Wet Ones. Also condoms and latex gloves. Always use the gloves whenever you're dealing with bodily fluids, and when you clean up. We don't want you catching something."

"Across the hall is the red room," she said, leading the way.

It was a little smaller, still with a four-poster, but with no cross. Instead, suspension gear gear hung from the ceiling.

"The rule of thumb is no more than twenty minutes in suspension. Got to keep the blood circulating. And tell the client to let you know if they experience any numbness or tingling. If they do, you need to release them."

"Still game?" she asked. 

I nodded my head.

"OK. Some house rules. You don't have to see any client you don't want to, and you don't have to do anything to a client you don't want to. You draw the line. If a client gets aggressive, or you have any kind of problem, just scream. There will always be at least one other person here —- you'll never work alone. Now, let's go to the back and have you try on some clothes."

The back of the floor was a combination kitchen, office, waiting area and costume room. Hanging from the wall were cop uniforms, nurse uniforms, lab coats, a stewardess' dress, and a whole bunch of corsets.

"Let's try this one," Dahlia said, handing me me a corset and stockings. "And you'll need to invest in some nice panties or g-strings. And a pair of heels."

"Where do I change?" I asked. 

"Here," said Dahlia. "You're going to see a lot of naked bodies from now on."

I took off my shirt and slipped out of my jeans. I unhooked my bra, and put in on the table next to me. Dahlia eyed me up and down.

"Nice," she said. "You've got cute tits, and your ass is great. I think the guys are going to like you."

I put on the corset and stockings, and checked myself out in the mirror. I looked pretty good! Not menacing exactly, but definitely sexy. And the corset did make my breasts look bigger.

"That's great. You can switch back now," she said. "When you come back, you should try on some other stuff, and see what you like. One last thing — we'll need a name for you. Do you have one picked out?"

"I was thinking of Leah."

"That'll work."

I changed back into my street clothes, and Dahlia gave me my schedule for the week. I took the elevator back to the ground floor, where I found a nervous-looking man waiting in the vestibule. I said "hi," but he wouldn't make eye contact with me. He stepped into the elevator and pushed a button. I started to walk away, but then stopped to see where he was getting off.

Fourth floor. I wondered what kind of session he was going to get.

My first shift was the next Tuesday, from 4:00 to midnight. When I called Dahlia to confirm, she told me that to start, I'd be sitting in for part of a session with Peter and Gia, a tall Japanese domme, and then I'd be on my own.

I showed up to work with my heels and g-string, and put on the corset I'd tried on earlier. In the back were Gia, Dahlia and a couple of the other dommes — Elena, a cute redhead, Haley, a tall blonde and Kira, a busty black girl. I read a book until I heard the door buzzer ring at 5:00.

"That's Peter. Gia and Leah, you're up," said Dahlia.

We met him at the door, and let him to the red room. 

"Leah is new here, and I'd like her to sit in on part of the session," said Gia. "Is that OK with you."

"Sure," said Peter. "No problem."

"Thanks," I said. "We have you down for a medical session, so that's $210, please."

He reached into his front pocket, then handed me the money.

"Great," I said. "There are hangers behind the door. Make yourself comfortable, and we'll be back in a minute."

This was to weed out cops. If the guy didn't get naked, he couldn't have a session. We were just supposed to excuse ourselves, get them their money, and ask them to leave.

After a couple of minutes, we knocked and went back in. Peter was nude, sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. That's the first time it hit time — I was going to be a sex worker. I didn't think that was bad, and I was very open to new experiences. I'd studied human sexuality in college, and I worked in a sex toy shop, but this was the first time for me to deal with naked strangers as a job.

Peter was tall, blond and good-looking — definitely not creepy. So far, so good.

"Peter, can you tell us what you're expecting to do in your session with Mistress Gia?" I asked.

"I really like being suspended. And I like CBT. Maybe a little flogging, and then finish up with Gia fingering my asshole while I jerk off," he said. "And spitting. I love being spat on."

"I think we can do that," said Gia. "Why don't you stand up?"

Gia went to the cabinet and pulled out a rawhide lace.

"So, Leah, what you want to do is make a loop around the cock and balls, and then another loop around just the balls, and then you come back down the middle to separate the balls, and then make a knot — tight, but not too tight."

When she'd finished, Peter had an erection, and his balls stretched the skin of his scrotum. I'm a lesbian, but I have to admit, I enjoyed the sight.

"Arm's up," said Gia.

Peter raised his arms, and Gia locked his wrists in the cuffs hanging from the suspension bar. Then she went to the crank on the wall, and slowly turned it. The bar moved up, bringing Peter's arms with it. Soon he was standing on the balls of his feet.

 "You don't want to go too high," said Gia, "or they won't be able to hold the position. But this should be good. And now he can't go anywhere."

Gia walked over to Peter, and gently stroked his cock.

 "Isn't that right, Peter?" she asked.

"Yes, mistress."

Then she slapped his cock and balls. He jumped back in pain.

She reached down and caressed his balls.

"I can bring you pleasure or pain. Isn't that right?"

"Yes, mistress."

She stopped, curled up her index finger, and flicked one of his balls — hard. Peter jumped again, and yelped. Sweat broke out across his bow. But his cock was rock hard, and was turning a red/purple color.

"Leah, why don't you give it shot," said Leah.

I walked over to Peter. I hadn't touched a cock since high school, but I found this appealing. I place my hand on his groin, above but not touching his cock.

"Would you like me to touch your cock, Peter?"

"Yes, please, Mistress Leah."

I gently stroked his cock.

"Thank you, Mistress Leah."

Then I stopped. And with my middle finger, I flicked one of balls as hard as I could.

He screamed, and brought one leg up, in a useless attempt to protect himself. But there was nothing he could do. He was defenseless. This was hot.   I liked my new job.

"I think we're good for now," said Gia. "Why don't come back for the last five minutes of the session." 

"Sounds good," I said.

"And Peter, why don't you thank Mistress Leah for hurting you," said Gia.

He looked me in the eyes.

"Thank you, Mistress Leah, for hurting me."

 I flicked his ball again.

"No, Peter, thank you," I said.

I left the room and went back to the waiting area.

"How'd it go?" asked Dahlia.

"Pretty good, I think," I said. "He seems nice, and he seems to be enjoying himself."

"He's one of the good ones," Elena chimed in. "He knows what we wants, he respects boundaries, and he tips. And he's fun."

"Aren't the others?" I asked.

"Some are, some aren't. I've got one regular who just wants to lick my feet while I blow cigarette smoke in his face," Haley said.

"And I've got one who gets nude and reads his poetry to me. Then he jerks off and leaves," said Kira.

"But this is pretty easy money," said Elena, "and the hot sessions make up for the weak ones."

I read my book for another half an hour. Then Dahlia escorted me back to the room.

"When there's ten minutes left, I come by and knock. That gives the client enough time to masturbate," she said.

She knocked loudly, and we walked in. I was not prepared for what I saw.

I expected to see Peter starting to jerk off, and he was. But the suspension cuffs were now on his ankles, and his legs were in the air. Gia was on her knees, fucking his asshole with her fingers.

It was shocking, but it was also cool. Like walking in on a couple fucking.

"I brought back Leah," said Dahlia.

"You're just in time," said Gia. "Peter, would you like to jerk off for the three of us? While I fuck your ass with my hand?"

"Yes, Mistress Gia," he said.

"Peter is an exhibitionist, isn't that right?" Gia asked. "He likes for women to see him naked. He likes for women to watch him cum. Right?"

"Yes, Mistress Gia," he said.

I'm really not attracted to guys, but there was something about the intensity of Peter's pleasure that was turning me on. He was thoroughly and completely into enjoying his sexuality, even if it was a little kinky.

"Mistress Leah? I think Peter needs something to drink," said Gia. "Could you help him with that?"

I remembered now. Peter liked being spat on.

I knelt by his head.

"Open your mouth for me, and stick out your tongue," I said.

I leaned over and spat in his mouth.

"Mistress Dahlia? Care to join in?" asked Gia.

Dahlia knelt on the other side of Peter, and spat in his mouth. The Gia leaned over, and spat all over his face.

I'm not into spit, or at least not being spat on. But this wasn't bad. Peter was getting so turned on, and his pleasure was infectious.

"Are you going to cum for us?" I asked. "Are we going to watch you cum?"

I reached over and started pinching his nipple.

That did it. He raised his hips, and came all over his stomach.

"Nice job, Peter," said Dahlia, leaving.

"Yeah, that was pretty intense," said Gia.

I handed Peter some paper toweling so he could clean himself. I snapped on a pair of latex gloves, collected the dirty toys and brought them back to the kitchen. Gia led Peter to the bathroom so he could wash up. Gia and I wiped down the floggers and the surfaces with Lysol, and then sprayed diluted bleach on them to sanitize them.

Peter came back from his shower, took off his robe and got dressed. Before he left, he tipped Gia forty dollars. Then he tipped me forty dollars, too.

"Thank you," I said. "That was unexpected."

"Leah, why don't you walk Peter to the elevator," Gia asked. "I'll finish in here."

We left the room and walked down the hallway to the elevator. I pushed the call button.

"It was very nice to meet you, Peter," I said, extending my hand.

"And it was very nice to meet you as well," he said. "I think I'd like to book a session with you next week. There was something — something about the look on your face when you walked in. You looked shocked, but there was something more. Like you were enjoying watching the scene."

"I did," I said. "I did enjoy it. And I liked watching you cum."

That was true. 

"Very cool," he said. "That makes me happy. So next Tuesday?"

"I'll be here."

"I'll make an appointment.  And that's how I got my first regular. I would have other clients who were better looking or bigger tippers, but Peter would probably have to be hottest. He had no inhibitions, and he gave himself completely to whatever scene he was in.

Peter would make my new job fun.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Thief In The Night byfrog7©

It was after one in the morning, the thief was about to make her hit, this would be the sixth house that she broke into. It wasn't this neighborhood but the others nearby and word spread quickly of the break-ins.

The house was dark and no car was in the driveway and there was no garage. The thief chucked to herself, "I wonder what goodies lie in this house."

The thief makes her way to the unsuspecting the house. She takes out a crowbar and aims for the window. It took a few minutes but she is able to get the window open. She throws a bag inside and then leaps up and a second later she's in the house.

She makes her way slowly through the house. "Such a treasure trove of goodies."

The thief begins the shopping spree.

Out of nowhere a person appears and their eyes meet. The thief pulls out a knife but the owner of house is quick. He kicks the knife out of her hand and tackles her. The two roll across the floor. She's on top and starts bashing the owner's head but he's able to roll on top of her. She kicks him off and gets up and spots the knife. The owner trips her before she could make a move. She gets up but he gets her in a sleeper hold and after a few minutes of struggling the thief is down for the count.

The female thief regains conscious and finds her arms restrained and her clothes save her black bra and thong removed.

"Struggle all you want you're not getting out, Nina."

The thief known as Nina turns her head to see the man staring at her.

"How do you know my name?"

"Your wallet, I had to indentify who I was dealing with. I thought you were a man at first but imagine my surprise to know that the person responsible for the break-ins is a woman, a very attractive one at that."

"Who are you?" Nina asked while struggling.

"I'm the Owner of this house, whom you wish to steal from that's all you need to know."

Nina continued to struggle.

"You'll only tire yourself out but then again go ahead it'll make things much easier for me."

The Owner approaches her and put his hand on her chin. "So beautiful, nice blond hair, you're mixed aren't you?"

"What if I am?"

"Tell me, please."

"Fine I'm half White half Hispanic, why do you care!?"

"No particular reason." The Owner goes behind her.

"What... what are you gonna do to me?!" Nina said in a panic.

"You stole from others and you attempted to steal from me so I'm gonna steal something of yours!"

The owner starts by removing the black thong Nina was wearing.

"No stop, I know where this is going, you can't do this!"

"Oh you think stealing is just and let's not forget you tried to knife me so that would come out to be gee I don't know MURDER!"

The Owner's hands undid the front clasps of Nina's black bra which causes her tits to bounce on release.

"Please don't!"

"Don't worry about pregnancy I'm stealing your anal cherry!"

"No!"

"It's too late!" The Owner spreads her legs, spits in her asshole and inserts his hard penis in nice and easy. Which his left hand he grab fistful of long blond hair and begins the anal invasion.

"No please ahhhhh!"

The Owner starts increasing his thrusts. "Oh yes, I needed this yes! What luck that you decided to pick my house!"

The Owner kept going. Nina knew this was the biggest mistake of her life, the tears stream from her eyes clearly showed that. There was nothing she could do but hope it would be over soon. He kept thrusting and cheering, pausing slightly but then picking up the paste. He slaps both ass cheeks and continues. "Oh this is it! Oh, oh, oh, here it comes!" With a final thrust he ejaculates into her ass. Nina collapses in the bed. "Oh yes that was good!" He reaches under her and pinches her nipples. She felt no pleasure in any of this, only humiliation.

The Owner gets up, cleans himself up and gets dressed. He soon returns and unties Nina.

He takes by her hand and tells her to put on her shoes but that was it. She still had the bra on but her tits were still exposed. They head outside and walk to the next door neighbor's truck. "My car is currently in the shop and my neighbor is on vacation, he said I could borrow his truck. Where do you live?"

"Huh? You're not gonna turn me into the police?"

"No, just return everyone's stuff and we'll call it even."

The Owner drives until he reaches an apartment complex. He parks in front of her apartment door and once the truck was off his steps out goes to the other side and grabs Nina by the arm. As soon as they were inside he pulls her toward her bedroom. Once inside he threw her face down on her bed. She knew not to resist, he could change his mind about reporting her to the cops. He ties her arms to the bed poles. He took his time looking through her closet. He soon returns and unzipped his pants. He removes the belt and 'SMACK.' Nina lets out scream. He beats her naked ass nine more times. "Naughty thieving bitch!" He anal invades again. He thrust fast and hard. He didn't care if it hurt Nina or not, this was punishment, pleasure for him pain for her.

After he is finished he removes cash and a debit card from Nina's wallet. "I'll be holding on to your debit card till tomorrow night. And I'm taking your phone so you won't get any stupid ideas! You will have dinner prepared for me and you will be wearing a black bra with black thong, stocking with suspenders, high heels, lip stick and nail polish for fingers and toes, all black. I'll also personally supervise you returning everyone's stuff the next night so prepare your ass for that night and as many nights as it may take to return everyone's stuff. I'll be keeping your thong from this night as memento."

The owner untied her and left. He would withdraw all the money out of checking and saving account. There was nothing Nina could do but prepare; she only hoped that she could return everything on the third night.

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Saturday, August 24, 2013

My girlfriend Jen has been trying to get me to go to a spiritual group encounter. I had been putting her off because it just didn't interest me.

"Larry says we both would enjoy it."

Larry is some guy that Jen works with. He has been working on my girlfriend to attend one of these meetings. I guess Jen finally got to me. I was thinking she might break up with me if we didn't attend one of these encounters. One Saturday evening we got in the car and drove out to this desolate location. It was way out in the boondocks and we actually drove by the road into the place.

I turned the car around and we drove down this long driveway. At the end of it was this large barn-like structure. When we got out of the car Larry came out of the building and greeted us. He gave Jen and big hug and he shook my hand.

"I am so glad you made it, you are going to enjoy this," he said.

We walked inside and Larry took us into a small room. He poured us two drinks and then he gave us both robes to put on.

"Drink up and then change into these," he told us.

Frankly I didn't want to wear a white robe, but I did it to make Jen happy. We both drank down a goblet full of I don't know what. I do know it was making my head swim although I couldn't taste any alcohol. We waited a few minutes and then Larry led us out into the main room. In the middle was this large altar. Two sets of steps led to the top. On top of the altar were these large mats.

As I looked around there were people lined up around the altar. Jen and I were certainly the youngest of the bunch. Mostly everyone here was no younger than forty. Most looked to be in their fifties and sixties. I could tell that Jen was getting into the whole thing. She actually seemed giddy. Maybe it was from that drink. Jen was on the petite side with long blonde hair to her shoulders. I saw more than one guy giving her the eye.

Larry then introduced us both and then he walked over and took Jen by the hand. They walked up one set of steps and Larry told Jen to shed her robe. I damn near ran up the those steps and stopped things right then. I knew if I did that Jen would never forgive me so I bit my tongue and held my place. Jen pulled her robe up over her head. Her tits looked magnificent, her nipples were erect.

I saw more than one guy with his mouth open. Larry then had Jen lie down on those mats. He called out a name and this heavy set man began to walk up the steps. When he got to the top of the altar he pulled his robe off. He was naked and he was showing a big beer gut. He also had this enormous cock dangling down. He must have been close to ten inches in length and it was thick as well.

My mind mustn't have been working too quickly. I was totally caught up in what was happening. So was everyone else. I looked across the room and saw this dark haired woman spying me. She looked to be in her forties and was very attractive. The best looking woman there after my Jen. This heavy man got down on his knees and spread Jen's legs apart. I could hardly believe my eyes right then. He got into position and he took hold of his cock.

I and all the others watched as he rubbed that fat mushroom all over Jen's pussy. You could plainly see that my girlfriend was getting into it. She pulled her legs back and the heavy man fitted his cock into place. He began to push into Jen's tiny pussy. Jen let out this blood curdling cry. I almost started to move when I felt Larry's hand on my shoulder.

"Don't do it Tom," he urged me to go back.

I didn't run up the steps. Ultimately Jen would have been pissed at me. I wondered if she even knew what was happening right then. This heavy man with the huge cock took hold of Jen's ankles and brought her legs up. He was pumping his rod into my girlfriend. Jen looked like she was totally out of it. Somehow he managed to push all ten inches into Jen. His cock was completely buried in my girlfriend's small pussy.

The onlookers were getting into it as well. Some were clapping, some were chanting. I looked over to the dark haired woman. She wasn't watching the festivities, she had her eyes on me. I thought she had even used her tongue to lick her lips. My mind was so wasted I lost track of how long this went on. The man fucking Jen finally let out a cry like some wild bull. His body stiffened and he began to cum.

You could almost see his stiff member growing and contracting. He was sending his hot cream deep into Jen's belly. My girlfriend was totally into it. Her face had this look of ecstasy on it. She was squeezing that fat prick of every drop his sticky milk. The fat man finally fell onto Jen and they held each other for some times. Jen's lover pulled out and stood up. Everyone but me cheered. He stood with his half erect prick in sight. All their love juices were dripping onto the floor.

He exited and some women came up on the altar and assisted Jen away. Larry didn't waste a second. He took my by the arm and had me walk up those steps.

"Take your robe off, Tom."

It must have been that drink that Larry gave me. I pulled the white robe off and stood there naked. Everyone was now looking at my nude body. Larry walked down the steps and he went over to the dark haired woman. He walked her up the steps. He didn't have to say a thing to her. She pulled her robe off and threw it to one side. She was shapely, that was for sure. She had big breasts capped with large nipples. Her black bush was shaved down. Larry walked down the steps. The next thing I know this woman is on her knees in front of me.

She took my dick in her hand and brought my cock to her mouth. I just sort of lost it and I put my hand on the back of her head. I really didn't have to urge this woman. She took all my cock down her throat. It was like she had done this many times in the past. She had me deep throated. I can tell you it didn't take much to get hard. She was bobbing up and down and loving every minute of it it seemed.

After a few minutes she pulled away and got onto her back. I just stood there until she motioned for me to come over. Was it the drink? I went over and knelt between her legs. I took my cock and I pushed in the whole way. The crowd that was there went into a frenzy. I was fucking her like some crazy man. My dark haired lover was besides herself.

"Fuck me deep!" She kept crying out to me.

I thought I was inside the whole way. Sex had never been like this with my girlfriend, that much I knew. This was something more primal, more deep. I took this woman and made her mine. I knew no one else was going to have her, only me. I just fed her my cock until I felt my balls pinch. I tried to hold back, but it was no use. I blew one hot load after another into my lover. She used her muscles to take all my love seed from me. I realized this had been the most intense lovemaking I had ever experienced.

After we finished she pulled me down on top of her and we held each other. I soon got soft and I pulled out and stood up. Larry led me away and as I walked back to the room we first entered I looked back to see my dark haired lover. She was up and being attended to. I could see her calling to me.

"Meet outside afterwards."

When I entered the room there sat Jen. She looked like she was in a daze. She had gotten back into her street clothes. I tried to talk to her, but she held her hand up to me.

"Not now," she said.

I would have to wait until we got back to the car. Larry entered and told us both us how great is was that we were part of the group now. I wasn't part of any group, but I held my tongue. I got into my clothes and Jen and I stepped into the night. The sky was now pitch black and the stars were out. My head was still spinning. Just outside stood the dark haired woman. She walked over and placed something in my hand then walked away.

It was a long ride back to our apartment. I told Jen I didn't want to attend anymore.

"Well I don't feel the same as you," she said.

I wanted to scream at her that she was under Larry's spell. It seemed that we were falling apart right then and there. There was tension between us the next few days. Larry had told Jen about the next meeting at the barn. I didn't want to go I told her.

"I am going again," she said to me.

There it was. Either I went along with this business or we were finished. I went back to the bedroom. I got out the scrap of paper given to me by the dark haired woman I fucked.

"I want to see you again, alone."

It was signed "Ellen" and her phone number followed.

This was it, the moment of truth. Should I see Ellen and give up on Jen? It looked like my path was set and there wasn't a thing I could do to change it. I will report back when I have made my decision.

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bystandingstones

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Jacob Bard

Coaching the girls swim team had been taking up way too much of Sandra's time lately. The long hours at the aquatic center resulted in no social life, which meant no dates in ...who knows when. This is not what she thought she would be doing at twenty-eight. Years before she had written out her "five year plan" for her life and nowhere did she plan on being single and coaching a swim team. She had thought that after graduating college and spending endless hours in the pool as a team member of the university's swim team she would be far away from where she was now. She thought she would be married or at least in a serious relationship by now.

But, here she was once again, back at the aquatic center, still single, still trying to get her life moving and find a great relationship. Heck, she would just be happy to get laid! Counting up the months in her mind, she realized she had not had sex in nine months—and that time wasn't all that great! One thing was certain, no matter how boring her life might have been she was no less horny—in fact, she felt hornier than ever! And the more she thought about being horny and not having had sex, the hornier she got! Unfortunately, she had no prospects—no options—other than her vibrator waiting for her at home.

At least it was time to lock up and she began her rounds at the aquatic center, turning off lights and locking doors. Lost in thought about how dissatisfied she was with her present circumstances, she was in her own little world. Passing by the men's locker room and shower she noticed light coming from under the door.

"Those guys..." she muttered, ""Why can't they turn anything off? I better check everything. They probably left everything on and running." Annoyed and not thinking anyone else was there, she burst through the door leading from the pool straight to the showers intent on having to take care of one more thing someone had left for her to do.

The door opened with a bang as she shoved it open and it hit the wall! But the shower and locker room was not deserted as she thought! There stood seven members of the boys college swim team completely naked in mid shower! She had thought they were all gone by now. Of course, they whirled around at the loud sound of the door hitting the wall, too startled to think of covering themselves.

"OH...my goodness!" she gasped as she came to a full stop in mid stride, unmoving in her tracks, her eyes quickly fixated on these seven naked guys standing before her. Needless to say, they were surprised by her appearance and she was speechless and frozen by something akin to shock and awkwardness! The only thing that gave a clue that she was still coherent was the embarrassment evident on her face by the blush flooding her cheeks and face.

"I AM SO SORRY!" she finally blurted out. "I didn't know you guys were in here!"

The swim team members stood frozen in shock as well—expecting her to whirl around and dash out faster than she came into the shower area. But she didn't move.

By now it was evident, at least to the guys, that Sandra—"coach"—as everyone referred to her, was taking in every inch of their naked athletic bodies. Several had turned their backs on her and were looking at her over their shoulders. A few had both hands covering over their junk as they waited to see what she was going to do next.

Just then, Alex, one of the seniors on the team, stepped forward and spoke quietly to Sandra, "Are you okay?"

"Huh? Oh...What?" Sandra responded.

"Are you okay?" Alex repeated.

"Oh, yes, yes. I'm okay. Just a little startled. That's all," Sandra explained now becoming aware of what she had just done and feeling really awkward. Only about a minute, maybe two had passed. It all happened quickly, but Sandra now felt as if she had been standing there for an hour.

Just then she saw Alex smiling at her and heard some of the guys chuckle a bit while commenting to one another about what just happened. She was about to withdraw with what little grace she could when she heard Alex say, "You can join us if you want!"

Sandra shot a confused glace back at Alex. "What?"

Repeating what he had just said he reiterated, "I said, you can join us if you want. We won't hurt you. And we sure won't mind! Will we guys?"

The rest of the swim team was now gazing at him as though he had lost his mind, and wondering if they had really heard him say what they thought he said. Now slowly turning their gaze toward "Coach" Sandra, most managed to mutter in chorus, "No, we don't mind."

"No. No. Sorry guys. I didn't mean to barge in on you." Sandra answered them.

Still, she did not move although now she was trying to avert her eyes more and only steal a glance at their bareness from time to time.

"The steam from the showers really makes it hot in here," she observed abruptly. "Well. Better go now," she said.

As she started to turn, Alex stepped forward grasping his erect cock and said, "We'd really like it if you stayed," smiling, as he motioned for her to come toward him.

"I really shouldn't," she whispered.

"It's okay," he responded.

"Are you sure?" she questioned.

Alex only smiled and looking around at the other guys, they all nodded the affirmative in unison.

Sandra may have been a little horny when she walked in, but at that point she was so enticed that she could now feel a wetness between her legs that made her look down to make sure the crotch of her shorts were not wet.

"No one can ever know," she demanded gently.

Shaking their heads to signify they agreed, Alex spoke for the group and said, "We will never say a word!"

Without another word Sandra began removing her clothes piece by piece, first she pulled her t-shirt off and then her shorts. Now she stood before the seven dumbfounded guys in only her white thong panties and her sports bra. As they watched in anticipation she removed her bra and then finally slipped out of her panties. All seven faced her, most slack jawed and in awe, all with solid erections pointing toward her like the needle of a compass points north. Sill silent, she smiled bashfully and slowly waded into their waiting embrace reaching out to greet each one by grasping their waiting cocks one at a time.

Still stunned and amazed at what was happening, the guys just milled around her, brushing up against her and lightly fondling her breasts and ass until she stepped under the spray of the shower and allowed her body to be soaked by the hot water. Standing back now completely mesmerized, slack jawed and stroking their cocks, the seven only watched as Sandra soaped her body. They watched intently as her hands moved in circular motions around her breasts and stomach, sliding back to her buttocks. One whispered audibly to another, "I never thought someone washing their butt could look so, so good." Everyone heard and chuckled, adding a sporadic chorus of "Yeah," in agreement. Sandra only smiled, a little more wickedly now, as she moved her hands around and began washing between her legs which was greeted with a collective, "Aw, man!" It was not clear if she was bathing or masturbating. Sandra just laughed casually as she watched them stroking their cocks.

Thinking to herself, I better not drag this out or they will all shoot their load before I can get...., she almost completed her thought but felt a little slutty thinking, before I can get fucked. But the truth was she was so horny at that moment she felt she had to have a cock in her no matter what!

Having rinsed the soap off, she now turned toward them and stepped out of the spray as once again Alex stepped forward first and she knelt down in front of him instantly taking his stiff manhood straight into her waiting mouth. Before she could stop herself, she had released a soft moaning sound. Her moans echoed in the shower once more as she began sucking Alex as though his cock was delicious and she had been deprived of this feast for far too long! The guys surrounding her were amazed at her lust-filled ravenous appetite for cock, but they were more than happy to provide all she wanted!

Finally opening her eyes and returning to the moment in which she was just lost, she saw a line of cocks to her left, hard and erect as if ready to stand inspection. Was this a dream? Everyone was thinking the same thing. It was no dream in the imaginary sense, but it was a dream that had come true for all involved. Unplanned, unexpected, improbable, but now that it was a reality, it was going to be savored!

Slowly she began working her way down the line, giving each young man his fair share of oral attention, stroking and pumping him as she swallowed and sucked each one as though it would be her last.

A couple of the guys were so stimulated that shortly after Sandra had gone down on them, while pumping their erections and sucking them for only a minute or two, suddenly released their load of cum—Sandra pulling their cock quickly from her mouth as their cum splashed all over her tits. Looking up at them with a smile, they looked down at her in utter disappointment with a tingle and pure pleasure. She knew what they were thinking. She was thinking the same thing. She would not get to feel their stiff erection inside her. I better get to the main event while they're still hard enough to... there it was again, while they're still hard enough to fuck me she screamed in her mind! followed by giving her rationale to herself in her internal debate. I don't care how it sounds, I want them to fuck me! All this was running through her mind as she finished the last few waiting to feel the embrace of her lips and mouth.

The next twenty or thirty minutes is still remembered fondly by all involved and talked about in whispers among themselves and in private gatherings for years to come.

Having finished initiating each with a thorough blowjob they would long remember, Sandra found herself lifted up and laid down on the floor of the shower. At that point she became the recipient of their undying gratitude as they began to pleasure her with all their might. One young man immediately began eating, licking and lapping at her cunt, burying his mouth and face deeply in it at times, sending chills and spasms of pleasure up her body. Hands! Hands were everywhere, stroking her inner thighs, cradling her head gently while a hanging flaccid cock draped itself into her mouth while other hands roamed her body and some squeezed and massaged her tits. It was almost too much pleasure and too many sensations to absorb!

Then the fucking started as one after another took his turn entering her. Some were long, some were shorter but had fatter dicks that found her opening tight. They all felt good to Sandra. It had been so long and she had wanted it—well maybe not this—but wanted a cock in her so badly and now she was going to enjoy every moment. Some slid themselves in gently and smoothly before beginning to thrust themselves into her ready and waiting pussy laid open before them. Some plunged themselves in quickly and aggressively as they pounded her pussy! One boy had such a large scrotum and thrust himself so vigorously that she could feel his balls slapping against her butt with every forward plunge! She must have climaxed at least twice during the first ten minutes! Several of the guys let loose their load of cum inside her before giving way to the next guy— she felt each as their cock pulsated and twitched until empty!

Just when she thought it might end, she felt herself being raised to her feet and then pinned against the shower wall by one of the guys who had ejaculated when she was blowing him—he was hard again and ready for action! Lifting her right leg, she grabbed his waiting pole and aimed it directly at its mark. He did not need any more encouragement, leaned forward, and entered her in one fluid motion sending a wave of yearning for more through her body! There they stood united and moving in unison making an undulating motion with their bodies, each moaning in pleasure as the others watched. Some tried what they saw another do. Some let Sandra direct them.

At one point Sandra found herself astride another of the guys who had cum prematurely riding him cowgirl style with great fervor--to his delight! He just lay there grinning from ear to ear, slowly running his hands up her torso and massaging her breasts while she rocked back and forth in ecstasy. Far too soon, after she had gotten her rhythm going she felt his release as he shot up into her like a geyser spraying its hot liquid upward!

She was running out of erections to milk. Just a few more and this bizarre, but fantastic, fantasy would be over. Although she was exhausted, it was still going to end too soon!

She rode one guy in the reverse cowgirl position facing away from him while grasping the dicks of two of his team members who came and stood in front of her. Using her grip on their dicks like handles to steady herself, leaning forward and sucking them one at a time, alternating from one to another as she rocked. One of them was able to cum again giving her tits one more soaking for the evening.

Alex appeared once again, taking her and leading her to position herself on all-fours. This guy just keeps on going, she thought to herself. Once on her knees she felt him enter her quickly and smoothly. She soon matched his forward thrusts with the backward lunge of her ass. Wow! That feels great! I could fuck this guy all night! she thought. But only moans and muted grunts were audible to anyone else as Alex rode her hard! Climaxing with a loud groan she felt his warm jizz shooting into her and sensed him relax as he eased himself out of her.

The last erection milked, the last stiff cock having been humped to the point of hanging limply down in fatigued ecstasy, she lay fatigued on the floor of the shower, surrounded by the seven young men who just gave her something to remember for a lifetime. Some kneeling. Some standing. All drained, both figuratively and literally! Looking down at her with a look of gratitude and admiration, Alex spoke up, "Well coach, that was some workout!" Laughter broke out and Sandra lay there giggling like a school girl, blushing and clasping her hand over her mouth to quiet herself.

Regaining her composure, she looked up smiling and replied, "Yep guys, I would say you're in excellent shape. As for me, I don't think I can walk!" Laughter once again erupted as the guys slowly began to file out of the shower into the locker-room to get dressed and head back to their dorm rooms.

Alex stayed behind, knelt down beside her, still running his fingers up and down her wet and naked body. As he stared at her, her hand lightly stroked his flaccid cock hanging down between his legs.

"You are amazing," he said softly, "amazing and beautiful."

Smiling and blushing, uncertain of the accuracy of his statement and uncertain of how to feel, she simply replied softly, "Thank you" giving his cock a gentle yank as he stood and she tried to sit up.

"Do you need help?" he asked with a smile in his voice.

"No, no. You can go ahead. I'll be fine. Just need a minute," she assured him.

She heard him say, "Okay," and he was gone.

"Whew! I think I just need to lie here a bit longer," she said talking to herself.

So, lying back staring at the ceiling of the shower room, a big smile broke across her face just as she became aware of the sensation of a stream of cum flowing out of her pussy. Reaching down to confirm, she thinks to herself, Sandra, you're one dirty, freaky girl! The thought is followed with stifled giggles and a deep sigh.

"O, well," she says to herself as she gets up to get dressed. The End

Post Script

Sandra and those same seven swim team members got together a few years after that night for a reunion of sorts, but that's another story.

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