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Film Festival to Remember
by Lexx (lexxnz@hotmail.com)
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Husband surprises his wife with a night of non-stop,
mind-numbing fucking - as much as she can handle and
more. (MMF, orgy, reluc)
***
Part 1
Friday night. A hectic week is at an end, and we have
plans to attend the Spanish Film Festival, currently
showing at a cinema across town. The sitter has been
arranged and I am to pick you up from work at 6 p.m.
Little do you know that I have altered our "Spanish"
night out; I don't think it will be a night that you
will soon forget.
I arrive to pick you up from work, promptly at 6 p.m.,
the traffic is heavy and it is dark and getting cold
out already. I see you on the sidewalk; your smile
melts me every time you turn it towards me. You walk
towards the car in what is a rather short dress for
you; I certainly don't recall seeing it before. I would
have remembered a mid-thigh number on your beautiful
legs that’s for sure! You are also wearing some
beautiful new sandals, but no jacket because we did not
expect it to be this cool tonight.
The dress rides up outrageously when you sit down next
to me in the passenger seat. Fantastic. You little cock
tease, I think to myself. You deliver one of those
kisses on my waiting lips – you know – the ones that
you only ever experience from someone special in your
life. Welcoming, passionate, loving - and just for me.
My temperature is rising despite the flood of cool
evening air that you bring with you into the car.
It is only a short drive, and I do most of it with my
hand gently caressing your leg as you tell me about
your day, and I tell you about mine. We drive to the
area where the cinema is located and I park in one of
those nondescript multi-storey car parks. We walk down
the grey concrete stairwell, so common to these types
of structures and exit into an alley behind the car
park.
Pushing open the heavy steel door leading into the
alley, we are greeted by a dimly lit alley full of
rubbish and other castaway materials. At the far end of
the alley, more than a 100m away, we can hear the dull
roar of road traffic and other street sounds. We walk,
arm in arm, through the narrow confines of this brick
canyon, weaving around the piles of rubbish.
As we near the end of the alley, less than 10 m away, I
wrap my arms around your waist. Initially, you see this
as a playful act. You smile and laugh nervously,
thinking I might tickle you. However, I lift you
entirely off your feet and take several quick steps
backwards into an even smaller and darker side-alley.
I set you down, but immediately push you forcefully
around a large trash compactor. Before you can even
consider what's going on I press you face first against
the cold brick alley wall, your cheek hard against the
rough exterior. You make to ask me what I’m doing, but
I immediately command you to be silent. With one hand
between your shoulders pinning you to the wall, I grab
one of your wrists. You hear and feel the cold steel
handcuff close around it, 'click, click, click, snap'
as it tightens and locks. The other wrist follows the
first, 'click, click, click, snap'. I continue to
firmly pin you to the wall, your purse falls onto the
ground.
I lead you a loading dock several meters farther into
this side-alley. By the look of it, it is long unused,
grey and lit only by a small yellow light bulb that is
set high above a single steel door. We ascend the few
steps needed to get to the top, with me pushing you
from behind. Large cardboard cartons are strewn around
the front edge of the dock, partially screening it from
the alley. An old steel rail divides the dock in two.
I lead you to the rail and shove you roughly up against
it. It is waist height. I press in behind up against
your gorgeous bottom and I run my hands up and down
your sides, over your hips and then to your thighs,
which are just barely covered by that skimpy dress you
are wearing. I walk around to the other side of the
rail and look into your eyes. I can see that you
thinking that I’ve never treated you like this before.
Nervous of what is to come; trusting yet wary; excited
yet frightened. You haven’t spoken a word since I
commanded you to silence. I kiss you; you close your
eyes and kiss me back.
I step back and release my now stiff member into the
night air. I pump it a couple times. I draw you forward
over the rail and you shuffle your feet to balance on
top of the rail. Your mouth finds my cock. Your hips
and the very tops of your thighs balance on the rail,
your legs are spread slightly to balance.
The steel door that you hadn't yet given much notice to
opens behind you and you hear footsteps on the concrete
loading dock. "Oh look at this!" A voice emanates from
behind you in a heavily accented Spanish baritone. You
move to turn towards the newcomer, but I command you to
keep sucking me. With one hand in your hair, I shove my
cock deep into your throat, gagging you slightly. Your
head bobs up and down obediently while I hold you
steady with one hand and caress your head with the
other.
You feel your dress being lifted up and tucked under
your cuffed hands, exposing your gorgeous panty clad
bottom to the stranger. His hand caresses your exposed
cheek, and slides warmly over your hip and down your
thigh. In a flash your panties are cut from you. You
feel the night air on your moistening mound. You are
frantic to stand. I hold you firm. Stranger hands trace
the curves of your hips and ever so softly, from font
to back, a warm finger runs the length of your labia.
Front to back, again, and again.
A chill runs through you as you feel your labia pinched
between two rough fingers. One of your lips is then
pulled down slowly and firmly and then the other. This
is repeated in a kind of milking-like motion. Then a
finger is slowly pushed into your now wet cunt and then
withdrawn. You involuntarily breathe out - you do not
stop sucking, because I keep your head firmly planted
over my hard cock.
You hear a zipper and again you struggle to stand. A
hard cock is slapped upward against your wet mound,
forcefully. Again. You hear the slapping sound; you
feel the ripples inside as your whole groin warms from
the attention. A hand grasps your hip. The tip of a
cock is pressed to your vaginal opening. A small push.
The head of this stranger’s cock seats itself nicely
inside your tunnel.
Two hands are placed on your hips. You struggle again.
There is no other movement from the stranger. The only
sensations you feel are the hands caressing your hips
and the growing warmth in your mound. The hands slide
down to your thighs, backs, sides, and fronts. You
shiver in anticipation, against your will the warmth
below spreads. Your mind momentarily occupied with not
choking on my cock.
You real under a stinging slap that is delivered to
your right buttock cheek. Another falls on the other
cheek. You can barely feel the very tip of his cock as
it sits motionless inside your opening. Two more slaps.
Hard hands grip your hips solidly. I plunge my cock
into your mouth. You concentrate on not choking.
Your eyes fly open at the sensation of being taken in a
single stroke, but you can't move. His cock drives a
wedge into your unexpectedly wet open cunt. You are
filled to splitting. You manage only to thank god you
get so wet so fast! That thought is driven from your
head by the other sensations, warm thighs pressed into
the backs of yours, the rail pressing almost painfully
into the top of your legs.
Slaps rain down onto your bottom – first one cheek then
the other. He withdraws and then plunges back into you.
Again. Again. You thump into the railing, which flexes
a little absorbing some of the impact. Your mouth is
getting sore. The fucking picks up in pace and ferocity
- "Oh you little whore. You tight little bitch. I am
going to fuck you so hard!" the Spanish accented voice
grunts from behind. Rough fingers dig into your hips.
His balls slap into, almost in time with your muffled
grunts.
His grunts become louder after a couple more slaps are
delivered to your stinging cheeks. The bucking
increases. More slaps on your bottom. A small yelp and
an "oh bitch, I am going to give you a large dose of
health sperm – make you a nice baby" – these are the
last sounds you hear before his cock spasms and jets of
cum fill your cunt. He rests momentarily against you,
and I allow you to breathe without a cock in your
mouth, but I don't let you get up.
You shout incoherently at me, but I reintroduce my cock
to your mouth, you feel your unseen lover exiting your
hole. A zipper. "Shit! That was the best fuck I've had
in a long time!" A parting slap warms your sore bottom.
However, to your horror a second voice says, "Man, look
at the greedy little hole this bitch has - there is
barely any cum running out!" Your assailant wipes his
sticky cock on your bottom and steps back.
New hands are on your hips immediately, before you have
time to think another hard cock pushes into your sticky
interior, impaling you fully. Touching places the first
intruder missed. The rhythm of this fucking builds
quicker than the first, the language just as coarse,
"oh man - bitch, squeeze my cock, oh yeah, squeeze me!"
I pull my cock from your throat.
You become aware of how much your hips and legs are
bouncing off the railing, you grunt with each impact.
He groans and your cunt is once more filled with hot
cum. A long, “Ahhhhhh,” escapes your lips.
Before you realise it though, a third cock slams into
you replacing the now spent one, much to your own
surprise, it feels different than the first two. You
tremble as unexpected pleasure wells up inside you. How
long have those sensations been building you muse, but
just at the moment I push my cock back into your mouth
with spraying the back of your throat with jets of cum.
Because of the angel you can't swallow it all, though
you try. Come trickles out of your mouth and down your
chin.
Your third assailant groans moments after I do filling
your well used cunt with yet more cum. He withdraws,
while I force you to lick the remaining cum from my
shaft. You hear the men talking behind you. "Oh yeah
man, she'll do fine, let’s go!"
You are lifted thankfully into a standing position. I
can’t read the look in your eyes – it’s kind of vacant
at the moment. I turn you around. Your dress is still
hiked up under your cuffed hands and rivers of cum run
down your legs. I walk around the rail and kiss your
shoulder from behind. You look at your assailants.
Their demeanour changes instantly. You are escorted
with great care - one Spaniard on each arm into a dim
corridor. You turn to see if I am following, but the
heavy steel door slams shut behind you.
Part 2
One Spaniard waits by the door while I retrieve your
purse. You are let to the end of the corridor where a
curtain is parted for you...
Once into a long dim corridor, your handcuffs are
removed and you face your Spanish sperm donors. They
are all best described as 'swarthy', but with their
pants pulled up; it’s hard to tell who was who! Each of
the men kisses your face - both cheeks - in that very
European welcoming gesture. Truly bizarre. A small
glass bottle of diet coke is produced for you and you
swig gratefully from the bottle. You drain the little
bottle and hand it back.
With a man on each arm and the door held open for you -
you move forward down the length corridor. Your dress
falls back into place after a few steps; you barely
noticed that it was still raised around your hips. Only
a minute later does the strange sensation that you've
been standing in front of these strangers for some time
completely exposed hit you! You are completely
disoriented, you say nothing, you don’t look around
because there is nothing to see – you allow yourself to
be led onward.
A man and woman enter the hallway from the far end
towards which you are heading, a handsome gentleman and
a younger blond woman, he in his 50s and she is maybe
30. They gaze openly at you in a very admiring fashion.
Their eyes wander down your gorgeous frame and
obviously catch the river of cum coating both your
legs. She smiles and he smacks her on the bottom. They
disappear into the gloom of the long hallway behind
you, a moment later you hear the steel door open as
they exit.
You arrive at a curtain at the end of the corridor. The
curtain is pulled aside for you. You enter a shimmering
cavern, lit by black lights. Your escorts stop just the
other side of the curtain. Your dress is lifted over
your head. You don't resist at all, you are an
automaton at this point and raise your arms. Your bra
is gently removed and each escort bends to kiss your
breasts. Your smooth skin glows under the black lights.
A woman offers you a glass of red wine off a tray, and
you take it. She is wearing a gorgeous black dress, a
string of large pearls and stockings – she looks
dressed for a night at the opera. She produces a bright
red lipstick from the tray she is carrying and smiling
she carefully writes the number “9” just above your
right breast. You gaze briefly at the number; a giggle
rises in your throat.
Moments later your two escorts return to guide you
across the cavern like room that only now you are
beginning to take in – it is huge.
The Spaniards arrive with you, at a largish grotto
looking room just off the main hall. It's more a ‘nook’
than a room – grotto-like in that there appear to be no
flat walls at all. A glowing "9" set above the entrance
of the grotto casts a warm red light. Rounded with a
red haze at the entrance, we enter the grotto that you
can now tell is lit by black lights along the roof. A
wide velvet couch built into the side of the grotto,
runs around the round room, but what really stands out
is the table.
The tabletop is an obelisk of black granite at least 10
cm thick. It is about a metre wide closest to you,
narrowing at the far end, it is rough, but not jagged,
cold to the touch, but not painful. Its top stands at
the height of an average man's groin. You’ve never seen
anything like this, but you know immediately what it’s
for. You consider running.
Moments later you realise you are being lifted from the
floor and laid backward onto the table, a small cushion
is under your head, supporting your neck. You make to
shift up the table as you realise a great pressure
along your bottom as it is right on the end of the
table and your legs are dangling uncomfortably.
However, as you make to move.
Your Spanish escorts each take a leg, raising and
spreading them - thus removing the pressure from the
edge of the table, you need not move. Indeed, you
cannot move. You realise that this is a sacrificial
altar – a black granite slab with you as the sacrifice.
Your exposure means nothing to you now.
You notice that the red velvet couch is packed with
men, drinking, talking, and watching you. A face looms
above you, the Spaniards each stretch a hand to your
cunt and scoop cum from your mound - spreading it over
your belly and rubbing your clit briskly for but a
minute. You feel a hardness at your entrance and a cock
slides slowly into you. You try to force yourself to
focus on the face above the cock.
A rather rotund gentleman rocks slowly in and out of
you. He fixes you with a stare but says nothing. You
feel his weight pressed against your crotch, you feel
his swollen glands against your even more swollen lips,
and his cock spreads them well. You notice cum spread
all over your lower half glows eerily under the black
lights. The cold sticky sensation quickly gives way to
the mounting warmth and vibrations from you cunt.
You feel your body rocking back and forth with his
fucking. The intensity of the fucking builds; the
rotund gentleman's face begins to distort. His makes
his first sounds. He holds your legs in a vice like
grip – one in each arm - he bangs you harder and
harder. His head back, you know he is spraying his seed
into you.
When you see the blackest face in your life, an absurd
thought crosses your mind; it’s a long way from Africa!
At that moment hands grip your head and your face is
turned to the side. A large and incredibly hard shaft –
this a white one - is pushed into your mouth as you
feel your cunt being once again stretched! In
concussion after concussion a huge pair of black balls
slaps your bottom – you can’t see from your position,
but they glisten with sweat.
What you can see is the forest of public hair
surrounding the cock you are sucking. You don’t have to
suck for long - it explodes in your mouth seconds
later, its far enough back that it drains easily down
your throat. As you swallow the final pearls of cum,
you feel your black lover slam into you with a mighty
thrust his tool jetting his sperm deep into you! Spent
it withdraws too.
Your hands are gently pulled from their unconscious
grip on the stone table’s edges to waiting cocks, the
largest you've yet to see. You obediently begin to pump
them. They are slick from previous couplings. Your
mouth is in demand again and before you can open your
mouth you feel your legs being handed to another man.
He enters you in a single stroke, you body rocks
backward under the assault. The cock in your mouth
withdraws pumping cum onto your face and neck for which
you’re quietly thankful. Moments later the cock on
either side of you erupts - spaying your beautiful
breasts with cum.
You manage to look around quickly, you spot me standing
just outside the inner ring of man now gathered around
you. Drink in hand, I watch from edge of the grotto.
Then you notice and quantify the line of men stretching
out in front and around you, 20, 30, more? Your mouth
is again guided to a waiting cock, on the other side
this time; hands guide your delightful fingers to two
more waiting shafts.
More cum splashes onto your quivering breasts and belly
- cum floods into your throat. All the while you
continue to be violently rocked back and forth with
intensive and concentrated fucking. All the men are
talking to you, but their voices fade in and out of the
noisy background - tango music and talking. "Christ I
need some of that" or "Look at her take that!" and "Oh
Lord look at her swallow that"; while there was no
violence beyond coarse or rough sex, you discern
comments at times, "fuck that whore", "make her
swallow!" or "make the bitch moan!"
Yet again your cunt is stretched, your vision blurs and
flickers with the thrum of music and conversation. The
line looks longer than before as men drift into the
grotto to watch the action! Another head arcs back as
another man pounds the "sperm bag" that you have
become. Fresh cum jets from a cock landing across your
belly and yet another man moves from your mouth to cum
in your hair.
You are a machine. You rock back on your bottom, you
pump cocks with tight fists and leaden arms, your cunt
is stretched and numb, your mouth aches. As you deal to
four cocks simultaneously yet again, you realise you
can still taste the cock in your mouth. You are unsure
why, but you are certain it has recently been in
another cunt recently. You don’t understand why, but
you suck and lick with renewed energy.
You drift off into a blur...you begin counting the
shiny bumps on the ceiling, this goes on for god knows
how long. Legs are passed to whomever is standing next
in line, legs down, legs up, legs together, legs spread
- in general not uncomfortable at all when they are
being held by someone standing in front. Some lovers
too vigorous, but it’s never painful - breast swinging
wildly and then just jiggling then swinging violently
and so on, time seems to stand still.
Your mouth fills again with cum and you swallow - is it
possible to get full on cum? You are on the verge of
laughing out loud, giddiness from exhaustion. You turn
your head for another cock, but none are there, your
hands are empty - your arms dangle off the table. I
look you in the eyes, my arms propping up your weary
legs. I place your legs up straight, which has happened
seldom enough tonight to still feel good, and I slide
slowly into you - never breaking my gaze into your
wonderfully deep eyes!
My arms wrap around your legs, I caress your belly -
sliding wads of cum onto the table beside you. As I
plunge deeply into you, I wipe cum from your lovely
face; sticky hair is plastered to your forehead. I cup
your gorgeously slimy breasts and I blow you a kiss.
You are a mess. I am so deeply in love with you. I cum
in a spectacular orgasm with bright lights and wobbly
knees. Your smile melts me...
I lower your legs slowly, gently, the pressure returns
to your bottom. You reach for my hands and I take your
wet sticky hands in mine and I lift you from the table
to the floor. I support you as your legs fold under
you. It takes a minute to feel them again, your sandals
at your feet are slipped on. Several men approach while
we hold each other tight. They kiss you lovingly on the
cheek.
I lead you across the room. Your dress is produced and
they slide it over your head. It sticks to your body -
it is adjusted as best as possible. With your purse
over my shoulder and your bra in my pocket, I walk you
down the corridor and out the steel door from whence
this adventure began. The Spaniard who fucked you first
tonight holds the door open. He blow's you a kiss as
you shuffle slowly through the door, "An honour lady,"
he says with deep sincerity. You manage a week nod.
I get you to the parking garage and dump you carefully
into your seat – you are asleep in seconds. I drive
home in complete silence. I drive into the garage and
send the babysitter off. I return to the car and help
you upstairs to our room where I have drawn a bath with
lavender salts - I remove your dress and you march
zombie like to the bath. I wash and stroke you. I dry
you and deliver you into our bed - wrapping my arms
around you I spoon into your sleeping form. You are a
sleeping angel. My love for you swells again and I too
fall asleep.
You awake in the morning to the smell of coffee and
croissants. A note by the bed indicates that I have
taken the kids to the zoo - we'll be back after lunch.
So your questions will have to wait for now my darling.
The End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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