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Dear Kristen
by Linda (address withheld)
***
There is nothing quite as exhilarating as letting
yourself go completely. It takes a lot of courage to
just through caution to the wind and leave yourself
vulnerable, but I'm just such a woman and this is my
story. (M+/F, exh, orgy, intr, unsafe-sex)
***
Dear Kristen:
A while back, I sent you "Volume I" of my experiences.
In case you've forgotten, here's a copy:
I guess I've always been an exhibitionist. I can
remember the thrill I got in high school whenever I
realized that a boy was trying to look up my skirt. I
also remember that on such occasions, I was careful not
to ruin his view.
In college, I got a daily rush as I walked to class
past the fire station, as the firefighters enjoyed my
hot pants and halter top combinations (needless to say,
my male classmates and a few professors also enjoyed
the shows). Luckily, I married a wonderful guy who not
only tolerates my fantasies, but has led me to new
heights.
It all started one day when we were shopping. I was
looking for a new pair of shoes and John (my Husband)
was off looking at electronics. As a really cute
salesman helped me try on a pair of shoes, I realized
my skirt was riding up rather high on my legs, giving
him a good view. The rush of excitement started to fill
me and I casually managed to brush the hem even higher,
until I was sure he could see my black bikini panties.
I tried on several pairs of shoes after that, getting
hornier with each show. It wasn't until I got up to
leave that I saw John standing about 20 feet away,
staring at me! As I approached, he asked if I was
enjoying myself. I started to stammer out a reply, but
he angrily cut me off.
"It's obvious that you were exposing yourself on
purpose. Do I bore you so much that you have to get
your jollies like this?"
With that, he walked away. After I caught up with him,
we went out to our car and had a long talk. I managed
to convince him of my love for him and confessed to my
long-standing exhibitionism. To my surprise, he looked
me in the eye and offered me a proposition: "If you
mean everything you've said, I think we can work
something out. Are you willing?"
Of course, I had no choice but to say yes.
"OK," he continued, "We're going to have some fun.
Since you like to show off so much, I'm going to let
you--but, you're going to do exactly as I say.
Understand?" I inhaled deeply and nodded my head.
"All right, then, take off your pantyhose and panties,"
he ordered.
"W-What?" I stuttered.
"Listen, slut," he said, "If you're going to show off,
you're going to do it right! You will do exactly as I
say, and you will show your pussy where and when I tell
you. Now get your fucking panties off!"
Shock and lust mingled as did as I was told. John had
never used language like that around me and now he was
ordering me around like a whore. As my panties and
pantyhose slid off, He ordered, "Now your bra."
Without questioning him, I unhooked my bra, setting my
35c tits free.
"OK," he said, "Let's go shopping."
The rush of the air across my naked pussy turned me on
even more as we walked to the mall. Our first stop was
Frederick's of Hollywood, where John picked out a black
miniskirt, a sheer white blouse, and a garter belt and
stockings. He then ordered me into a restroom to change
into my "whore clothes."
As I left the restroom, I felt like every eye in the
mall was on me. The miniskirt barely covered the tops
of the stockings, and the sheer blouse did little to
hide the fact that I was braless. As I walked, I could
feel my nipples hardening and pressing against the thin
material.
"How do you feel?" John asked.
"Scared, horny, and confused," I replied.
"Good," he smiled. "You know, those shoes don't match
your new outfit. Why don't you go in this shoe store
and buy a pair of black spike heels. And, don't even
think about leaving until the salesman has had a good
look at your cunt." The tone of his voice made it clear
that I was expected to obey, so I did.
For the next 15 minutes, I tried on shoes, allowing my
skirt to ride up my thighs. The poor sales boy nearly
swallowed his tongue with excitement, and the bulge in
his pants proved he was getting the view John had
commanded.
Finally, I made my selection and walked out of the
store to John. "Now how do you feel?" he asked.
"Now, I'm just horny," I replied.
"That makes two of us," he said, "let's go out to the
car so you can blow me." Again, it was clear I had no
choice, so I dutifully followed him to the car and
sucked him dry in the parking lot. He then drove home
where he gave me the absolute best fucking I've ever
had.
As we lay in bed, I couldn't help asking if he'd like
me to continue the slut role. Smiling deeply, he
suggested that I agree to be his whore whenever he
asked. In return, he would promise to fulfill all of my
exhibitionist fantasies and that I would be fucked as
much as I could stand.
In response, I dove under the sheets and sucked
greedily on his cock, stopping only to say, "Your wish
is my command, Master."
**
Since that day, my Master has taken me on many shopping
trips, always showing my cunt to strangers, and always
fucking me fantastically afterwards. On our third such
trip, I was really getting into teasing a cute young
clerk. He was so turned on, he had trouble talking. As
I left the store, John met me and walked me to a nearby
bench.
"I think that poor boy needs relief," he said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, I think that you should go back in there,
follow him into the stockroom, and offer to suck his
cock." I did as I was ordered, thoroughly enjoying the
ten seconds it took to drain the poor boy's cock.
Recently, he took me even farther, bringing home two
gorgeous hunks to fuck me while he videotaped the
action.
I can't tell you how thrilling it was to have a cock in
my mouth while another stud pounded into my pussy,
knowing that John was watching and filming every
stroke. And, last night we had our greatest adventure
ever. Let me tell you about it:
As usual on a Saturday, I was dressed in my whore
outfit. As I pranced around the house, I couldn't help
getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of whatever
plan my husband had for me. As usual, I spent a large
part of the day looking in the mirror, admiring my
outfit. My black micro-mini skirt just reached the end
of my garters -- any time I leaned over or sat down, it
rose to show my thighs above the stockings. My blouse
was all but transparent, and my hard nipples were
clearly visible.
But, what brought the outfit together was the set of 4
1/2 inch spike heels on which I had to balance. My
husband had told me that in this outfit I was the most
beautiful slut he had ever seen and that he constantly
wanted to fuck me. Luckily, he usually went with his
desires, and Saturdays were often one fuck after
another.
Late in the afternoon, we took our weekly shopping
trip, where I flashed my pussy and tits to at least ten
lucky guys. I was a little disappointed that I wasn't
ordered to deliver a blow job to one of them, but John
assured me that I would have my fun later. This, he
said, was just a warm-up.
**
At about 7:00, John ordered me to collect my "toys" (a
few dildos and vibrators I keep to entertain John and
myself with) and get into the car. He then drove me to
the home of one of our friends, Steve. Steve is a truck
driver who has fucked me several times during our
games. He has a huge cock and is always good for a
great fucking, so I started to get eager as we pulled
into his drive. It was then I noticed four other cars
parked in the drive.
As we entered the house, I saw that Steve had set up a
card table where he and five other guys were playing
poker. Smiling, he greeted us, telling the other
players, "Our waitress is here."
All of the guys immediately started placing orders for
drinks, which I dutifully filled. As I served the
drinks, each of the guys fondled my ass, tits and pussy
for as long as they could. I snuck a look at John and
saw him smiling like a Cheshire cat.
Again following orders, I returned to the kitchen and
picked up a tray of snacks which I also served. Again,
all six guys enjoyed my assets, with several managing
to finger-fuck me as I served the guy next to them.
John motioned me to follow him into the kitchen and I
did so, barely able to control my lust.
John immediately removed my skirt and blouse, kissed
me, and told me that before the night was over I would
be fucked better than I had ever dreamt, but first I
needed to tease the guys until they were ready to
burst. He then handed me an ice bucket and told me to
see if anybody's drinks needed freshened.
Reaching into the bucket, I pulled out an ice cube
which I rubbed on my already hard nipples, until they
were nearly as stiff as the cocks in the next room.
Then, clad only in a garter belt, stockings and heels,
I took a deep breath, walked into the living room and
asked "Anybody need ice?" The reaction from the men was
great. I heard several gasps, one moan and the sound of
one poor guy dropping his glass.
As I refilled their glasses, it was obvious that all
barriers were down. My tits, ass and pussy were
caressed, pinched, kissed and sucked as I fought to
push them away (of course, I didn't fight too hard). As
I watched the game resume, Steve won a big pot, so I
walked over and slid onto his lap.
"Since you just won, you won't mind sitting out a hand
will you?" I purred.
"Not at all," he answered.
During the next hand, Steve and I kissed and talked. He
also took advantage of the time to finger-fuck me
almost to an orgasm. Unfortunately, before I could
come, the hand ended. The winner this time was Bob, a
tall thin blond, who had caught my eye from the
beginning of the evening.
Eagerly, I moved to his lap, and sucked his tongue
deeply into my mouth. I could feel his cock straining
against his pants as I asked, "What's your favorite
position for sex?" He managed to stammer that he liked
to fuck doggy style.
"Oooh," I responded, "that's neat -- I love getting
fucked from behind." The effect was just what I
expected: Bob had to fight to keep from creaming his
jeans right there. The next hand ended with Ron, a huge
black guy winning the pot--and a lap warmer.
As we kissed and he fondled my tits, I asked, "Are
black cocks really as big as they say?"
"Mine is," he answered.
Reaching down, I stroked his dick through his pants and
sighed deeply. Before I could go further, the hand
ended, with Steve winning again. Moving to his lap, I
said, "I know what you like," and straddled his legs,
putting my now soaked pussy against the bulge in his
pants.
As the poker game went on, I slid up and down his
trapped shaft. Steve sucked on my tits as I got hotter
and hotter. Again, just as I was about to come, the
hand ended and I had to change laps. This continued for
almost an hour, with each winner enjoying all the
attention I could give him.
Several times, the guys started to undo their pants and
free their suffering dicks, but I made it clear that
the fun would continue only as long as everyone kept
his cock in his pants.
Finally, Steve mentioned that he needed another beer.
As I walked into the kitchen, John grabbed me, kissing
me deeply. "You're fantastic!" was all he could say. He
then handed me my bag of toys and indicated that it was
time to break up the card game for a little show. A
cold wave of fear struck me as I heard his words.
It had taken me months to work up enough courage to
allow my husband to watch me masturbate. Now, he was
ordering me to put on a similar show for 6 other men, 5
of whom I barely knew. Could I do it? As the wave of
fear swept down my body, a strange thing happened: it
collided with a wave of heat and lust which was rising
from my pussy. I literally felt my stomach churning as
the two powers fought for control of my body.
Finally, I could feel my nipples start to harden and my
face begin to redden as the heat of my passion overcame
my fears and one thought forced itself to the front of
my mind. Responding to that thought, I asked, "Am I
allowed to have an orgasm?"
Smiling, John replied, "Allowed? I want you to have an
orgasm! But, take your time and make it good. After
that, you are allowed to do anything you want. You'll
have 6 horny guys to take care of, but I know you can
do it."
Taking the bag of toys, I confidently walked to the
table and announced, "OK, boys, the card game is over.
It's time for me play a little." With that, I climbed
onto the table and pulled out my largest dildo. Lying
back, I slid the head of the rubber cock between my
labia. This particular dildo is 13 inches long and
about 2 inches in diameter, so it had always been a
struggle to use it in the past. But, after all the
preliminaries, I was so wet that the head popped into
my pussy with no effort at all.
Soon, I was slamming 10 inches of rock-hard rubber in
and out of my cunt like a jackhammer. Opening my eyes,
I saw 6 cocks at attention with every one of the guys
taking matters into his own hands. That's all it took
for me to explode into the biggest orgasm I had ever
had. Waves of pleasure washed over me for what seemed
like forever.
As I came to my senses, I could see Steve's beautiful
cock inches from my face. Looking him in the eyes, I
managed to whisper, "Please, I need the real thing.
Please, please fuck me."
Steve needed no further encouragement; grasping my leg,
he spun me around and pulled me to the edge of the
table. With one thrust, he drove his cock into my
sopping pussy, slamming his balls against my ass. As I
looked around, I marveled at the thought that I was
getting fucked while 6 guys (including my husband)
watched.
My brain told me I should be embarrassed or ashamed,
but the rest of my body disagreed. I was thrilled to be
doing what I was doing and I loved the way every eye in
the room was fixed on my pussy. Suddenly, I focused on
Ron's cock. As he had promised, it was huge.
To my amazement, it looked even bigger than the dildo I
had been using minutes before. Reaching out, I grabbed
the monster and pulled it to my mouth. The contrast
between my white fingers, bright red fingernails, and
the huge black shaft was the most erotic thing I had
ever seen.
I could barely fit the cock head into my mouth, but I
was determined to give Ron the best blow job he had
ever had. Luckily, he understood how difficult it was
to suck something that big, and allowed me to adjust
and slowly slide more of his meat into my hungry mouth.
I was vaguely aware of Steve screaming as he shot his
load into my pussy, and I felt someone else take his
place and start fucking me, but I was concentrating on
the biggest dick I had ever seen which was now pushing
against the back of my throat. Accompanied by the
cheers of the audience, I continued to work on sucking
Ron's cock deeper and deeper.
Suddenly, I could feel him tensing; his hands grasped
the back of my head. I knew he was getting close and I
knew I couldn't expect him to stay patient.
Desperately, I tried to relax my throat muscles and let
him plunge even deeper.
Finally, I felt his balls pressing against my chin and
I knew I had done it! Reaching up, I stroked his balls
once, twice, three times, and was rewarded with a groan
and the familiar taste of hot, sweet cum washing down
my throat. He seemed to pump gallons of sperm into me;
despite my best efforts to swallow it all, some oozed
out of my mouth and dribbled down my neck. I've always
been proud of my cocksucking abilities, but never as
much as I was at that moment.
**
The rest of the night was a nymphomaniac's paradise. I
got fucked in every conceivable position. Each of the
guys fucked my cunt and my mouth at least once. My
personal highlight was when I straddled Ron, riding his
huge cock, while Bob fucked my ass from behind.
Meanwhile, the other guys took turns feeding me their
cocks while I jerked off whoever wasn't in my mouth. At
the end of the night, I knelt by the door with a dildo
in my pussy and another up my ass. As each of my new
friends left, I gently kissed his cock goodbye, thanked
him for fucking me, and told him how much I had enjoyed
being his whore.
When only John and Steve were left, they led me to the
sofa and had me tell them all about my favorite parts
of the evening, especially dwelling on how it felt to
suck Ron's dick. Steve then walked over to a partially
open cupboard and pulled out a camcorder--they had
secretly videotaped the entire night! I actually got to
watch as that monster cock fucked my throat; what a
treat.
John has since made it clear that last night was only a
beginning. He's fascinated by my talent and my lust,
and says that watching me get gangbanged was the most
exciting thing he's ever done. I have burned every pair
of panties, pantyhose and bra that I own, and have
promised to be his slut 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
In return, I listened as he telephoned each of the guys
at the party to set up our next meeting. He has already
told me that at the end of the next party I am going to
offer myself to everyone in the room on a permanent
basis--I will be available to fuck or suck any of them
any time they want, as long as they agree that we will
videotape the action. I can only hope that they all
agree. I promise to let you know how it goes.
Proud to be a whore,
Lynda
Now Kristen, here is "Volume II" of my life
experiences:
Hi! As you probably know, in my last letter, I promised
to keep you informed about my continuing adventures now
that I've become a full-time sex toy for my husband,
John, and his friends. In my first letter, I told you
all about how I got into this position and how much
John and I enjoyed my first gangbang.
Since that night, it seems my life has become one
fantasy fuck after another. John's imagination is
unlimited, and I have yet to refuse one of his orders.
Since I now spend most of my days nude, I have gone on
a diet, trimming my figure to 35c-25-35. John still
thinks my legs are my best asset (since I'm 5'8" tall,
I do have nice long legs which are emphasized nicely by
the stiletto heels I now wear constantly). In the weeks
since I became a sex toy, John and I have established a
set of rules which I constantly obey. These rules are:
1. I never, ever wear a bra, panties, pantyhose or any
type of pants, unless directed to by John.
2. Whenever I am in our house, I must be naked, except
that I am permitted to wear a garter belt, stockings
and high heels. John will make exceptions to this for
special occasions (for example, a visit from my
mother), but such exceptions are rare.
3. My legs and pussy must be perfectly shaved at all
times. I am not permitted to have any stubble or other
imperfections. I am permitted to retain a small
triangle of pubic hair above my pussy, but it must be
neatly trimmed.
4. My hair and makeup must be perfect at all times. My
hair (blonde) is worn long and loose around my
shoulders. My lipstick and fingernails are always to be
bright red, and must be perfectly maintained.
5. When I leave the house, I wear only miniskirts,
mini-dresses, or button-down-the front skirts or
dresses which must be unbuttoned to a point at least
18" above my knees. Blouses must be either sheer enough
to see my nipples, or must be unbuttoned to a point
below my tits.
6. I am not permitted to use "cutesy" or "analytical"
terms such as "making love" or "vagina". Instead, I
must use common terms like "fuck" and "cunt."
7. I must fuck, suck, and/or display my body whenever
and wherever John orders. This includes fucking and
sucking any of the guys from my first gangbang whenever
they want. After all, they helped teach me the joy of
being a fuck toy, so they deserve "any time, any where"
status.
8. I must obey any order John gives, even if it
conflicts with any of the above rules.
I realize that many women would find these rules
oppressive and unacceptable, especially in the "Equal
Rights" era we live in. However, I have no problem with
these rules. I know that John respects my mind and
believes me to be his equal in all non-sexual matters.
I trust him completely and know that he would never
order me to do anything which might hurt me.
Our rules only provide a basis for a great sex life.
Before the rules we had a "normal" sex life--2 or 3
fucks a week, generally just before we both fell
asleep. Now, I get fucked 2 or 3 times a day and have
experienced thrills that other women merely dream of.
For example, let me tell you what I did this week:
On Monday, as usual, I got up an hour before John,
showered, shaved my legs and pussy, prepared my hair
and make-up, and woke John up with a blowjob. About
10:00 A.M., I got a phone call from Steve. As you may
recall, Steve is one of the guys who participated in my
first gangbang and to whom John has offered my body on
an "anytime" basis.
It seems Steve was going to be in town briefly and
wanted to fuck. I invited him over, called John at work
to report my situation, and set up our camcorder to
record the activity for John's review. When Steve
arrived, I greeted him wearing only my stiletto heels
and a gold necklace. Since he was in a hurry, we didn't
bother with games. Instead, he took me straight to bed,
fucking me with his normal level of passion.
After he filled my pussy with his cum, he allowed me to
fuck myself to an orgasm with a dildo while he watched.
Since this made him hard again, he had me suck his
cock, choosing to shoot his load all over my face.
After he left, I had just enough time to get cleaned up
before John came home for lunch. While John watched the
video of Steve fucking me, I sat between his legs,
sucking his dick.
Eventually, John rewarded me by bending me over the
sofa and fucking me up the ass. The afternoon was
relatively uneventful, although one door-to-door
salesman got quite an eyeful while trying to convince
me to buy an encyclopedia. Had he wanted to fuck me, I
would have called John to get permission (which is
almost always granted) and then would have given him
whatever he wanted. Unfortunately, he never worked up
the courage to ask.
On Mondays, we always have a "Monday Night Football"
party. John invited the usual gang over for the game,
and I filled the role of cocktail waitress (nude, of
course). I also provided the halftime entertainment,
putting on a show with my dildo collection. During the
game, John runs a pool--whoever guesses closest to the
final score gets to fuck the waitress. This week, the
winner was Ron, a black stud with the biggest cock I
have ever seen.
As the others watched, Bob fucked me for almost an
hour, coming twice in my cunt and once in my mouth. I
must admit, I always secretly hope that Ron will win
the pool. I always enjoy getting fucked in front of an
audience, but it's even better with a well-hung stud
like Ron. No matter how often I do it, there is nothing
that turns me on as much as swallowing his 12" dick and
feeling his big balls slap my chin while the others
"ooh and ahh" over my cocksucking abilities. I know it
also turns on John, because he never fails to fuck me
like mad on nights after Ron wins the pool.
On Tuesdays, I am permitted to sleep in because of
Monday's late night activities. Thus, John was already
at work when the phone rang, waking me up. This time,
it was Joe calling. Joe is one of our Monday night
regulars, but isn't one of my "anytime" fuckers. He
also has yet to be lucky enough to win the pool, and
therefore has never gotten to fuck me. He said that he
hadn't been able to sleep since watching Ron and me and
desperately needed to see me. He asked me to meet him
at a local restaurant for lunch and "some fun".
After getting approval from John, I showered, shaved
and dressed for lunch. I wore a tiny, white knit mini-
dress, which barely covered my ass. Because it was so
short, I couldn't wear any stockings, and so was
completely nude underneath. Putting on my 4" white high
heels, I went out the door, confident that Joe would
enjoy seeing me. Every eye in the room watched me as I
walked over to Joe's booth.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he made room
for me to sit down. He kept his left hand on my pussy
during the entire meal, letting me know my choice of
clothing was perfect. Throughout the meal, I did my
best to keep him aroused, sensuously licking my
silverware, and making a point of talking about how
much I enjoy Monday night football.
After finishing lunch, we then went out to his car,
where I asked if he wanted a blowjob or a fuck. "God,"
he moaned, "I'm dying to fuck your mouth!" Stripping
off my dress, I slid to the floor and freed his cock.
Needless to say, he was already rock hard and ready for
action. His cock was tiny compared to Ron's, but was a
nicely shaped 6", so he had nothing to be ashamed of. I
could tell his blowjob was not going to take long from
the moment I touched his quivering dick. The head was
already coated with pre-cum from all my teasing in the
restaurant, and he moaned softly as I kissed the tip
and licked off the delicious fluid.
Slowly, I lowered my head, sucking slightly as his cock
slid over my tongue. After a few strokes, I paused to
tell him how good he tasted and how glad I was he had
called me. As I slid him back into my hot mouth, I saw
him close his eyes and clench his mouth, and knew he
was fighting to keep from coming. I also knew that when
a man is in my mouth, the only one who can control his
cock is me, and I was not going to let him wait.
Sucking deeply, I fed his dick down my throat, humming
softly as I did so. At the same time, I gently squeezed
his balls, encouraging his orgasm. As I expected, he
erupted in my mouth, unleashing spurt after spurt of my
favorite after-dinner drink. As his orgasm subsided, I
continued to suck and lick his cock, managing to
maintain his rigid condition.
Once I was sure he was going to stay hard, I slid back
onto the seat and pulled his face to mine. As we
kissed, I managed to let a few drops of his cum (which
I had held in my mouth) dribble onto his tongue. "How
do you like the taste of your sperm?" I asked.
"I-I'm not sure," he stuttered, "Th-that's the first
time I've tasted it."
"Well," I suggested, "How would you like to taste a
load of your cum as it drips out of my pussy? If you're
willing, I'll let you fuck me right now to find out how
it tastes."
Without hesitation, he kissed me again and said, "Yes!
Yes, anything you want!"
"Do you want me right here where anybody can see us?" I
asked.
"I don't care who sees us, I have to fuck that
beautiful cunt!" he nearly
shouted.
I immediately slid onto his lap and buried his cock in
my pussy. As I rode him like a bucking bronco, I
whispered encouragement into his ear: "Come on baby,
fuck me good. Pound the cock into my tight little
pussy. You like that, don't you? Yes, that's it, fuck
me hard. You know I like it when a man abuses my cunt.
Oh God, you do like fucking me don't you? Oh, I can't
wait to tell John what a terrific fuck you gave me. Oh,
baby stick it to me, I love your prick. Oh, you're
going to make me cum. Come on sugar, give it to me, cum
with me Joe... make me your fuck toy... fuck me, FUCK
ME HARD!"
Between the squeezing of my cunt muscles and the
begging in his ear, Joe was going wild: "Yes, yes, ride
my cock bitch! Oh god I love your pussy, you're so
fucking beautiful. Oh, oh, I'm coming!"
With that, he shot his second load in ten minutes,
splashing my insides with his seed. As he collapsed in
exhaustion, I guided him onto his back across the front
seat. As he gasped for air, I quickly slid off of his
softening prick and moved up to straddle his face. He
opened his eyes to see my shaved pussy inches from his
mouth. "Wait," he started to say.
"No way, sugar," I replied, "You promised to eat your
cum out of my pussy, and now it's time to pay the
piper." With that, I lowered myself onto his mouth and
relaxed my cunt muscles, letting his load pour out of
me and onto his face. Gasping for air, Joe knew he had
no choice but to swallow his own cum.
Surrendering, he swallowed and licked me clean,
bringing me to an orgasm as he did. "Now, that wasn't
so bad was it?" I asked.
"I guess not," he answered, "Besides, that fuck was
worth it." I couldn't help but giggle as Joe struggled
to get his pants back up and I slid back into my dress.
For once, the fuck toy had taken control and been the
boss. What a thrill it was to force a man to do what I
wanted! Not that I was about to give up my whore status
with John (and lose the chance for all this great sex),
but it was fun to be in charge for a change, I'd almost
forgotten how easy it is to control a man through his
penis.
After kissing Joe goodbye (and getting one more taste
of his cum-coated lips), I hurried home. I had just
enough time to shower and freshen up before John came
home form work. I couldn't wait to tell him about my
adventure with Joe, and after hearing my story, John
couldn't wait to fuck me.
Unlike Joe, John managed to keep his cock from a quick
explosion, and slowly worked me to orgasm after orgasm.
Finally, he rolled me over and spread my ass cheeks.
"Since your mouth and cunt have already been creamed
up, I think it's time to fuck your other hole," he
said.
"Just what I was hoping you'd say!" I answered. "Come
on honey, fuck my ass. I've been a bad girl, fucking
poor Joe like that, teach my ass a lesson with that big
cock of yours!"
That was all the encouragement John needed. Within
seconds, he was pounding into my ass, grunting with
each stroke and muttering between gasps: "You fucking
whore... you slut... take this, bitch... I'm going to
fuck your ass until you can't sit for a week!"
Losing control myself, I heard my voice moaning in
response: "Yes! Yes, fuck my ass! C'mon baby, nobody
fucks me like you! Oh god, I'm such a whore! Fuck me,
use me, cum in my ass, anything you want, baby... oh,
yes..."
Just then John's cock exploded, gushing what seemed
like a quart of cum into my ass. Totally spent, we
collapsed into bed, cuddling together in exhaustion. As
I fell asleep, my last thoughts were how lucky I was to
be John's whore and how much I loved my new lifestyle.
**
Wednesday started like most days: I got up early,
showered put on my makeup, and returned to bed to
deliver John's wake-up blowjob. As I cleaned the house
after John had left for work, I couldn't help thinking
about my sex life and fantasizing about what adventure
I would have next.
I imagined the doorbell ringing and answering the door
to find two hunks who said they had been hired by John
to work on a plumbing problem at our house. Needless to
say, before long my fantasy men were working on my
plumbing with their favorite tools.
Unfortunately, my fantasies remained just that, with
the afternoon passing uneventfully (yes, there are some
days when I don't get fucked by one of John's friends).
As a result, by the time John got home, I was
uncontrollably horny. When he found out that I hadn't
been fucked all day, John smiled and said, "Well, I bet
your in the mood for some fun, then. How about a
shopping trip?"
As you know, I love going shopping and showing off my
body, but right then I had something more satisfying in
mind. "I'd rather go upstairs and fuck you until you
pass out." I answered.
Laughing, John said, "Don't worry, you're going to get
fucked. But first, I feel like reminding you that
you're my sex toy. After all, it's been 24 hours since
any of my friends fucked you! Why don't you go upstairs
and put on one of your flashing outfits for me?"
Even though he phrased it as a question, I knew it was
an order, so I went upstairs, put on a garter belt,
stockings, and a cute little red dress we had gotten at
Frederick's of Hollywood. It was one of my longer
dresses, coming down to about 4" above my knees, but it
had two zippers in the front; one ran from the hemline
up to the waist and the other ran from the neckline
down to the waist.
When both were completely unzipped, there was about 2"
of material between them and my pussy and tits were
fully exposed. I carefully adjusted the zippers so that
I could limit how much was showing (most, but not all,
of my tits and just a slight view of the tops of my
stockings), put on my red spike heels, and walked down
stairs.
"Good choice!" John exclaimed. "You look great! I
guarantee that every guy who sees you will want to fuck
you!"
"That's fair," I answered, "I'm so horny, I'm going to
want to fuck every guy I see!" We went out the door and
got into the car.
To my surprise, John drove past the mall where we
usually shop. When I asked why, he only smiled and
said, "I have a better idea for tonight. Since you're
such a horny bitch, I thought we'd try something
special." He refused to say anything else, but
continued to drive until we reached an adult book
store. The signs outside advertised adult books,
videos, toys, and live peep shows.
Despite my sexual appetite, I had never been inside to
check out their supplies. As I looked at John for
guidance, he said, "Just follow my lead, I think you'll
enjoy this."
As we entered the store I looked around and saw that
there were two men shopping; one was checking out the
video selection and another was looking over a
selection of porn magazines featuring women with huge
tits. The clerk, a cute guy who looked barely old
enough t be in the store sat behind a counter looking
bored.
At the sound of the door closing, the clerk glanced our
way and immediately lost his bored look. As he flatly
stared at me, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened. It
was obvious that they got very few female customers,
and even less who were dressed like me. As we walked
around the store, John made a point of squeezing my ass
and stroking my hair and arms.
We discussed the toys on the shelves and John pointed
out several items, on the bottom shelves, knowing that
I would have to either bend over, displaying my ass to
those behind me or squat, which would cause my dress to
ride up and expose my pussy to those in front of me.
As usual, I knew that every eye in the room was
following my every move, and as I bent and squatted to
reach the bottom shelves and stretched to teach the top
shelves, I got hornier and hornier. Eventually, the
other two customers made their choices and checked out,
leaving us alone with the clerk. Picking up a couple of
large dildos, John asked the clerk if they were
guaranteed.
Obviously confused and embarrassed by the question, the
clerk shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know --
nobody has ever returned one." Chuckling, John remarked
that I might have to try them on before we purchased
any. He then asked about the peep shows advertised
outside.
The clerk explained that they were short of girls and,
as a result, didn't have anyone on duty at the moment.
Putting on a disappointed look, John remarked that he
had really been looking forward to a show. He then
asked if the store was looking for replacements.
"We're always looking," the clerk replied.
"Well," John said, "My wife might be able to use a
part-time job. Can she have a try out?"
The clerk's eyes bulged as he looked quickly at me. For
a second, I thought he was going to pass out, but he
finally managed to say, "The... the manager isn't here
right now, but I'm sure he'd be willing to see her -- I
mean, he'd be willing to interview her."
John looked at me, winked, and turned back to the
clerk. "Why don't you just see her and report to your
manager what you think? Should she go into one of your
back rooms or would you prefer to conduct the interview
here?" Gulping, the clerk said, "I-I can't leave the
register... I have to stay here."
John continued to press the issue, "What do your girls
generally do? Do they just strip, or do they put on
more explicit shows?"
"Well, generally they just strip and talk to the
customers through the glass wall, but if a customer
gives them a big enough tip, they sometimes get, well,
more intimate."
"Well, suppose we pretend that you just gave Lynda here
a really big tip. Honey, show him how intimate you can
get."
Taking my cue, I walked behind the counter and slowly
unzipped my dress the rest of the way. Shrugging my
shoulders, I let it slip off and fall to the floor. As
I stood naked in front of this young clerk, I felt my
pussy getting damp and lust taking over my body. My
hands wandered over my body, pinching my nipples,
stroking my pussy, and rubbing my stockings.
Turning away from the clerk, I bent over, spreading my
legs to give him a view of my ass and pussy. I
straightened up and walked toward him, saying, "I want
you to know these tits are natural, not silicon. Would
you like to feel them?" Nodding, he reached out and
cupped each of my tits, his eyes getting even wider.
As I backed away, I noticed the dildos John had carried
to the counter. Grabbing the largest one, I licked it
suggestively, keeping my eyes on the clerk. Hopping
onto the counter, I spread my legs and started to
stroke my pussy. "Do your girls fuck themselves for the
customers?" I asked.
"I-I don't really know," he whispered.
"Well, if I'm hired, you'll know I'm willing to do
whatever it takes to please the customers," I cooed. I
then started to slide the dildo between my pussy lips.
"Don't be afraid," I continued, "Take out your cock and
rub it, that's what your customers do isn't it?"
As I slid the rubber cock deeper into my steamy twat,
his zipper came down and his dick came out. The sight
of that young pecker got me even more excited. I drove
the dildo into my cunt, fucking myself harder and
harder. Soon I was gasping with every stroke, as I felt
myself losing control.
Becoming more vocal, I started babbling, "That's it
baby, stroke your cock, look at my cunt... see how deep
this dildo is going. I wish it was your hot young dick
fucking me... oh, how I'd love that. I bet you'd like
to fuck me wouldn't you? How about fucking my mouth,
would you like that? I love to suck cock and I love to
fuck. Oh baby, you look like you're ready to cum...
wait for me, I want to cum with you. Pretend this is
your cock in my cunt... oh yeah, fuck me baby... shoot
your cum all over me. I'm going to cum... come on, baby
shoot with me... oh god... now, honey, now!"
As if on cue, my young spectator obeyed, pointing his
cock at me and sending a huge gob of semen splashing
onto my tits. The second wad caught me in the face,
splashing on my forehead and running down my cheek. As
I surrendered to my own orgasm, I managed to reach out
with my tongue and catch some of the sperm running down
my face.
This caused my young stud to send another spurt through
the air, this one landing on my stomach and on the hand
pumping the dildo into my pussy. "YES!" I screamed.
"Shower me with your cum... come on, baby, give it all
to me... I want to wear your cum home!"
Taking my hand from the dildo, I rubbed his cum all
over my face and body. As I did, he continued to cum,
shaking with every blast. I swear, he must have been
saving up for a month... he spurted load after load
onto my body and onto the counter. Finally, his cock
quivered and started to soften.
Diving to my knees, I kissed and sucked his shriveled
dick, telling him how delicious his cum was and how
much I enjoyed cumming with him. After we both calmed
down, I coolly reached over and picked up my dress,
smiled, and asked "Do you think I can get the job?"
**
As we rode home, John couldn't compliment my
performance enough. "You were spectacular," he said,
"You were born to be a whore... I love watching you
perform. Believe me when we get home I'm going to give
you the fucking you deserve. You are going to get
fucked until you can't cum anymore."
And, when we got home, that's exactly what happened --
John fucked me longer and harder than ever before. By
the time we collapsed into each others arms, I had
decided that we would have to make the book store a
permanent part of our sex games. Who knows, maybe I
really could get a job there--I bet that would drive
John mad with lust! Oh would that be fun!
After Thursday morning's blowjob (which took quite a
while, since John had spent so much energy and cum the
night before), I relaxed around the house, thinking
about how lucky I am. After all, I have a well-hung
husband who's not only terrific in bed, but who enjoys
letting me have all the sex I want.
More miraculously, he understands my desires even
better than I do. I would never have thought of the
circumstances he created on Wednesday night, but once
he put me in them, it was great, fucking myself in
front of a nice young cock, getting fresh young sperm
shot all over my face and body. Then going home and
getting fucked out of my mind.
Before I realized it, my fingers were buried in my
pussy and I was moving towards an orgasm as I replayed
last night over and over in my mind. My masturbation
was interrupted by the telephone ringing. "Oh," I
thought, "Please be someone wanting to fuck me!"
The voice on the phone was John's, "Hi sugar, what are
you up to?" Truthful to a fault, I told him I was
finger-fucking myself while daydreaming about the night
before. Chuckling, John asked if I was interested in
some live action instead of fantasy replays. "You know
I am." was my reply.
"OK, here's the story," he explained. "You remember me
mentioning I had a meeting with Pat Wilson this
morning? Pat's the CEO of one of our biggest customers,
and is used to special treatment as a result. Well,
during lunch, Pat was hinting about being horny and
needing a whore to relieve the stress of travel. After
a little small talk, the conversation kept coming back
to whether or not I knew any whores.
Since you're the hottest slut I know, I ended up
recommending you. Pat's thrilled, and wants to get
together with you right now, so you'd better get ready.
There are a few things you should know though. First,
Pat thinks you're a whore, not my wife, so play it like
you're a pro. Who knows, Pat may even "tip" you.
Second, Pat is into lingerie, so put on some clothes. I
was thinking your "Merry Widow" and G-string outfit
would be perfect. Finally, make sure you turn on the
hidden camera in the bedroom -- I don't want to miss
this!"
After a little more conversation, we hung up and I ran
upstairs to get ready. I dug my Merry Widow outfit out
of the drawer and pulled it on. This outfit is a black
and red bustier; it leaves my tits exposed and ends
just above my pubic hair. Long garters lead to black
nylon stockings.
As John had suggested, I also put on a tiny black G-
string; the outfit is topped with a sheer red nylon
"jacket" which sort of covers my tits. As I put on my
highest spike heels, the doorbell rang. "God," I
thought, "this Pat didn't waste any time."
I rushed over to the hidden camcorder, turned it on and
ran to answer the door. Putting on my sexiest smile, I
opened the door. Instead of a horny stud, there stood a
tall, pretty brunette in a well-tailored blue pinstripe
suit. "Oops," I thought, "Wrong doorbell. Well, at
least I'm sort of dressed; after all, a few minutes ago
I would have answered the door nude."
As I started to ask if I could help this stranger at my
door, she spoke, "You must be Lynda; I'm Patty." My
surprise must have showed on my face because she
immediately added, "Didn't John call you? He said he
would let you know I was coming."
Fighting to regain control of my senses, I managed to
say, "Oh, yes, he called. It's just that when he said
'Pat' I assumed he meant 'Patrick'. I guess I was just
a little surprised."
"Is this a problem?" she asked. "I'll understand if..."
"Hell yes it's a problem. I've never even thought about
fucking another woman and now I have some damn lesbian
bitch knocking on my door expecting me to dive into her
cunt!" I thought to myself. Fortunately, though, I was
able to control myself and answered sweetly, "No, it's
not a problem... I-I just need a second. Please, come
in."
As I closed the door and turned to face her, she
stepped closer and kissed me. Her kiss was different
than anything I have ever felt. At once soft and
gentle, but at the same time forceful and passionate.
As her tongue caressed my lips and teeth, I found
myself responding, sliding my tongue into her mouth
almost automatically. Her hands caressed my ass and
moved up to my tits. To my surprise, my pussy started
to dampen almost immediately.
"Let's, let's go upstairs," I suggested.
"Lead on," she agreed. As we reached the top of the
stairs, we paused outside the bedroom door. "You have a
beautiful ass," Patty murmured as she kissed me again.
"I can't wait to taste it."
Taking her hand, I led her into the bedroom,
positioning her where the camera would have the best
view. As she slid my jacket off, she whistled softly,
"Your breasts are as lovely as your ass -- this is
going to be fun."
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself forward. Kissing
her deeply, I used my hands to explore her body. After
peeling her jacket off, I unbuttoned her blouse and
pulled it off. Opening the front closure of her bra
freed a pair of huge tits; they had to be at least
38d's I thought.
No wonder John wanted this on film! My hands then found
the snap and zipper for her skirt. As it dropped to the
floor, she moaned softly and stepped back. I was
surprised to see that she wore a garter belt also; I
would have thought a business woman like this would
wear pantyhose.
As if in a dream, I knew I was expected to remove her
panties. Reaching down, I found the thin nylon and slid
them down over her ass. Again she moaned as the panties
hit the floor. before I could move, she pulled me to
her. As our tits ground together she frenched me and
whispered in my ear, "Now it's my turn." Pushing me
onto the bed, she bent over me, unknowingly exposing
her ass and cunt to the hidden camera.
I could feel her breath on my stomach as she gently
removed my G-string. "OH!" she groaned, "You shave your
pussy, too! I love that! Darling you are everything
John said and then some." She crawled onto the bed,
pressing her huge tits into mine.
The feel of her nylon encased legs against mine was
great, and I could feel the heat from her pussy
radiating against mine. As she started kissing me, I
adjusted to the feeling and started to accept my
excitement. Slowly the kisses changed to tiny bites,
turning me on even more. As she got more excited, Pat
began to kiss and bite her way down my neck and chest.
As she reached my tits, she stopped, paying extra
attention to each of my nipples.
She slowly and carefully sucked, kissed and bit each of
my nipples, using her hands to fondle whichever tit she
wasn't sucking at the moment. No man had ever made my
tits feel so alive; I could feel an orgasm approaching
just from her suckling.
Finally, she renewed her downward travels, leaving my
aching nipples for a taste of my stomach. As she
approached my pussy, I tensed, waiting for the touch of
her mouth. Instead, I felt her hot breath pass over my
cunt and just a brush of her cheek as she instead
started kissing my thigh.
To my surprise, she ignored my pussy, and continued to
kiss, bite and suck her way down my right leg. As she
reached my foot, she sensuously tongued my foot and
sucked on the heel of my shoe as though it was a cock.
Moving to my left foot, she repeated the performance,
working her way up my leg.
By the time she reached the top of my thigh, I was on
fire--my pussy was dripping and I ached for relief. As
she lowered her head toward my pussy, my hips thrust in
the air to meet her. The first touch of her tongue on
my clit was like a bolt of lightening--an explosion of
energy flashed from my burning cunt down to my toes and
up through my tits to my brain!
As the orgasm engulfed me, all I could do was moan: "Oh
god Yes! Oh my cunt... my tits... oh god, suck my clit!
Eat me... oh... I'm coming again!"
As I finally regained my senses, I realized that Pat
had turned to better suck my pussy, placing per hips
only inches from my face. Without hesitation, I knew I
had to make her experience what I had just felt.
Rolling on my side, I buried my face in her soaking wet
cunt.
I did my best to repeat the things she had done to my
pussy, sucking her clit while my tongue knifed deep
into her fuckhole. Her squirming and gasping proved I
was doing it right, so I plunged ahead, tongue-fucking
her twat as fast as I could. As she exploded into her
own orgasm, my eyes fell on the drawer of the
nightstand where I keep my dildos. Reaching over, I
opened the drawer and pulled out the first dildo I got
my hands on. Plunging it into Pat's cunt, I fucked her
as if my life depended upon it. Sucking her clit, I
drove the rubber cock into her pussy.
Now it was her turn to lose control: "Yes, oh yes...
fuck me, I'm a whore just like you... oh, fuck me...
eat me... make me CUM!" With that she reached another
shattering orgasm.
For the next hour, we stroked, licked and kissed each
other from head to toe. Our pussies became willing
receptacles for all of my dildos as sucked and massaged
each others tits. Pat even managed to fuck my pussy
with one of her rock-hard nipples (which I, of course,
sucked clean when she was done). We were like a couple
of schoolgirls discovering sex for the first time.
Even our shower turned into a mini-orgy as we ended up
69-ing in the tub. As we dressed afterwards, Patty
complimented me on my body one more time and then shyly
asked, "Would it be OK if we traded panties? I'd love
to spend the rest of the day wearing your G-string."
A tremendously exciting thought struck me, and I
answered, "On one condition, when you go back to work,
you have to spread your legs and show John what you're
wearing and tell him where you got them. I want him to
know how much you enjoyed his recommendation."
Smiling broadly, she said, "It's a deal."
As she was leaving, Pat reached into her purse and
pulled out a $100 bill. "This seems like so little for
what you've done. I hope it's OK."
"It's fine," I responded, "Besides I enjoyed myself as
much as you." Looking into her purse once more, Pat
said, "I know--do you like rap music? One of my
contacts gave me two tickets to this concert tomorrow
night and I'll be back in Chicago. Would you like
them?" "Sure," I said, "that's one of my favorite
groups--they're very sexual, you know." "Not as sexual
as you, honey," she said, kissing me one more time as
she left.
Needless to say, John hurried home after work to watch
the tape of the day's activities. As I anticipated, he
loved the candid shots of Pat's ass and cunt. However,
he was even more fascinated by the sight of me diving
into her pussy like a love-starved lesbian.
I tried to explain the excitement I felt servicing this
beautiful, powerful woman, but couldn't put it into
words. I guess it was best explained as we were falling
asleep after I had drained John's cock for the third
time. In answer to his question about our parting
words, I told him that I had made sure that Pat knew I
loved every inch of her body and that she was invited
back to use me anytime she is in town.
Friday dawned bright and clear, and my pussy was still
tingling from the feel of Pat's tongue as I delivered
John's morning blowjob. I looked forward to the
concert, but had no idea just how exciting it would
actually be. The day passed quietly; somehow none of
John's friends seemed to need fucked. When John got
home from work, we changed into our concert clothes.
At John's command, I put on a white lycra mini-dress.
It was short enough and tight enough that I had to be
naked underneath. My white spike heels completed the
outfit. Pat's friend must have been very important--the
tickets she had given me were front row, center, the
best seats I had ever seen.
I'd rather not name the group, but it's safe to say
that they are known as one of the rawest rap groups
around. Their lyrics are blatantly sexual and cannot be
played on most radio stations because of their constant
use of the word "fuck." nevertheless, they have always
appealed to me, perhaps because the thought of three
well-hung black studs who clearly want just one thing
from a woman is such a turn-on.
As usual, partway through the concert, the group
announced that they needed some scantily-clad
background dancers and asked for volunteers. Prompted
by John, I, like every other woman in the crowd, raised
my hand. Ray, the bass voice, made his selection first,
picking a rather large black woman on the left side of
the stage. "I like a nice big ass!" he joked. Jay, the
tenor, picked next, taking a tiny, young black girl. "I
like firm little tits!" was his comment.
Finally, Mack, the baritone, was to make his choice. I
nearly died as he pointed at me and announced, "I don't
get many white chicks... get your ass up here!"
Before the concert continued, they reminded us that we
had to be "scantily-clad". Approaching "Big Ass", they
asked if she was willing to take off her bra and
panties. When she shook her head no, they asked if she
would take off her dress. Nodding yes, she pulled it
off and stood there in her underwear to the audience's
approval.
Miss "Little Tits" was next, and, to the group's (and
audience's) delight, agreed to also remove her bra.
Standing on stage in just a tiny pair of red bikini
panties, she looked completely flustered. As the group
approached me, my mind raced. I was naked beneath my
dress!
I couldn't refuse to take it off; that meant I would
soon be naked in front of at least 10,000 people!
Swallowing hard, I figured I might as well play it for
all it was worth. When they asked if I was willing to
remove my panties, I answered truthfully, "I can't do
that."
When they asked if I would remove my bra, I gave the
same response. When they asked if I would remove my
dress, I asked innocently, "Do I have to get off the
stage if I don't?"
"Fuckin' right you do, white bitch."
Smiling sweetly, I said, "Then I guess I'll take it
off. Would you mind unzipping me?" After Mack pulled
down my zipper, I started to peel the dress from my
shoulders. As my tits bounced free, the audience roared
and Mack shouted, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have white
tit!"
Slowly I peeled the lycra down past my waist. As I got
it over my hips, I let go, allowing it to fall to the
stage. The cheers from the audience were deafening, and
Mack gleefully shouted, "PUSSY! We have naked white
PUSSY!"
For the rest of the concert, the "three chorus girls"
danced and swayed to the group's music. As often as
possible, band members fondled the three of us, much to
the crowd's delight. The feeling of being naked in
front of such a crowd was electric, and by the end of
the concert my cunt was dripping from the fondling and
ogling I was receiving.
As the group finished their last number, they picked up
the clothing from the stage and announced, "If you
bitches want your dresses, come on back to our dressing
rooms -- you can get them and a lot more!"
There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted my dress
back--but not as much as I wanted the "whole lot more."
I wanted at least one, and hopefully all three, of
those black cocks and I wasn't leaving without being
fucked! Once back stage, I found Mack's dressing room.
As I stood outside, I thought about what I was about to
do. Pat's gentle exploration of my body had been fun,
but right now I was in the mood for a just the opposite
-- I needed to convince Mack to fuck me hard and rough!
Thinking about his macho onstage manner, I entered
without knocking. He was drinking a beer and
immediately smiled at me.
"Baby," he grinned, "You are just about the best dancer
we've had in a long time!"
My answer was quick and to the point, "Fuck Me."
Sputtering, Mack asked, "What?"
"Fuck Me." I repeated. "I've been standing naked in
front of 10,000 people while you and your friends felt
me up. Everyone out there thinks I'm a either a whore
or a part of your show or both, my husband is waiting
for me to come back to my seat, and I'm as horny as
hell. Now FUCK ME!!"
That's all the explanation it took, Mack dropped his
beer, ripped off his clothes, threw me onto the floor.
"Bitch, you are going to learn to watch your mouth
around a real man. I'll fuck you OK, I'll fuck you like
the slut who stood out there naked deserves!"
He covered my mouth with his, forcing his tongue down
my throat and slammed his cock into my cunt. The
contrast between yesterday's gentleness and this all
out attack was mind-boggling. This bastard wasn't just
fucking me, he was intent on treating me like some kind
of animal! Well, that was just the game I was hoping
for, and I fought back just like an animal, I dug my
fingernails into his back, bucked my hips like a
bronco, and bit into his shoulder.
Growling with rage, he slammed me hard against the
floor and sunk his cock into me to the hilt. We rolled
around the floor, crashing into tables, knocking over
lamps, and smashing anything in our way. All the while,
we remained locked together, grinding our genitals into
each other. "Come on, faggot," I managed to gasp, "Is
that all the harder you can fuck?"
"Bitch," he screamed, "Take this!" He slapped me,
bouncing my head off the floor. The violence renewed
his vigor and he started pounding into my pussy even
harder. Each stroke lifted my ass off the floor and
drove me backwards.
Eventually, I was backed into a corner, and could slide
no further. To my amazement, Mack started to stand up!
With my cunt still impaled on his cock, I slid up the
wall as he stood. My legs were draped over his
shoulders and his hands supported my ass as he
continued to slam me into the wall with each stroke of
his dick.
Realizing an earth-shattering orgasm was on its way, I
decided to try and talk him into coming also. Sticking
with a "reverse psychology" approach, I started begging
him not to cum, "All right, you've proved you can fuck,
just please don't cum in my pussy! Please make sure you
pull out before you come... please..."
As I expected, Mack screamed back, "Fuck you, blonde
bitch! You asked for this and you're going to get it!
I'm fucking you my way and that means your cunt is
going to be full of cum. You know you want it, if
you're lucky you'll even get pregnant from my cum. You
want that don't you? You want to feel my cum make you
pregnant, don't you?"
Gasping now, trying to hold off my orgasm, I managed to
spit out, "Yes big man, fuck me all you want... cum in
my hot little pussy... go on, make me have your bastard
baby... fuck me... make me your pregnant blonde
whore... give it to me... Ple-e-e-e-e-ase!" As the
orgasm ripped through my body, I felt Mack shiver and
explode.
Wave after wave of his semen splashed into my cunt,
filling me completely and forcing its way out around
his cock. Exhausted, we slowly slid down the wall to
the floor. Kissing me once more, he rolled off of me.
As he did, I realized for the first time that Ray and
Jay were standing just inside the doorway watching. The
screaming and crashing had no doubt caught their
attention and I had been far too involved to hear them
enter the room.
As I lay helpless in the corner, Mack's cum dripping
from my pussy, they approached. I heard Mack tell them,
"Go ahead guys, enjoy the fucking blonde slut. She is
one wild little fuck, but remember, her cunt belongs to
me!"
"No sweat, man," Ray said as he dropped his pants,
"This bitch has plenty of holes to go around!" As he
approached, I watched his cock grow and harden. It
wasn't as thick as my friend Ron's, but it was at least
as long.
Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to my knees. Dragging me
from the corner, he growled, "Suck this, bitch!" and
shoved his cock toward my mouth. Little did he know I
was dying to do just that. Locking my lips around his
tool, I sucked deeply and started bobbing up and down
on his beautiful shaft.
"Jesus," he whistled, "This broad means business. Come
on, Blondie, suck it down... take it all!"
My concentration on the 12" dick in my mouth was broken
by the realization that Jay had shoved his cock up my
ass. Judging by the feel, his was the smallest of the
three pricks in the room, but it was still plenty large
enough to fill my asshole. Groaning, I tied to
establish a rhythm, sliding back and forth on the two
cocks. As I moved forward onto Ray's monster in my
mouth, Jay's cock slid out of my ass. As I slid back
off of Ray's beauty, I drove Jay's dick deeply into my
ass.
All the while, I was aware of Mack egging all three of
us on: "That's it, fuck the bitch good. You like that
don't you whore? We'll teach you something about
fucking--you'll never go back to your lily-white
boyfriends after we're done with you. Come on, fuck her
HARD!"
As the tempo increased, I could feel both cocks
starting to twitch and knew they would be coming any
second. Jay came first, sending a wad of hot cum into
my ass. As I rocked forward onto Ray's prick, however,
Jay arched his back to shoot again and popped out of my
ass. As he grabbed for his dick, cum shot everywhere--
on my ass, on my back, and down my legs.
Giving up on re-entry, Jay continued to pump his cock
with his hand, squirting me with load after load of his
cum. The sight was too much for Ray, who also started
to cum. As his first load shot down my throat, he too
pulled out of me. "Looks like it's shower the slut
time!" he shouted as his second load hit me in the
forehead.
As the cum ran down my right cheek onto my neck, he
turned my head and shot his third load onto my left
cheek. Jerking his cock off , he then pushed me back
and emptied his balls onto my tits. Collapsing, I saw
Mack approach, stiff prick in his hand. "One more load
for your cunt, bitch!" he said as he plunged into me.
Fucking me with all his might, Mack was soon coming
again.
Like his friends, he allowed the first spurt to come
inside me, then pulled out. Straddling my prone body,
he then shot his second spurt onto my stomach and pubic
hair. His third and final wad came as he stood over me,
and landed squarely on the top of my head. Backing off,
he looked around and asked, "Anybody want another
turn?"
When neither Ray or Jay accepted, Mack turned back to
me and ordered, "OK, Blondie, we're done -- get your
ass out of here."
As I struggled to my feet, I caught a glimpse of my
reflection in the dressing room mirror. What I saw
shocked even me. A red welt was forming on my face
where Mack had slapped me. My hair, which had been so
perfectly prepared at the start of the concert, was now
twisted, knotted, and matted with a combination of
sweat and cum. Semen dripped from my face and tits,
glistened in my pubic hair, and leaked from my pussy
and ass, running down my legs.
In short, I looked (and felt) as if I had been fucked
by an army. As I reached for my dress, Mack grabbed it.
Walking to the door, he opened it and threw my dress as
far down the hall as he could. "I said get out, cunt!
We're not waiting for you to get dressed -- go show
your husband what a well- fucked bitch looks like!"
As I started out the door, I couldn't resist one more
tease. Pausing, I looked back clearly wanting to ask a
question. "Well?" Mack demanded.
"I-I-I just wondered," I started.
"Wondered what, bitch?"
"I just wanted to know if you'd fuck me again the next
time you're in town!" Spinning on my heels, I walked
out of the room, leaving three gaping mouths in the
room.
Looking down the hall, I saw my dress lying on the
floor--right at John's feet! As I approached, his eyes
traveled up and down my cum-soaked body. "It looks like
you got all you could want," he said.
"Almost," I answered, "I haven't had you yet."
John helped me into my dress and drove me home where he
soon added his cum to Mack's. After we finished, I
started for the bathroom, remarking that I needed a
shower. "No," John barked. "Get back here! You fucked
your way into that condition, and you're going to stay
that way until morning."
Thus, I spent the rest of the night marinating in the
semen of four men. To tell the truth, I was almost
sorry to lose it all when I did shower the next
morning; luckily I'll always have my memories.
After my Saturday morning shower, I started to think
about what would happen later in the day. Since John is
off, Saturdays are always a big treat for his sex toy.
However, as I moved around the house, I started to
realize that the previous night's fucking had taken its
toll on me. The bouncing and slamming along the floor
had left my ass, back and legs awfully sore.
There were no bruises, but I was definitely in no
condition to get wild and crazy. I tried to hide my
stiffness from John, but he is pretty observant and
sensitive, and therefore picked up on it right away.
After a short discussion, he made it clear that today
would be spent relaxing.
I did stay nude the entire day, and, as usual on a
Saturday, John fucked me several times. However, he
took great care to ensure that each of the fuckings was
gentle and warm. He massaged and caressed me much as he
had seen Pat do, and, in short, used the entire day as
a physical and mental therapy to soothe my aches and
pains.
I repeatedly told him how guilty I felt, especially
since we were already scheduled to visit my mother on
Sunday. That meant that we would be unable to enjoy any
fantasies all weekend. It just didn't seem fair that I
should fuck like a wild woman all week and then be too
sore and too busy to satisfy my man on the weekend.
As I said earlier, though, John loves and respects me,
which is what makes our arrangements possible. He
responded to my fears and frustration by explaining how
much he does love me and by making sure I knew that
being his fuck toy is just a part of our relationship,
not the center of it.
Thanking him as much as I could, I promised that next
weekend would be really special and that his fuck toy
would take him to new heights of pleasure. I'm still
not sure which of us is looking forward to those
heights the most.
I promise to write again soon -- hope you've enjoyed
this Kristen!
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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