First Black

Short Story

I’m 19, 5ft 10 and 112 pounds, white South African, Dutch decent, my parents moved us to the U.S. when I was three.  I work part time in a shop and I am an aspiring model.  I have an agent for booking modeling jobs and so far I have worked with 5 photographers and done shoots for local stores and shows but nothing really special, this is the story of my first ‘unofficial’ assignment.

The last ‘official’ shoot I did was for a motorcycle magazine, a couple of weeks later that photographer phoned me and said he had a private commission so no need to tell my agent.  A client was interested in me doing some work, “he wants nude shots, I know you say no nudes but he’ll pay double for a test shoot, if that’s okay and he’ll pay double again for a full set.”

I told him I’d have to talk to my boyfriend about it and that I’d get back to him.

I wouldn’t feel comfortable doing nude, my body is ok but I’m too slim, not skinny but tall and slender that doesn’t have the shape for nude photography.  My boyfriend tells me I have a great body but I know he’s biased.  I didn’t want to do it and I thought that my boyfriend would feel the same way.

Just like I thought, my boyfriend didn’t want me to but an hour later when the landlord came round threatening eviction if we didn’t pay up by the end of the week we realized how badly we needed money.  We owed some back rent, if we didn’t pay by Friday we’d be on the street.  It was the only way we could get the cash in time.

At the studio I was paid up front, in cash thank God, then Dave, the photographer poured me a Bakers, there was a lot of it and it was strong but I needed something to quiet my nerves.  He asked me to dress in a sarong and a pair high heel platforms.  With those shoes I must have stood about 6ft 4 or 5 and the sarong was very flimsy and almost see-through and more revealing than if I’d been naked.

Dave then asked me to put a towel over my shoulders while Jalen touched up my makeup.  I’ve never been so close to a black man since leaving Bloemfontein sixteen years ago.  My parents left their homeland because of the apartheid laws, Papa was a judge there and they’d always had two or three black servants and the new laws were stifling their way of life.  Personally I don’t think I’m racist or bigoted, I’ve been out with an Indian guy and have Asian friends, I just never met any black people.  Some of my parent’s attitude must have rubbed off on me though because I felt really wound up and uncomfortable at his proximity to me.

On the set Dave’s assistant was black too, he looked quite a bit older than Jalen with some gray in his tight curly hair, he fussed about with the lights and the backdrop while Dave fiddled with his cameras.

I felt very self-conscious with two black men lurking in the background while Dave clicked away and directed me. I was so embarrassed when then Dave asked me to slip the sarong off.  He photographed as it floated to the floor, I stood naked with two black men in the room.  I was upset that I’d began to imagine them ravaging me, horror of horrors I felt my nipples begin to stiffen.  Dave noticed because he asked if I was too cold but he kept on clicking.

Thank the Lord, another 10 minutes and it was over.  The relief flooded through me as I covered myself with the sarong for all the protection it gave.  Dave said he’d send the proofs directly to the client and did I want to wait until he replied?  I waited.

“He likes them.  He’d like to see more though, double pay again, that’s four times what you usually get.  He’d like to see you with Pete and Jalen if that’s ok with you.  Don’t look so shocked, he’s a private client so the work won’t be published.”

OMG.  What was I supposed to do, the money would clear our debts and keep us going for a couple of weeks too.  But black men, so close to black men, two black men together, I was petrified, I wasn’t sure if I could work with black men.

I was handed a second wad of cash, I wore the sarong and platforms.  
They appeared in full football gear including helmet and spiked shoes.  
It started with Jalen kneeling at my side, I was sitting on a high back wooded chair and Peter the assistant stood behind, a hand on each of my shoulders.

My heart was pounding, my stomach felt like I’d vomited myself dry.  
Over the next half an hour Jalen undressed so that to my terror he was naked.  I know Peter had also removed some clothing behind me and now they were so close I could smell them.  For the life of me I don’t know why but my eyes kept turning to Jalen’s prong.  Ok, I do know why, he was naked, I’ve never seen a naked black before and I realized that I was comparing him to my boyfriend.  Jalen was bigger by an inch or more and he was fully hard with a much nicer shape to him.  I noticed he’d been circumcised and that’s what appealed to me. Dave was photographing me looking at that dick.

Dave asked me to stand and then asked Pete to slip the sarong off of me.  Oh sweet Jesus what was I going to do now.  My legs shook as the silky, skimpy material floated to the floor.

Pete sat on the chair and pulled me to sit on his knee, he was still wearing his tee shirt and shoulder pads but otherwise he was naked.  I sat on Peter’s naked thighs, his warmth touching of our naked flesh frightened me, he pulled me back and he was so embarrassingly erect that I could feel his hardness.  Jalen knelt in front of me his head on my thigh.  The camera clicked.  Jalen kissed my thigh and placed a hand on my knee, my legs were eased apart, still the camera clicked.  

I should be screaming blue murder but I guess the drink was even stronger than I thought.  It was going way beyond nude but I was too astounded to object, too anxious to speak.  Peter’s hand covered one of my breasts and he began to nibble my ear.  The smell of him was warm and sensual.  His fingers tightened on the nipple and he rolled and tugged.  I felt his stiffness flex at my back, the camera clicked and clicked.

Jalen’s head was in between my legs and his probing tongue was opening me, darting into me.  Oh fuck, what am doing, what am I going to tell my boyfriend?  He’ll leave me for sure if he finds out.  What am I going to tell my parents?  They’d disown me if they knew I’d been intimate with a black man, never mind two at once.  What was I doing?  I was petrified but feeling so much more alive than I’ve ever felt before.

Jalen lifted his head and shuffled forward between my legs, his fingers exploring my new wetness.  He moved closer and his hard black penis began to enter me.  Oh Jesus he’s going to fuck me.  He slipped into me and I gasped, he was bigger, thicker than I’ve ever felt and before I knew it his penis was deep inside me and I could feet the coarseness of his tight curled pubic hair brushing my tender shaved mound. Dave kept saying look at the camera, smile, happy thoughts, look at the camera.

He came, squirted inside me, I know he did, he pulled himself into me and I felt the pulsing.  I was astounded when I realized he was not wearing a rubber.  Was he clean? I prayed to God that he wasn’t diseased.  Too late I hammered on his shoulders and tried to push him away, Peter grabbed my wrists so I couldn’t resist.  Jalen continued to fuck me, his hips swinging back and forth.  The sensation of his prong inside of me changed as his semen flowed down and coated him.  My boyfriends, my previous boyfriends always stopped after they had cum, not Jalen, maybe 20 minutes later, and that seemed like forever, he came again and when he pulled out I felt a hot gush of his liquid leaking out of me.

I was ruined, I’d been fucked by a black man, I’d got a black mans cream inside of me and my thighs and sex was slick with his semen.  Back in SA there are names for girls like that.  I was horrified, I needed to get to a clinic, needed testing for disease and I was ashamed of myself for letting it go so far but it was not finished yet.

Dave was still clicking the camera. Jalen stood, lifted me off Peter and lowered me to lie on the floor.  Peter knelt between my legs and I saw his dick for the first time, he was huge, bigger than Jalen by inches and so very thick, he’s never going to get that inside me.  He lifted my knees, he dropped and his dick was ploughing me.  I though Jalen was big, I screamed as his thick, thick shaft tore into me and spit me in two, and he didn’t stop.  Again I screamed when he hit rock bottom and he didn’t stop.  My God I was being torn apart, I tried in anguished terror to push him away but he was too heavy.  Within moments he bottomed out and I’ve never felt such intense pain, my vagina ripping, stretched tightly around him and tearing with his thickness, a deep, enraged pains in my stomach exploded into my chest and across my back and blossomed along my thighs.  I’d been kicked in the kidneys and my spine felt like a lump of led had been thrown at it, from inside.

I was full of him, full to bursting and the deep angry pain grew even more as he began to ride me.  Each pull became a relief, a small heaven, an island of refuge and hope as the pressure inside diminished and each push was an agony, a living hell, a wish for death and he seemed to get deeper with each thrust.

Then Jalen was by my side pushing his hard dick at my screaming mouth.  
Will this torment ever end.  His hardness pushed between my lips and he forced that stiffness into my mouth.  I could smell man, exactly how I expected a black man to smell, strong, pungent but it was strange, I liked it, the overpowering musk excited me but the pain of the thrusting below overrode all else.

I felt warmth rising in my belly, maybe the thrusting was not so painful.  I gagged because Jalen had pushed his penis deeper into my mouth, into my throat and he really began to fuck my mouth, fuck my throat.  Tears streamed from my eyes and I gasped for breath every time he pushed I believed I’d choke, I coughed and spluttered and still I was fucked in the mouth and cunt.

I was coming to like the feel of that big thick dick pounding me, not the throat but below, it was still painful but with a pain that I could get used to a pain that hurt nicely.

Pete rolled, pulling me on top of him, his dick still stretch me too much and he was still much to deep inside me but I found I could control his depth a little.  If he pushed into me too hard I rose with him so he couldn’t get so deep and hurt me so much and the pain became a good pain.

During the roll Jalen had slipped from my mouth and now I felt his hands on my waste.  His fingers moved and I could feel him prodding my ass, then pain again, he was violating my ass.  He was pushing his dick into my ass, Jesus Christ it hurt, an agonizing pain, too painful to yell or scream, my breathing stopped.  I’ve not done this before and it hurt badly, unbearably.  I knew it was done, my boyfriend had asked me a couple of times, he’d even tried to push his dick into my ass once, he’s never done it since.  My God this black dick was inside my ass and fucking it.

I came so hard, with two men inside me I came like I’d never cum before, over and over I came.  I reached a plateau close to heaven and hovered there until I couldn’t take any more.  As I began to ease of Pete to lift myself to crawl away he grabbed my waist and held me there with his dick still inside me.  He redoubled his jerking, pulling me tight onto him, his thick, hard dick so deep inside me pounding, pounding then he stopped and jerked up into me.  My stretched vagina pulsed and throbbed as I came again while he ejaculated and gasped and sighed.  Only moments later while Pete was still holding me to him Jalen came, he pulled his dick from my ass and squirted his seed at the hole he’d left.

Jalen moved away and Dave moved closer with his camera and clicked and clicked at my ass dripping with black mans semen, then Pete lifted me off him and I felt his long hardness emptying from me, I felt hollow.  
The camera clicked as Peter’s dick fell from me, a second later his semen began to ooze from me, click, click, click.

I couldn’t move, my legs were weak and trembling and it was a while before I managed to get to the WC, I cleaned up as best I could with tissue and got dressed.

I felt disgusted for letting such a thing to happen, dirty, abused and I wanted to wash the filth away but deep down I also felt a satisfaction I’d never felt before.  Dave asked me if I’d do another session sometime if the client wanted me to and although I felt so dirty I said that I probably would.

When I arrived home I felt wet, sloppy and soaking again, with too much black mans semen leaking between my legs again and urgently needed the shower.

My boyfriend had other ideas, he’d finished work a few hours before and he’d downed a few cans while waiting for me.  He was drunk and wanted sex.  "I’ve been thinking of you posing nude and it makes me hard, we gotta fuck, I just gotta.“  He took my hand and led me into the bedroom.  Both still dressed he pulled his zipper and flipped his dick from his jeans, eased my sodden panties aside without comment and slipped his dick into me.  Slipped? Wrong word, he fell into me and he stopped.  He knew, I was so wet and open that he must guess I’d been with other men and had other men cum inside me but all he said was "posing nude must agree with you” and he started to fuck me just like he always does.          

My Game At the Game

Short Story

I wasn’t all that keen on going to the game with my husband Rob. Although he’s an ardent supporter of the local team, those sorts of sporting events really aren’t my thing
I’d seen the television coverage of some of these games; the cameramen, besides covering the action on the field, frequently picking out any sexy looking tarts in the largely male dominated crowd. I think that it was with that sort of thing in mind, that my husband wanted me to go with him. This idea was further borne out when he suggested that I wear a particular micro-mini skirt of mine, along with a little white, cotton top that is very revealing.

I really don’t know why I bought that ridiculously tiny skirt in the first place; to tease my husband with I suppose. It’s flared and made of the softest, thinnest cloth that flounces about with every movement and is terrible in any sort of breeze; I don’t know how many times I’ve had it blow up around my hips and shown off my panties.
Anyway, I’ve been quite embarrassed the few times that I’ve worn it in public.

Well, the Saturday came and at least it was a lovely, warm, sunny day. I don’t think that I’d have been too keen to go if it had been cold and rainy.
I dressed as my husband wanted, and to tell the truth, felt half naked and protested that I couldn’t wear such an outfit. Rob was so enthusiastic though, that in the end I went as he desired. (The things that we do to please men.)
The top that I had on is a little, thin, hugging, cotton one, that, because I wear no bra with it, shows off my small breasts and is almost obscene the way that my nipples bulge out. That, along with the tiny little flared skirt with just a pair of panties underneath, and sandals on my feet, made up my costume. You can see why I felt a bit embarrassed at appearing amongst the largely male crowd.

I was pleased when Rob said that we’d drive the car rather than take a train or bus; I’d be exposed enough as it was without going on public transport.

We drove to the ground, and parked the car nearby. As soon as we joined the crowds of people streaming towards the ground, I could see everyone having a good long look at me.
Men don’t know what it’s like to be always getting scrutinised the way women are when ever we wear anything a bit sexy. And of course there’s the difference between just looking, and openly staring the way that men do when we dress a little bit daring. They seem to think that because a woman is scantily clad, they have the right to blatantly stare.
Anyhow, that’s how it was as we walked towards the ground.
One rough group of men even called out, “Ooo baby, I can almost see it.”  Rob just laughed and said that I had plenty of admirers.

I was relieved when we finally got to our seats so that I could sit down out of the general gaze.
We were on an upper level, and just a couple of rows from the front. It was quite interesting watching all of the comings and goings and general activity prior to the game.
We didn’t have to wait long though, before play started, and after a short while I began to find it a bit tedious even though all of the fans around about were so enthralled.
Eventually I decided to go and get some coffee from one of the food stands that we’d passed on the way to our seats. I tugged at my husband’s sleeve to gain his attention to tell him where I was off to.

Luckily, we were just a couple of seats in from the end of the row, because it was embarrassing squeezing past the couple of men on the end. Once past them and out to the stairs that led up through all of the tiers of seating, I was daunted at having to make my way up all of those stairs in my little skirt. I knew that at every step, as I raised each knee, the hem of my skirt would lift and almost certainly show a glimpse of my panties. Sitting in the seats I had needed to keep my legs firmly together and to fold my hands in my lap, but I could hardly walk up the long flight of stairs holding my hands in front of my pussy.

I hesitated momentarily, but then, grasping the side of my skirt in one hand to try to keep it down, I began my ascent.
I tried not to look directly at all of the men in the stands on either side of me, instead keeping my gaze on the steps, but I could nevertheless tell that all eyes were fixed on me as I made my way.
I became more and more embarrassed, and by the time that I reached the top rows of the stand, I could feel my face glowing red with the shame of being so perved on by the hundreds of men.

Attaining the top of the rows of seating, I heaved a sigh of relief and made my way along the largely deserted galleries of the huge concrete structure of the stadium.
I immediately heard a footfall behind me of someone who must also have come from the stairway I had ascended. A guy came alongside of me and I heard him saying, in such a straightforward, matter of fact tone of voice, and with something of a chuckle, “that would have to be the shortest skirt I’ve ever seen.”
I turned and looked up to him in some shock at his so blatant comment about my dress. He was tallish, dark and swarthy, but with an open and smiling face, though not the sort of person who would ever attract me.

I was, as I said, somewhat shocked and didn’t know what, if anything, to say in reply. I did find myself replying though; “gosh, you don’t have to be so ……….. ,” but then my words tailed off as I was lost how to describe his boldness.
He simply laughed. “Aw c’mon, you can’t tell me you’re not here to show yourself off.”

I really didn’t like the look of this man, but I nevertheless felt sexual stirrings mingled with the extreme embarrassment that I felt.
“I could see your little pink panties all the way up those stairs,” the guy snickered.
I gave an audible little gasp at his words. “Do you have to be so rude,” I said, trying to make my voice sound disdainful.
“You’re the one who’s rude,” he laughed, then added, “lewd even.”
Goodness! I could feel my face glowing with shame.

It was no distance to the food and drink stand, and we’d now reached it. There were a small number of people standing at the counter waiting to be served, and I took up my position there with the guy also moving in close to my side.
I was there just a moment when I jumped in alarm and gave a shrill little squeal. The guy had placed his hand firmly on my bottom. The other customers looked around to see what the disturbance was.
I tried to move away from the guy but he simply took a step to come close again.
Again I felt his hand on my bottom, and I pushed him away. “Will you stop that,” I complained in a hushed voice, not wanting to attract more attention.
The woman behind the counter, having been attending to a man alongside, now turned to serve me. I ordered coffee, and as I was being served I felt the guys hand caressing my bottom. I moved slightly, but to no effect, but not wanting to make a scene I had no option but to do nothing further. The guy, leaning closer, had said to the woman, “make that two coffees please.”
As soon as the woman turned her back, I pushed the guy’s hand away. “Stop it,” I whispered again, frowning slightly.

The coffees were brought, and the guy paid for both. “Come and sit over here and we’ll drink them,” the guy said in his continuing friendly, undeterred tone of voice.
I considered for a moment, and then said “I suppose that I might as well, you’ll only follow me where ever I go.”
The guy made a couple of frivolous comments, then asked which team I followed.
“Oh neither,” I replied, “I just came with my husband.”
“Ah, I wondered who you would have come with. You’d hardly come by yourself dressed like that.” He then continued, “doesn’t your husband object to you showing yourself off for everyone to perv on?”
His words made me feel a tingle of excitement. “No, he likes me wearing this skirt,” I replied.
What he next asked made me gasp. “Do you fuck around with other guys?”

“Oh God, you’re so crude,” I gasped.  
He just laughed at my words and stood up. He slightly thrust his hips forward and said, “you’d like this wouldn’t you baby.”
He’d stood close before me, and I couldn’t help but see the outline of his large and hard cock bulging under the front of his pants as he thrust it forward.
Again I gave a little cry of surprise, and I couldn’t help but stare at the shape of his cock in his pants.

He was leaning towards me, taking my hand. “C’mon baby, it’s deserted up the end there.”
My heart was pounding as he gently pulled me to my feet.
He kept a hold of my hand and I found myself walking with him towards a deserted part of the understructure of the stands. My mind was in shock. “No, I can’t,” I said in a soft and meek voice. He took no notice.
Leading me into an alcove he took me behind one of the large steel pillars.
I was mesmerised as he quickly ran his zipper down and took his beautiful hard cock out. Taking my hand he put it on his cock and was then leaning forward kissing me on my mouth as I grasped the warm, hard, bare flesh of his hard, erect cock.

I felt his parted lips on mine. I felt his tongue pressing between my lips. I let my mouth open slightly and his tongue found mine and licked. I began to kiss back, also using my tongue. We were panting, now kissing with passionate lust. I felt his hand grope its way under my skirt and press against my pussy. Now his fingers were pushing under my pants and sliding into my suddenly wet and slippery vagina. I squeezed his gorgeous cock and slid my fingers up and down it.
My panties were pulled down around my thighs. He was pressing close to me. I felt his cock probing around my pussy. I could hear people walking nearby, “no, no, not here,” I gasped.

His mouth left mine, panting lustfully. “Come to the toilets, I’ll fuck you there,” he said somewhat roughly.
He’d done up his pants and was leading me by the hand before my mind even came to grips with what he’d said. “God, what if we’re seen going in,” the thought raced through my brain.

We were approaching the toilets. He was leading me towards the door with the sign that said “MENS.”  I’d somehow not thought of going in there. I pulled back. “No I can’t,” I pleaded in a weak voice.
“I’ll make sure it’s ok,” he said, and he left me standing there while he took the few steps to the door and momentarily disappeared inside. He was back almost immediately and grabbed my hand, “come on baby.”
I let myself be almost pulled forward, and we went through the door marked “MENS.”
I gave a little gasping yell of horror as I saw a number of men standing at a urinal. I froze but was wrenched forward and pulled behind the guy into one of the cubicles.
“Bend over baby, I’ll fuck you like a dog,” the guy said as he eagerly dragged his pants down then got behind me and pulled my panties off my bum.
He more or less shoved me down into a bending position. I felt his hands grasp my hips and his cock locate my wet and slippery pussy, then easily slide right in. “Fuck, you’re ready for this aren’t you,” he sneered, no doubt referring to just how wet my pussy was.
He fucked me with deep, rapid plunges of his cock into my vagina.

I moved my feet a little further apart and lowered my shoulders a little more so that my backside lifted more into the air for him to fuck me.
I was panting lustfully as I considered that it was almost unbelievable to me that this thing had happened. Even though I’d not gotten over my nervousness about those other men outside, I felt so beautifully dirty at the thought of being fucked by a total stranger, in the men’s toilet block, while my husband was nearby happily watching the game.
Oh my God, how lustful I felt being fucked in that way. How I panted and gave moans of delight. How I rocked back and forth with the thrusts of his cock. How I shoved myself back onto his gorgeous, big, hard cock in response to his own lustful thrusts.

It was all over in a couple of minutes. It had been so crude and dirty, fucked like a whore, with no love only sexual desire.
I felt both lustful and frustrated as the guy pulled away and began pulling his pants up. I did, in a way, feel excited satisfaction at having done such an obscene, crude thing, but I’d really wanted more fucking.

I pulled my panties up and was adjusting my skirt when I jumped with fright at hearing a voice just above my head, saying, “how was the slut, a good fuck?”
I looked up staring in disbelief. A guy was looking over the adjoining wall of the cubicle, and had apparently been watching us fucking.
The guy who had taken me there, also looked up in surprise, but then simply broke into a grin and answered, “Yeh, she fucks like a whore.”
I felt myself blush with shame, but at the same time felt so lustful at the crudeness of the way I was being looked upon by these two men.

The man disappeared from his position looking over the wall.
The guy that I was with slipped the bolt of the door. I moved closer to him and took his hand for protection, ready for us to quickly get out of the toilet and away from there.
On opening the door however, our way was blocked by, not only the man who had watched over the wall, but two others as well.
I didn’t consider it at the time, but later on knew that these other two must have been watching through the cracks at the edge of the door.

Anyhow, on us opening the door of the cubicle, one of these men outside said, in a tone which implied that it was the obvious thing to do, “my turn next.”
My mind wasn’t functioning normally in this extreme situation which was totally outside my level of experience. I moved to make a run for it out of the toilet, but the guy who’s hand I’d taken for protection, now hung on to me tightly. “Why not,” he laughed.

This took literally no more than a few seconds, during which fleeting time I hardly had time to think, even if I could have thought straight.
A moment later I was being bent over and my panties were down around my thighs again.
I felt hands on my waist, and then a cock plunging into my sperm filled pussy.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, my fear being assuaged by my feelings of surging lust as I was being fucked by this guy who’s face I’d hardly glimpsed.

They’d not even taken me back into the cubicle, and there I was being fucked dog fashion, with the other three men all around me.
As I say, the new guy was fucking me in absolutely no time flat, and while it was happening I’d seen one of the other men opening the front of his pants and lifting a magnificent hard cock into view. “Let’s fuck her mouth,” this guy said, moving in front of me.
The man who’d originally taken me there, released my hand which he’d still been holding firmly, and I then clutched the other guy’s legs and eagerly took his beautiful. gorgeous big cock into my mouth and began sucking up and down its entire length, working my tongue over and around the hard, bulbous head of it.

I became oblivious to everything but the cocks that were fucking my mouth and pussy. I lurched about impaled on the cocks as I was thrust around with the hard, driving thrusts of the man fucking me from behind.

“What the hell” I heard someone exclaim, and I realised that it was two men who had just entered the toilet block.
“Who’s the slut?” one of them asked as they came up. “Just some fucking whore I picked up,” my original adulterer replied. “Her husband’s out in the stands watching the game,” he added with a laugh.

The man fucking my pussy began moaning loudly and lustfully as he pummelled my slurping vagina which was sending trickles of sperm and my own lustful juices down the insides of my thighs. He clutched my back and panted with exhaustion. I knew that his sperm had filled my pussy.
In just a moment he released his grip on my body and withdrew his satisfied cock. Almost without pause, I felt a new man take his position and probe my oh so sloppy pussy with his hard, rigid cock.
My mind reeled. “Oh my God,” I thought to myself. I’d read stories of this sort of thing, but surely they weren’t true, and yet here it was actually happening. How many men now – it was four wasn’t it, my brain tried to determine through the tumult of thoughts that were swirling about.
These thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt by the guy who was fucking my mouth, suddenly grasping my head and nearly choking me with his cock which he pushed right to my throat as it gushed it’s tacky cum in copious amounts.
After this satisfied guy then pulling out, I barely had time to swallow down his sperm and to get my breath before a new cock was presented for me to suck.

I was sure more men had arrived. There seemed to be so many milling around me.
“I’m going to fuck the slut up her ass,” I heard one crude comment. It didn’t happen immediately, but when my pussy was again adulterated with another supply of cum, and I knew that someone else was preparing to mount me, I felt two hands on the cheeks of my bottom, pressing them apart, and then, after it plunging into my sloppy pussy for lubrication, the feeling of a cock pressing on my tight anus which, after a little resistance, opened up to accommodate this new, hard cock right deep within my rectal tunnel.

My mind and body wallowed in the filth and depravity of the situation as more and more men fucked me. I’ve no idea how many, I think more than ten.
I felt wonderful. I felt dirty. I certainly felt full of men’s sperm.
I loved the snatches of dirty talk that my brain managed to process. I loved the way I was referred to as “the dirty slut.” Under normal circumstances I’d have been horrified to be called such names, but under these circumstances I revelled in it. One can after all, be called a slut as an insult or as a compliment.

The events of that experience, afterwards seemed confused in my memory. I’ve no definite recollection of how it came to end. All I recall is that same guy who had taken me there, eventually taking me by the hand and leading me out.
I spent some time in the ladies, cleaning myself up and fixing my hair. There was no sign of the guy when I came out, so I then made my way back to the stands, wondering what my husband would say about my long absence.
“Where have you been?” he asked, taking his eyes from the game for a moment. “Oh, I had a coffee and have been sitting up the back,” I answered, trying to sound normal, but aware that I was blushing.
My husband seemed to take no notice, and simply turned back to watching the game.
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Later, when the game was finished and my husband’s team had won, he asked whether I’d enjoyed the day.
“Oh yes,” I said smiling to myself, “I had a wonderful time.”
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On the Monday, Rob came home from work and told me, “the guys at work were telling me that, at the game on Saturday, there was a whore turning it on in one of the men’s toilets. Can you believe that? They swear that it’s true though, the brother of one of the guys was involved. What sort of a woman would do something like that though?” then, answering his own question, he said, “some filthy, depraved whore I guess.”          

Eddy and Annie Invite Ryan

Short Story

From the first moment I met Annie I was in lust with her. Petite with big blue eyes and curly red hair, she was a lithe little fox that dazzled most men. She was of course hopelessly out of my reach, being the girlfriend of Eddy, one of my best mates.

Eddy and I played basketball together at uni and I’d been enduring his tales about his new girl for weeks. It started out with him saying he’d pulled this gorgeous 19-year old babe in a pub, then a few days later about how they spent hours making out on their first date, and so on until he boasted about ‘fucking her raw’. His descriptions of her were glorious and detailed, and in my mind I’d built her up to be some sort of goddess long before I finally met her.

When I did get to see her in the flesh at last, she more than lived up to my expectations. It was a hot day in early August and a couple of friends and I had decided to head out to the local lake for some much-needed cooling down and relaxation. A couple of the guys brought their girlfriends with them, including Eddy.

When I first saw Annie as she strolled up to our little stretch of lakeside beach, holding hands with Eddy with her hips swaying delicately, I couldn’t help but stare. She was indeed glorious, petite but curvy with small firm breasts and flaring hips hidden behind a modest orange bikini. Her long red hair, naturally curly, was hanging loosely around her shoulders which were dotted with freckles. Her nose and cheeks were slightly freckled too, a trait that only added to her sexiness.

Introductions were made and the afternoon passed languidly with the group swigging increasingly lukewarm beer interspersed with the occasional dip in the cold waters of the lake. Annie and I clicked the instant we got talking, my self-deprecating humour and her sharp wit somehow matching up perfectly and we spent the afternoon critiquing other lakeside visitors, from bad choices in swimwear to questionable facial hair styles.

Eddy noticed I was hogging his girl a bit and made sure to break us up repeatedly by either dragging Annie in to the water or laying down on the beach between us and changing the topic of our conversation. I didn’t mind – if I had a girl like Annie I’d be jealously guarding her too, so I couldn’t blame him much.

Once when Eddy had dragged his girlfriend in to the lake I decided to join them, both to cool down a bit and to finish the conversation I’d been having with Annie about an obscure actress I thought nobody else had heard of but of whom Annie was a big fan.

We continued to chat as we swam with Eddy hovering around us and splashing water at us repeatedly, which finally managed to stop our talk and get Annie entangled with her boyfriend and me sheepishly hanging around.

I decided to do some proper swimming and give Eddy some time with his girl, so I swam deeper into the lake until the water got too cold for my liking. I headed back and saw Eddy and Annie playing around in the shallow bits. Only their heads were above water and they were doing some serious kissing and undoubtedly some underwater petting and groping.

As I approached they separated and Annie headed to the shore, with Eddy swimming further in to the lake, probably to let his erection die down. Annie let me catch up with her as we both headed back to the beach, and I noticed her cheeks were rosy and her breath a little hurried.

She greeted me and swam alongside me as we slowly headed back to the beach, and suddenly I felt her hand touch my leg underwater. I slowed down a bit and looked at her, but her face betrayed nothing of what her hand was doing under the surface as she continued chatting with me.

I felt her hand move to my crotch, searching and finding my cock through my swimming trunks. She squeezed it and rubbed my dick slightly with her small lean-fingered hand and I hardened rapidly under her touch.

She let go of me just before we reached the shore and strolled out of the lake, water cascading down her gorgeous body. I hung around in the shallows a bit to let my sudden arousal fade and my cock lose its steelhard stiffness before I got out of the water as well.

The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. Eddy, maybe sensing there was something going on between me and Annie, kept his girl separated from me and finally made an early exit entirely, dragging a reluctant Annie with him. I stayed at the lake until all the beer was gone and the sun started to set.

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I didn’t see Eddy nor Annie again until the start of the new basketball season in early September. At our first practice Eddy showed no animosity towards me, so I hoped he’d forgotten about how I’d flirted with his girlfriend at the lake that day.

After practice Eddy asked if I could come by his place to drop off a new videogame I’d been playing so he could give it a try. I agreed and a few days later on a Saturday afternoon I headed to Eddy’s house. Like myself, Eddy still lived with his parents as the university we went to was nearby for both of us.

When I arrived at Eddy’s place he opened the door for me and welcomed me in. He was wearing tracksuit pants and nothing else, which I didn’t find surprising as it was a pretty warm day. I’d dressed in shorts and a loose shirt myself.

“Hey Ryan, good to see ya. Come on up, it’s just me and Annie here. The folks are away for the weekend.” He closed the door behind me and lead the way to his room. I was surprised to hear that Annie was in as well – I’d expected it to be a typical guys-only afternoon with loads of gaming and swearing at the computer, but with Annie here that was unlikely to happen. It would probably end up as a short stop to drop off the game and I’d be back at my own home, but then without my current favourite videogame to play.

Eddy’s room was on the top floor of the three-story house. His room occupied the whole of the attic with a large skylight providing daylight. Annie, dressed in tight jeans and a red sleeveless top, was lying on the narrow one-person bed in the corner of the room under the slanted roof and looked up from a magazine as I came in.

“Hi Ryan!” she exclaimed and came over to give me a cosy hug. I returned the hug, glancing at Eddy but he didn’t seem to mind – he was actually grinning as he watched Annie hugging me.

“Go ahead and install the game on my PC,” Eddy said as he pulled Annie out of my arms and on to his bed. I moved to his computer desk and settled on the chair as Eddy and Annie lay down on the bed. Immediately they started making out, seemingly forgetting about me entirely.

I shook my head and focused on installing the game on Eddy’s computer. It was a straightforward installation that, after the initial few clicks, required a lot of waiting as the files were copied to the PC’s drive. I leaned back in the chair and looked over to the bed were Annie was now lying on top of Eddy and they were kissing intensely with lots of tongue action.

I suppose I was meant to look away and give them some semblance of privacy, but I figured he’d invited me in here and Annie was quite a sight for sore eyes, so I kept watching the two as they made out with abundant passion. It was actually arousing to watch and I felt a bit of a voyeur.

After a couple of minutes they finally broke their lip and tongue lock and looked at me. Annie giggled. Eddy asked “are you enjoying the view, mate?”

I grinned at him and folded my hands behind my head, leaning back further in the chair. “I sure am,” I said, “don’t stop on my behalf.”

“Hmm, we won’t then,” said Annie as she cupped Eddy’s face and pulled him back into a kiss. I chuckled and kept watching them as they continued their tongue-gymnastics until the PC pinged at me, signalling the completed installation of the game.

I turned my attention back to the computer and as I was wrapping up the game’s installation I heard Annie and Eddy whispering to each other, with some giggling and chuckling going on. I pretended not to notice and started up the game, hoping to show Eddy the game’s opening cinematics which were quite impressive.

But before I got that chance Eddy and Annie had gotten up from the bed and were heading out of his room. “We’re, uh, going to my parents’ room, okay?” Eddy said as he was almost dragged out of the room by a visibly aroused Annie. “Just hang around here and play your game,” Eddy managed to say before a giggling Annie pulled him down the stairs to the first floor.

I sighed and settled back in the chair, knowing all too well what Eddy and Annie would be up to in his parents’ bedroom one floor below. I thought about sneaking down and trying to watch, but decided against it – a little bit of voyeurism was one thing, but if I got caught watching them have sex it might mean the end of our friendship and would lead to some mighty uncomfortable situations at basketball practice.

I skipped the game’s opening cinematics and started a new game. As I waited for the opening level to load I listened intently from any noise coming from downstairs, but I heard nothing. I was slightly turned on by the knowledge that only one floor below me my friend was having sex with a gorgeous young woman, and I decided the game was insufficient distraction from this.

I closed the game and fired up Firefox to start hunting for online porn. If Eddy was having fun downstairs I might as well have some fun of my own, however shallow in comparison.

But before I’d even begun typing the URL of my favourite free porn site I heard the bedroom door one floor down open and Eddy’s voice calling out. “Hey Ryan, come down here for a sec, will ya?”

I was confused. Why did Eddy want me downstairs? Wasn’t he supposed to be having wild sex with his girlfriend? I sighed, closed Firefox and headed down the stairs.

I found Eddy’s parents’ bedroom door slightly ajar and the sounds of rustling bedsheets coming from the room. I hesitated for a moment. “Come on in Ryan,” I heard Annie say from within the room.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. Eddy’s parents bedroom was dominated by a huge king-sized bed with sand-coloured sheets. Annie and Eddy were lying under the sheets, which were pulled up right to their necks. I couldn’t tell how dressed they still were but what I could see from Annie’s shoulders seemed to lack the straps of the top she’d been wearing before.

They were both looking at me and smiling somewhat nervously. “So, Ryan…” Eddy began, but he seemed lost for words after that. Annie continued on his behalf. “Eddy and I have been talking, you know, and, well, we’ve been experimenting with, you know, what we do in bed…” She blushed and hesitated, at which point Eddy seemed to have regained his courage and said “basically we want you to join us in a threesome.”

I blinked and stood there, my mind a confused whirl of thoughts, unsure of what to say or do. Annie locked her eyes on me and leaned towards Eddy, and I saw her arm move under the sheets towards Eddy’s groin. She seemed to grip his cock, a soft groan coming from Eddy, and started to move her hand to bring life to Eddy’s dick.

The sheets had fallen down a bit as she’d leant over Eddy, revealing the beginning of her chest where the curves of her firm breasts began. She kept stroking Eddy’s cock which was rapidly growing under her touch, her eyes never leaving mine. Eddy leaned his head back on the pillow as his girlfriend stroked his member to full erection under the bedsheets.

I felt my own cock hardening in my pants, and my hand moved down automatically to adjust it to give it space. Annie watched me as I did, smiling, and licked her lips. That seemed to do it for me – whatever would happen, I wanted to fuck this gorgeous little fox of a girl, and if I had to do it together with her boyfriend then so be it.

I pulled off my t-shirt and kicked off my shoes. As I struggled to get rid of my socks Eddy chuckled, and with a sweep of his arm he pulled the sheets off the bed. Both he and Annie were naked, and the first thing I noticed was the size of Eddy’s dick.

It was positively huge. Annie’s lean fingers barely managed to wrap around Eddy’s shaft entirely as she stroked him slowly, a solid nine inches protruding from a trimmed bundle of black pubes. Eddy was definitely better endowed than me.

The next thing I focused my attention on were Annie’s breasts. They were small and firm and capped with small pink nipples that stood out proudly. Perfectly shaped tits that begged to be palmed and handled, kissed and squeezed and sprayed with cum and rubbed vigorously.

My gaze wandered further down Annie’s body, admiring her tight tummy and shapely hips, until my eyes caught sight of that wonderful valley between her legs. She was shaved entirely bare, not a hint of hair in sight, and her pussy was magnificently formed with pink lips protruding ever so slightly. Now I licked my lips as I imagined diving in there and tasting her.

I pulled off my socks and then, without further ado, got rid of my underwear as well. I had started to shave entirely down there so I was as bald as Annie. My shaft was standing straight out and pulsed with my heartbeat, its purple head swollen and eager.

Annie patted the bed on her other side and I climbed on it, laying down next to her so she was between me and Eddy. She reached for my throbbing fuckstick and her slender fingers wrapped around my steel shaft. She squeezed me before beginning the same slow, deliberate stroking motion she’d been giving Eddy all this time.

Annie looked at me, then Eddy, and then me again, a wide smile playing across her full lips. “Now what am I going to do with these two?” she asked as she squeezed both our cocks.

I moved on to my side and reached for her breasts with one hand, cupping one of her gorgeous firm tits and squeezing it, then letting my fingers play across her hard nipple.

She gasped lightly and I leaned in further, releasing my grip on her tit to let my mouth take over. I wrapped my lips around her small hard nipple and sucked lightly, then opened my mouth wider and sucked more of her firm tit into my mouth.

Eddy moved down the bed and Annie spread her legs to accommodate him. He settled in between her legs and attacked her cunt hungrily. Annie closed her eyes and leant her head back, her hand still wrapped tightly around my pulsating dick.

I moved from one breast to the other, engulfing them with my mouth, sucking her nipples and squeezing them roughly with my big hands.

Eddy licked her cunt furiously, dipping his tongue in to her moist pussy. He then slid one finger in to her fuckhole, slowly pushing it into her until his knuckles touched her cunt. He fingerfucked her slowly as he licked her clit, then added a second finger and started fingering her thoroughly. Annie moaned and squirmed under Eddy’s assault on her pussy and my treatment of her delicious tits.

Annie pulled on my cock and grunted “come up here, let me suck it”, to which I happily obliged. I abandoned her tits and kneeled on the bed beside her head, my raging man-meat aimed at her face. She didn’t hesitate for a moment and immediately wrapped her full lips around my angry cockhead, engulfing my steelhard fuckmeat.

I groaned and grabbed her long red hair, pushing her further down on my throbbing cock. She moaned and tried to swallow the full length of my fuckstick, her tiny mouth stretching to accommodate it.

Eddy in the meantime continued working on Annie’s soaked cunt, alternately sticking his fingers and his tongue in her love-canal and lapping up her musky juices. As Annie’s mouth moved up and down the length of my pulsing dick, Eddy released her cunt from his oral assault and moved to aim his gigantic fuckmeat at her wet hole.

I had front-row seats to the spectacle as he slowly pushed his titanic dick into her, her cunt-lips stretching around his massive member. She moaned louder, my cock embedded in her hungry mouth, as Eddy invaded her cunt with his dick that seemed unable to fit in there.

Somehow he made it fit, though not entirely – almost two inches of his throbbing monster were still outside and a painful jerk from Annie signalled he’d bottomed out. “Careful,” she whispered, “not too deep”, before once more swallowing nearly all of my dick.

I suddenly realised the problem – Eddy was too big. Annie was a petite woman and his massive nine-incher bumped into her cervix well before he had his full length in her. This was obviously a painful experience for her, which meant Eddy could never pump all of his massive boner into her without also causing her significant pain. I wondered if my own more modest six and a half inches would fit, knowing my chance would definitely come very soon.

Eddy began fucking Annie with slow, deliberate thrusts, ensuring he didn’t push too deep every time he shoved his huge fuckmeat forward. Annie’s attention to my own fuckstick continued unwaveringly, as she moved her tongue around my throbbing shaft in her mouth.

I didn’t need to push her head forward any more as she eagerly tried to swallow as much as possible of my hard cock, rapidly moving her mouth up and down my length. She wrapped one of her hands around the base of my cock, fingers caressing the bulbous sack of my balls, and with her other hand she grabbed her one of her tits, squeezing roughly.

I leaned over a bit and put my hand on her other tit, squeezing and rubbing it with equal roughness, my fingers pinching her hard nipple. She moaned at this and tried to deep-throat my cock, pushing herself forward as my cock stretched her mouth and rubbed against the back of her throat. She came close to embedding my full length in her throat but had to relent, releasing my throbbing member from her mouth, her saliva dripping from my steely shaft.

She squeezed my balls as she looked up at me with a wide grin, gasping “nearly there.” Eddy in the meantime pumped his monster dick into her tight cunt over and over and, losing a bit of his composure, pressed too deep again, soliciting a pained yelp from his girlfriend.

She glared at him, then pushed him off her. “Time to switch” she said with such total authority that neither I nor Eddy dared to object.

She lithely turned around and got on her hands and knees, her face in Eddy’s crotch and her curvaceous ass pointing invitingly towards me. She got working on Eddy’s engorged manhood instantly, wrapping her luscious lips around his man-meat. She couldn’t get even half of his fuckstick into her mouth but she sure gave it a brave attempt.

I turned my attention to the banquet of feminine pleasures now laid out before me. Her ass was heart-shaped and perfectly curved, with her dripping pussy peaking out from just below the pink sphincter of her asshole. I decided to get as much of this as possible so I leaned in and buried my mouth between her gorgeous asscheeks.

Annie groaned and wiggled her ass in my face as she gorged on Eddy’s cock. My tongue found the folds of her soaked cunt and I tried to shove as much of it into her fuck-chute as possible, thirsty for her juices. She tasted magnificently, her nectar a perfect mix of musky bitterness and creamy sweetness, and I knew right then and there that I’d have to taste this more often.

My hands cupped her asscheeks firmly as my mouth assaulted her moist cunt, my tongue dipping into her folds, then lapping along the whole length of her slit. I let my tongue roam upwards to her pink ass which I teased momentarily with the tip of my tongue, eliciting a groan from Annie, before I ventured back to her soaked pussy.

As juicy as her cunt tasted in my mouth, the need to stuff my fuckmeat into her was growing beyond control. After several delicious minutes of tongue-fucking her canal I decided it was time to put my cock where my mouth was. Yet as I lifted up from her pussy I couldn’t help but linger at her ass for a moment, quickly pushing my tongue against her tight pink sphincter and feeling it relent ever so slightly, provoking another groan from Annie who was busy trying to choke on Eddy’s titanic cock.

Torn between eating her ass and fucking her cunt, I finally chose the latter and got up, positioning myself behind her. I fisted my achingly hard fuckstick, still wet from Annie’s saliva, and aimed it at her soaked cunt.

I rubbed the swollen purple head between her dripping folds, immensely enjoying the soft feeling of wet cuntflesh on my sensitive cockhead. Then I decided to see how I fitted inside there compared to Eddy, and in one hard plunge shoved my man-meat into her tight cunt-chute.

As my balls hit Annie’s pussy I instantly realised I didn’t bottom out – my dick was a perfect fit. Annie groaned with pleasure with her lips locked around Eddy’s shaft, and as I pulled out of her fuckhole a bit she immediately pushed back, eager to feel my full length in her again.

Overcome with lust and confidence born from my ‘victory’ over Eddy I started fucking Annie earnestly, pounding my pulsating fuckstick into her soaked cunt as she choked on Eddy’s monster cock.

My balls slapped against her as I pumped my man-meat into her fuckhole over and over, my hands grasping her hips as I slammed her forward onto Eddy’s dick. Eddy was grinning widely and as I looked at his cock I realised why – Annie had deepthroated him, managing to swallow most of his enormous nine inches.

Every time I slammed my steel-hard cock into her velvety chute she was pushed forward on Eddy’s dick and choked on nearly his full length being stuffed down her throat, his dark pubes tickling her nose. Her continued moans of pleasure every time she pulled back from Eddy’s monster cock indicated she loved it just as much.

On and on I pounded into her, fucking her with an abandon I had never experienced before, determined to give Annie a fucking her boyfriend could never give her. I slammed my fuckmeat into her dripping love-canal over and over, alternately watching my dick disappear in her soaked pink cunt and watching Eddy’s cock vanish into her stretched throat.

My hands on her hips and Eddy’s hands tightly gripping her hair kept Annie firmly in place as we fucked her harshly from both sides. I saw Annie’s hand move up between Eddy’s legs and guessed she was fingering his ass, something which was soon confirmed by a gasp and loud groan from Eddy. He gritted his teeth and seemed focused on spewing his load down his girlfriend’s throat.

I was not going to be far behind as I sensed my balls tightening and tingling, and I increased the pace of my fucking, pumping my throbbing man-meat into Annie’s cunt-chute harder and faster still. Without warning Eddy’s orgasm hit and he grabbed Annie’s head to shove her all the way down his cock.

She nearly managed to get all of Eddy’s monster cock into her mouth as he came, pumping his thick cream down her throat. I came not a second later, shoving my pulsating fuckstick into Annie’s cunt with such power that she was forced down further on Eddy’s cock, finally taking all of his length into her throat as he continued to cum.

My cock spewed forth thick roped of creamy cum deep inside Annie’s trembling cunt who, I realised amidst my own orgasmic bliss, was also cumming. Her cunt pulsed around my jerking rod, milking every last drop of ball-batter from my orgasming cock.

Eddy finally finished cumming and pulled his massive boner from Annie’s stretched throat, thick ropes of cum and saliva dripping down his huge shaft. I slammed into Annie a few times more, depositing the last remnants of my jism into her fuckhole, before I too collapsed back onto the bed.

Annie followed suit, laying down between us as she gasped for breath. “Whoa, that was awesome…” she grunted as she patted my leg and Eddy’s face, her head in Eddy’s lap and her legs draped across mine.

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Twenty minutes later I was taking a shower in Eddy’s parents’ bathroom, cleaning myself up before intending to head home. It had been a surprising but spectacularly good afternoon, and I was still basking in the afterglow of it all.

I suddenly heard the door open and through the haze of hot water saw a naked Annie step into the bathroom. She closed the door delicately behind her and then turned to me, walking up to the bath.

“Eddy’s fast asleep, as usual” she said as she stepped into the bath with me and nudged me aside to get to the shower’s hot sprays.

I stepped back in the spacious bathtub to give her room and let my eyes roam across her lovely curves as she stood under the water. I felt a stirring in my groin. “Is he a deep sleeper?” I asked, trying to sound innocent but failing utterly.

She turned to me and caught my gaze, a smile playing across her full lips. “Very deep,” she said, running her hands over her chest. With one hand she squeezed one of her fabulous tits, tweaking the nipple between her fingers. Her other hand roamed down her tummy to between her legs, where her fingers found the folds of her cunt and began to slowly rub herself. Her eyes never left mine.

“What you did back there,” she said as she lazily pleasured herself and I felt the blood rushing back to my cock, “with your mouth on my ass….” She licked her lips before continuing, “That felt awesome.”

She turned around and leant over, putting her hands against the bathroom wall and sticking her ass out at me. “Do it again,” she said.

Naturally I complied. I knelt in the bathtub and put my hands on Annie’s asscheeks, spreading them slightly. Her pussy was red from the pounding it had received and I gave it a gentle kiss and a lick, provoking a soft moan from Annie.

Then I moved my focus to the prize – her tight pink asshole. First I lapped my tongue lazily across it, wetting it with my spit and feeling the texture of her sphincter on my tongue.

I then circled her ass with my tongue, dipping lightly into her sphincter, before going back to licking across it. Annie’s breath turned to shallow gasps, and a glance revealed she was massaging one of her tits while I attended to her ass.

I pressed my tongue against her asshole, lightly at first, then circling it again before pressing once more. I continued to press against it, as if gently knocking on her backdoor with my tongue, steadily increasing the force of my tongue.

I felt her sphincter relax and relent and finally open slightly to my tongue, letting the tip of it invade her ass. She gasped louder and moaned, and I pressed harder with my tongue, feeling her ass surrender more to it and dipping deeper into her tight asshole.

She pressed her ass back against my face as my tongue pushed forward into her. I moved one hand up and, after briefly rubbing the folds of her pussy, slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. She was soaked with her own juices and my cum and I fucked her pussy slowly as my tongue fucked her tight ass.

My cock was by now of course back to full strength, throbbing between my legs as I ate Annie’s ass and fingerfucked her well-pounded cunthole.

I withdrew my fingers from her soaked cunt, taking a healthy load of cunt-juice and cum with it, and spread this out over Annie’s ass. Then I gently pushed one wet finger against her tight asshole, which resisted at first.

But helped by my easing up of her ass with my tongue her sphincter finally relented to my finger and the first digit slipped inside. Annie moaned loudly now and pushed her ass back to me again. “More,” she breathed huskily.

Aided by cumjuice I pushed my finger in deeper, all the way until it was embedded in her ass to the knuckle. I pulled it out ever so slowly before pushing it back in, repeating the process several times.

Then I almost pulled my finger out entirely, leaving just the tip of it inside of her ass, and put a second finger against her tight opening. “Oh god, yesss….” she whispered as I began to push two fingers in to her hot tight backdoor, slowly forcing them knuckle-deep into her bowels.

Two fingers or one cock, I thought, what the hell. I stood up behind her and withdrew my fingers from Annie’s ass, which solicited a questioning moan from her. I took my manhood, steely hard and angrily red from my earlier pounding of her cunt, and rubbed its engorged head against her pink asshole.

Annie looked back over her shoulder and seemed to hold her breath as I applied pressure. My cockhead was significantly bigger than my two fingers, and initially her sphincter denied me access. But I pressed on and Annie too seemed intent on this to happen as she pushed back against me with both her hands pressing against the bathroom wall, warm water cascading down her back.

At last her ass surrendered to my throbbing fuckstick and I felt the head of my cock go in, her tight sphincter grasping my shaft. Annie let go of a short gasping moan, letting her head hang between her arms as she held herself steady.

I waited for a moment, my eyes fixed on where my cock was now invading Annie’s backdoor chute, and then I pushed forward again with gentle but firm pressure, forcing more and more of my throbbing manhood into her incredibly tight asshole.

With my fuckmeat halfway up her ass I paused again and pulled back until just the head of my cock was still in her. “Please, more,” Annie gasped, and I pushed forward again until I could go no further.

I pulled back again, then pressed forward once more, over and over, slowly and steadily, easing Annie’s ass open to my pulsating man-meat. Finally my hips touched hers with the full length of my steel hard shaft embedded into her asshole.

“God yes,” I heard her moan in between gasping breaths, “fuck me. Fuck my ass.”

And I did. I started a slow, deep, intense fucking of her ass, pulling back until I was almost out, then shoving my cock back in to her tight anal chute until my balls pressed against her cunt. Over and over, again and again, in and out, steadily and firmly as the hot shower soaked us both – I was intending to make this assfucking last.

Annie began rubbing her pussy, her fingers sliding across her clit before finding her cunthole and dipping inside. Feeling herself filled in both her anal hole and soaked cunt she moaned even louder and shoved more fingers in to her pussy, fucking herself as I pumped her ass.

I increased my pace, watching the full length of my cock disappear into Annie’s tight anal chute over and over. I was fucking my friend’s hot girlfriend up the ass in his own home’s bathroom and she was loving every second of it.

My thrusts turned in to pounding as I slammed my engorged fuckmeat in to her forbidden ass again and again, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I buried my shaft in her anal chute.

Annie grabbed one of my hands and pulled it across her as she pushed back from the backroom wall, making me hold her up as I fucked her ass. We effortlessly changed from a horizontal assfuck to a vertical one, with me slamming my pulsing dick up in to her tight ass as she tiptoed on the bathtub’s curving surface. Her arm wrapped around my head as she leaned her head back against my shoulder, her mouth searching for mine.

We kissed, intensely and passionately, our tongues entwining as I kept up the pace of our heated fucking. Again and again I rammed by fuckmeat up into her asshole, her anal hole now welcoming my throbbing length with ease, our mouths locked together.

For the second time that day I felt that familiar tingling in my balls, and I could no longer maintain our kiss. Annie sensed my impending orgasm and leant forward again to give me all the access I needed to severely pound her ass.

My balls tightened and I rammed my man-meat into her anal chute. Annie again thrust her fingers into her dripping cunt, fucking herself as I fucked her ass, our loud moans and grunts echoing in the bathroom.

I slammed my cock into her ass with all the strength I could muster as I came with an intensity I’d never before experienced, the force of my orgasm seemingly emanating from the tip of my toes to the crown of my skull before concentrating in my throbbing cock and spewing forth from my engorged cockhead into Annie’s tight bowels.

Annie continued to pump her fingers in to her pussy, faster and harder, as I again rammed in to her ass, and again, with every wave of my overwhelming orgasm, depositing thick loads of cum deep in her anal hole.

Then she came as well, her ass tightening like a vice around my orgasmic shaft, her body trembling against mine as she moaned and jerked in the throes of her orgasm. She shuddered and thrust her fingers in to her pulsating cunt as her ass milked the last of my jism from my aching fuckmeat.

I could no longer hold myself up and staggered backwards, my cock retreating from Annie’s mauled ass, trailing strands of cum. I sat down on the edge of the bath, my chest heaving with heavy breaths, as Annie turned and leaned back against the bathroom wall.

“Holy fuck,” she breathed, running a hand through her soaked long red hair. I chuckled and nodded assent.

Then the bathroom door opened and Eddy stood there, staring at us with shock in his eyes. 

Charlies Grades

Short Story

It wasn’t quite the end to the day that he expected. It wasn’t easy telling a student that her grades were sinking fast and that he was going to have to inform her parents that night that she would have to be dropped down a class. After all, they were paying a lot of money to send her to his school and they would be horrified to know that she was dropping down. But he had to tell them, it was his duty as her teacher.

As he got up from his desk, ready to leave, there was a knock on the door. “Enter” he said, and the door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was the girl, Charlie. She looked at him and said “Can I talk to you please Sir?”

He looked at his watch and said “Yes, I have a few minutes before I have to leave”

She walks in and stands there, looking scared… “Sir, it’s about my grades.”

He looks up from his desk. “We have discussed this earlier and you know I have to inform your parents how badly you are doing”

“But Sir, if they find out, I will be in so much trouble. Please give me one last chance to get my marks higher Sir.”

He looks up and sees she is sobbing a little, tears running down her smooth young face. He rises from his chair and walks round to her. Offering her a tissue, he tells her to sit on the chair, and he walks to the door and closes it. As the door clicks shut, she hears the key turn in the lock, and wonders why he has locked them in.

He walks back to his desk, but instead of sitting behind it, he lowers himself on the corner directly in front of her. He looks down and notices the buttons of her shirt are open a bit too far down and he sees the soft skin of her pert breasts cupped in her bra. He knows it’s wrong to stare but he finds it impossible to look away.

“I have given you too many chances to improve already” he says “so why should I give you another?”

Charlie looks up at him, her eyes still wet from her tears and says “I know Sir, but this time I would do anything to stop my parents finding out” and she crosses her legs slowly making her skirt ride up her thigh.

His eyes drop as her legs cross and he can’t help but notice a glimpse of white panties on her thigh, as he skirt has lifted just an inch or two too much. He feels a growing sensation in his groin and stands to try and hide it, her face level with his waist.

“You say you will do anything to stop me telling your parents, Charlie?” he asks as he feels his manhood still hardening.

“Oh yes Sir, I will, I will do whatever it takes to keep them from finding out”She looks up at him and nods, “Yes Sir, I understand. And yes, I agree. My life would be hell if you expel me Sir.”

“Very well, he says, you have made your choice and there is no going back now. Fulfil the tasks I set you and your grades will be improved.”

“Thank you Sir. What do you want me to do, tidy the desk, make tea for you?”

He looks down at her and puts a finger over his lips as if to say “Shhhhhhhh”

With her still sat on the chair, he reaches down and unzips the fly on his trousers and they fall to the floor, leaving him there with a bulging erection in his boxers. He slips them over it and his cock is inches from her face…. “Touch it, he tells her.

“But Sir, that’s, that’s, that’s wrong Sir”

“You agreed to my tasks, you do as I say now”

She is shaking a little but knows that she has to do as he bids or get thrown out the school. Her hand slowly moves to the tip and she touches it. She is shocked at how hard it feels. She had heard all about boys and their erections but this was the first time she had even seen one, let alone touched one.

“Hold it in your hand” he says “wrap your fingers round it and rub it”

Her tiny fingers take a grip and she begins to rub the shaft up and down, the foreskin covering then uncovering the deep red head of his cock. He closes his eyes and breaths softly with every stroke.

“Is this what you mean Sir” she asks, looking up at his face. He looks down at her and says ”Oh yes, you are doing that just right. But there is more to come. Now stand up.”

Her hand releases the throbbing cock and she stands as instructed.

“What do you want now then Sir”

“Unbutton your shirt and unzip your skirt for me Charlie” he says.

She knows that its wrong but she also knows she has no choice but to do as he tells her. With her hands shaking, she unbuttons her shirt and it falls open revealing her tight white bra. Her skirt falls to the floor when she unzips it and her little white panties are exposed.

“Take the shirt off”

She obeys and it lies next to her skirt on his office floor. She is left standing in her matching bra and panties, and the cold air makes her young nipples stiffen and press against the smooth cotton of her bra.

He takes a few seconds to look at her, then moves close, and his hand reaches out to rub over her erect nipples, teasing them with his fingers… She lets out a soft moan, she has only ever done this to herself, never has a man touched her there… She tried to hide it but the pleasure running through her veins is too much. Her breathing gets faster as he touches them, her breasts rising and falling with every touch. He reaches behind and with one flick, the bra comes undone and her small firm tits are free, free for him to suck on… his mouth engulfs them in turn, sucking and biting them softly. She has never felt such a feeling as this, and she moans over and over again…

He reaches for her hand and guides it back to his cock, and she knows what he wants… more rubbing. She takes a firm grip again and he feels even harder than before.

Having tasted her nipples, he is dying to put his tongue between her thighs, and he stands upright, and tells her to sit on the edge of the desk…  She does as she is told once more, and he stands there, and looks down at the tight white triangle of cotton that is covering her young womanhood. There is a small damp patch there and he knows that she is ready… he kneels and slowly peels her panties down and her pussy is exposed, the soft wispy hairs slightly wet from her juices. He moves in and lets the tip of his tongue run over her lips, softly, gently and she gasps. He lifts her legs up and onto his shoulders and then he presses his face hard on to her… his tongue finds her clitoris and its hot, throbbing and feels as if she is on fire! She tastes so sweet and fresh. He is the only man to have eaten her and she can’t help but writhe with the pleasures his tongue is giving her.

Harder he licks and every so often he sucks hard on her clit… She is so close to having her first real orgasm. She had played on her bed on her own a few times but nothing ever felt as good as this…. Just as she feels the surge of her cum rising, he stops…… Why, don’t stop!!!! Keep licking me!!!

He stands up, lifts her off the desk and turns her round…… “Bend over” that’s all he says “Bend over”

With her pussy still aching Charlie bends over his big desk, and her pert little bottom is in the air… She feels him behind her, and feels that hard cock of his pressing against her cheeks… He reaches down and guides it, the tip nestling on her wet pussy lips, and then he pushes it in, an inch at a time, slowly, gently, until she feels the whole of his girth in her… She lets out a small whimper of pain as it hurts her… “Relax” he says” You are wet and that will make me nice and slippery”

She lets out a deep sigh and then relaxes a little, and she feels him pushing his cock in and out of her pussy… slowly it eases and the more he enters her, the wetter she becomes….She feels more relaxed and now finds herself pushing back to meet each stroke…. His hands grip her waist and he begins to really go deep….. His balls are hitting her cheeks every time he is fully in her…. She feels her body letting go and she knows she is close….. close to that explosion of her orgasm… She can’t help but scream out loudly as she cums for the very first time….

Harder and harder he fucks her… pounding deep… his balls are tightening too as her tight pussy muscles grip and milk him….. He knows he cannot allow his cream to shoot in her pussy so he pulls out….

“Kneel down” he tells her…. “Kneel down now and take my cock in your mouth….

She is so turned on that she sinks to her knees and takes that hard cock in her mouth, and sucks it like she had been sucking cock for years…. He holds the back of her head and fucks her mouth and he knows she will be getting his cum any second…. As the hot cum rises he holds her head tight in place and fills her mouth with his salty load…

Swallow it, he demands, swallow my seed… he keeps her head in place to make her drink his cum. She is swallowing fast as he has filled her moth with a full load of cum…

As the last drop oozes from the tip of his cock, he releases her head and his softening cock falls from her mouth….

She looks up and smiles, and asks “Have I fulfilled my tasks now Sir?”

He slips his clothes back on and say “Yes, for today. However if your grades fall againCharlie, you will have to come to my office again, do you understand?”

“Yes Sir, I understand fully…”

He sits back behind his desk and tells her to go, and says he will be keeping a very close eye on her work from now on.

As she leaves she turns round, winks at him and says “I do hope my grades fall again very soon Sir”

Express action: The Office Party

Short Story

The office party never got beyond the boring stage. They never do when senior management pretend they are just part of the team like the rest of us wage salary slaves. No share bonuses in the company for us. I think we were celebrating ten years of the international business in Sydney, so some bright spark decided it should be on the tenth floor.

My heels were killing me. I wanted a relaxing spa bath. I needed some quiet personal down time after completing a deadline review just before six. And here I was clock watching at seven-thirty, thinking a polite exit would be okay at eight. I’d call up my recent fuckbuddy about ten I was thinking, when I got my second wind.

I was drifting from group to group trying not to look obviously bored. How I ended up alone with two of the high flying young senior managers, James and Jason, yeah nearly interchangeable pricks, well it happened and they were talking shop. I thought Christ boys, at least sport or cars, or flirt with me or even be rude and see how I respond to a crass smutty joke. We could end up in a storeroom threesome. No, it was a new office layout, teams were in and hierarchy was out. Could have fooled me. I got slightly more interested as James mentioned décor and mood colours. But my eyes and the corner of my mouth really did smirk, when Jason called the process, ‘Pimping the Workplace’. My usually controlled at work dirty mind escaped like a nipple slip.

Oh I knew pimping a car from TV and the slang idea of making something cooler or better, but the grubby idea of procuring, soliciting, prostitution, a pimp living off the earnings; pimping a workplace; seriously; I imagined myself as a high class call girl working and servicing these two dudes.

My face gave me away. James suddenly realised there was a young slut under a well cut navy blue dress and I could tell he didn’t give a shit about the look of the workplace now. Jason caught up too. What is it about sexual opportunity, the glint in a woman’s eye and guys going into instant cock led overdrive?

I hadn’t realised how well located we were to get it off immediately. The cat was out of the bag or updating it,pimping the expression, my pussy was about to be knickers free. I sidled left and backwards into the photocopy room, the two guys following like puppies on a very short leash.

Sex in the photocopy room, well I’d have called it a porn fantasy myth until it happened to me. Oh, there is a hard copy of my arse printed out of the machine, but wait for it.

It was speed sex. God the door wasn’t even closed. We were in the alcove by the shredding machine. Quite apt actually. They literally shredded my dress, bra and panties off me, like roughly peeling a banana. Nothing put on their ‘bananas’ though, dirty buggers, no condoms, but I was too trash randy to care. Pregnancy precautions; always the girl and her trusty pill.

Shit I was squeezed between the pair and I loved it. Cock nuzzling into my body front and back. My tits getting sampled. My neck nibbled. My pussy fingered. My arsehole poked. My mouth caroused by tongue. Both my hands full of cock. Good sized peckers too. My earlobes licked.

Nothing planned. It all just happened. Cocks look good poking out of well cut suit pants. I was bent over by Jason to suck his rod and the smutty bugger James eased his dick straight into my pussy from behind as my head went forward sucking cock and my body went forward too, filled with cock. Then I was chasing cock forward and rocking back on cock behind me.

Geez both bastards were in me deep. They would have met in the middle of me if they could. I was a perfectly balanced conduit for cock. A double fluid channel. My mouth swamped by salvia drenched cock. My pussy juices giving James cock the ride of its life. Oh fuck I felt good, especially as he also fingered my arse.

It was all a blur of hasty action but I was aware of it all. I was a double duct of pleasure. My mouth and pussy making me so happy together. I just accepted it as stunning as they swapped over positions; my body was like a busy thoroughfare for peckers. A freeway for my growing orgasm. My entire body a transit lounge for cock.

James jagged his prick into my mouth like it was his private pleasure chute. Jason at the same time gouged his cock like a spear straight into my unexpected arse. How my rear chamber expanded so wonderfully quick to accommodate his stiff rod, I still don’t know. I realised later I was fully slut relaxed.

My arse was a canal of unrefined buggerised ecstasy as Jason creamed it. My mouth became a sluice of salvia and cum, as James emptied himself in my gob and insisted I swallow. Of course I did.

“Umm” said Jason sheepishly, “Your arse please, on the photocopy machine.”

Guys, boys, dudes; they want it all.

“Sure” I said, “Help me up.”

And there I was; my cute arse getting warm from the flashing copier light and the glass getting a good smear of my girly juices and Jason’s jizz.

“Oh press it twice more” I said.

I got off, redressed, and we all snuck out of the dying office party.

Private revelry at my place instead, starting with three in the spa bath

Anna’s Birthday Prarty

Short Story

As I parked the car on the gravel driveway I knew this would
mark the end of the secret.  Anna didn’t know I was invited to her
birthday party, nor that the party would be so small.  She was expecting
all of her friends, but Greg had carefully arranged for them to all arrive the
following night.  Tonight would belong to me, her master Greg and his
friend Richard.

Greg has trained Anna well.  She is unquestioningly
obedient, as any good slut should be, fully surrendering herself to his
ownership a few months ago.  While Richard had never met her before, I
have had the pleasure of fucking Anna many months before, while she was single.

As a fitness instructor, she has the most neatly defined
figure, a small frame with delicate facial features.  There isn’t an ounce
of fat on her, she’s a slender wonder of muscle and silk.  Every time I
see her she seems to be in even better shape, her workouts and careful eating
bringing out the very best in her physically.  Mentally she’s also very
strong, with a filthy imagination and an appetite for activities I would never
have considered until I met her.

Anna is happy and proud to be Greg’s slut.

As I got out of my car, she opened the door wearing a skin
tight dress barely covering her modesty.  She yelped when she saw it was
me but contained herself as she had been instructed to act with decorum but
dress like a classy whore.  I walked to the door, embraced her and told
her how happy I was to see her again before complimenting her on the
dress.  “I have several changes of clothes for this evening” she
announced, feeding my delight that I would be able to perve over her pretty
little body in more than one outfit.

She didn’t offer to take my coat, so I took it off and threw
it at her before walking through to the kitchen where Greg was waiting.

While I chatted with Greg and ignored Anna, it became clear
to her that her birthday wasn’t going to go the way she had been led to
believe.  Why would I be the only guest?  Finally Richard turned up,
a little late, but at least that completed our little group.  We were
introduced and Greg showed us through to his games room.

“Get your guests a drink, slut” he commanded, while he began
to rack up the balls on the pool table.  I instructed her to name all the
types of beer in the glass fronted fridge behind her without looking, which she
duly did without hesitation or error.  “Good girl” I rewarded her before
ordering a Grolsch.

My pool game with Greg was more of a slaughtering than a
match… he potted the balls mercilessly, giving me barely three chances to take
the cue and take my shots.  He cleared the table while I still had four
red balls on the felt.  This is a man who wins.

As Richard took his place for the mild humiliation that
constitutes pool, Greg ordered Anna to go and change into something
sluttier.  “May I go to the toilet please?” she asked.  “No” was the
curt reply.

Moments later, Anna appeared at the games room door wearing
my favorite item of clothing, a blue pleated skirt, teamed with a barely there
black titty-top.  Now, with her incredibly defined stomach on display and
my eternal weakness the short pleated skirt, I needed to check her over more
closely.  She stood before me and turned around so that I could run my
eyes all over her, following her delighted smile as I did so.  I reached
behind her as she came around to face me again, grabbing her arse cheeks
through the floating skirt and pulling her firmly towards me.  I could
almost feel the sunlight from her beaming smile as I appreciated the contour of
her lower back with my spare hand, when Greg barked “What’s wrong with his
bottle, slut?”, prompting her to jump back and resume her duty as our waitress,
bringing me a full bottle to replace it.  I beckoned her close, closer,
right up close so that her face was touching mine before telling her I’d rather
have Guinness this time and chastising her for being so lazy.   “Give
me 20” I said tenderly into her ear before she dropped to the tiled floor and
performed her 20 press-ups.

“Please can I go wee?” she asked as she lay on the floor,
held down by Richard’s foot resting on her left shoulder.  “Alright, but
leave the door open so the guys can come in and see you if they want”. 
Greg explained that Anna hates being watched on the toilet, so with that
preying on her mind, we continued chatting and ignored her completely.

When she arrived back and fetched my Guinness, I asked her
whether she had left her knickers in the bathroom, as my inquisitive hand had
noticed that she was naked under her skirt. “Anna doesn’t wear panties at home”
interrupted Greg, as I nonchalantly fingered his girl while she stood next to
me.

Air hockey wasn’t quite as much of a whitewash as the pool
had been.  I found it remarkably easy to concentrate while Anna was
kneeling between me and the table, head squeezed between the edge and my
pelvis, my cock buried in her mouth and muffled grunts emitting every now and
then as I moved from one side to another chasing the puck.  “Damn, pick
that up” I called several times, as she obediently collected the fallen disc
with a carry-on style wink as she bent over with straight legs and pert bum on
full display – damn that girl is flexible – before sinking back to her knees to
resume her blowjob duties.

“Thank you very much” she smiled with a glint in her eye
before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  I slapped her across
the cheek as she stood up and reminded her of her manners.  “Thank you
very much, Sir”.  That’s better.

We all went through to the kitchen where Anna had laid out a
spread of food for us; various meats, nibbles, breads and some perfectly timed
pizza slices.  The three of us enjoyed our food while chatting about the
housing market and watching Anna wash up the dishes she had served us from.

Greg then announced that it was time to go upstairs. The look
of delight mixed with trepidation on her face was priceless, as would become
clear.  Greg has built a dedicated play room in this new build house – out
of the sight of most visitors, but open to us this evening.  As he led us
into the enormous room full of restraint equipment, toys, a bed and a couple of
sofas, Greg turned and punched Anna in the stomach causing her to fall to the
floor while thanking him.  He kicked her a couple of times and she
continued “thank you for beating me Sir”.  I’d be lying to say I was
comfortable seeing this, but it was clear that Anna had entered a special place
in the house and that she had been so eager to get there she would pay any
price.

“Strip” instructed Greg, as Anna crawled toward the bed, her
pert little butt wiggling like she was in a Carry-On movie.  “Nicely” he
warned, as he noticed a devilish little glint in her eye.  Oh, she
wouldn’t disappoint.  This girl knows her body, every last inch of
it.  She understands the control she can have over a group of men with her
movements.  Not just her gentle motion and the reveal… but the knowing
smile that tells you she is lapping up the attention she’s generating for
herself.  I’m having trouser issues and need to release the pressure – her
eyes somehow drawing my hand to the bulge in my suit, just as I realise Richard
and Greg are doing the same.  As she rolls and peels the skin-tight dress
down over her hips, I begin undressing to match – she’s handing control back to
the men.

In one corner is a bench with straps and cushions bristled
all over it.  With a nod of approval from Greg, I take Anna gently by the
hand and lead her over to it.  As she leans forward to place her head on
the cushion, Greg straps her knees and wrists with leather belts, leaving her
held tightly on all fours, head outstretched and arse open for the
taking.  I lean down to her level, my face level with hers and put two
fingers into her mouth, pulling her jaw down and open.  I’m fixing her
straight in the eyes, her gaze reaching deep into mine as she strains to lift
her head – there’s a deep connection there that I won’t dismiss.

Anna is strapped firmly to the bench, exposed, prone and defenseless. 
Beautiful.  I walk around to her rear and slap an arse cheek hard.  A
flinch.  I kneel down so that I’m eye to eye with her exposed pussy and
breathe deeply…. oooh that sweet scent and the sight of her glistening
moistness makes it impossible not to take a broad lick of her wet slit, keeping
my tongue wet with her juice as I round back to her face and hold my tongue out
in front of her – she instinctively licks it off, looking me deep in the eye as
she does so.

No sooner as she allows that broad smile to flush through
her face, Greg is pulling her head upwards and wrapping a white hood around
her.  All I see before me now is a faceless naked woman, a hole in the
hood carefully aligned with her mouth.  Greg says “open wide”, followed by
a stern “both ends” before smiling at us both as we prepare to feast on his
girl.

It’s a strange feeling, feeding your cock through a gap in a
fabric hood into the waiting mouth of a woman whose eyes are such an important
part of her communication vocabulary – a feeling made even weirder knowing that
at the other end of the bench is a heavy man pushing himself into the bum hole
of this doll.  I do my best to keep up the rough persona, but I want to
cradle Anna’s head as I slide my shaft in and out of her hungry mouth. 
She wants no tenderness though – she wants to feel used thoroughly fucked
tonight.  I’m here as a birthday guest and will do my best to live up to
her hopes and fantasies.

Richard pulls out of her arse abruptly which makes her jump
with the shock.  I can see Greg is waiting to fuck her mouth, so I head to
her rear and smack her bum as hard as I can from the angle I’m at.  All I
hear is “mmmph”, so I smack again, this time from a better angle.  Still
“mmpphhh” is all I get, so it’s time to use the back of my hand as the slaps
get harder and harder before she finally breaks free of Greg’s cock an manages
“thank you Sir” before taking it back into her mouth noisily.  It’s time
for a condom as I stand back and survey the sight in front of my eyes. 
Greg fucking her face as Richard stands to the side wanking and pulling one of
her pretty little arse cheeks to the side for me, opening her pussy lips to
make an even more inviting sight.

I’ve never gone straight for the bum hole before in my life
– it’s always been something to work up to on a really lucky day – but somehow
it wouldn’t seem right do anything but what she had asked for when we last
spoke before the party – she just loves having her arse filled and who am I to
disappoint the birthday girl?!  No point messing around, in I go as
swiftly and smoothly as I can.  Her buttocks are so firm she barely shakes
as a bury myself all the way in on the first stroke – pausing at my full length
to feel her squeeze around my rigid dick, moaning with pleasure as she spits
Greg’s cock out and buries her face in the pad of the bench.  I slowly
withdraw, make like I’m going to slip back inside but instead smack her bum
again so hard it makes her jump.  Then I slip back in, gently at first,
nice and deep, all the way inside her and gradually build up a rhythm.  I
can feel her responding with those incredible muscles, squeezing my cock when I
fully insert – and I begin to speed up under the encouraging eye of Greg, whose
face looks fit to burst with pride as he watches me hammering away at his
slut’s backside.  Greg and I are squeezing Anna from both ends – he’s
pushing against her neck which is rising and buckling and she squeals with joy
from the hard fucking she’s receiving.

Enough is enough and I explode inside her hot little ass
just as Greg pulls out of her mouth – she responds with a delightful
high-pitched expression of “ooh” in time with each spasm as I physically relax
my whole torso and rest for a moment waiting for my erection to subside inside
her.  As I’m doing that, Richard spots the availability of her mouth and
begins fucking her face for all of a few seconds before shooting his spunk down
her throat.

While Richard and I recover, Greg asks whether need another
drink and begins unbuckling Anna from her bench.  I reply that I’ve had
enough for my bladder to retain and asks whether I need a wee, with a twinkle
in his eye.  I need no further encouragement – I tenderly remove Anna’s
hood, look into her eyes with a smile and announce “I need a piss but don’t
want to get Greg’s toilet dirty”. Greg lifts her by the arm and guides her into
the walk-in shower where she is told to kneel and shield the glass and tiled
floor.  It takes a few moments to persuade your body to urinate when your
brain says “no”, a potentially awkward situation if it weren’t for Anna’s eyes
looking up at me with such desire and longing.  Kneeling with her legs
slightly parted, her hands pushing her little titties together and her tongue
outstretched – it’s an image that stays with me now, clear as day. 
Eventually I relaxed the crucial muscle and began to stream piss onto her
stomach and lift it to her breasts as she began to massage it into
herself.  I didn’t have the heart to spray on her tongue, perhaps that’s
for another day…?

Marched to the large bed, Anna receives clear instruction
that she is not allowed to cum without permission.  Out comes an array of
tools designed to produce orgasm which means we’re looking at a slightly unfair
game – to which the grin on her face is clear evidence.  She does
incredibly well to cope with the stimulation afforded her with some small
vibrators, a fairly significant dildo and a Rampant Rabbit, but it’s the
Hitachi that pushes her over the edge and causes her to involuntarily pop out
the butt plug that she had been wearing throughout most of her toy-time. 
“Pleeeease Sir can I cum noooww?”  We decide to let her off as she had
done so well in controlling her orgasm and give her a few minutes to rest and
fetch us a fresh beer.

When she comes back to the room, I’m lying on my back and
Greg tells her to sit on top of me, cowgirl.  Not surprisingly my dick is
erect again and she performs a lovely trick of slipping a condom onto me using
her mouth only, no hands, to which I pay her a compliment and tell her she’s
allowed to use her pussy instead of her ass to sit on me if she’d like – which
she accepts.  Greg reminds her she mustn’t cum without permission as she
begins rocking forward and backward on me, a rare chance to savor some
tenderness and softness between us during this rough and ragged evening. 
Our fucking intensifies, with Richard and Greg both standing back and watching
as they regain their erections.  It’s wonderful to be running my hands up
and down her torso, feeling the shape of her smooth buttocks and staring into
her deep brown eyes as we cement the connection between us.

As we rock together I feel Anna’s fingertips tighten and
clench at my chest as she leans back and enjoys a rush of orgasm – before realizing
she should have asked first.  “Get off” I shout, “I didn’t say you could
cum”.  As she clambers off, I get up, flip her over and tell her to get on
all fours.  Greg takes hold of her shoulders and puts his legs around her
neck to lock her into position as I position myself at her rear and promise to
punish her for her rudeness.  Without warning I plunge into her arsehole
and begin thrusting hard, mercilessly, pushing her forwards with every stroke
while Greg chastises her verbally.  After a minute, I withdraw, allowing
Richard to take my place with his significantly larger cock – her yelps and
grunts are greater still, all the while calling out “thank you Sir” as dish out
her punishment.

As Anna is released and relaxes, I take the opportunity to
come down to her level, face to face, insert four fingers into her mouth with
my thumb clasping her jaw and draw her eyes level with mine, deeply and
intensely staring at each other inches apart as if nobody else existed, just
this little fuck doll and me eye to eye loving the moment.  “Please Sir,
can I drink your cum?” she asks meekly.  Well, who on earth would need to
be asked twice?  I settle back on the bed propped up by a pillow, as she
sinks down between my knees and begins the gentlest, most luxurious and wet
sloppy blowjob I think I’ve ever experienced.  I can’t believe my luck as
this pretty angel massages my balls and licks all over my shaft, lingering with
her tongue rimming my glands before drawing me deep into her mouth with the
softness of a pillow.  The warmth, tenderness and overwhelming softness of
the way she squeezes my cock eventually bring me to a protracted and thoroughly
indulgent climax before she proceeds to take both Richard and Greg’s rigid
tools, alternating between them taking turns fucking her face as she continues
to wank them both off with her hands.

Once we’re all finished, the rough personas instantly
disappear and Anna stops being submissive and becomes a charming host, cuddling
with Greg as we chat and laugh about our adventure together.  She has
enjoyed her birthday treat just as much as we all have.  Personally, I’ve
crossed a few boundaries that I didn’t expect to come so naturally and Greg
looks very pleased.

Time now for a cup of tea and a chat about what we might get
up to next time we all meet up…