The Naughty Collection

by Ruby City Books

  Then, once the two of them were naked, and I'd adequately compared their sexy nudity, the length of their wangs (Harry had more girth, Mark just a fraction of an inch or so more in distance,) I allowed them to undress me as well. They slid me out of my clothes, their hands sweeping over my anatomy as they did so, clutching my breasts, squeezing my ass, my blouse, my skirt, my bra, my panties, all falling to the floor of the elevator, and my high heels the only things I kept on, adding to the eroticism of the situation even further.

  We reconvened in our sexy little circle, continuing to kiss for some time, making out passionately, until I realized that, as shockingly as ever, the two men were as enamored with one another as they were with me. I slipped discreetly out of the way so that they could kiss without obstruction, bodies pressed together, dicks crossed and grinding against one another's stomachs as they pulled tightly, tightly, tightly together....

  As the two of them kissed, I proceeded to stoop between them onto my knees, seizing a hold of each man's penis in my fingers, and working them up vigorously. I slipped my lips around each man, and I began to suck, a double headed blowjob, slurping from cock to cock and back again as they continued to ravish one another up above, their shafts beginning to drip with my saliva as I struggled not to overwhelm myself, but at last I had to pull away, taking a breather.

  It seemed as though the two men needed just such a break themselves, then, popping their mouths part in desperation, peering furiously into one another's eyes- but apparently, something far dirtier than a breather was presently flitting through their minds in that moment...

  I watched, confused for a minute, as Harry reached down into the pocket of his shed dress pants, fishing for something- a condom, I suddenly realized, and I found myself leaning in, awash with anticipation. This was going to be one hell of a show, nothing I might ever have imagined being a reality.

  Harry bent Mark over at the waist, lowering him to his hands and knees, then he hoisted his leg around his left side, his cock slapping against Mark's spine as it slowly bounced to a halt. Harry unrolled the condom along the long, veiny course of his shaft, then slowly brought his pelvis back.

  Mark cringed, and then moaned with pleasure as my boss swept his immensity inside him, plugging up that tight ass of his with every splendid inch of his hard cock. Onward, onward, onward, onward he plunged, until at last he touched down inside him, and mark and I both let out a tremendous sigh of relief.

  Maybe it was a very, very good thing that the power was out, so that the security camera wasn't able to witness all that was unfolding so unexpectedly during the elevator's shutdown...

  I reached desperately between my legs, and began to rub my pussy with a fury that was almost violent, masturbating myself to the splendid sight as my dom proceeded to fuck my sub up his tight butthole, heaving his entire weight into Mark as he pounded that ass with a tremendous enthusiasm, pushing, hurling, thumping, fucking, Mark roaring wildly all the while, a smile spread wide across his lips, and the sweat continuing to roll in torrents along his skin.

  “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” And, WHAM!

  Harry heaved his way up inside him one final time, and held himself there, his entire weight pressed up against the lucky bastard, his arm around him as he braced himself, and the two of them shivering, until prostate orgasm struck Mark, and he proceeded to ejaculate across the metal floor of the elevator- TAP, TAP, TAP, TAP...

  Lord, God almighty, what a sight... And they hadn't even gotten around to me yet...

  Of course, though, we had plenty of time to kill, and given the almost absurd eroticism of the situation, I felt confident in my ability to get the two men hard in short enough order after they'd just finished draining their loads.

  Harry pulled out of Mark, and Mark pulled out of the condom, and all three of us wrapped once more into a sticky, sweaty heap, a tangle of limbs kissing, licking, slurping, the horniness level of the room once again coming to ahead, and the subject of the lovemaking entirely me this time, as they squeezed my tits, and rubbed my pussy, and slid their hands all over every splendid, dripping inch of me.

  The next thing I knew, I was draped over Mark's body like a blanket, dry humping him, kissing him madly, my head light with the strangeness of this all, and him, I could tell, hard as steel once again with the prospect of being inside me as I kissed him. I could feel Harry, reaching toward the two of us, and seizing a hold of Mark's penis, bringing its tip to the opening of my pussy, and pushing him inside. I groaned, and whimpered in a manner most feminine, as I felt the immense blade of his shaft curl up into the tight nook of my cunt, slid into my deepest, wettest fathoms, and touching down at last.

  He was beneath me, as was his place, and I was dominating him, grinding, thrusting on top of him, getting him nice and settled into place inside my body...

  And then, of course, it was time for the kicker. I braced myself, ceasing my thrusting, as I felt Mr. Johnson mounting me from the top, dominating me, in turn, and pushing open my body, penetrating me from the top, and treating me, in turn, to my first ever double penetration. The sensation of the two men's cocks grinding up against one another, their shafts rubbing turned me on like hell, and when at last Harry touched down inside me, his legs wrapped around me, and the lips of my cunt stretched out to their maximum capacity, I let out a tremendous, wide-eyed gasp of pleasure.

  Lord help me, the two men began to push, to hump, to thrust, to fuck me wildly, and I realized the extent to which I'd become oh so thoroughly overloaded. And Jesus, did I love it... Mark, understandably, was limited in his movements, given the weight pressing down upon him, the pressure, yet he still managed to get in his fair share of good, hard stabs. Harry, by contrast, was the one to get in the most lethal damage, pounding me vigorously, smashing that pussy like there was no tomorrow, overwhelming both Mark and I, causing me to moan, to cry, to shout out in ecstasy, as with a last few vicious thrusts, the two of them made their last efforts at pummeling, and pushed themselves firmly into place.

  Both of them, almost at once, began to ejaculate inside me, pulse after pulse of their sperm drenching my insides in such abundance that it came dripping out of my body. I loved the feeling of them coating one another in their respective fluids, and the sensations swelled to a maximum, so that orgasm burst through my body uncontrollably, causing my spine to arch, my eyes to widen, and every tender bit of my anatomy to shake, to rattle, to become so overloaded with sensation that I couldn't fucking take it.

  And as the last few pangs of ecstasy came shivering through my anatomy, the lights suddenly flashed on in the elevator, the floor began to move, and we all went wide-eyed, laughing at our predicament, but then the three of us swiftly extricating ourselves form one another, realizing there would be consequences if we ended up caught, and scrambling to dress, clean up, and make it seem as though nothing at all had happened over the course of our imprisonment.

  When at last the elevator doors slid open once more, hours past the point at which I'd originally been expecting them to do so, the three of us walked triumphantly through them and into the hallway, heads held high, even as the crowds around us stared, gaping, at our messy, sweaty hair, and our disheveled, hastily clad articles of clothing.

  We frankly didn't give a damn what people thought about the three of us. We had had the time of our lives in that elevator, and I smiled, already making plans in my head to meet the two of them again once the work day was over- although I decided, once we were there, maybe it would be best if we took the stairs...

  The End

  My Bucket List Series – Girl On Film

  I stormed into my apartment after what must sure as hell been the longest day it had ever taken the Earth to rotate around on its axis, slamming my keys down on the counter, plopping my purse down on the couch, and scrambling to pour a considerable amount of chips into a bowl to snack on during the premiere of my debut scene. This was an occasion worth snacking for...

  The day at the office had seemed interminable, for
a number of reasons. For one thing, I sat at my desk, wanting to look up porn like every second of the day. Not any porn, mind you, but this very specific porn in question. But of course, that's just not the sort of damn thing you can do at any old time during your day, and I knew I couldn't risk being found out.

  And speaking of which, I couldn't help but wonder, what if the people at the office found out about it? I mean, it was entirely plausible wasn't it? I mean, just look at fucking Paul, for instance... I knew damn well that he was a pervert, and there was an overwhelming likelihood that he was a regular peruser of porn pages for girls such as myself. In fact, after he'd responded with a naked picture of himself to one of my ads, sporting his big fat hairy belly and his teeny little weenie, I'd been unable to face Paul directly for some time now, either busting out laughing or averting my gaze from him, somehow inwardly certain that he'd known it was me who'd run such a lascivious online personal ad. Of course, he'd given no indication that that was the case, but that didn't stop a girl from being paranoid about such things.

  Anyway, I felt so certain that someone at the office would have seen me on there, that I would get reported to HR, possibly fired, or else just be so goddamn humiliated that I could never again face the prospect of setting foot in that office.

  But, of course, if I couldn't watch porn during the work day, then I highly doubted that the rest of the office, less motivated than I was to see the video in question, might have stumbled upon their video during office hours either. So, for the time being, I tried my damnedest to convince myself, I was, in all likelihood, safe from being slut-shamed.

  By the time five o'clock rolled around I was out of that shithole of an office like a bat out of fucking hell, drumming my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel as I sat waiting for the slow crawl of vehicles through rush hour traffics, my life ticking, ticking, ticking away, my blood pressure I'm sure, skyrocketing, and my life feeling as though it was surely trickling through my fingers waiting for things to spring into life.

  But at last, much to my relief, I was at home now, and I didn't have to wait much longer for the satisfaction of my curiosity, or the excitement at my debut to be fulfilled.

  I quickly tore through the house with my bowl of chips in hand, grabbed my laptop from my desk, and bounced down onto my bed, lying with my feet kicking behind me like a fucking teenage girl talking to her boyfriend on the phone, but of course my purposes were far less innocent.

  I typed in the address to the porn website, and instantly a beautiful cascade of pop-ups came shooting across the screen; one weird tricks for men to make women squirt; one weird tricks for men to make their cocks bigger; advertisements for online sex games promoted with images of CGI aliens ramming unrealistically large penises into the humanoid bodies of monster-headed females, their enormous breasts bouncing wildly; ads for dearly beloved classic cartoon characters engaging in sexual intercourse with one another, their private parts illustrated in exquisite detail compared to their, simple, angular base models...

  The fuck is wrong with internet people?

  Anyway, once all that shit was out of the way I clicked on the link to the “Amateur” category. I scrolled down, but didn't yet find what I was looking for, until on the side of the screen the category of “Casting” caught my eye, and I clicked on that instead. This, it seemed, yielded better results.

  I stared at the screen for a long, long, long, seemingly endless minute.

  There I was, on screen, there to be viewed in front of essentially unlimited numbers of the masses. The thumbnail they'd chosen, God bless them, featured me with an erect penis in my mouth, making me feel like a real champ.

  I sighed, clicked on the link, and waited impatiently for it to load, taking a handful of chips, and nibbling on them nervously.

  I began to seriously question whether I'd made a remotely good decision in going through with this... Or, well, maybe that isn't quite accurate. I'd been questioning the decision from the get-go, honestly. It had taken several days after I'd sent an e-mail to the organization responsible for the filming to get back to me, and the entire time I'd harbored a secret knot in my chest, anxiously anticipating the response, positive or negative. If they said no, I supposed I could always just film my own fucking scene and submit it into the homemade category, just to give myself that pleasant little rush of committing such a taboo act. But if they said yes, I felt as though I was locking myself into doing it, which of course wasn't true, but I knew once the appointment was set up I'd be too much of a chickenshit to back out.

  Well, apparently they'd liked the shots of myself I'd sent them in just my underwear, as well a couple of nudes with my hands and arms over my naughty bits, so they scheduled an appointment with me for a week after that, and the entire time I'd waited nervously, unable to focus on anything, taking a short break from the rest of my Fuck-It List while I worked up my sexual reserves, in order to make my scene as absolutely lascivious as humanly possible.

  On the morning of filming, I called in sick to work, and had to absolutely fucking force myself out the door, scared shitless, and driving as slow as possible to get to the studio, told as I was to get there an hour early before shooting, but personally preferring to take my sweet old time in arriving.

  However, once the camera was on me I'd instantly warmed up to the idea, my fear turning into defiance, needing suddenly more than anything to prove to myself that I could do this, that I would do this, and like a fucking boss no less. I'd seen enough of these shitty videos to know exactly how they went down; the faceless interviewer would ask the girl on camera a myriad of questions, knowing that she was so fucking ditzy that she would almost certainly trip over her answers to every fucking one of them. Welllll, not this chick. I would fuck like a champ once the scene began, but I was not about to make a fucking chump out of myself for the entire world to see.

  And there I was.

  The video had finished buffering, and I witnessed myself onscreen, looking into the camera with fawn eyes, deceptively innocent for what was about to go down. I was wearing a white blouse with stripes on it, revealing what I considered to be a sexy amount of midriff, with black shorts that fell about halfway down along my thighs. I was sitting on the bed in a room lit sort of dimly to give off an appropriate mood, my legs splayed casually beneath my body, leaning back on my arm in such a way that made me look weirdly double jointed.

  I looked fucking cute as hell.

  Of course, it was a bit trippy seeing what I'd experienced in first person now displayed onscreen from a third person perspective, and in the moment of stillness before the action started I began to critique my experience in a myriad of ways, suddenly perceiving just about every last fucking flaw I could find, and I'm certain making up several flaws that weren't actually there, but that I intuited regardless of whether or not they actually existed.

  Mercifully, the cameraman spoke, interrupting my thoughts. Mark was the cameraman's name. Even though he was never fully shown on camera, he was mighty damn fine, which was a good thing. Some of these types of scenes I'd watched in preparation had featured chubby, unattractive fuckers behind the camera, sticking their nasty dicks in young pretty girls, promising them a chance at success as long as they screwed their gross bodies. Mark had black hair, an attractive, muscular body, and was the type of guy I would have fucked anyway, regardless of whether or not I was shooting a porno at the time I was doing it.

  “Hello,” I heard his omniscient voice say off-camera.

  “Hi,” I responded, smiling shyly, already fucking up my attempt at staving off apparent ditziness.

  “Do you think you could introduce yourself to the viewers?”

  I did, stating my name, but I'm not going to tell you what it was, because it's been seven fucking installments of this series now and you haven't asked me once, so it's too late now, mothafuckas.

  “Okay, nice to meet you, I'm glad you could be here.”

  “I'm glad to be here,” I said, too chipperly. Fuck
me, I was bombing this whole keep-my-composure shit like a fucking bombardier.

  “So, uh, how old are you?”

  “I'm twenty-four,” I said, nodding, closing my eyes while I said it. This was also something that every girl in every video like this that I'd watched had done, as though confirming a question the cameraman already knew. I guess I just followed along automatically.

  “Twenty-four, okay, perfect. So are you nervous at all?” Everything he said was kind of spoken flat, like he'd asked these questions so many times by now and fucked so many gorgeous women that he'd gotten tired of it, and by now he was just going through the motions. That made sense, but still, what a sad way to live when you couldn't even enjoy the prospect of getting pussy anymore...

  “Ummm... No, I'm not nervous,” I said, shaking my head nervously.

  “And this is the first time you've ever done a scene like this, correct?”

  “Yes, that's correct,” I nodded.

  “Never done, like, any modeling for any friends or anything?”

  “Nope,” shake head.

  “Any videos with your boyfriend or anything like that?”

  “Nope, nothing like that.”

  “Okay, okay... So what's your reason for doing this? What are your goals? Looking to make money, orrrrr, hoping to become a star?”

  And here's where I took the reins. I knew he wanted some pussy ass story like, yeah I wanted money for shoes, or yeah, I got into some trouble and I need the cash, or yeah, I got tired of bumming money off of my parents and I thought I'd just do this for a quick buck. This was the point, I recalled, where my swag kicked in, and I recalled just what distinguished me from all the other bitches who did this shit, if you'll excuse my harsh language amidst my normally so dainty choice of vocabulary.