We bought several dollars' worth of tokens and separately set out among the catacomb of video booths. There were indeed cruisers roaming about, and most of the viewing stalls sported glory holes—openings about the size of a large coffee can in the walls between the booths for anonymous oral trysts. After declining a few propositions, I was left alone and began to enjoy a particularly hot video. I lowered my jeans to stroke my stiff erection.
Through the hole I noticed someone enter the booth next to mine. From the slacks and shoes revealed through the hole, I knew it was Carl. Glad that I wouldn't be bothered or interrupted again, I continued to jack myself off. After a while I became curious and leaned down to peer through the hole. Although I couldn't see his upper body, Carl had also lowered his pants and was pumping his big, hard dick. I was amused at the thought of both of us whacking off surreptitiously right next door to each other. Then suddenly Carl got up and struck his turgid shaft through the hole.
I was startled and thought at first that he had recognized me and was just teasing me. After several seconds I heard him say, “Suck it.”
I figured, What the hell, and began to stroke his hefty organ. When I licked his swollen glans, I felt him jump and heard him moan. I licked every inch of his hot, velvety shaft and lapped at his heavy, come-filled balls. I then lifted his massive slab and ran my tongue along the vein on the underside. I positioned his throbbing boner against my pouting lips, kissing his soft cock-head. I parted my lips and slowly inserted his pulsing member in my watering mouth, teasing and coaxing at it with my flickering tongue. I'm an accomplished cocksucker, and Carl groaned as I sucked his long schlong down my throat. My talents excited him, and his breathing quickened as he pressed harder against the wall. My own straining erection displayed how turned on I was getting by all this.
Several minutes into his blowjob, Carl began to hump my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, but continued sucking as he fucked my mouth with full, gut-pounding strokes. I reached up to play with his nuts and felt them tighten and swell, indicating his approaching orgasm. I decided to let him come in my mouth and soon felt him quicken his pace. I heard him gasp louder, then exclaim, “I'm gonna come!” At that I sucked harder, prompting him with my swirling tongue.
Suddenly his dick swelled and spasmed. Groaning loudly, he blew his thick wad into my eager mouth. His rigid rocket shot spurt after spurt of hot jism down my throat. So immense was Carl's load, I couldn't swallow or hold it all. Some ran out of my mouth and down my chin. I continued sucking his wonderful organ until he pulled away. I backed away from the portal and watched Carl pull up and secure his pants, then leave his booth. Being extremely aroused by what had transpired, and feeling the cream dripping down my chin, I catered to my own upright prick, bringing myself off and gushing my pearly goo into a tissue. I could hardly believe that I'd just given a blowjob to one of my closest friends. It struck me as extremely ironic that Carl could make such a big deal bitching about “those damned cruisers” when he obviously had enjoyed their favors. I'm sure he would've been completely horrified if he had realized that it was me who was sucking him off!
Back in the lobby, I ran into Carl, who said he was ready to leave. In the car we commented on the different films we had viewed. I asked Carl if his booth had a glory hole. He replied, “Yeah, and it's a good thing those damned cruisers didn't bother me!”
I just smiled knowingly as I tasted his tart come, which still coated my tongue, and agreed.—T.R., Nashville, Tennessee
Domination & Discipline
THAT'S WHAT WE MISS ABOUT SCHOOL: ALL THAT PUNISHMENT HOMEWORK
I met Nancy the first week of college. She had light red hair, small breasts and green eyes. The first time I saw her I wanted her more than anything else, but it took me four years to get into her pants. Though we were friends, Nancy never let it get further than that. We stayed “just friends,” and I had to suffer through her descriptions of one jerk boyfriend after another. She seemed to go for a certain tough-guy type that just wasn't me. By my senior year I had pretty much given up the chase. I'd even almost stopped fantasizing about fucking her. Almost.
I was an art major, and my senior project was a large metal sculpture. I hadn't mentioned it to Nancy, but she'd heard about it from a mutual friend and asked to see it. So I invited her over. I was sitting outside my front door when she arrived. I explained that to fully appreciate my sculpture, she would have to be blindfolded first. That way, I could present it with the proper amount of dramatic flair. She giggled and said, “Okay.”
I blindfolded her with a handkerchief, making sure that she could not see a thing. As I led her into my apartment, she said, “It's a good thing I trust you.”
I responded by asking, “Are you sure you can?”
She seemed just a little nervous by my answer and said, “I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't.”
We stopped in the middle of the living room and I kissed her. She was definitely surprised, but not displeased. I kissed her again, for a little longer this time. When she opened her mouth, I sank my tongue into it, and our tongues finally stopped talking and met properly.
When we came up for air, she asked, “Why did you kiss me?”
“I should've done it four years ago,” I said. She said she wanted to take the blindfold off, but I told her to wait, and led her to my bedroom, then to my bed, and lay beside her.
After several minutes of passionate necking, I realized that she was no longer asking me if she could take her blindfold off, but instead she seemed very turned on by it. I took both her wrists in one hand and held her arms over her head. She gasped with excitement. With my free hand I shook a pillow free of its case. I straddled her breasts and used the pillowcase to tie her wrists to the bed frame. She was shaking as I unbuttoned her blouse, but she never asked me to stop. When I ran my hands over her breasts, she arched her back so I could unhook her bra.
I unzipped her jeans and started to pull them down over her soaking-wet panties. She tried kicking her legs to help me, but that only made it more difficult. I stood up, grabbed each pant leg at the bottom and pulled them off. She was sweating and almost naked—her panties dark where her wetness had stained them. The stained glass window I'd installed in my bedroom let in red streams of light that fell on her nearly nude body, giving her a magical glow.
I knelt over the bed, with my mouth pressed against her panties, and blew warm air onto her cunt lips. She moaned and said, “Fuck me.” I laughed and pulled off her panties. I ate her pussy like a starving man, occasionally tickling her clit with my tongue.
A few minutes later she pleaded, “Please, fuck me now. I want to feel your dick inside me.”
“You've made me wait for four years,” I said with a nasty chuckle. “Four years of frustration. Well, what goes around comes around.”
With that, I left the room and got myself a beer.
When I came back a few minutes later, Nancy was writhing on the bed, trying to loosen the tight knot around her wrists.
“Are you ready to be fucked now?” I asked.
“I told you before, I'm dying to fuck you,” Nancy said. Her voice sounded angry, but there was no mistaking the excitement in her hard-tipped nipples, or in the way the juice was dripping from her tight little cunt. I realized in that instant that my approach to Nancy had been wrong all along. I was always a nice guy, sensitive to her needs and unwilling to do anything she might not like. But here I had her tied to my bed, blindfolded, and all she could think about was my cock.
“Beg me,” I said.
“Please give it to me,” Nancy said breathlessly.
“It doesn't sound to me like you really want my dick. I'm going to get another beer.”
“No, wait!” Nancy cried. “I want to taste your cock. I want to bathe it with my tongue. I want you to fuck my mouth and let me swallow your come.”
“That's more like it,” I said. It was time to let Nancy know what she'd been missing all these years. I pulled down my pants and straddled her chest.
Then I positioned my dick at her mouth and rubbed the head against her lips. She opened them wide for me, and I pushed in my cock and fucked her mouth vigorously.
“Suck it!” I said. She feasted on my organ, her tongue moving all over my shaft like a paintbrush. I was so worked up that I came in less than a minute, filling her mouth with the thickest, most enormous load of spunk I'd ever shot.
“Swallow it,” I ordered. “Every drop.”
Nancy did as she was told, gulping my sperm until my cock was dry as a bone and totally soft.
“Ready to get fucked?” I asked.
“I want it so bad!” Nancy sighed. “I want your hard cock between my legs. I want you to make me come with your long prick.”
“Beg for it,” I ordered.
“Please fuck me! Please!” Nancy chimed. She lifted her legs and bent her knees, offering up her steaming cunt. I was almost ready to give her what she wanted—but first I got my camera and took a few pictures of Nancy. I instructed her to keep her legs up high so I could get good pictures of her juice-dripping cunt lips.
After I'd shot an entire roll of film, my cock was ready to burst. I plunged it into her soaking pussy and she wailed with delight. Nancy's fist-tight hole milked my cock like no other pussy ever had. I pounded one last time deep into her and we both came.
I untied her and took off her blindfold, then lay beside her and stroked her sweat-soaked breasts. “Was there really film in that camera?” she asked, somewhat anxiously. When I answered that indeed there was, she asked if she could see the pictures when they were developed.
“We have three years of sex to catch up on,” I explained. “You've made me wait all these years, and now we have to make up for lost time. When I think you deserve it, I'll show you those pictures.”
The next day I took the film to be developed at one of those one-hour labs. While the film was being processed, I went to Nancy's apartment and tied her up again, giving her another great fuck—this time up the ass. As soon I blasted her rear full of come, I headed off to the lab—leaving her tied, facedown, to her bed—and picked up the film.
I've since showed her the pictures, and they got her so horny she is now more willing than ever to do exactly what I want. All I can say is that it was worth the wait.—Name and address withheld
JUST TAKE IT—TAKE ANOTHER LITTLE PIECE OF MY GIRLFRIEND, STRANGER
Last night my beautiful sex-slave Ellie showed how devoted she was by fucking a dozen or so total strangers for me. Ellie is twenty-five years old and has been my totally subservient slave for four years now. She is five feet tall, has long, dark hair and a well-proportioned, athletic body. She is completely trained to please me sexually. She always wears a jeweled dog collar around her neck, and keeps leather restraints handy, putting them on her wrists and ankles anytime I command her to do so.
I began last night by taking Ellie to the sleaziest adult motel I could find. It can be rented by the half hour, but I paid for the whole night: thirty dollars. In the room, I ordered her to strip and put on her restraints. Then I cuffed her spread-eagle to the bed and switched on the closed-circuit TV to the channel that played continuous X-rated movies. I opened the curtains so any passersby could see her naked, helpless body. Then I left the room, telling her that I was going to find some men to fuck her. “Thank you,” she lovingly responded.
I went to a poolroom I had scouted earlier to pick up some guys for Ellie. I hung out for a while and soon struck up a conversation with Rory, a crude-talking biker. I told him I knew where there was some action, and that if they brought the liquor, he and his friends could have all the free pussy they wanted. Rory and his buddies—Bob, Drew and Scott—were definitely interested. I followed them to the liquor store, and they followed me to the motel.
When we arrived at the room, Ellie's eyes grew wide with lust at the sight of these four rough-looking characters. Upon seeing her tied up on the bed, her pussy already gaping and wet, the guys whooped with delight.
They were on her in no time. Rory didn't bother to completely undress. He just dropped his pants and shoved his cock into her mouth. Ellie sucked greedily. Drew at least removed his shoes and pants before he dove tongue-first into her spread-open snatch. Scott, Bob and I settled back to enjoy the booze and the show.
Rory came quickly in Ellie's mouth. As he observed her swallowing down his spunk, he pulled up his zipper and announced, “This chick is a good little cocksucker.”
Drew asked me to untie her legs to make it easier to fuck her. I obliged, and he roughly pushed her legs back over her head and plunged his hard dick into her pussy. He was slightly overweight, and his ass shook violently as he banged her box without mercy. After about five minutes he groaned, “Oh shit!” as he tensed up and came. He abruptly dismounted, leaving his semen spilling out of Ellie's wide-open twat. His buddies handed him a drink and slapped him on the back.
Scott was a tall, slender black man with a thin beard. “I need to fuck some ass,” he said. Contending with my own erection, which by now was as hard as a steel-plated tank, I undid Ellie's wrists so she could get up on her hands and knees. Then I attached a leash to her dog collar.
“Tell these guys why you're here,” I said to her, giving her rump a stinging slap.
“I'm a slut,” she responded. “I want to suck and fuck as much cock as I can get. If I don't please you, I want to be punished.” I handed Scott the leash and said, “She's all yours.”
Scott said, “All right! That's some wild bitch you've got there,” and removed his clothes. “I'm going to fuck your tight asshole,” he said to Ellie. “I don't want my long, black dick to hurt, bitch, so you'd better lubricate it with your tongue first.” He grabbed a handful of Ellie's long hair and pulled her forcefully to his crotch. She slathered all over his limb, getting it shiny and slick with her saliva. Scott was really built. It looked like Ellie was sucking off a stretch limo.
Scott turned her around and pulled her ass to him. Without having to be told, Ellie grabbed her ass-cheeks and spread them apart, revealing a puckered pink hole. Scott placed the head of his prick, dripping with Ellie's saliva, at the entrance to her hole.
With brute force he thrust several inches of his giant cock deep in her butt. Ellie let out a shrill cry of pain. One of my rules is that she is not allowed to express any discomfort during sex. As Scott reamed her ass, she said, “I'm sorry for crying out. Your dick feels so good in me. Please punish me for that. I'm such a stupid little cunt.”
“Damn right you are,” Scott responded. He was my kind of guy. “The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is how much you like riding this big black pole.” To make his point, he pinched both nipples of her dangling breasts as hard as he could. Ellie winced a bit, but did not make another outburst.
“Oh!” she bleated passionately. “Yes, yes yes! I love getting it up the ass. Come in me, come in my ass right now.”
Scott was only too willing to comply. He deposited a load into her chute. Ellie flexed her ass muscles until his cock had been milked dry and slipped out of the tight passage.
As she was catching her breath, we noticed that several men had gathered at the window to watch. I told Ellie to invite them in. She got off the bed, walked to the door and opened it wide. “Hi, guys!” she said enthusiastically. “Would you like to do me too?” Suddenly the room was crowded with men intent on getting the fuck of their lives.
The door remained open for the rest of the night as a steady stream of both men and women used Ellie's body in any way they desired. Most of my time was spent acting like a traffic cop, directing people in and out of her available holes. At one point I announced that what Ellie really loved best was to be fucked in the mouth. This got everyone—even some of the guys who already had come two and three times—hard again. A line of stiff dicks formed beside the bed as one guy after another fucked her face. She took load after load all night long, even enthusiastically eating several hot pussies to the cheers of all in attendance. By the end of the nig
ht, Ellie's hair was slicked back and caked with sperm and cunt juice. She looked beautiful!
This morning, after the last satisfied man had headed home, I told her she had been a good slave. I rewarded her by letting her fuck herself with her favorite giant, fifteen-inch dildo. Watching her masturbate got me very hard, so I asked Ellie to show me how grateful she was to me for allowing her to satisfy so many horny people. She responded by crawling over to me on her hands and knees and taking my cock in her mouth. She was exhausted and covered with dried come. Her tits, ass, mouth and pussy were red and sore from all the activity, but she still blew me like an enthusiastic little slut, drinking every drop of my load and begging for more.—N.F., Detroit, Michigan
CA-REAR OPPORTUNITY: LOTION PLUS MOTION, AND THEN A PROMOTION!
I am a thirty-four-year-old male lawyer. I have had a succession of beautiful women since I was in my teens, but Nora, my wife of three years, is the prettiest of them all.
Nora is ten years younger than I. She is small and slim, with blonde hair flowing halfway down her back. She has an incredibly cute face and a body to die for. Her ass is a perfectly carved set of soft, rounded orbs, and her tits are firm and bountiful. She was a shy saleswoman at an exclusive store where I used to shop, and it took me months to get her to go out with me. Once she did, I knew a good thing when I saw it and asked her to marry me. Because of her strict upbringing, she was a virgin when we met. I popped her cherry on our wedding night.
Our sex life, though, was strictly routine. Until we met she'd never sucked a cock, and she never really learned to like sucking mine. By the end of our first year of marriage, sex for us consisted of a couple of missionary-position fucks a week, and it was an occasion for celebration if she came from intercourse. But she never complained and, to be honest, I was too committed to my career to care about anything else but getting ahead in my job.
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