by Ivanna Roze
“Ow- what the hell?” He turns around. As soon as he sees me standing there with my arms crossed, a darkness comes over his face. He stomps up to me and grabs me, holding my arms hard.
“You're hurting me!” I cry, squirming and trying to get away. He doesn't let go, though. Instead, he pulls me over to what he was working on, my bike... with an addition.
“I made plans for us today, and you're not getting out of them. You've been an absolute bitch and I am sick of it. I know you're busy, I know you work hard, but I support you. I am kind to you, and I gave you a roof over your head. This is my house, and I expect respect from those who live in it.” He turns me around so I'm looking into his eyes again. “So, you're either going to take your punishment and fucking love it, or you're going to get out.”
He lets go of me, crossing his arms and watching me as I try to process what just happened. He's never yelled at me like that before, not even once since we met. It's terrifying seeing him so mad.
And I know he's right. Tears well up in my eyes and I step towards him. Thankfully, he opens his arms and accepts me as I press my head against his chest, soothing my hair down. He doesn't tell me it's okay, though, and I know I'm not off the hook.
I pull back. “What's the punishment?” I ask, sniffling and wiping away my tears. I'll do what he wants me to, because I love him. I look back to the bike, with a smaller dildo sticking up closer to the back of the seat. I can guess part of what he expects me to do. “I'm not sure...”
“You'll be fine. It's small. Take off your panties, change into the clothes I have on that table, and come upstairs with me.”
I take look at the clothes. Behind me, Max picks up the bike and carries it upstairs and out the back door. I take a deep breath before undressing, my nude body visible to anyone who peeks through the small windows on the basement windows. I pick up the red top he wants me to wear.
It's the sluttiest thing I have ever seen. Picking up the skirt, I realize that, no, THAT is the sluttiest thing I've ever seen. The top is just a tube, too small over my chest. My large breasts are squished up, giving me a lot of cleavage. The skirt is too short so that my ass cheeks partially hang out of the bottom and I know my cunt will be visible if I bend over.
I walk up the stairs, the cold air of the basement rushing over my pussy. It feels good, but this outfit is not something I would normally wear... ever. Max is waiting for me just outside the back door.
“Get on the bike,” he commands. Am I just going to ride around the backyard? He holds the bike steady as I place one foot on a pedal, swing my other leg over, then stand on both pedals. Slowly, I lower myself.
The smaller dildo is already lubed. I sit down on it slowly, wincing as I try to get used to the feeling. It's strange, but it's not too bad.
Max lets go of the bike as soon as I have it under control, then pulls out his own. “Let's go for a ride down the street.”
I balk at him. “Are you crazy? I'm not doing that!”
Now on his bike, he looks at me impatiently. “Then go pack your bags.”
My bottom lip quivers. I turn my head away fast, then ride the bike to the front yard. Max stays close behind me. I know he's trying to taunt me into giving him what he wants, and it worked. I push down with my right foot and start pedaling the bike. As the dildo works its way in and out of my pussy, it makes squishing sounds with each penetration.
The dildo in my ass suddenly starts vibrating. “What the-” I stop the bike, adjusting my shirt. The vibrating stops.
“The vibration is controlled by your pedaling. Now get moving, slut.”
The contraption pushes the fake dick far into my quim, until it brushes against my cervix. That first time it touches my cervix is when I can't help but moan. I stop pedaling for a second, both out of shame and because it's just too much at once. The feeling in my ass is, surprisingly, starting to feel really good.
There's no going back now. My tits bounce wildly with each bump in the road, and I know my ass and cunt are visible to everyone. We pass my neighbor and he waves, then his face turns red as he sees what's happening.
Max has a hard on, but he's still mad. Knowing that I'm turning him on is bringing back that lust I felt the first time we used the dildo bike, though. I find myself imagining being watched by those people at the park as I'm fucked silly, and let out a small moan.
The vibration in my ass becomes stronger as I go faster, and the dick fucking my pussy is hitting all the right spots. The vibrating dildo is making the whole seat vibrate, too. The head of the seat is pressed right up against my clit, and each time I complete a circle with the pedals, my pussy naturally grinds against it. That's exactly where the vibration is most intense. I moan louder now. I fuck myself with that dildo as fast as my legs will allow, enjoying the feeling of it filling my pussy completely.
We pass another man, who gives Max a thumbs up. Up ahead, though, is a huge group of men. I look back at Max. “Are we really going to ride by them?”
“Yes.”
I gulp down my fear and keep fucking myself with that dildo under my seat, the buzzing toy in my ass making the fucking feel that much better.
The men up ahead are scary, biker guys who are huge. The closer we get to them, the slower Max moves. “Stop, slut.”
I do. We're only a few feet away from the men. Max hops off his bike and tells me to follow him. The dildo slides out of my cunt, the vibrator out of my ass. I moan loud, then blush with embarrassment. I pull up my top again, and try to pull down my shirt as I follow Max.
He comes up to the men, who make a circle around us. Then he turns to me and pulls down my top.
“What are you doing?” I scream, pulling away from him. My tits bounce in full view of everyone. He has a hungry look in his eyes, wild and powerful. One of the other men grabs my arm, pulling it behind my back and holding me tight.
“Thank you,” Max says to him, nodding. His hand reaches up and caresses my cheek, before pulling back and slapping it. I gasp at the pain, writhing against my captor. Max pulls down my top again, letting my breasts bounce free in front of these scary man. “You're going to let me fuck you in front of these men. That's final.”
I whimper. “Please don't do this, this is going too far!” I try to pull my arm away from the man, but it only hurts me. One of the other men has his cock pulled out and is tugging on it slowly.
Max's hands grab my tits, kneading them and shaking them, putting on a show for my audience. I shut my eyes as tears stream down my face. My leg shoots out, nearly kicking Max in the dick, but he moves away and slaps my tit.
“You need to learn your place.” He looks at the huge man that's holding me. “Bring her to the middle.”
Pushing me to the center of the circle again, I'm slowly spun so all the men and see my breasts. They're now red and throbbing from being handled so roughly. Max pulls up my skirt, showing off my pussy.
“She's shaved. Does anyone want to have a taste?”
One of the men, shorter and fatter than the rest, steps forward. He falls to his knees, his balding head dipping between my legs. His mouth presses against my pussy lips as he breathes in my scent. With his tongue darting in and out of my slit, he licks my stiff nub. I can't help but moan.
Max squeezes my breasts more. I stop trying to get away and just let it happen.
“Put her back on the bike and let her ride around us naked,” one of the men suggests. Max nods to the man holding me, who then pulls me back to the bike and forces me onto the seat. The anal dildo is pushed harshly up my ass.
“Fuck!” I cry, gritting my teeth against the pain.
“Pedal,” my captor replies. He shows me no mercy. As soon as he lets go, I start to pedal. The dildo in the seat starts fucking me as my tits flap around, free from any constraints. I hear a few whoops while the men watch me degrade myself for them.
The vibrating bike seat is now soaked with my juices. I'm so turned on by this, even though it hurts. I know I deserve this humiliati
on for being such a bitch. I straighten my back, sitting up tall so the men can see my breasts more easily. My nipples are rock hard.
A few other men have their cocks out now while they watch me get fucked anally and vaginally by my bike. I shudder and cum, squirting for the first time in my life. My sweet cum streams down the bike seat and onto the ground as I fuck myself harder, going around the circle of men while they watch.
Max steps in front of the bike to stop me, letting me catch my breath before pulling me off the seat. The dildos both make a gross sound as they exit me. He throws me to the ground, hurting my elbow and side.
I wince and look up. The men are closing in on me now, Max pulling down his pants. “Flip over and show me your ass, cumslut.”
Moving to my hands and knees, I present my ass to Max like a bitch in heat. I feel slutty, disgusting, and oh so horny as he spreads my ass cheeks and spits on my asshole. He rubs his fingers against my small pucker, working one in to make sure I'm lubed.
He presses his cock into my ass, pushing hard against me. I groan and try to relax my sphincter, letting my boyfriend stick his manhood deep into my ass while a dozen strange men watch and jerk off around me.
With Max's cock now fully in me, he pulls out almost all the way. He's much larger than the vibrator built into the bike. He's stretching my asshole so far that it hurts. I can feel tears sting at my eyes again as I arch my back to push my ass higher.
After a few thrusts I start to get used to the feeling of being anally penetrated. The other men move in closer, so that now I can hear them beating their meat around me. The sounds are lewd and gross, but I can't help but look up and watch them. One groans, cumming early. His white streaks of cum hit me in the face and hair, one drop landing right on my lips. I lick it up as he backs away, giving the other men more room to move in even closer to me.
One of the men moves in front of me and presents his big dick to me. I open my mouth, panting and salivating with my tongue hanging out, waiting for his cock to be placed in my mouth. The strange man slams his prick down my throat, hitting the back of it and making me gag. He pulls away, lets me catch my breath, then does it again. He holds my head in place this time, forcing me to gag and try to pull away from him. He laughs cruelly.
He fucks my throat rough until he cums down it, forcing me to swallow every drop of his sperm. As he moves away, he's quickly replaced by another man.
Max keeps fucking my ass, harder and faster while slapping my ass cheeks. Sometimes he pulls them apart, leaving me wide open for him. Another man on my side cums on me, his ejaculate landing on my face again.
Max pulls out and suddenly slams his prick into my cunt. I gargle and moan against a man's cock, my fingers digging into the dirt and my toes curling. My knees are starting to hurt from being on the ground, but I don't care. Max's big dick feels so good inside my cunt. I'm a dirty slut. I'm a cumslut.
I moan and start to scream as my pussy spasms, my orgasm rolling over me. The man in my mouth grunts and cums down my throat before letting my face and chest hit the ground. Another man cums in my hair, then another. Each man around me cums on me, forcing me to bathe in their manly juices.
Then Max's cock twitches, and I know he's about to blow too. I bury my face into the grass and start to scream, a second orgasm tearing through my body as my boyfriend cums deep in me. He pulls out, and his huge load of cum starts streaming out of my cunt.
The men let me lay there with my chest and face on the ground and my ass high in the air, cum spilling to the ground, until I recover from my orgasm. Then Max pulls me up roughly, kissing me hard and grabbing my ass.
He pulls me away and looks me in the eyes. He's in charge, and we both know it. “If you ever speak to me with disrespect again, you will go through this humiliation, but worse. Do you understand?”
I nod, suddenly feeling ashamed of my nudity. The men all watch me as I am scolded in the nude. Max looks to them, holding out his hand and taking my clothes from one of them. He hands them to me, and lets me put them on before waving them away.
“Thanks, guys. I'll give you a call if she needs to be taught another lesson.”
They grunt, then hop onto their motorcycles. Max's arm wraps around my shoulders as we watch them ride away, another gob of cum sliding down my thigh.
My New Toy 3
Sexy Toy Erotica
Dalia Daudelin
Well, after Max put me in my place and used me like a whore, things got better again. Funny thing is, I never even felt angry with him. I was punished for treating my man poorly, and now I know to show him respect.
I can tell Max is planning something, though. Something strange, no doubt. He's been on the phone, whispering quietly about this coming weekend. I swear I could hear him say something about a bike in his whispers, but I can't be sure.
He's on the phone again while I'm cooking lunch. It's summer vacation for me, and believe me I need a few months away from school. I've dropped my hours at work to only 20 a week, so I can spend more time with Max. He makes more than enough to take care of me, but I know if I quit I'll get bored.
I pause as I stir my soup and look out the window. It's bright and sunny outside, with a few kids running down the street and walking a dog. I turn off the heat to the stove and head to the front door to pick up the mail that arrived a few minutes earlier. Just bills. I'll deal with them later.
I toss them onto the island before heading to Max's office, hoping to overhear what he's planning before I let him know lunch is ready. He's already off the phone though. He looks up as I step into the room, smiling as he checks me out. I'm in the new dress he bought me, a bright yellow sundress. I have no shoes on, but my toenails are painted orange. I look like ripe citrus.
He breathes in a happy sigh. “Lunch ready? It smells great.”
“Yep, it is!” He follows me to the kitchen, where we both grab a bowl of soup. It's a recipe from my grandmother, who probably got it from her grandmother. Before he sits down, Max grabs the mail and brings it over to us.
“There's a letter here for you,” he says as he hands it to me. I don't notice the smile he's trying to hide from me.
I slide a nail under the letter's flap and pull out the piece of paper. I never get mail. Unfolding the letter, I see that it is an invitation, designed no doubt by a secretary that loves clip art. On each of the corners is a drawing of a person riding a bike.
“It's a bike riding party. Oh, and it looks like your gated community is requiring us to go,” I say. I look up at Max, confused. “Is that even legal?”
He shrugs. “I probably agreed to it when I moved in. Anyway, I was already asked to come on the phone, and I said yes. Our bikes are in the back of the truck.”
“Oh... well, okay.” I assume he means our normal bikes, not the bike he's used to put me back into my place as his girlfriend and fucktoy. “When do we have to leave?”
“Right after lunch, probably.”
We both finish our lunches and pile into his truck. As we drive over a few potholes up to the party, I realize my clit is twitching and sensitive. We haven't had sex yet today. Riding that bike, with the seat pressed up against my crotch, is going to get really fun really fast.
The large country club where the party is being held has always been intimidating. I've been invited by a few neighbors to join them every weekend since I moved in with Max, but we just haven't gone. As we pull up to the huge building, I marvel at how many expensive cars are parked in front. It looks like the whole neighborhood is here!
“You go ahead inside, I'll meet you in,” Max says. “I'm going to get the bikes out.”
“Okay,” I say, brushing my hair behind my shoulder and stepping out of his truck. In my new sandals I can feel how soft the green grass is below me as I pass over it to the front door of the building.
It's a colonial style mansion that used to belong to one family whose last daughter willed it to the whole community when she passed. The front is a long yard that leads to the
private bike path behind the house. Max told me the path goes through a forest and past a beautiful lake before it turns and heads back to the country club.
One of the doors has a plaque marked “Ladies” and the other, “Gentlemen”. I scoff at the sexism, but walk through the “Ladies” door anyway. Past it is a dimly lit hallway lined with photos of women with politicians. One of the photos is my neighbor, Carly Ann, shaking hands with George Bush.
Rolling my eyes, I continue my walk down the hall and past another door. Through it I find a couple dozen other women, sitting and chatting happily. I have always been a bit shy, so this situation left me embarrassed and confused.
I find a seat in the corner, far enough away from everyone else that I can just play with my phone without being considered overly rude. The women make no attempt to pull me into their conversations.
A few minutes later, Carly comes into the room. She's all smiles with her hair done impeccably as always. Her khaki pants and pink shirt make her look very prep, though she didn't seem to be wearing a bra. Her nipples were poking through her shirt, proudly. Watching them while she walks to the front of the room, her breasts jiggling, I find myself both turned on and annoyed that I'm turned on.
“Welcome, ladies! This is our annual bike race, but don't worry! It's completely laid back. If this is your first year, rest assured that we will all be winners in the end.” A few of the women giggle. “The winner wins ten thousand dollars, but all participants will go home with a special price. Isn't that nice?”
There was a round of applause, golf claps really. I am suspicious of how some of the women are acting, but ten thousand dollars would go towards a new kitchen.
“If I could have you all pass around these forms, we'll just sign them and get to the race! These forms are simply stating that you promise, under penalty of a fine, to take part in this race and to not hold us accountable for anything that should happen. There's also a confidentiality form.”
