We stand up and he leads me through the dark to a separate room. We pass by the counter and I see Laura getting ravaged by Jason as she gasps and struggles to accommodate his huge cock. She is barely able to stand up as Jason enters her, over and over again, sending jolts of pleasure throughout her body. His glistening cock and balls are without a single hair on them and look like a murder weapon, made to destroy and punish.
The guy leading me stops next to the counter and grabs my handcuffs. I watch mesmerized as Jason relentlessly fucks poor Laura with his veiny monstrosity, finally pulling it out and cumming all over her belly and legs in thick white streams. Then, he lets go of her and she collapses on the counter like a ragdoll. She is insatiably happy.
The guy leads me forward and we enter a room with a single table in the middle. He pushes me face down on top of it and unzips his pants. His pulsing cock is in my hand and I can feel both its inviting softness and its deceptive rigidity. I squeeze his cock and feel it rubbing against the palm of my hand and then going away. Then, I feel it right next to my pussy to tease it mercilessly like a dog with a bone. I want the bone.
The guy puts the tip of his cock right at the mouth of my pussy and I can feel him spreading my lips. I want him inside me, it’s just that he’s too big and I can’t possibly handle him. I feel intense pain and try to pull away, but the massive table is unyielding and I can’t do anything other than try to brace myself the best I can. He knows I’m tight.
His cock inches forward, carefully squeezing itself inside my virgin pussy. I am both disgraced and honored as his fleshy rod penetrates me; the only thing I can do is moan.
I hear the guy say, “Damn, she’s so tight, I’ll need some lube.”
He pulls out and soon comes back, with the tip of his cock drenched in something cool and resembling clear glue. The tip of his cock is now completely inside my pussy and he slowly pushes in all the way. Oh. God. Yes.
The pleasure reverberates throughout my body and I am constantly moaning, but I can’t hear myself, I am only faintly aware of my reaction. Once he goes in deep, the guy slowly starts to speed up, and I can feel his balls slam into me, faster and faster. I open my eyes and see the camcorder guy zooming in on my face. I want to say something witty, but all I can do is groan and gasp for air. I am making sounds I never knew were in me. He moves around the table and keeps filming while the guy that’s fucking me speeds up and finally pulls out, spraying hot cum all over my hands, back and handcuffs. I finally breathe a big sigh of relief, but then another set of hands grabs me and flips me over on my back.
Another guy is standing over me, with large tattoos covering his shoulders and chest, and he’s taking my legs and placing them right over his shoulders. He pulls me closer to the edge of the table and puts his cock on my belly, as if he’s showing me how deep he can go. He moves back a bit and enters my pussy forcefully. Perfectly. With all his masculinity.
I yell out surprised but quickly adjust to his rhythm and move with him.
He says, “Oh baby, you’re so good” and keeps fucking me as the camcorder guy gets on his knees and records every possible angle of us fucking.
It’s been only thirty seconds, but then the guy fucking me pulls out, and with one long groan he cums on my belly. I feel his cum spilling all over the table but I don’t have any time to think of it, because now another guy is coming over with an erect cock. He dips his cock in the previous guy’s cum and pushes right into my pussy. Oh. It’s heaven.
I lift my head up but then a manly hand turns my head around and I find my mouth full of a thick, long cock as well. It pokes my cheeks and throat from the inside, relentlessly destroying any sense of dignity I had before I arrived here. He pulls my top up and grabs at my breasts and my nipples. Wow, nipples translate to more pleasure. Yum.
This strange rhythm of cocks pounding me from two sides at once is completely disorienting, and soon enough I have no idea where I am or what I’m doing. All I know is that my mouth is soon filled with a glob of cum, which I try to spit out on the table. Then my belly gets another layer of cum streaked on it as another guy approaches me and fucks me without any consideration. This barrage of cocks leaves me completely drained emotionally and mentally. But my body is on fire. Wild and hot.
Soon afterward, Laura and I are unshackled and get shown to the bathroom, where we take a long shower in silence. What just happened tested our limits, physically and mentally. We gave our control away and it turned us on. We emerge from Jason’s house clean and seemingly unblemished, but our minds and hearts were pounded into million pieces by throbbing cocks.
As we wait for the cab Jason so gentlemanly called for us, Laura finally speaks, “Look, it wasn’t so bad.”
I look at her and feel nervousness rising from the bottom of my stomach, “What do you mean? This was the most humiliating experience of my life! We got handcuffed and gangbanged like two crack whores! And… I loved it!”
She pauses and looks at me significantly, “Not crack whores, honey, more like two deluxe escort ladies.” She raises up a wad of cash and says, “We just got a lot richer by banging hot dudes!”
I stammer, “How much richer exactly?”
Laura says, “How does five grand a piece sound?”
I say, “Well, incessant shopping does cure a lot of emotional trauma,” and hug her tightly.
She hugs me back just as the yellow cab approaches from around the bend and honks at us.
“Oh, what a night!”
I could get used to this.”
Oh, my wow. It’s two am. I better get some sleep. I pat Jeremy and I kick him off the bed so I can touch myself. I need to cum tonight. I like the BDSM thing. It’s totally hot. Especially when my Ty does it!
“Fuck I love reading.”
Ty
“I am way too horny these days…”
I open my book and feel the rush of the day wash over me. I can’t help but feel the need to release my mind. My naughty book should do the trick. I sit with a hot cup of cocoa and let my imagination wash over me… I’ll see Cally tomorrow. I miss her so much. Let’s see how good this author still is. Made for Men Publishing is so good…
“… Sitting in the back seat of the car, my mind races with visions of her bent over the bench, reaching down and abandoning herself to me, although not completely. Knowing that she has never been with another man just makes me want her even more, but can’t convince myself if this is the right thing to do or not. I know what kind of a man I am. I know my expectations. I wouldn’t just take her innocence from her, I would rip it away.
I feel that yearning creeping up again. I must think about something —anything —else just until I get home. Once I am there behind the safety of locked doors, then I can unleash myself to pleasure, but not one second sooner.
“Mr. Winters?” the driver rolls down the center window separating him and myself.
“Yes, Roger. What is it?”
“Your brother is calling.” Not now, I think. I can’t deal with him right now.
“I’ll have to call him back, Roger. I have some important business that I need to attend to soon and all of my focus needs to be on that right now.”
“Understood, Sir.”
He rolls the window back up and my thoughts drift to my brother. My brother and I are the perfect sample group to test the nature versus nurture theory. We were born and raised in a normal family. Well, an average family. My brother was the first-string pitcher for the baseball team and me; I wasn’t athletically inclined exactly, so I was an artist and an anti-socialist. Just average boys, until he was sixteen and I was fifteen. Until the accident. Nothing about our lives was normal after that.
“Sir?”
“What is it now, Roger?” annoyed that he has once again interrupted my thoughts.
“Sorry, Sir, but we are here.” He pulls up in front of a sleek white building, twenty stories high.
I smile to myself realizing (not for the first time), what an excellent choice
I made in my home. I admire the precise lines meeting in the corners forming the exact degrees they are meant to form. There is a kind of beauty in the proper organization of geometrical shapes which create a straightforward and honest building. There is a sense of security in things which just make sense.
The top floor is the only floor which boasts a wraparound balcony providing an enviable 360-degree view of the city. But I don’t envy it at all because that view is all mine.
I nod to Roger as he pulls away from the curb. As I step inside the building, Larry, the doorman greets me which a large, albeit conspicuous, smile.
“Larry, don’t ever play poker. Your face gives away everything.” He blushes slightly and laughs, “Your brother called here a few times today. He sounded a bit, concerned?”
He looked to me as if to ask if that is the correct word, “Anyways, he asked me to give you a message if I saw you. And here you are!”
I peer over at the man from behind my sunglasses and his cheeks went from an innocent pink to a deep scarlet. I know that Larry has a school boy crush on me and sometimes it is just fun to mess around with him.
Larry coughs nervously and hides his mouth behind his white glove, “He just wants you to call him back.”
“That was the entire message?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir. That’s it.”
“You should be careful calling people ‘Sir,’ Larry. You never know what kind of trouble it could get you in.”
I throw him a full-on smile and watch his mouth open just the slightest bit. As I walk up to the elevator, I can hear him talking to himself in a mumbled foreign language. I wonder where he is from? Maybe one day I’ll ask. But not today. Today, I need to get to my room and lock the door behind me because there is only one thing on my mind.
Summer.
I turn the key into my apartment lock and hear the distinct click. The door opens wide and I am greeted by a slight flowery smell left behind by my cleaning lady. The white marble floors gleam and reflect the light that shoots in from the huge floor to ceiling windows in my living room. The view truly is breathtaking. I walk over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water and notice a tiny smudge on the stainless-steel handle. I’ll have to discuss this with Clarissa tomorrow. Not today.
As I pass underneath the spiraling staircase which sits in the center of the apartment, my heart begins racing. I know what is about to happen has happened hundreds of times before, perhaps even thousands, but this time just feels different.
I walk into the room and turn on the lights. Making sure the door behind me is shut and locked. I turn to face the large flatscreen TV suspended from the wall. The armchair welcomes me in as I take a seat, pulling down my jeans to my ankles. I slip one foot out and then the next. The anticipation of the act is already getting me going and I look down to see my body responding with expectation.
Sliding out of my boxer shorts, I let my penis spring loose. Perhaps today we don’t need any outside assistance. I close my eyes and picture Summer once again standing there in the coffee shop. I can feel my hand stroking up and down steadily. I let my imagination run wild with desire…
I walk up to her and I rip off her shirt, sending buttons flying across the room. People turn to stare at us as my lips kiss every inch of her from her mouth to her perfect breasts. I remove the clasp of her bra and watch as it falls to the ground. Her nipples wait in anticipation for me to taste them, so I take them into my mouth and begin sucking on them. I flick them softly with my tongue and I can see her body responding to me.
I pull down her skirt and stand back a moment to admire this beautiful specimen standing before me… wearing nothing but her lacy thong and heels. In this moment, I notice the people around me for the first time. A young blonde woman is now on her knees pleasuring her friend who has her legs spread wide on the chair. Another woman has her eyes glues to Summer as she slides her fingers in and out of herself, building up speed as she goes. The entire room smells of lust and insatiable desire.
I look back at Summer who has not moved an inch from her place.
“Get on your knees,” I tell her. She does so without saying anything. I walk up to her and unzip my pants letting my erection loose in front of her face.
“Suck it.” I command.
Without skipping a beat, her mouth surrounds me and pulls me in and out. She slides her tongue around the shaft and pushes her mouth as far as she can go.
I watch her as her head moves back and forth, back and forth. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I feel myself close to finishing. She takes her hands and wraps them around the end of me and begins forcing herself as far as she can; she gags on me. It’s all I needed to get me over the edge.
My body pulses and I watch as her breasts get covered by me. She looks up at me and smiles…
I open my eyes to a room with no Summer, just an empty chair next to me and a TV with a blank screen. Looking down at myself, I sigh. I’ve made a mess here. I take the towel lying beside me and clean up as much as I can. It’s going to be difficult to hide this from Clarissa.
The phone rings.
“Fuck,” I say to no one, “Who the hell is that?”
I race toward the phone on the kitchen counter and answer without looking at the caller ID.
“Hello?” I pant.
“It’s me.”
It’s my brother. Why in the hell did I answer the phone? Why didn’t I at least see who it was first?
“What are you doing? You sound out of breath. Is everything okay?”
“It’s fine,” I say slightly more aggressively than intended. “I’m fine. I was just working out.”
“Oh,” he laughs, “a whole-body workout or just one muscle in particular?”
“Is there something that I can help you with, Mark?”
He coughs nervously and I can hear some distant voices in the background.
“Man, we need to talk.”
“About what?”
“In person, Paul. This isn’t the kind of conversation you have on the phone.”
“Well, what is it about? I don’t have much free time with work and everything else.”
And by everything else I mean my new pursuit of happiness.
“Mark, I’ve got to go. Just let me know when you want to talk.”
“It’s her, Paul.”
My breath catches in my throat and I can feel my now steady heartbeat begin picking up speed once again. This couldn’t be what I think it is, could it?
“Her?”
“Yeah, man. She’s back.”
Without another word, I hang up the phone. I stand there for a moment not sure what to do next. I need a plan. No, I need to find out if this information is reliable. After all, when you consider the source, it could be nothing at all.
I look down and quickly realize that I have been standing here half naked the entire time. The evidence on my legs has dried up so I guess I’ll need to take a shower.
I walk over to the spiral staircase and walk up the steps with my jeans, boxers, and a fluffy new towel in hand. Throwing the clothes into the laundry hamper, I take a moment to look at myself in the bathroom mirror. For a brief moment, I can see the young boy who used to live in this body.
I turn on the shower and wait until the steam fogs up the entire mirror hiding my face from view. Letting out a breath I didn’t even know I was holding, I walk into the shower and feel the burning hot water against my skin.
My mind keeps shifting from the strawberry-blonde vision I met today… to a different woman. A woman with jet-black hair and eyes that match. A woman whose face haunts me almost every night.
I scrub away all the signs of impurity and let the water run down my back for a few minutes before I emerge from the shower. Taking the towel, I wipe a part of the mirror clean so that I can see a hazy version of my reflection. I look closer and notice the reflection of someone else standing behind me. I spin on my heels and prepare myself. Athletically inclined or not, I will not go down with
out a fight.
But no one is there. I take a deep breath to steady myself and clear my head.
I walk over to the closet to throw on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt. Finally lying down in mind, I stare out the window and see the magnificent landscape. I allow my mind to go over the day’s events. I met a gorgeous woman at a coffee shop, finished a few projects, came home and find out that she is back.
I close my eyes and picture that strawberry-blonde hair wrapped around Summer’s finger. I watch her as she unleashes it. And with that image playing like a loop in my mind, I drift off into a much-needed sleep.”
“I am way too horny these days…”
Ty
“Fuck I need to read more!”
I had given myself another day off. Cally was doing accounts and I wanted to become sexier for her so she would want me more. We would see each other later. My reading was important. This book was making me want Cally more than I already did. Probing deeper into what could be… long term. Potentially, long term. Let’s see what happens to Paul…
“I wake up and roll over on to my back. I can’t recall what I was dreaming about, but looking down at myself, I can take a pretty good guess who was in my dream.
I get up and walk over to the bathroom where my jeans lay crumpled in the laundry basket. Digging through the pockets, I find the small piece of paper with numbers scrawled across it. I go back to the bedroom to throw on some jeans and walk downstairs to the kitchen to find my phone.
I click open the screen and go to the most recent calls where I find Mark’s number. Our conversation plays over in my mind and I realize that he probably made it up… or that he saw someone who looked like her, but it wasn’t her. Either way I’m not worried about Mark or his stories.
I am, however, worried about the number I am holding in my hand. I punch the numbers into the key pad and wait for the line to start ringing.
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