‘Er, hi,’ was all I could manage to say.
‘So you like playing games, do you, Doris?’ he asked.
Marcus was a very sexy looking man. No wonder Rita worshipped him. He was tall, dark and handsome. Just like all the books said. He also had a body most men would die for. He was wearing all black and with his dark hair it was an irresistible combination.
‘Sometimes,’ I said smugly.
‘Well, maybe we should initiate you into my playroom. What do you think, Rita?’
‘I think Doris will enjoy it more than she knows, my love,’ Rita said as he came behind her, grabbing her breasts and giving them a squeeze.
Rita was looking at me as though I was the mouse who was going to be caught in the trap. The problem was I was already in the trap and was looking forward to what was to come.
When we were teenagers, many years ago, Rita and I had fooled around a little. There was nothing much in it, especially when I thought about it now. We just fondled each other and masturbated together. There was nothing I enjoyed more than an audience. I still found that a turn on. I wondered now what else we might participate in, and how Marcus would fit into this game. I sure wouldn’t mind a piece of his arse.
Marcus came closer. He had the bluest eyes, surrounded by dark lashes. When he stared into my eyes it was as though he was boring into to my soul. His face, lowered to mine. His mouth opened and his tongue dance along my lips. I nearly swooned. I opened my mouth hoping for a kiss, to feel his tongue in my mouth, but he backed away.
He brought a stool over from the corner of the room and sat on it crossing his legs. He studied me and as he did I felt as though every layer of clothing I was wearing turned invisible.
‘You know what to do, Rita. Begin!’ he commanded.
I hadn’t paid much attention to what Rita was doing and when I looked back to where she had been I saw she had a large knife in her hand. For a second I froze, terrified of what might happen, but when she came closer she whispered for me not to worry and I relaxed, determined to enjoy every aspect of this new experience.
She lifted my skirt, which had hitched itself up high on my thighs when my legs had been spread, up to my waist. My pussy throbbed as her hands ran down my hips, then stole their way along the elastic of each leg until they reached my crutch. She pulled each side down, and I felt the cold steel of the knife invade my panties. I was hoping she made sure the sharp side was facing away from me. With a quick slash, the crutch opened, exposing my hot pussy
Looking to Marcus I saw he was smiling his approval at Rita. She then ripped the buttons off my shirt causing me to gasp at the suddenness of her attack. The knife then flicked under the centre of my bra and with one movement my breasts were hanging free, my bra dangling under each armpit.
I flinched at the cold point of the knife as she gently ran it around each nipple, causing them to harden instantly. My breathing was laboured, my nostrils flaring as the heat inside me grew. Licking my dry lips I watched mesmerised as Rita’s mouth replaced the knife, her tongue running around my nipples. It was orgasmic.
I couldn’t believe how aroused I was. My pussy was gaping through the crutch of my slashed panties, my breasts heaving under her wonderful mouth. I glanced over to Marcus, saw the smile on his handsome face, and knew what I wanted next.
But that was not to be. Rita had still not finished with me. She took a small whip from the wall and gently lashed my breasts. The sensation was tickling but that soon changed to sharp stings as she flicked me harder. She made her way down to my pussy, trailing the handle down to prod at my opening.
She replaced this with her hot mouth. Her breath tantalised me as her tongue snaked out for a quick lick. Flicking my clit with her top teeth, I moaned as her fingers entered me. I was staked out for her to do what she wished and everything she was doing was exactly what I wanted. She finger-fucked me while her tongue worked hard on my throbbing clit.
I hadn’t even noticed that Marcus had risen from his seat. He pulled her off me by the hair and threw her to the ground. He picked up her discarded whip, whipping her with it mercilessly.
‘Take off your clothes at once,’ he demanded.
She quickly did as asked. Standing there nude I saw bruises and whip marks from other sessions fading on her skin. She looked exquisite. She’d always been petite but now with her mature figure she looked amazing. She was totally void of body hair. Her hairless pussy reminding me of other times.
Pulling down one of the racks, he lashed her to it, arms and legs outspread. He hoisted this up high. She must have been at least four feet from the floor.
Underneath her he positioned a contraption with a huge black dildo attached to it. He lowered her gently and when she was almost upon it he rechecked the dildo and then quickly dropped her six inches or so right onto it. She let out a gasp as it disappeared inside her. Tying the rope back onto the wall he lifted a whip which must have been at least six foot long and cracked the air with it. It sounded like a shot-gun blast in the stillness of the room. My senses were electrified. I watched mesmerised as the whip licked her skin, leaving red welts behind.
‘Oh, yes,’ she moaned, tears streaming down her face.
He came to her then, kissing her mouth, his tongue exploring and licking her face while his hand flicked on a switch and the black dildo started vibrating inside her. Her mouth sucked back at him, her tongue reaching out to lick him as he pulled back and stared at her.
With my pussy throbbing, I watched him move over to a desk and from inside one of the drawers he took out two breast pumps. Putting one on each breast he pumped hard, until her beautiful breasts were cruelly sucked into the glass. He then tied strong rope tightly around each breast. Tighter and tighter he pulled, then released them from the pumps. They were nearly purple, the nipples and skin around them shone as the skin stretched to its limit.
My own breasts were heaving, my nipples rigid. I longed for them to be touched, pulled, attacked. My pussy was still gaping open, the wetness running down the inside of my thighs. I couldn’t drag my eyes away from her body. Oh, how I wanted that to be done to me.
Her hips were rotating over the dildo as he returned with another small container. On each nipple he clipped on a small vice, turning the handle to make it grip even tighter. He then attached long chains that swung as her hips moved. Rita was moaning, enjoying the treatment that Marcus was administering. She looked awesome.
Marcus kissed her and left the room.
‘Rita, are you OK?’ I whispered.
‘Oh, God, yes, yes,’ she said breathlessly.
I watched her moving her pelvis backwards, jutting her bum outward as much as she could so the head of the dildo rubbed against her clit. I listened and heard the unmistakable cry of a woman’s orgasm. My pussy was aching to have that dildo inside me. I desperately needed to release my own emotions that had been building up.
We were alone for at least ten minutes before Marcus returned. He was dressed in leather briefs, boots, vest, and a studded collar completed his outfit. He ran his hands roughly over my body, slapping my thighs, hips and breasts.
I inhaled the mixture of after-shave, sweat and manliness. My head spun as he kissed the hollow of my throat, his tongue trailing down to my breasts. He took each breast into his mouth biting the nipples hard, causing me to whimper with pleasure.
He then fell to his knees, his mouth attacking my pussy. I thought I would die from longing as his fingers opened up my folds, his tongue darting in and out.
‘Please, fuck me,’ I begged. ‘Please.’
‘So, you enjoyed your initiation, did you?’ he asked rising, his breath thick with my scent.
‘Yes, I did. Now get me down and fuck me,’ I screamed.
He slapped me hard across the face. My ears rang, my eyes blazed and never in my life did I want to be fucked like I did right now, and he knew it.
He stood in front of me, teasing me by lowering his briefs, taking out his cock, rubbing it agains
t my pussy and then putting it back again. Perspiration was dripping from me, my body screaming for release.
He untied my ankles. They cramped as I tried to ease them back together. I was still hanging a few inches from the floor. He took the front of my panties and ripped them from my body. My skirt he pulled down and I kicked it from my feet. The muscles in my arms were screaming for release. He brought his stool over and sat on it, the rope attached to my wrists still in his hand.
Slowly he lowered me down just a little. He reached out and dragged me over to him so I straddled his lap, my pussy just inches away from his crotch. My arms bent backwards, by breasts jutting forward, nipples hard, my body electrified.
Lowering the front of his briefs, he pulled out his massive, rock-hard cock and yanked me roughly onto it. Its width was enormous as my wet pussy ground into him, not stopping until I had the whole shaft deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back. He attacked my nipples while I rode his cock. It was the most fantastic sex I’ve ever had.
‘Fuck him hard,’ Rita screamed, the dildo still pumping. ‘Fuck him.’
He pulled on the rope until I thought my arms would be wrenched from their sockets. I held on to him with my knees, not letting his cock slip away. The harder I gripped the more he pulled so it wasn’t long before only his head was inside me. Then he controlled the movements by yanking the rope up and down. I was delirious as I came all over his cock.
He rose, letting go of the ropes, allowing me to fall heavily to the floor. I unravelled the rope from my wrists and rubbed my clit frantically. It throbbed, begging for more, my fingers slipping amongst my folds. He removed Rita’s dildo, lowered and untied her from the rack, undid the ropes from her breasts and lay her on the floor.
Standing above her he removed his briefs, vest and boots. He lay beside her gently stroking her flesh, licking her breasts and then his tongue lingered lovingly on her pussy. I dragged my exhausted body over and joined him in ravishing her. Together we licked and caressed her battered body. I made my way down to her swollen pussy and gently licked between the folds before Marcus pulled me away.
He entered her slowly and I watched fascinated as his cock slipped in and out. Her pussy lips were so swollen, the blood engorging there as her passion escalated. She raked her nails down his back, the scratches leaving bloody welts, and then continued to tear into his cheeks. She bucked into him with renewed energy while I licked and sucked her nipples.
My mouth reached out to hers. I whispered how beautiful she was and she cried out in ecstasy, coming as my tongue found hers. We kissed and held each other, the three of us happy, contented and fulfilled.
I knew now that I would have to have a playroom of my own, and soon.
Party Games
by Jim Baker
‘We can’t have a party without some decent music!’
‘Agreed. Trouble is, all you ever want to listen to is the Beatles.’
‘We can’t play bloody classical stuff at a party!’
‘Why not? It’s been said Ravel’s Bolero is one of the greatest pieces of music to make love to.’
‘Who’s Ravel? And what’s a bolero? I thought it was three balls on a stick the Indians use to catch ostriches or something?’
Katie’s knowledge of geography is marginally worse than her knowledge of music.
‘Ravel was a famous French composer, a bolero is a Spanish dance, and the other thing is a bolas, dumbo. Trust you to think of something with three balls!’
Katie giggled.
‘All right, Judy, but don’t call me a dumbo. I’m still thinking of a way to get back at you for Monday and you’ll only make it worse for yourself.’
Katie and I work together, and we’ve been sharing a flat for two years. Despite our different tastes in music, we have a lot in common.
We both love sex, with each other, and with a wide variety of men. I love the feel of a hard cock inside me, but I must admit I’ve not yet found a man who can do to me what Katie can do with her tongue.
We also love playing practical jokes on each other, and last Monday I had conned Katie into appearing dressed in nothing but panties, in front of an audience of men at the office.
Not that she really minded, especially as we brought two of them home after work and had a fabulous romp on one of our king-size beds, but, as she said, it’s the principle that counts, and now I’m waiting to see how she tries to get her revenge.
Saturday would be the second anniversary of our co-habitation, and we had decided to throw a party, hence the discussion about music.
Music has always been a big thing in my life – my taste is very wide, covering classical to country and western, whereas Katie scorns almost everything other than the Beatles and the Rolling Stones.
In the end we compromised, sort of. It was agreed that in the big lounge, where people could dance, we’d have her stuff and, in the small sitting room and bedrooms, we’d have mine.
‘Unless I’m in a bedroom,’ she said. ‘Then it changes.’
‘Unless! If you don’t end up in a bedroom with a bloke I’ll eat my knickers!’
‘Almost worth going without to watch you do it.’
Neither of us were inviting a particular man to the party. As usual, it would be open house, and we looked forward to getting lucky.
The noisier sounds of the Stones had faded away, and the gentler tones of the Beatles’ ‘Strawberry Fields’ floated through the air.
The party so far had been a letdown, except for two interesting-looking guys who had shown up about fifteen minutes earlier. Katie had grabbed one of them and disappeared with him, and a tarty-looking blonde had beaten me to the other one. They were now locked in a passionate embrace on the sofa, kissing deeply. She was massaging the front of his jeans while his hand explored beneath her skirt. A few couples were dancing. Others were deep in conversation in the corners of the room.
I got myself a drink, flopped down in an armchair, and let the music wash around me.
I had almost given up hope when a proverbial tall dark stranger arrived and stood inside the door, looking around him.
I was halfway out of the chair when Katie’s voice whispered in my ear.
‘He could put his tongue in my pussy anytime he liked.’
‘What? Who?’
‘That dark-haired hunk. Wouldn’t you like him to take your panties off?’
She laughed and shoved me back into the chair.
‘You have a nice rest. I’ll check him out!’
‘Hang on! Where’s your other bloke?’
‘I took him in the other room for a snog. God, that music you’ve got on in there is awful! Anyway, he was unhooking my bra and I’d just got his zip down when his girlfriend turned up. He saw her before she saw us, thank Christ!’
She grinned at me.
‘I’ll let you know if that one’s any good!’
Before I could protest she had gone across the room and I saw her touch the dark guy’s hand.
I looked gloomily across at the couple on the sofa. Their lips were still glued together, the girl’s skirt was up around her waist, and the guy’s hand was moving under the waistband of her panties. The silky material rippled as his fingers stroked. She had unzipped his jeans and her hand was searching inside.
Time dragged on, the Beatles droned on, and I was beginning to think of going to bed alone.
‘Would you care to dance?’ A large form bent over me, holding out a hand. He took my hand and pulled me up. ‘I’m John,’ he said. ‘Why do you look so sad?’
He manoeuvred us into a dark corner, and brushed my lips with his.
I kissed him hard and whispered in his ear.
‘I’m sad because I don’t have a cock in my pussy.’
He recoiled slightly, and then laughed. ‘Can I help?’
‘Only if you’re man enough.’
He laughed again, and turned us until my back was against the wall. ‘Why don’t you check?’ He pulled me against him and k
issed me, tongue probing. His legs parted slightly and I dropped both hands down to his cock. I squeezed it through his pants, and he gasped. Quickly I hauled the zipper down. A long, hard fleshy rod sprang into my hand, and I wrapped my fingers around it, and ran my thumb across the head as I gazed over his shoulder, across the room.
The music moved on to the slow beat of ‘Hey Jude’.
The blonde girl’s panties were round her knees, and the guy’s cock was in her hand. I watched, fascinated, as she stroked his cock in perfect time to the music, slowly and deliberately. Her eyes were closed and her tongue licked back and forth across her lips as his fingers searched the dark patch between her thighs.
‘Some blonde,’ I thought hazily as John’s hand fondled my breasts.
An Asian girl with long black hair was dancing alone in the centre of the room, gyrating slowly. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall. She wore no bra, and her firm, olive breasts gleamed in the candlelight as if they were oiled. She unzipped her skirt, dropped it, and danced on. Her hair swept from side to side as she swayed to the rhythm of the music.
I watched, entranced by the gorgeous figure, felt the heat between my legs, and the music swirling in my brain. John’s hand moved under my skirt, up the inside of my thigh, and his fingers pulled my panties aside.
I remembered the cock in my hand and began to stroke it dreamily to the beat of Ringo’s drums.
One finger slid inside me, then another. He ran the ball of his thumb over my clit, making me groan. He pulled me tighter against him and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Our rhythm matched the beat of the music and I felt my orgasm beginning as our hands and tongues moved together. His slick cock got hotter and thicker in my fingers until he gave a rasping groan and hot liquid spurted through my fingers. My body shook as I climaxed, and I shut my eyes tight and leaned heavily against the wall behind me.
When I opened them, I found I was staring directly into the wide-open eyes of the Asian girl, as she swayed to the closing chorus of ‘Hey Jude’. She smiled, and I saw she had her fingers under the waistband of her panties, and was stroking herself slowly.
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