“Well, since we have all weekend to spend together, perhaps we can do it all, in that order.” He grinned mischievously at me as he took his hard prick in his hand and began beating off, only inches from my face. His hand moved faster and faster, and then it happened. White creamy come sprayed all over my face—on my forehead, my cheeks, dripping onto my large tits. He continued to stroke himself until he had no more come, then stuck the cock into my mouth again. I knew it was very sensitive now, so I licked it slowly and carefully, cleaning it slavishly with my lips and tongue. He was nearly purring as he stroked my hair.
“There is much more in store for you, my slave,” he murmured in a satisfied tone. I could hardly wait.
—G.R., Canton, Ohio
SHARING HER WAS A GIFT TO HIS PALS, BUT SHE
LOVED IT AS MUCH AS THEY DID
Darren and I were finally alone for a whole weekend, a rare thing. It was a little past dark when we decided to get into the hot tub. Darren went out to prepare it while I got my suit on. I then mixed up some drinks while Darren rolled up a big fat joint. The water was hot, but it felt good on our bodies.
After the drinks and the joint we were both feeling good. Darren turned to me and said, “So you gonna be a good slave tonight?”
Immediately I felt my nipples harden. I had been hoping for this. “Yes, sir,” I said in a low voice.
“You will do whatever I say, right, slave?”
“Yes,” I replied breathlessly. “Yes, I will.”
“Good. You wait right here. I will be back in a few minutes. And when I get back, you’d better not have any clothes on!”
I was naked in a flash. He was gone for about ten minutes, and just as I was getting worried he returned with more drinks and a bigger joint.
“Stand up and let me see!” Darren commanded, and I quickly obeyed, my naked body gleaming in the moonlight. My pussy was shaved bare, and my now erect nipples were sticking out from my 38C chest. I knew Darren liked my petite but curvy body. He always said my cute little ass could almost fit into one hand.
“Good girl,” he said, shedding his suit and hopping into the seriously warm water. The first thing he wanted was a handjob. It was not the thing I was best at, but I did it as well as I could. I was still doing it several minutes later, when the sliding glass door on the patio opened and two of Darren’s buddies walked out onto the deck. Instinctively my hands went to my breasts, trying to cover up.
“I did not tell you to do that!” Darren said, pulling my hands away. “And don’t pretend to be modest, slave. I know it’s not just my cock you crave. You want all the dick you can get, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, sir,” I said. It was useless to deny it. He was right.
“Good. That’s what I thought. Now this is Barry and Gil, and they’re going to be helping me with you tonight. Probably tomorrow as well.”
With that the blond one, Gil, took off his clothes and stepped up to the tub. He stood on the top step, looking down at my naked body. His cock was rock-hard. “Well, go and say hello,” Darren prodded. “Don’t be rude to our guests.” Obediently, my heart pounding, I went over to Gil and kissed his stiff cock.
I heard Darren chuckle. “That’s just saying hi,” he said. “You need to say a real hello. Open your mouth.” And I heard Gil gasp as I took his prick into my mouth and bobbed my head over it. It felt terrific. I always love a strange cock in my mouth.
“That’s much better, slave,” Darren said. “Now say hello to Barry.”
Gil stepped into the tub, grabbing a handful of my tit as he passed, and Barry, the dark one, quickly stripped and took his place. I sucked his dick as well.
Darren had me sit between the two of them then, and give them both handjobs. They sucked on my tits and played with my snatch under the water. Darren had a big smile on his face, and I knew he could see how much I was getting into this.
“Well, guys, it’s time to relax,” Darren announced, holding up another big-ass joint. “We’re going to pass this around while passing you around,” he said to me. “Now how about getting your pussy onto Barry’s cock!”
That was fine with Barry, and with me too. I got on top of him, and in a flash he was inside me. Darren lit the joint, took a drag, and handed it to Gil, who took a hit. Barry was busy bouncing me up and down and had to wait for his turn. When he came I climbed off him and moved over onto Gil. This went on until the joint was gone, and all three of them had had a crack at my crack a few times.
Then Darren said it was time to get out of the tub and participate in some first-class fucking. He went and got towels for him and his friends, but not for me. I was standing there naked, dripping wet—and not just from the water!
We went inside then, and I saw that Darren had covered the living room floor with blankets and pillows. “Lie down, slave,” he commanded, “and get ready for a long night of fucking and sucking!”
I, of course, obeyed his instructions, lying down in the middle of the room. The guys all stood there, cocks ready for a good time, just looking at my wet, naked body.
“Okay, guys, you can consider this your early Christmas gift,” Darren said. Both of them said it was the best gift ever. I thought so too, but I didn’t say that. I was afraid it might make him change his mind.
Under Darren’s direction, they all got down and took up their positions. Barry was between my legs, Gil at my head, and Darren at my tits.
“Okay, we’re gonna go in a circle,” Darren said. “Barry, when you finish fucking her you’ll move up to her mouth. Gil, you’ll move to her tits and do whatever you want, and I’ll get to use her hot slit. Now don’t come too fast, guys. Make her work for it. You better get ready to take our come in all your holes tonight, slave, because we’re gonna fuck you till you can’t stand up without help!”
Promises, promises.
So it began. I wasn’t sure how much time passed as I got pounded over and over again, but it seemed like hours. The guys couldn’t get enough, and the truth was, neither could I. I came over and over again.
After they had all gone around the circle a few times, Darren ordered me onto my hands and knees. As I obeyed he gave my ass a nice hard smack, which sent a thrill through my body. Then suddenly I was impaled by a prick ramming into my cunt. I looked back to see Gil kneeling behind me with a big smile on his face. He grabbed my hips and started to thrust hard.
Meanwhile Barry and Darren moved around to my head, offering their dicks to my mouth. I opened up and took Barry’s in, sucked it for a minute, then switched to Darren’s. I kept switching back and forth, and both of them started fucking my mouth when it was their turn, so that I was rocked back and forth between the cock in my pussy and the one in my mouth, until without warning, Barry shot a load of hot come down my throat. I gulped it down eagerly, and as I did so I came yet again.
“Damn, that’s a tight pussy,” Gil blurted out, and they all laughed.
“Look at that,” Darren said. “She’s been fucked by three guys for over an hour, and I bet she still wants more!”
He was right. I did. I wanted to feel all their jism, in me or on me or wherever they wanted to put it. I was thrilled when Darren pulled out the tube of anal lube and handed it to me. “Put some on my cock,” he demanded. “Now.”
I did as he instructed, rubbing it really well onto his eight-inch cock. Darren then lay down on his back. The other two guys helped me stand up on my wobbly legs and reposition myself on top of Darren, facing away from him. Then my ass was set down on his waiting cock. I felt him spreading my ass cheeks to get farther inside me. I sank down slowly over him, moaning with pleasure as he filled my rear passage. When he was all the way in I lay back against his chest, my legs spread wide.
Seeing this was all it took for Barry to get hard again. “I want to fuck that slit again,” he announced, moving into position between my thighs. This was something new. In all my sexual experience, I had never taken one in the ass and one in the pussy at the same time. But at this poi
nt I wasn’t about to say no, even if Darren would have let me. I wanted as much as I could get.
I had never known anything like the feeling of fullness that suffused my body as Barry pushed into me, going deeper and deeper until he was in all the way. I cried out with ecstasy as I felt both of them moving back and forth inside me. They felt so hard and big that I didn’t know how long I could take it, but I didn’t want it to stop. I was barely aware of Gil moving around to my head until I felt the hardness of his prick against my face. Almost automatically I opened my mouth to accept his gift, and now I had three dicks inside me at once. They fucked the shit out of me for a long time, until Barry pulled out and spurted his load all over my tits, some of it splashing on my face. Seeing this, Gil could not hold his in any longer, and he pulled out of my mouth and shot his sperm onto my face and hair.
Seeing both his buddies get off, Darren now shot what must have been a gallon of come deep into my ass. With this last fountain of sperm shooting off inside me I began to climax once again, this time exploding into the biggest orgasm I could remember having in my entire life, screaming with pleasure and jerking around on Darren’s prick like a rag doll. Then I collapsed and lay panting for breath on the floor, nearly unable to move.
“Now that was sweet!” Barry said, and the others agreed with him.
“I guess that’ll be all for now,” Darren said then. “But these guys are spending the night, and we’re gonna do it all over again tomorrow. Right, slave?”
“Yes, Master,” I said, trying not to let him see me smile.
—Name and address withheld
HE SHOWS HER THE JOYS OF SUBMISSION
THEN SETS HER UP WITH A LITTLE ORGY
I am a twenty-four-year old female college student with long dark hair down to my butt, and just recently I discovered the erotic pleasure of being a submissive partner to a dominant man.
It started a few weeks ago when I was working in the computer laboratory at school. The lab instructor was named Michael. He was a really cool guy, and I had always found him sexy and attractive. On this day I was consulting with him about a problem. It was near the end of the day, and as we were talking Michael suddenly offered me a ride home. From the way he was checking out my bare navel and my tits in my tight top, I figured he wanted more than just company. I hesitated for a minute, and then thought, What the hell, why not? I said yes.
As I packed up my things, my imagination running wild, I watched him striding around the studio, giving orders about the next class. I shivered with excitement at the thought of that strong voice giving me orders too. I decided to play it really passive, and do whatever he wanted. What would happen would happen. I tingled at the thought.
Outside, he took me to his car and opened the door for me. I watched him as he drove. This guy was really in control. When we reached my place I invited him inside for a drink. He grinned. As he followed me up the stairs, I knew he was watching my tight butt swaying in front of him. I walked slowly, giving him a good look. Inside my apartment I gave him a drink and switched off some lights, until the room was dimly lit. I slowly sipped my drink, watching him through half-closed eyes as he sat on the couch opposite me. “I have been watching you,” he said in a low voice.
“I know,” I said.
The moment was electric. He spoke again, his voice firm. It made me tingle. “Take your clothes off,” he said.
“What?” I said softly.
He didn’t answer, just went on looking at me. I swallowed the last of my drink, then turned and walked to the bathroom, closing the door. Shaking with excitement, I quickly peeled off my top and jeans. I turned on the shower and peeled off my panties. I took a hot shower, soaping myself carefully between my legs, then dried myself down. I was very excited. I wrapped a big dry towel around me, tucking it in at the top. Then I opened the door and walked out.
Michael was still sitting on the couch. When he saw me he slid down to the floor, then lay flat on his back. “Stand over me,” he said roughly. I stepped closer and straddled his chest, looking down at him. “Drop the towel,” he said. Heart pounding, I loosened the towel and let it fall. I could hear his rough breathing. I was so hot!
“Play with your nipples,” he told me. I reached up and cupped my tits in both hands, rubbing my tingling nipples. “Now play with your pussy,” he grunted. I heard myself moaning as I reached down and spread my juicy lips. I was very wet. I rubbed the tip of one finger over my clitty, and my legs felt weak. “Sit on my face,” he ordered.
Shivering with lust, I slowly dropped to my knees above him. His big warm hands cupped my ass, my gaping pussy just above his face. The feeling of anticipation was exquisite. I moaned as his tongue touched my pussy. He guided one of my hands back to the bulge in his pants. I could feel his stiff cock straining against the fabric. Now we were both moaning. The sensation of his tongue overwhelmed me. Then he stopped. “Get up,” he said quickly. “Lie back on the couch.” I stood up, a little unsteadily, and got on the couch, splaying myself against the soft cushions. Michael stood above me and reached to unzip his pants. He moved closer, pulling them down to his knees, along with his shorts. He stood over me, his cock and balls just over my mouth. His large cock was fully erect.
It was a thrilling moment. Moaning like a whore, I licked a wet line from his balls to the base of his shaft. His pubic hair tickled my face. I loved the salty smell of his skin. He breathed faster, his hands in my hair, holding my head tightly, his stiff dick twitching warmly against my cheek.
I opened my mouth wide as the head poked at my lips. Greedily I gulped him inside. I grunted as he pumped it in and out, fucking my mouth. I kept my tongue as flat and smooth as possible. He moved faster. Then he pulled out of my mouth. My eyes were closed. I felt his mouth on one nipple, then trailing down over my belly until he was eating me again. His tongue darted into me, pushing and probing like a small penis. I moaned and moaned, spreading my legs wide apart, pumping my hips at his face, my hands running through his hair. He sat back to look at me, breathing hard. “Play with your pussy for me,” he whispered. I flicked my fingers over my clitty, rubbing faster and faster. I opened my eyes halfway. He was peeling off his clothes, his dick swollen and stiff. I closed my eyes again and rubbed myself harder. I felt his big hands on my hips, cupping my bare ass.
I moaned as his hard dick pushed inside me. It was thick, stretching me wide open. I felt a molten heat spread through my body. He fucked me like no other man ever had. He pumped in and out of my wet and slippery pussy, faster and faster, until we both came.
Ten minutes later he told me to get some clothes on. “Wear the shortest skirt you have,” he commanded. “No panties. And a top that shows your navel. We are going for a walk.” I found some things that fit his demands, and we went out. On the way down in the elevator I checked out my reflection in the mirror. My hair was wild, my face flushed.
The street was quiet and dark. Michael took my hand and we strolled in silence for half a block, drifting in and out of the shadows cast by big trees overhead. He paused under a streetlight as a car eased passed us. The car slowed and stopped just down the street, then backed up. The window came down. “Hey, buddy,” a strong voice said. “How much?”
We stepped off the curb and I leaned over to look in at the driver. He was a good-looking guy around thirty, wearing a suit and tie. He looked like a respectable businessman. Michael was talking to him now. They were negotiating about something, and then with a shock I realized they were talking about me. My mind reeled. Was this real, or just a fantasy? Whatever it was, it was exciting. I didn’t resist when Michael opened the back door of the car and helped me in. He got in after me and the car eased away from the curb.
“So where is this game?” Michael asked the driver.
“Just a couple blocks,” he replied. I sat quietly, my heart pounding. As we drove, Michael slipped his hand under my top and played with my nipples. The driver was watching us in the mirror. Michael kissed me, poking his tongue in my
mouth. I moaned softly, a feeling of warmth and desire spreading through my body. His fingers covered my nipples, teasing and tweaking, pulling, stroking. It felt lovely.
The car stopped. I looked out. We had pulled into a motel, a long flat building with a neon sign in front. As we got out of the car I pulled my skirt down as far as I could, but as we walked up the bare concrete stairs I knew the driver could see the exposed cheeks of my ass.
We stopped at a door which the driver opened, and stepped inside. Four men sat at a table, drinking and playing cards. They stopped and looked at us. “Hey,” one of them said, grinning, standing up and walking over to us. He walked around me, and his big hands squeezed my bare ass cheeks under my skirt.
Michael was talking to the driver. Then he came over and took my hand, leading me past the table and into a bedroom. “Listen to me,” he said in a low voice. “These guys want a woman. And I want to watch.” I started to say something, but he put a finger over my lips. “It’s up to you,” he said. “But I told them no violence, no rough stuff. They have to be gentle with you, okay? What you get out of it is lots of tongues, lots of dicks. Your own little orgy. Sound good?” I nodded. It sounded great.
“Fine,” he whispered. He cupped my face tenderly in both hands, gently kissing my forehead. I nuzzled his neck and started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it open. I felt his hands opening my top, pushing down my skirt. I kissed his hairy chest, then dropped to my knees. He grunted softly as I unbuckled his pants, letting them drop. I opened my mouth and teased the head of his cock with the wet tip of my tongue. I moved forward and took him in my mouth. I only sucked him for a moment before he lifted me up and pushed me back onto the big bed, turning me to face the wall on my knees, his hands spreading my legs wide, my bare ass sticking up in the air. I leaned down on my arms, my nipples grazing the bedcover.
“Jesus!” said a new voice behind me. Then there was a low whistle from the other side of the bed. I felt hands on my ass, fingers easing my lips apart, opening my sex like a ripe fruit. A finger eased into my hole. I moaned softly. I felt warm breath on my inner thighs, then a tongue. I turned my head, and through half-closed eyes I saw a strange cock next to my face. It pushed against my mouth. I opened wide and took it in. There were hands in my hair, hands on my tits. Then a cock slid into my pussy.
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