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666 13th Avenue

August 3, 2010 at 9:29 pm · Filed under erotica, sex ·Tagged , ,

“You don’t have to sell your soul,” The Devil told me, “In a matter like this, you could merely lease it to me.”

He was a handsome devil, and he wore a very expensive looking charcoal-grey suit. You could almost have mistaken him for a human, if you overlooked his metallic blue-black skin, the color of hardened steel.  And the sharp, curved horns that projected from his forehead.  And the long, hairy, obscene-looking tail that spilled discretely out of one pant leg.

One more semester and I’d have my goddamn MFA.  My grant money had dried up, and I had already maxed out my student loans.  I was desperate.  Desperate enough to go to Lucifer.  It was either him or the credit card companies.

“In cases like yours, I usually ask for a year of servitude.” He wore beautiful, extremely expensive-looking black leather loafers.  I wondered if he had cloven hooves hidden inside those shoes.  “Would you like to take a tour of the facility with me?”

It was one of those generic, anonymous glass and steel skyscrapers that so litter midtown.  I had probably walked right past the place a hundred times and never looked twice at it.  It took up an entire city block; most of the ground floor was occupied with retail shops.  There was a Starbucks on the corner.  The Devil led me to a discrete, unmarked door which swung silently open after he entered a code into a PIN pad.  His fingernails were the sharp, predatory claws of a wild beast.

We entered a large, dark room filled with small tables.  Canned jazz played softly through the sound system.  There was a bar at either end of the room.  A couple dozen more-or-less pretty girl with bare chests, most of them bustier than me, wandered in between the tables carrying drink trays; a couple more topless chicks were stationed behind each bar.  The customers were almost all men, generally quite well dressed. An enormous, scarlet-skinned demon bearing a spiked maul loitered near the door.  The bouncer, I surmised.  It was a titty bar.

The girls all wore pretty much exactly the same uniform:  a black or red g-string, and a pair of impractical-looking high heels.  That was it; a few girls wore fishnets or a leather choker around their necks, but most did not.  Some of the nipples were pierced, and there was a pretty large selection of navel rings and tattoos.  I liked looking at all the mostly-naked girlies.  All the boobies looked really nice.  They all seemed natural for one thing, and there was a wide variety of shapes and sizes.  I wondered how my own rack would measure up alongside them all.

“This is just the ground floor,” The Prince of Darkness told me, “Some girls spend their entire servitude working here.  It’s pretty easy stuff, all you have to do is serve drinks and smile a lot.  Our customers generally tip very well.

From time to time,” he went on, “A customer will select a girl.  He pays extra, and gets to take the girl upstairs.  You understand,” he grinned wickedly, exposing four rows of very sharp small teeth, “that this is a very expensive club, and it costs a lot of money to take a girl upstairs.  Shall we?”

Together, we walked up a grand curved staircase to the second floor.  Halfway up, The Devil turned to me.  “The important thing for you to remember about this establishment is that once a girl is promoted upstairs, she can never go back down again.”

The second floor was very much like the first, with the addition of a small stage, lit up by a row of spotlights with colored gels.  Two nude girls danced around a couple of poles.  They didn’t look like strippers; maybe burlesque performers.  They were both pretty cute, but not in a stripper sort of way.  One had a shaved pussy with prominent labia that peeked out and curled over.  The other one was shortish and kind of chunky, and had a neatly trimmed bush.  They both looked like they were enjoying themselves.

Again, a dozen or so girls were waiting tables.  They were all nude, except for the high heels.  I liked seeing all the jiggling and wiggling ass cheeks, of various shapes and sizes.  I saw a lot of shaved pussies, but there was also a fair amount of pubic hair, ranging from full bushes to landing strips.  The girls were mostly quite attractive — there was a redhead with a giant squid tattooed across her back that I got an insta-crush on — but not really in the stripper aesthetic. They looked more like, well, my friends and the girls I hung out with.  And also, in contrast to other strip clubs I’d been in, everybody here — patrons and workers alike — looked happy.

The customers were mostly, but again not exclusively, men.  Actually, there seemed to be more female patrons up here than on the first floor.  There was one table with three or four women dressed in business attire (and a naked brunette gyrating on one of their laps), a table with a lesbian couple, and more than a few wives and girlfriends scattered around the other tables.  Quite a few naked girls were sitting on customers laps.  At one table, quite close by where we stood, I could see that the girl had her customer’s pants undone, his erect penis out, and her hand was rhythmically pumping up and down.

“One again,” Beelzebub told me, “many girls never even graduate from the second floor.  The work is quite easy: lap dances and hand jobs, and the customers are very well behaved.  If they are not,” he flashed another disturbingly toothy grin, “they are quickly asked to leave.

“Sometimes the customer will want a little extra.   In that case, he –or she– can pay a little extra and take the girl of his choice up to the third floor.  Follow me.”

We ascended a wrought iron spiral staircase.  “There are no private booths or rooms in my club,” The Devil told me, “Anything that goes on here happens out in the open.  And remember, you can always go up, but you may never go down.”

The third floor was much more Spartan than the first two levels.  There was a small bar at one end of the room where a tall buxom amazon served drinks.  In the center of the room was a raised platform lit up by spotlights.  There was a large, very ornate Victorian bed atop the platform.  On top of the bed, three girls were interlocked in a complicated daisy chain.  The three of them were all licking, sucking, and fingering each other enthusiastically, and they all seemed to me to be genuinely enjoying themselves.  I caught a very nice look at one girl’s spread-open pussy, her co-worker’s index finger buried up to the knuckle in it.  She was very wet and her lips pouted open, and her clit was shiny red and erect.

There were futons in different configurations throughout the room.  Some were empty, but most held a couple –or a triad– cavorting on the clean white sheets.

On one futon, a tall forty-ish woman with salt-and-pepper hair and stretch marks on her belly was having her pussy vigorously licked by a very young-looking girl with a buzz cut.  I could actually hear the juicy smacks and slurps as the girl licked away.  The tall woman’s eyes were half-closed, her head thrown back in pleasure, her large dark nipples sticking straight up.

On another couch, a fat gentleman was entertaining two pretty dark-haired girls.  He was lying on his back while one of the girls bounced up and down on his slick hard cock.  The other girl was squatting astride his face, dragging her neatly trimmed pussy back and forth along his extended tongue.  I idly wondered how often the girls switched position.

On yet another futon, a quite good-looking man was fucking a rather chubby girl with gorgeous long brown curly hair from behind, while his (wife?  girlfriend?) filmed the scene with a hand-held camcorder.

Everywhere I looked, there were people having sex.  Maybe it was because I hadn’t had an orgasm in a few days (a combination of money stress and not having a boyfriend had put a damper on my sex life lately), but seeing this room made me incredibly horny.  All around me was the sound, smell, and sight of people fucking.  I’d never actually seen actual people having actual sex in person before, up-close and personal.  This was way better than any porno.  Inside my panties, my clit twitched obnoxiously.

“And then of course,” The Devil said, “There is the fourth floor.”

We took another spiral staircase up to the next floor, which was another big room almost identical to the level below it.

On a brightly-lit raised platform at center, a winsome girl with large breasts and curly black hair stood.  Here hands were tied at the wrists and were held over her head by a cord that ran up to a pulley in the ceiling.  A big fat vibrator was crammed up her ass; another was buried in her pussy.  I could hear the toys buzzing from where I stood.  Her face was a mask of intense concentration.

Clipped to the base of each vibrator were three steel balls, each one about the size of a ping pong ball.  Each ball had a snap on one end and a hook at the other.  As I watched, a winged imp with stubby little horns and a disturbingly long flaccid penis skittered out and clipped another ball onto each vibrator.  The girl on the platform winced, and I saw her muscles tense, and a low moan escaped her lips.

“Every fifteen minutes or so, we add another pair of weights.”  The Devil told me, “As soon as she drops one of the toys, her time is up and another girl takes her place.  Each ball weighs half a pound.  The record is five balls on each toy.  Think you can beat that?”  The Devil grinned his shark’s grin at me, “It’s excellent exercise and good fun too.”

There were only a few customers on the futons in this room.  I quickly saw what the theme was up here, and my clit twitched and throbbed in response.

On one futon, an attractive black guy in his early twenties was fucking a very pale blonde girl up the ass.  He was approaching climax as I watched; from the sounds she was making, the blonde was in very much the same boat.  All of a sudden, the black dude howled out loud, arched his back, and grasping her hips so hard his fingers left pink marks on her flesh, he buried himself inside her ass.  I actually saw his balls twitch as he came.  A few seconds later, his already wilting wet penis popped out of her winking asshole, followed by a veritable gush of semen.  The girl stayed on her knees, head down, masturbating furiously.

“Don’t worry,” The Devil told me, “All our clients are very carefully screened.”

On another futon, a woman I recognized from television (was she a politician?  Yes, that was it, she was a U.S. senator!) was butt fucking a mousey looking chick with a wide ass who’s glasses were all akimbo on her head.  The senator-lady was still wearing a half-buttoned white blouse and a lacy bra; she wielded a formidable-looking purple strap-on mounted on a black leather harness.  There were raised red handprints on the mousey girl’s pale ass cheeks.  I couldn’t tell whether the girl’s screams were motivated by pleasure or pain.  A little of both, I suspected.

On another futon, two hairy middle-aged men were screwing a skinny girl; one was fucking her pussy, the other was pounding her ass.  On a fourth futon, a fat woman with enormous breasts lounged.  Three girls were eating her out: two were taking turns licking her pussy and clit while the third had her face stuck between the woman’s ass cheeks and was slurping busily away.

“The upper floors,” Mammon told me, “Are more rarified and correspondingly more expensive.  They are only accessible this way.”  He led me to a bank of sleek, silent elevators.  Inside the car was an array of buttons, L for lobby, and 5-99.  The buttons were all black, except for the one that read 99.  That one was red, and keyed off.

The Devil pushed the button marked 5, and the elevator slid smoothly up.  “What you have to understand before you agree to anything,” he said to me in a serious tone, “is that while we don’t allow our clients to do any permanent harm to our staff, that leaves a LOT of room for pain and suffering.  Once a girl has been promoted a floor, she can never go back down, and for the length of her servitude she has absolutely no say in what is done to her or by whom.

The elevator doors slid open on the 5th floor.  On the (faux?) stone wall opposite us, a naked girl with an iron collar around her neck was chained spread-eagled.  Her head was shaved bare, and her back, butt, and thighs were an angry roadmap of painful-looking welts.  A big muscular guy with a crew cut, naked from the waist up, was standing behind her, holding a long, cruel whip.  He had a wicked farmer’s tan, and the back of his neck was sunburned.  There were messy looking, smudged blue tattoos up and down his sinewy, muscular arms.

As The Devil and I watched, the man raised his whip and, muscles flexing and bulging, brought it down across the poor girl’s back with a hiss and a crack.  She screamed thinly and struggled against her bonds.

There was a line of men –and one mean-looking woman– waiting their turn with various whips, switches, canes, and floggers in hand.  In the middle of the room, a dozen or so miserable girls in iron collars padlocked to rings in the floor watched the proceedings silently, patiently awaiting their turn at the whipping wall.

We took the elevator up to the 6th floor.  The walls of this room were painted institutional blue, and the floor was white tile.  On a stainless steel table at the center of the room, two blonde girls who looked so similar they could almost have been sisters were locked in a 69.  Literally locked; they were chained and padlocked so that they couldn’t move out of that position.  A demon was feeding the girl on the bottom potato chips out of a crinkly bag; another demon was pouring water from a large plastic jug into the mouth of the girl on top, who lapped the water up thirstily.

“Oops!  Look out– here she goes again!” one of the demons chortled.  The blonde girl on top moaned and quivered, finally letting go with a long, clear, seemingly endless stream of piss, which caught the girl on the bottom half of the 69 full in the face.  The blonde on the bottom sputtered and choked, struggling against her chains.

“Don’t worry,” the jovial demon said, “Here, have a drink of water!”  The girl’s face and her long blonde hair were soaked in pee.  The demon held the water jug to her lips.  She gave him a hateful glare, but gulped the water up eagerly.

Meanwhile, a group of men were urinating into a long porcelain trough.  The drain at one end of the trough was connected to a hose, the end of which was plugged into the asshole of a girl who knelt face-down on the tile floor.  She was receiving an enormous piss enema.

Next to her, a petite girl with a pixie-ish face and a pageboy haircut and a visibly bloated belly was giving a fat older guy a blowjob.  Lying on her back, between the pixie-girl’s knees, another girl was licking her pussy.  “Oh Rebecca, please don’t!” she whispered between licks, “Hold it in a little longer… Oh Becky, please don’t, no…!”  The fat man snickered and grabbed pixie-girl’s hair, forcing her head down on his cock until her face was buried in his graying pubes.

“Personally I don’t get it, but a surprising number of people really get off on this stuff.  Come on, I’ll show you something a little more intense.”

On the 23rd floor, the only light came from a single naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  A pale girl with big brown eyes and a long neck and very long dark hair was tied nude to a steel chair.  Alligator clips with colored leads attached to them were clamped onto her large brown nipples, her labia, and her clit.  The leads all ran to a black box on a small wooden table.

Two men in grey uniforms with black armbands and what looked like tasers on their belts were standing over her.  “I’ll ask you one more time,” one of the men snarled threateningly, “what is 2261 divided by 17?!”

“I don’t know!” the girl sobbed, “I told you, I’m no good at math!”

“Very well,” the other man said softly, “you leave us no choice.”   He pushed a button on the black box, holding it down for a long count of three.  The girl thrashed in her chair and screamed voicelessly, her eyes bulging out of her face and every tendon in her body straining.  I smelled smoke.

“Alright, shall we start over then?” the first man said when the girl had stopped twitching.  I could see that she was now sitting in a pool of her own urine.  “Let’s start with something more basic.  1024 minus 178?”  She whimpered fearfully as he unclipped the taser on his belt.  “Well…?”

“The interrogation continues until she answers a math problem correctly,” The Devil told me helpfully.  “Then she sucks them both off and the next girl is brought in.  Don’t bother boning up on your math by the way, the questioners may pick any subject they choose.”

On the 50th floor, a group of men in business suits were sitting around drinking beer and watching sports bloopers on a big-screen tv, and generally ignoring the emaciated girl who was suspended face-down from the ceiling by a couple dozen fishhooks stuck through the skin of her back, her shoulders, and the backs of her legs.  There was a ball gag in her mouth, and her ribs protruded like 2x4s underneath rice paper.  Big, heavy industrial-looking vise grips dangled down, clamped to her lower lip, her labia, and her grotesquely-stretched nipples.  A big, ominous-looking fire hose was coiled up on the floor.

Up on the 82nd floor, a long narrow steel box sat atop a beat-up looking oak table.  The box was about 18” square and maybe 5’ long, and was welded shut.  There was a small, circular hole in the side at one end of the box.  A naked man with a huge beer gut and pendulous balls had his cock jammed into the hole, and appeared to be blissfully fucking away.  At the other end of the box, two petite bare feet protruded from another pair of small round holes.  The feet were girl’s feet, swollen and bloody; the ankles were bruised and chaffed from rubbing against the rough-cut steel.

A severe-looking middle-aged lady in a grand black dress was busy inserting needles into those bare feet.  She had a whole pincushion full of them, plus various pliers, scalpels, and a soldering iron.  With an intent look on her face, she selected one extremely long and thick large needle from the pincushion and drove it very deliberately deep into the ball of one foot.  I heard a muffled, gagging scream from inside the box.

“Oh my God Dolores!” the man groaned, humping into the hole until his pubes were mashed against the steel wall of the box, “Every time you do that, she does the most amazing things to my cock!  Give me some more!”

“Nothing,” the lady said with a tight little smile on her face as she picked up the soldering iron, “Would give me more pleasure!”

“Well,” The Devil said as we got back into the elevator and headed down toward the lobby, “I think you’ve seen enough to make an informed decision.  The other floors are pretty much the same idea– use your imagination.”

“And what’s on the 99th floor?” I asked.

The Devil made a face.  “Oh you don’t even want to know.”

“So,” The Devil asked as we walked out into the bright Manhattan sunlight.  The sidewalk was crowded with pedestrians.  “What do you think?  Do we have a deal?”

I realized that my panties were absolutely sodden.  They’d have to come off, and soon!  “Where do I sign up?”

END

(Once again, inspired by/ripped off from Holly)

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In Therapy

August 8, 2009 at 1:02 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

It was raining in the city, and the subway was crowded and slow, and I was nearly late for my first appointment.  I’d been warned that I should be there fifteen minutes early the first time; I walked into the office right at the stroke of eight, thoroughly disheveled and dripping wet.

The receptionist was a dowdy-looking middle-aged Jewish lady with a thick Brooklyn accent and bifocals.  She had a long series of forms for me to fill out: past medical history, billing information, consent and release papers, etc. This was all mildly annoying because I’d already filled out most of them online already.  When I was done, I handed the clipboard back to the frizzy-haired receptionist, who went over my paperwork with a red pen, checking boxes off.

“Marks or no?”

“I’m sorry?” I said.

Receptionist pushed back her glasses and looked up at me.  “Can we leave marks and bruises on your skin, or would you prefer there be none?”

“Oh…” I looked guiltily down at the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand.  “Marks and bruises are fine… as long they’re under my regular clothes.”

“Of course.”  Receptionist stifled a yawn, took my credit card, ran it through the machine, and gave it back to me.  She reminded me of the grandmother I’d never met, and I felt vaguely self conscious knowing that she’d just read through the intensely personal questionnaire I’d just filled out.  (Date of last menstruation? Anal penetration y/n? Any phobias; piercings, allergies? Aversion to urine or other bodily fluids?) “You can go in now.  First door on the right.  The doctor will see you shortly.”

I swallowed hard and headed for the corridor behind the receptionist’s desk.

“Take your coat!” Delia (I only learned her name later) called after me, “Our clients leave through a separate exit.”  She pronounced every syllable of ‘separate’ distinctly.  “Enjoy your visit Honey.”

Heart fluttering like a butterfly, I scooped up my wet rain jacket and bustled past Delia’s desk into the beige-carpeted hallway.  Going through the first door on the right, I found myself alone in a small, nearly bare room that smelled faintly of bleach.  The floor was hard and cold, tiny white tiles, and there was a drain near the center of the room.  There was a d-ring on a steel plate bolted into the floor.  The only furniture was a black folding chair, a medical-looking cabinet, and a coat rack.  I sat down on the chair with my jacket wadded up in my lap, and waited.

After what seemed like a long time, but was probably only five minutes, the door opened and an efficient young black woman in a lab coat came in.  She introduced herself as Elka and asked me to disrobe.  She was about my age, slender and attractive, and spoke with a faint accent that I couldn’t place.  Egyptian?  Peruvian?

Feeling her eyes on me, I stood up and started undressing.  I stepped out of my shoes, pulled off my blouse and skirt.  I looked over at her and she nodded.  I unsnapped my bra, and stepped out of my panties.

“Very good.” Elka said nodding, and I took it as a compliment and flushed.  The air in the room was cold.  “You may hang up your clothing or fold them on the chair.”  I did so.  “Now I have to get you ready.  You will kneel please?”

I got down on my knees.  The tile was cold and hard on my flesh.  Elka opened the cabinet and pulled a few items out.  “I have to secure you, yes?”  She fastened my wrists behind my back with velcro restraints.  She placed a studded leather dog collar around my throat.  Then she took out a heavy chain with snaphooks on both ends.  She fastened one end to the d-ring in the floor, the other to the collar around my neck.  It was just long enough to allow me to kneel upright.

“Comfortable?” she asked.  I nodded.  “The doctor will see you shortly.”  She smiled, a big friendly smile full of perfect white teeth, and she left the room, closing the door behind herself.

I waited another eternity.  My skin was goose-bumpy and I kind of had to pee, and my knees ached on the hard tile.  Finally the door opened again and the doctor entered the room.  He wasn’t what I had expected at all: he was a cherubic little man in a tweed suit, maybe fifty or so, plump and balding with rosy cheeks and delicate round eyeglasses and a perpetually amused smile on his face.

“So what brings you in to see us today?” he asked as he put on a pair of latex gloves.  He had the faint New Yawk accent of an educated native.

“It’s complicated…”

“Of course it is.”  He snapped the latex gloves around his wrists and started rummaging through the cabinet behind me, just out of my sight.  “It’s always complicated.  Hopefully you will find what we do here interesting and you will want to come back.  Then we can get to know each other a little better and start to understand your reasons for coming here in the first place.  What do you say we start with an enema?”

Naked, collared, and chained to the floor, I was in no position to argue.  And anyway, arguing would have been contrary to the purpose of my visit.  Nonetheless, I had never had an enema before, and I felt a rush of self-consciousness and nervous excitement.

The doctor lubed up my anus with his latex-covered fingers.  I felt myself blushing all over.  I had never felt so naked before, so vulnerable and exposed.

He shortened my chain so I was bent over with my face pressed against the tile floor and slipped the rubber nozzle into my asshole.  I realized that I had become intensely physically excited: my clit was swollen and tender and my pussy felt juicy and the sensation of the enema nozzle in my butt only exacerbated my condition.

The black girl, Elka, knocked once and entered the room pushing a rolling stand from which hung and improbably large bag of clear fluid.  The doctor connected a hose, turned a valve, and said “I’ll be back in a moment.”

The two left brusquely, leaving me alone, kneeling with a chain clipped to the collar ‘round my neck and my cheek resting on the cold tile of the floor.  I immediately felt the warm, soapy water start to invade my body.

At first the sensation was relaxing, even pleasurable.  I was still excited from being so exposed in front of the doctor, and I discovered that by squeezing my thighs together, I could stimulate my horny clit.  Not enough to get myself off or anything, but it felt nice.

Then I started to get worried.  I was feeling bloated, full beyond full.  I didn’t think I could take much more, and I really didn’t want to have an accident.  The pressure increased, and I started to cramp up.  I glanced behind me.  The bag of water was only half empty.  I gritted my teeth and clenched my fingers and my toes.  I moaned out loud.  Nothing I did seemed to help at all. I felt stretched to the bursting point, humiliated and uncomfortable and incredibly aroused.

Half an eternity later, Elka bustled back into the room.  She checked her watch, noted that the enema bag was empty, nodded, closed the valve and detached the hose.  Leaving me writhing in misery, she rolled the stand out of the room and shut the door after herself.

Another half an eternity went by.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and my gut felt like it was going to explode.  I was just about to blow the nozzle out my ass, squirt dirty brown water all over the doctor’s office and suffer the consequences which, I was sure, would be dire as well as humiliating.

In the middle of a long, deep-throated moan, Elka came back.  She was bearing a metal bucket like the kind a farmer might milk a cow into.  She smiled at me, showing off two rows of perfect white teeth.

She unclipped the chain around my neck.  “You will squat, please.”  She indicated the bucket that she had set on the floor.

I obediently squatted over the empty bucket.  My breasts felt huge and heavy on my chest.  Elka put her rubber gloves on and pulled the nozzle out of my asshole.  The sensation made me yelp.

Now that it came down to it, I had a hard time letting go with Elka standing so close to me, watching intently with arms crossed.  A wave of shyness and embarrassment swept over me.  I looked up at her, begging silently for a show of mercy.  She just observed dispassionately.

Finally the inevitable happened.  Exhausted sphincter muscles won out over social conditioning.  With a horribly loud sound, my body let go and shot gallon after gallon of warm, wet, messy brown water into the bucket.  It seemed to go on forever and ever, and it was the most intense sensation I think I have ever experienced.  At last it was all done, and I realized I was weeping.

Elka wiped me clean with a towelette, and disposed of her gloves.  She led me back to my kneeling position in center of the room, and clipped me back into my chain.  “You are a very pretty girl” she said.  She glanced furtively at the door, and untied the waistband of her white scrub pants.  She pulled them down around her thighs.  She was wearing electric blue panties.  She pulled aside the fabric of her panties and I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her snatch, black and pink and shaved bare.  She ran a finger up and down her slit, and offered it up to me.  It was covered in her slick wetness.  I took it eagerly into my mouth and sucked it clean.

I hadn’t tasted another girl since I had been in college.  Elka tasted amazing and I instantly wanted more: salty, slick, clean, feminine.  She pulled her pants back up, straightened her shirt, flashed me a toothy smile, picked up the bucket, and left me alone.

I realized that the wetness on my thighs had leaked directly out of my pussy.  My clit felt like it was the size of a ripe plum.  Scrunching my thighs together made squishing sounds and felt good, but ultimately only served to make me more frustrated.  My arms, cuffed behind my back, were starting to get the pins-and-needles.

The doctor came back in the room, followed closely by Elka.  She uncuffed my hands, and allowed me to shake my hands out before posing me on all fours like a dog.  Meanwhile the doctor was fiddling with some equipment.

I had to physically resist the urge to bring my hand up between my legs, to pet my aching sex, to rub my cunt against the doctor’s pant-covered leg like a dog in heat.

“You’re doing an excellent job,” the doctor told me as if he could read my mind, “It will only be a few more minutes.”

He affixed two clamps with small weights dangling from them to my erect nipples.  The pain was sharp at first and I wasn’t at all sure I could take it, but then it settled down into a dull ache that harmonized nicely with the ache in my clit.

“Ok,” he said, “Shall we get down to business?”  He slapped me hard across the backside with a suddenness and ferocity that made me cry out.

Just as I was starting to be really aware of the pain from the first blow, he slapped me again, just as hard, on the other ass cheek.  Elka looked on smiling as he beat me.  Pain and heat washed over my body as he spanked me without mercy.  I wept piteously, begging incoherently for him to stop, but he paid me no mind.  I don’t know how long he spanked me, but the next day I had bruises and stinging red welts all over my butt to remind me of the visit and to savor during the week.  Later I would masturbate while tracing the imprint of his fingers on my ass.

Finally it was done, and I was left a sobbing, sticky mess, my ass on fire.

In the meanwhile, Elka had taken a dildo from the cabinet.  It was black and realistically molded, way bigger than any toy I had at home.  She poured clear lube all over it.  “Like this?” she asked, “I hope you do because it is going straight up your ass.”

She pressed the lubed-up silicone cock against my asshole and I gasped.  The pressure of the huge dildo invading made me whimper, but to my surprise it wasn’t at all painful, it didn’t split me open or tear me apart; and after the initial shock of entry, the sensation felt amazingly, surprisingly good.  I felt myself humping back against the invading toy.

“That’s a good girl.” Elka’s hand felt soft on the small of my back as she slid her big black dick in and out of my hungry ass.

Meanwhile, the doctor had stepped out of his charcoal-colored slacks and was pulling off his white briefs.  His erect dick was on the shorter side, but exceedingly thick, with a bulbous scarlet head that was oozing clear precome.  He tore the wrapper off a latex condom and rolled it carefully down his shaft.

Elka shoved the dildo up my butt extra-vigorously, and I groaned involuntarily.  The doctor slapped me across the face, hard, first one cheek then the other.  It stung.  The clamps on my dangling tits swung and ached deliciously.

The doctor grabbed a fistful of my hair and jammed my face down on his cock.  I sucked him eagerly through the condom as he fucked my mouth.  I couldn’t really breathe, but I didn’t really care.  He was grunting and moaning as he slammed his engorged cock in and out of my mouth, and I could tell he was about to come.  Suddenly his body went rigid, and he pulled me hard into him so that my nose was buried in his prickly black pubic hair and his balls were pressed against my chin.  I sucked with everything I had, swirling my tongue all over the latex material covering his shaft.He growled, a long, drawn-out guttural animal noise, and shot off, filling the condom with his semen.  As his cock twitched spastically in my mouth, Elka took one long slippery wet finger, reached down between my thighs and oh-so-gently stroked my aching clitoris.

I came harder and longer and louder than I had ever come before.

I stood up on my knees and masturbated while the doctor disposed of the used condom and pulled his pants back on.  While I fingered my clit and dripping pussy, Elka hugged me from behind, alternately fondling my breasts and tugging fiercely on the nipple clamps until I came again, shaking and moaning.

Elka gently removed the dildo from my poor abused backside, and took off the nipple clamps and the collar around my neck, and led me to a small room with a shower stall where I cleaned up and changed back into my street clothes.

I was lost in a hazy cloud of endorphins as Elka led me down to hall to the reception area (a separate area from the waiting room, with its own exit to the street).  The doctor met me there.

“I think we made a good deal of progress this time.” I nodded enthusiastically.  My ass throbbed where it had been beaten and invaded, and my clit was still swollen and tender.  “Is next week at this time going to be good for you?”

Again I nodded, and he wrote down the date and time on a business card which I accepted with trembling hands.  “I think we are going to enjoy working together” he said, smiling amusedly but warmly.

I took the elevator down to the street, where it was still raining hard.  I was going to be late for work.  I headed uptown toward my office, ass cheeks still stinging in my panties, nipples sore and swollen in my bra, uptown through the rain toward real life and home and work and husband and dinner and bills and chores.  I was already counting the days until next weeks’ appointment.

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Rape Fantasy

June 29, 2009 at 6:04 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , , ,

One Friday night, as we cuddled together and basked in the afterglow of a bout of some truly delicious but utterly vanilla sex, my boyfriend Saleem asked me a question that made me raise my eyebrows:

“Jen, have you ever had a rape fantasy?”

I was totally in love with Saleem that year; if I could have been anyone in the world at the time, I would have been him.  He was beautiful, smart and funny, generous, kind, intelligent and loving.  We had been together a year, and had shared an apartment in Williamsburg for the past six months.  He was great, a real keeper.  The only problem, as far as I was concerned, was that he was a little… tame in bed.

There was nothing wrong with his sex drive, far from it.  And vanilla is a nice flavor too.  But whenever I suggested anything even remotely kinky, the answer was always the same:

Bondage play, golden showers?  “Hmm, sounds interesting.”

Threesomes, spanking?  “That could be fun.”

Anal sex, exhibitionism?  “Could be interesting.”

Role playing, dildos?  Well you get the picture.  He was always positive but noncommittal, and it never happened. Saleem’s idea of kinky was going down on me with the lights on.  And he was pretty freaking good at that, I have to say.

So that is why I was surprised when Saleem asked me about rape fantasy.  He had never talked about his sexual fantasies before, and I was pleased to hear him opening up.

“Yeah” I said, giving him a squeeze “I bet most people have.”

“Would you ever… you know… want to act it out?”  Saleem got embarrassed easily talking about sex.  This was by far the most he had ever shared with me about his own fantasies.

“Sure” I said “That would be a blast.”  Play rape wasn’t really very high on my personal list of fantasies, but I had told Saleem many times that I was up for anything.  And hey, it might just be fun.

“Could be interesting” Saleem said.  I could tell he was turned on again.  He crawled on top of me, and we sixty-nined until his talented tongue had given me a couple yummy orgasms, and his big beautiful cock had spurted a fresh load of come into my hungry mouth.

The next day was Saturday, and we rode our bikes to the park and had a picnic and played Frisbee with friends.  Then we rented a movie, drank beer, and crashed out.

I woke up early on Sunday morning, and ran upstairs to have a little chat with our neighbor Audrey.

Audrey didn’t look like a dyke; at least I didn’t think so.  She had big eyes and ears that stuck out and seemed almost pointed at the ends.  She actually looked more than a little like a Tolkien elf.  She was waif-thin, with almost non-existent hips and butt, and a nearly flat chest.  She had fine features, a pleasant laugh, and hair down to the middle of her shoulder blades that varied wildly in color from day to day.  It could be anywhere from magenta to electric blue.  Today it was bleach blonde.  She had a tiny nose stud, but aside from that and the hair, she dressed fairly conservatively.  She wore more makeup than I ever did.  She worked in some dot-com where she pulled long hours and made money by the wheelbarrow full.

Audrey and I had slept together once, when Saleem and I had first moved in to the building.  It had been a lapse of judgment on my part, but even though I felt really guilty about it, I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret the incident.  Audrey might be a skinny little thing, but I swear her tongue was about three feet long and she could do push-up with it.  Holy shit, the things she had done with that tongue…!

The three of us had become friends, and we hung out fairly often.  Sometimes Audrey would hit on me, but not too hard.  I had hinted broadly to Saleem that I was attracted to her and wouldn’t mind watching him fuck her, but the only response I got was “Hmmm. Could be fun.”

When Saleem woke up, we had a hot cup of coffee ready for him.  His hands were cuffed and tied securely to the headboard, and his feet were velcroed to a spreader bar; these were items that had come down with us from Audrey’s apartment.  We had thought about gagging him, but had decided against it.  For now.

“What the hell is going on?” he spat as he struggled into consciousness.  Saleem has never been much of a morning person. “Jen, untie me, let me go!”

“Do you want the coffee or not?” I asked coldly “Bitch”

“Yes” he said, as Audrey brought the mug to his lips.  He drank deeply “Please tell me what is going on?”

“Fuck you” Audrey said, putting the cup down on the side table and slapping him across the face.  I winced, that was hard. “You’re ours now Cunt.  Our property.”

“What?” Saleem looked over at me.

“Shut the fuck up Bitch” I told him sternly “And things will go easier for you.”

“I’ve got to pee” he complained.

“So what’s stopping you?” asked Audrey, picking up an empty pint glass from the dresser.

When it became clear that we weren’t going to untie him or let him up to use the bathroom, Saleem realized that he would have to pee in the cup or humiliate himself by pissing all over himself and the bed.  Audrey held his limp penis, and he tried to go, but he couldn’t release.  It was cute watching him struggle to relieve his swollen bladder.  I probably didn’t help matters much by pressing on his stomach.  Finally, nature took over, and Saleem let go with a yellow flood that seemed to go on forever.  We laughed at him as Audrey directed the stream into the glass.  I was a little worried that it would be more than the pint glass could hold, but it wasn’t.

We left him there to stew for a little while, while we flushed his urine, and smoked a joint in the living room.  I was having a lot of fun, and seeing my boyfriend naked and helpless on the bed was more of a turn-on then I ever would have thought.

When we came back, pleasantly stoned, he again begged us to let him go.  It was kind of cute, but it got annoying.  Audrey had to gag him with a pair of my dirty panties just to shut him up.  Saleem struggled and glared, but he wasn’t going anywhere.

Audrey and me started making out on the foot of the bed.  At first it was mostly just to tease him, but we got really into it.  Pretty soon I had all but forgotten about Saleem and his predicament there on the bed with us.  Audrey is a really good kisser, but I had forgotten just how good she is.   I got lost in her lips and her tender touch.  Clothes went flying, and before long, we were down to panties.  Audrey was all over my tits, which she seemed to enjoy immensely.  I was playing with her nipples, which were smallish, brown, hard as rocks, and pierced with thick gold rings.  She moaned as I tugged hard on her rings, distending her titties as she sucked on my own sensitive nipples.  My clit was humming, and my panties were drenched.

I looked over and realized that Saleem had grown an erection while Audrey and I had been playing.  I pointed this out to her.

“You fucking little slut” Audrey snarled “You got turned on watching me with your girlfriend, didn’t you?” Saleem nodded.  She slapped his dick hard, which only seemed to make him harder “You’re lucky we don’t cut your balls off, you know that?”

Turning to me, she said “I think it’s time he got a taste of pussy, don’t you?”

I agreed, though I would happily have been the one tied up between Audrey’s thighs at that moment.  She pulled off her high-cut bikini underwear, revealing just how naked she was.  Audrey had waxed her cunt recently, and there wasn’t a hair to be found down there, she was bald as Patrick Stewart.  She sported a tattoo that I love on her left ass-cheek of winged faerie girl, legs spread wide, masturbating with two delicate fingers

I felt just a twinge of jealousy as Audrey undid Saleem’s gag and crawled on for a ride.  She sat on his face, mercilessly rubbing her bald snatch up and down on his tongue.  From the sounds she was making, he was doing a pretty damn good job down there too.  The man gave good head, that was a fact, and Audrey seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Meanwhile I pulled off my own more than damp underwear, and fumbled with the straps of Audrey’s harness.

The dildo that she had fixed onto it wasn’t that huge.  It was black and silicone, and realistically shaped, down to a pair of balls that were supposed to stimulate your clit.  A lipstick vibrator fit into a slot at the base.  It hummed pleasantly against my pussy.

Audrey was bent over Saleem’s face now, her small tits hanging down, rings glistening and jerking as he tongued her distended clit.  I crawled on top of him, enjoying the sensation of his hard penis sliding down my stomach.  It felt weird to have a big fake cock projecting from my crotch, waggling every time I moved.  Weird, but not unpleasant.

Audrey’s asscheeks were spread wide apart as Saleem pleasured her, and I just couldn’t resist licking her sexy ass.  I licked up and down her crack, teasing her until her little rosebud was gasping and winking for attention.  Finally I pressed my tongue into her hole, tasting her earthy, sexy taste, driving my tongue as far up her backside as I could while Saleem slurped away at her wet cunt.  She came, cussing like an ironworker and grinding onto Saleem’s mouth.

While she recovered, Saleem and I kissed.  She was all over his face, and I liked tasting her slick wetness on him.  It made kissing him feel nasty and naughty.  There was no more whining to be let go, and his nice big cock was harder than ever.

“The little slut is a pretty good pussy-eater” Audrey said “Not as good as you though.”  I blushed at the memory.  “I think he’s ready to get fucked, don’t you?”

That was when Saleem notice the strap-on for the first time.  His eyes went wide, but he didn’t say anything.

Together, we rolled him over and onto his knees.  “Make him suck your cock” Audrey told me.

I offered the dildo to him, and he obediently opened his mouth and started sucking.  He looked cute like that, but it didn’t really do that much for me.  The little vibrator was buzzing away inside the silicone cock, but it wasn’t being pressed against me enough to do that much.  I reached down and fingered myself as Saleem sucked.  I was surprised to find just how wet I had become; joy juice was literally flowing down the insides of my thighs.

“I think he’s enjoying this” I told Audrey “Horny little slut.”  I grabbed a handful of hair and forced Saleem down on my phallus until he choked and gagged.  I held his head down there.  When I finally let him up, his face was all red and he was gasping for air.  What a feeling of power!

Meanwhile, Audrey had retrieved the little bottle of AstroGlide from the bedside table, and was applying it to Saleem’s cute little backside.  He jumped a little the first time she touched him there, but then he seemed to relax.  I couldn’t WAIT to fuck that little hole!

“I think he’s ready” Audrey told me.  I disengaged my cock from Saleem’s mouth, and joined her behind my boyfriend.  Audrey had her forefinger buried to the knuckle in his puckered asshole, and she was sliding it in and out.  I was so horny at that point I thought I might shoot come right out the end of my silicone dildo.

Audrey removed her finger, and I just couldn’t help but lick him there a little bit.  He moaned and sighed as my tongue invaded his nether regions.  Audrey kept her hand on his balls, giving them a firm squeeze now and then, just to make sure he didn’t get too worked up.

“Are you ready to get fucked up the ass?” she asked rhetorically “Do you want to feel what Andrea feels when you fuck her asshole?”

“He’s never fucked me back there.” I told her.

“Is that true?” she asked.  He nodded ‘Yes’.

“Well we’ll have to change that later on, won’t we?”

“Oh yeah” I said, “We definitely need to change that!”

Audrey helped me get the end of my cock positioned at his anus.  She squirted a little extra lube on just for good measure.  Then she repositioned herself so that Saleem could, if he craned his neck, get his tongue on her wide open pussy.  “Fuck him” she told me “Fuck that fucking little slut bitch.”

I wanted to tease him a little first.  As he lapped at Audrey’s pussy and she rubbed her clit and pulled on her nipples, I drew the dildo up and down his ass crack, nudging it against his ball sac and tickling his asshole.  He pressed back eagerly whenever the end of it contacted his anus.

“Goddamn it!” he exploded “Come on Jen, stop teasing and fuck me already!”

“Say ‘please’!” I chided

“Please… Please fuck my ass!”

That was enough for me.  I pressed forward, and his asshole opened up, and suddenly the head of my black silicone cock disappeared inside his anus.  Saleem moaned loudly, throwing back his head and squeezing his eyes closed tight.  I think it was a happy moan.  I thrust forward a little more, and he humped back toward me, burying the fat dildo inch by inch into his hungry asshole.  He was tight, so I took it slow, but I wasn’t gentle.  I slapped his sweet buns hard as I buried my cock in his sexy little butt.  I liked seeing my handprint raised on his light brown flesh.  It looked sexy.

Once I was all the way up inside, I started fucking him in earnest, grabbing a fistful of his hair and mashing his face into Audrey’s cunt.  I fucked him hard and selfishly.  I was surprised at how goddamn good it felt.  Aside from the raw sexual power of taking my lover this way, aside from the delightful visual spectical of the slippery black cock sliding in and out of Saleem’s ass while he strained to orally pleasure sexy naked Audrey, the little vibrator in the base of the dildo was really doing its work now, humming against my throbbing clit with every thrust.  I was a little surprised to discover that I was actually going to come from this.  I fucked him harder.  He moaned out loud from between Audrey’s pale thighs.

I came, pulling on my nipples and grinding my clit against his butt.  Every inch of my cock was buried in his asshole.  My legs were soaked and slippery with my own juice.  Gently, I disengaged the dildo from his poor abused little asshole, and slipped out of the harness.

Audrey kissed me, and fingered my totally wet pussy.  “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen” she whispered in my ear.  “Poor thing” she said aloud “Don’t you think we ought to let him come?”

Saleem’s cock was swollen and the head was bright purple and leaking clear precome all over his tummy.  I would have loved to have taken him in my mouth, but Audrey had other ideas.

“I want to fist him” she said

“I don’t know if I can take it” Saleem said quietly

“Do you think he can take it?” I asked.  Audrey has small hands, but they aren’t that small.

“Oh he’ll take it alright” she said, smiling evilly “He will if he wants to come anyway.”

Saleem still had his doubts, but we ignored him.  We got him onto his back on the bed, knees in the air, feet still lashed to the spreader bar, asshole exposed and vulnerable.

Audrey covered her hand in lube, squirting more on his poor tender anus for good measure, as I softly stroked his cock and pinched his little nipples.  He was really close to coming, I could tell.

Audrey was soon fucking him with three slippery fingers.  He accepted them easily, and seemed to enjoy her attention.  I rubbed his cock very softly, careful not to push him over the edge.

Audrey added a fourth finger, and he winced.  “You don’t get to get off” I reminded him “Until her whole fist is up there.”

Audrey was trying to get her thumb in.  Her hand was now shaped like the bill of a duck.  I wouldn’t have thought that poor Saleem’s ass was so pliable, but he was spread wide open.  His cock looked like it was about to explode.  It was trembling, and the purple veins were bulging out.  I removed my hand, and petted my own needy clit.

Suddenly he opened up, Audrey pressed forward, and her hand disappeared inside him up to her slender wrist.  They both gasped aloud in surprise and pleasure.  Audrey’s fingers were busy between her own legs.  I brought my hand to his engorged cock, to jerk him to a well-deserved climax.  Saleem’s body writhed and bucked and twisted as Audrey fist-fucked him and I moved my hand wildly up and down his beautiful dick. His orgasm seemed to last forever, squirting what seemed like gallons of semen all over his chest, my face, and Audrey’s tits.

We untied him, and removed Audrey’s hand, and let him get up and go to the bathroom.  After a shower, the three of us spent most of the rest of the day in bed, alternately fucking, sucking, cuddling and napping.

Later, when Audrey had gone home, Saleem told me “Jen that was incredible.  I never would have imagined that such a thing could be so pleasurable.”

“Hey” I said “It was your fantasy.”

Then it struck me: when he had said ‘Rape Fantasy’ you don’t suppose he had meant ME being the one who got raped, do you?

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Switching It Up

June 22, 2009 at 3:40 pm · Filed under erotica ·Tagged , , ,

I was fresh out of the shower. My skin was clean and pink. As I sprawled on the bed in the Saturday morning sunlight, I could hear Elise in there, running the water, and my cock twitched with anticipation.

We were going to be switching it up that day, and I could hardly wait. Usually it’s me who does the tying up, administers the spankings. Which is a ton of fun, believe me, but now and then its nice to get to relax and be on the receiving end of things.

Elise came back into the bedroom, resplendent in her nakedness. I admired her perfect little breasts and the soft triangle of golden hair between her legs. She carefully bound my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, leaving me spread-eagled, flat on my back. My penis was already heavy and halfway hard between my legs as I imagined what was going to be coming next.

“Is that my cell phone ringing?” she asked. I couldn’t hear anything. She slipped out of the room, and I heard a muffled one-way conversation. I couldn’t make out any words beyond ‘yeah, uh-huh’. She flounced back into the room, grinning like a Cheshire cat, pulled on a baggy pair of jeans (no underwear) and a t-shirt that did little to conceal her jiggly little breasts.  She gathered her long blonde hair into a pony tail, fluttered a little ‘Goodbye’ wave, and disappeared.

It’s hard to say exactly how much time passed. I couldn’t see the clock; I didn’t have any frame of reference. My guess would be more than half an hour, but less than a couple hours. My mood shifted from excited horniness to bored frustration to annoyance. I had an itch on my nose that I couldn’t do anything about. I tested and tugged at my bonds.  Nothing; I was securely fastened to the bed.  I was just about to abandon all dignity and start hollering her name out loud when I heard the front door open and shut.

I heard hushed girly voices in the hall, and stifled giggling, and then they burst into the bedroom. Elise was followed closely by Jenny, our downstairs neighbor.

I’d had a crush on Jenny for a while, though I hadn’t told Elise about it. I thought Jenny was sexy as hell. She didn’t have a supermodel’s stick figure, but her body was all exuberant curves and softness, and she had a wild mop of flame red hair and a plump pair of boobs. How many times had I watched that plump sexy ass wiggling down the street or up the stairs, and wondered what exactly was going on under the skirt or the blue jeans that concealed it?

I felt deeply self conscious as the girls brazenly ogled me, pointing and giggling at my nakedness and vulnerability.   “He’s pretty cute naked,” Jenny said, “I want to see him with a hard dick.”  Then Elise put her arms around Jenny and they started open-mouth kissing right in front of me.

For the moment, I seemed to be completely forgotten. They were kissing passionately, totally wrapped up in each other. Elise had wriggled out of her shirt, and Jenny was all over her beautiful little tits, sucking on the pink up-turned nipples. Elise was trying to get Jenny’s white camisole off, and Jenny had her hands down Elise’s pants. Finally the top came off, and Jenny’s big round breasts spilled out into the room.

The girls tumbled onto the bed, jostling me in my tied-up state. Without even noticing it, I had developed a raging erection just watching them make out. Elise kissed me on the lips and playfully tweaked my nipples, making them hard and poiky. Then she was all over Jenny, pulling off her flower-print skirt, revealing yellow and pink bikini panties which were lying on the bedroom floor in very short order.

Jenny had a lovely body. Both me and Elise were enchanted. Her breasts were large and globular, with big pink erect nipples that pointed slightly off to either side. Her soft round belly was accented with a navel ring. Her pussy was soft and plump and totally bare. I’d never seen that before in real life, outside of porn. I had to admit it looked really good on her. I liked that you could see every bit, every single fold of her sex. I didn’t have much of a chance to gape though, because Jenny climbed up on top of me, straddling my face, and presenting her wide-open, slippery wet pussy to my tongue. Her fat pink clit strained out to touch me. I happily obliged, slurping up and down between her labia and flicking her clitoris up and down and left and right while she ground herself off on me. She tasted clean and female and sexy. I could feel my cock leaking wetness onto my tummy as I licked. She came fast, she came hard and loud, and I couldn’t breathe for a while, but I kept licking all the way through it.

When she was finally done coming, she shifted herself, removing her pussy from my soaking wet slick face. She presented her ass to me, spreading her cheeks obscenely. Her tiny little rosebud winked at me. “You know what I want,” she told me, “Go ahead. You know exactly what to do, don’t you?”

I certainly did. I caught a glimpse of Elise (now fully naked) fondling Jenny’s breasts, and then I dove right in. I teased her as long as I could stand to, running my tongue up and down the crack of her ass and kissing all around, avoiding that needy little hole until she was moaning out loud with frustration and desire. I flicked her asshole with the tip of my tongue, and she sighed, and I felt a hand -somebody’s hand- on my poor neglected cock. I ate her ass out like a dog licking out a tin can, driving my tongue as far up her asshole as I could. She certainly seemed to enjoy the ride. Her fingers were busy on her own clit as I licked.  The hand slowly and softly petting my dick was driving me insane: never stimulating me quite enough to bring me off or even very close; just stringing me along. It was a delicious kind of frustration.

Finally Jenny climbed off, which was probably for the best because my tongue was starting to cramp up. She flashed me a big fat smile and said to Elise, “Oh, he’s gooood!”  They both giggled raucously, and kissed some more.  My cock twitched helplessly.

Then the girls started to give me a double blowjob, which was really amazing, and sexy as hell to watch: me tied up and helpless while two hot naked women worked over my dick. But distressingly quickly they got all distracted by each other again and started kissing and touching and playing with each other’s tits.  And then they seemed to forget all about me for a while.

I was treated to an awesome view of Jenny eating out Elise’s juicy, golden-haired petite-lipped pussy. Then they moved into a 69 position right next to me on the bed.   Just watching the show made my cock stand straight up like a flag pole. I wanted to get off, I wanted to touch my dick, to make myself come. I was humping the air with frustration, leaking clear pre-come like a drain spout, but there was no way. I just had to lay there and suffer.

Elise (who was on the bottom) was lapping hungrily at Jenny’s clit, and had two fingers up her wet twat, finger fucking our sexy neighbor with a vengeance.  I could see Jenny’s anus winking between her cheeks, and wanted so bad it hurt to bury my cock in that sweet little hole.

Finally the girls came, first Elise in muffled, high-pitched gasps; then Jenny, wailing and snarling and moaning and kicking her legs. They disentangled, and came up, kissing each other with sticky, wet lips, grinning and giggling.

“He likes taking it up the ass.” Elise informed Jenny. I was a little of mortified. Nobody except Elise had ever known that about me. I felt myself blushing, a deep red full-body blush.  My erection flopped against my tummy, and my balls ached.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Jenny said sweetly, “There’s nothing wrong with liking that. I like it up the butt from time to time myself.  I think it’s hot.”

Elise untied my ankles and pressed my knees back toward my ears. I felt terribly vulnerable, exposed. Jenny had located our bottle of lube, and was slicking up her fingers.

The lube felt cool against my asshole. I wanted it, but I couldn’t relax. Jenny was patient. Elise less so: she started smacking my ass-cheeks, HARD, which stung like a mother-fucker.  She pinched and twisted and pulled on my poor little nipples until I was begging and whining for mercy.  This made both the girls grin.

Jenny’s finger finally worked its way up inside, probing and stretching me. It felt so good. I realized that I was moaning out load. “He really likes it,” Jenny gloated, “Mmm what a nasty little slut.”

She slid her finger in and out of me like a miniature cock. I got into the rhythm of it, relaxing and letting myself enjoy the sensation. Jenny’s big tits swung with every little movement. She poured on more lube and added another finger.

I looked over and saw Elise, kneeling next to us, eyes fixed on my goods. She had fetched her blue vibrator out of the drawer, and it was buzzing happily away, sliding in and out of her sopping wet pussy and grinding against her clit.

Jenny had three or maybe even four fingers up inside me, stretching me to my utmost. She was fucking me hard, with a vengeance, making her boobs shake. I was going to come at any second. It was amazing, indescribable, beyond pleasure or pain, almost more than I could take. My body arched up to meet her every stroke. Fingers buried deep inside my body, she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and traced the underside of my cock, following the vein that led from my balls slowly all the way up to the head. When her tongue touched my swollen purple cock head, I shot off. I screamed something, I don’t even know what, out loud, and my body spasmed and unloaded. The first jet squirted up my chest, all the rest went straight into Jenny’s mouth. My orgasm seemed to go on and on as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. At last my limp penis slipped from Jenny’s reluctant mouth, and she extracted her fingers from my tender butt. Elise untied me, and we all took turns showering, then got dressed and went out for a late breakfast.

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