#erotic stories

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Its been a very productive past two months as I’ve uploaded 6 new chapters so far, and got more irons in the fire coming up. To all my fans who have been waiting patiently for new chapters, well, you’ll be getting them this summer.

A long hot shower had washed away the fatigue of my hard days’ work, but still another boring night loomed ahead. Anyone who thinks it’s fun to work away from home and stay in hotels clearly hasn’t done it too often.

My reflection in the full length mirror looked back at me and made me pause to pose and indulge in a moment of self evaluation. Not bad really, I mentally refused to add “for my age”, just not bad.

A woman still in her prime looked at me reflecting my frustration at being cooped up in this room. For a moment she seemed, in my mind, to be so real. I thought she was going to say something to me but she thought better of it. Instead, her hands rose from where they’d been resting on her firm slightly muscular thighs, her nails scraped over fine delicate skin until they reached her small, firm breasts topped with nipples that were clearly tight and hard. Her fingers caressed the bullet like points forcing her to close her eyes and rob us both of the erotic images we’d been sharing.

As the reflection in the mirror faded, her arousal became my own again, electric pulses jumped from my fingers onto my warm flesh. I wondered if she was still enjoying herself, my eyes opened and she returned my knowing smile.

We understood each other perfectly.

Our eyes lowered, watching each other as fingers slid over slim smooth stomachs down to freshly shaved mounds before slipping surprisingly easily between lips that had only known our own touch for far too long.

With an angry shake of the head I tore myself away from my likeness in the mirror, chastising myself for accepting that, yet again, my own company would be all I needed. Banishing the lethargy from my brain I reached for the wardrobe door determined to at least visit the hotel bar for a drink and be in the company of other humans for a short time tonight. Maybe someone would strike up a conversation because there’s no place more lonely than being on your own in a crowd.

I was travelling light so choosing what to wear took no time at all. The plain dark blue dress was nothing special, but at least the large white buttons running down the front lent it an air of accessibility. I really wanted sexy underwear but it had all been left at home.

The little devil on my shoulder was telling me to go without, it would be a thrill knowing I was in a crowd naked under my dress. The angel on my other shoulder told him not to be stupid and pulled a boring pair of plain white panties out of the suitcase. I don’t normally wear a bra, one of the advantages of small breasts, so a pair of black peep toe shoes completed the limited ensemble. With doubts still flowing through my brain, I arrived at the bar and ordered my first Gin & Tonic of the evening. Like all avid people watchers, I looked for a comfortable seat in a corner and sat back for what I expected to be a very short and probably quite boring evening.

The bar filled quickly and it wasn’t long before I was congratulating myself on having a seat and a table.

“Is anyone sitting here?”

I hadn’t seen you approaching and the last thing I wanted was to be hit on by some creep, but a quick glance revealed a smart attractive man probably of a similar age to myself. I couldn’t honestly claim the seat was taken and anyway, the next option could be a lot worse so I waved my acceptance trying not to give you too much encouragement.

“Thanks for saying yes, can I buy you another drink to say thank you properly?”

I politely refused of course, that’s one of the rules of the game. You didn’t push the point, but your eyes and the knowing smile playing across your lips clearly said that you also understood the rules and you would wait patiently for me to change my mind.

I was forced to return the smile with interest, happily accepting that you’d won this round.

“Oh all right, a Gin & Tonic please. Thank you.”

I watched as you moved to the bar, maybe tonight wasn’t going to be a total write off after all.

Thankfully, even after the normal pleasantries were dispensed with, conversation was easy, you had a relaxed manner and put me at ease, you didn’t seem at all uncomfortable with me either. Long before we ran out of sober conversation, the flow of alcohol had stimulated the flow of words and we were chatting like old friends. You had a good line in jokes, mostly dirty ones and you were more than happy to run through your repertoire once you found that you had a willing audience. At the time, I didn’t even notice how you gradually became more risky in topics and questions, and so it didn’t seem at all out of place when you asked me if I had any sexual fantasies.

“Of course,” I laughed. “Don’t we all. Do you?”

“Oh yes, I love fantasies, will you tell me one of yours?”

In the silence that followed, our lives changed in a way we could never have foreseen.

“I think I want you to go first.”

I felt like a little girl, excited, nervous, but nowhere near ready to take that leap into telling you what fantasies my dirty little mind concocted when I was alone.

“OK, do you mind if I make you the subject of my fantasy as I tell it? It makes it more real for me if I can tell it as if you were the woman I take on my journey.”

You didn’t wait for an answer, but pulled your chair closer to mine and carried on.

“We would meet for the first time in a strange City, perhaps a carnival is on, we could be anywhere, maybe somewhere exotic like Rio, that’s not important. We get on well and I ask you to come with me, see the sights, visit local bars and leave the tourist trail far behind.”

As you talked, one of your hands rested on my arm, I was aware of your touch and I liked it. The other hand gesticulated, describing where we were, what we were doing. Somehow, your voice and the way you involved me in your fantasy had captured my imagination.

“I’d take you by the hand and we would run into the street like a pair of teenagers, no thought as to what we’d do or where we’d go.”

For a moment, I was in Rio, hearing the sounds of the carnival all around me, surrounded by vibrant colours that seemed to capture my soul.

Your hand caressing my knee snapped me back to reality. I didn’t want your story to end, but the journey of your fingers under the hem of my dress had to. I rested my hand on yours; firmly pushing you back to my knee. I paused before mentally accepting that I wanted to leave your hand there, a slight squeeze reassured you that your touch was pleasing me just don’t move too fast.

I drained the contents of my glass, shaking my head to clear my mind of the images that had formed. Thoughts of what I was sure you wanted to do to me made me squirm in my seat.

I lost your words in the turmoil of my own thoughts. Vague sounds of your animated voice rang in my ears but I had to ask you to repeat what you’d said.

“Let’s do it, let’s go and do it right now.”

For a second I thought you’d just made the most direct invitation to have sex that I’d ever heard, but before I could react, you’d risen from your seat and taken my hand in yours.

“Come on, please Roz, come with me, let’s walk, find a local pub be free spirits. I promise I’ll look after you.”

Even as I stuttered through a series of mild protests I found myself being led, not too gently, across the crowded bar and out into the street. Your childish enthusiasm carried me away, possibly aided by several Gin & Tonics. People stared at us as we ran through the crowd, you dragging me along behind. It took me several minutes to slow you down enough to speak.

A myriad of conflicting thoughts and sensations flooded my brain and every nerve in my body. My nipples were excruciatingly sensitive where they’d rubbed against the fabric of my dress as we ran. Electric currents shot like lightening bolts from the hard tips of my breasts directly into my mind and a point somewhere down there between my hips. My thoughts were split among diverse feelings of elation at your excitement, trepidation at what I was allowing you to do and absolute lust from what was rapidly becoming a state of extreme arousal.

My chest was heaving with the exertion of our run, I knew without looking that my nipples were pushing at the fabric of my dress as if they were trying to reach out to you. I knew they were because your eyes told me.

“Everybody’s looking at us Cliff, they think we’re mad.” You stopped and faced me taking my hands in yours, holding me at arms length.

“We are Roz, we’re totally mad but look at them. They just walk on by, you’ve never seen them before and you’ll never see them again. Now let’s find a pub.” Without another word, you were off again, rushing down streets, glancing into windows and then on again until you found a small quaint pub that looked warm and inviting.

I followed you captivated by your energy and minutes later I was perched on a bar stool with you standing beside me pushing another glass into my hand. Gradually, my racing heart settled back into a normal rhythm but my racing hormones definitely didn’t. The first sip of my drink told me that this was at least a double. I gave you a quizzical look.

“Is that OK? I thought I owed you a large one for carrying you off into my fantasy, but you’re having fun, I know you are.”

All the time we talked your hand was resting on my arm, sometimes stroking or squeezing me gently. An almost imperceptible moan whispered between my lips and told you that the crook of my elbow was deliciously sensitive. Your fingers returned there, running lightly across my skin, pressing gently into my soft warm flesh. The images dancing in my head were of you touching a very different part of my body.

You knew the effect you were having on me. You demonstrated your skill as a seducer, tracing shapes across my arm, sending a request from your fingertips to my brain, asking if they could caress me until I couldn’t take any more. Your hand moved experimentally onto my knee but unlike last time I longed for you to run your fingers up to the sensitive flesh of my thigh.

I recognised the tingle in my brain. Was it the alcohol or the sensations of your hand caressing my leg? The hand moved, squeezing the skin above my knee, inching the thin fabric of my dress higher.

I didn’t stop you.

I felt a button pop and cool air drifted over my thigh where the warming cloth had fallen away. My nostrils sensed a delicate aroma that I knew so well,

I wondered if you recognised the faint sensual musk of a female in heat.

The palm of your hand created a warm patch on my exposed thigh, the tips of your fingers just inches from sampling the moisture I could feel soaking into the thin strip of cloth covering my womanhood. If I let you, you would touch me, I knew that. If I sat still and silent, maybe even opened my legs slightly, you would slip your hand under the last protective remnants of my dress and run your finger over the thin cotton barrier that was the final obstacle between your fingers and my womanly charms.

In a flash of realisation, I understood you. I knew what your fantasy was and that this was only the beginning.

I let my knees part an inch. The movement surprised you, your eyes shot up to see my smiling face.

“There are two men on a table over there who are watching us, does that turn you on Cliff?” My knees spread another inch.

Your body shook visibly; your tongue snaked out to coat lips that were dry with tension. I could feel the trembling of your body through your fingertips as they dug into the flesh at the top of my leg. I could almost feel your courage seeping away from you as you were faced with the possibility of a long held fantasy being realised. I leaned forward, my hands on your shoulders to let me whisper in your ear.

“Is this your real fantasy Cliff? Do you want to touch me while those men watch what you’re doing to me?”

My voice quivered with a mixture of fear and lust. Was I really going to let you put your hand under my dress right here in a public house?

I opened my legs wider, much wider, knowing that if I’d read this wrong I was making a fool of myself.

I wasn’t wrong.

You finally regained a small amount of control and hesitantly caressed the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, your hand crept further and further under my dress. I watched your eyes, looking for a reaction but all I saw was the glazed expression of a man who couldn’t believe that this was happening.

“Oh god yes, I’ve dreamt about it, god is this really happening? I’m so turned on. Jesus!”

You were savouring the moment, the tip of your middle finger paused. You must have been able to feel the heat emanating from my saturated sex, but you waited, enjoying the damp touch of your palm on my skin and your proximity to the fulfilment of a dream. Your eyes scanned the room easily picking out the faces of the two men who were watching us. They didn’t see you look; their eyes were riveted on the dark tunnel between my legs where your wrist vanished under the hem of my dress.

“They’re watching me touch you. God this is so horny. Are you sure Roz?” The depth of my breathing and the slightest nod gave you the answer you prayed for.

The last inch was finally bridged and I felt your finger slide over the damp cotton between my legs drawing an unladylike groan from somewhere at the back of my throat. I thought I was going to climax at that instant with just a single touch from your probing finger but my mind was lost in a maelstrom of sensations that held me back from my final release.

I felt the thickness of your erection pressing against the outside of my leg, even through your trousers I could sense the pulsing of the blood pumping into your rapidly hardening shaft. You pushed against me increasing the pressure; your hips moved slightly fucking my leg like the horny dog you were.

I was lost in the heady pleasure of your finger pushing the warm wet fabric of my panties into my slit, worming your way inside me as if you were intent on bursting through the thin obstacle between you and your dream. Defeated, you pulled the cloth aside allowing the first of your fingers to touch the soft flesh of my pussy. Copious juices held back by my sealed lips flooded your hand, soaking us both, running down to lubricate the first invading finger then the second one you were pushing up inside me.

You were pumping my open flower in time with your increasingly desperate thrusts against my thigh. In my imagination it was your shaft sliding in and out of my well oiled pussy walls not your fingers. An itching sensation began to build in my stomach as my orgasm built rapidly, god I needed this so much I would have done anything to make sure you finished me there and then.

I knew you were really turned on but I had to know just how much. The feel of you rubbing into my thigh, the bulge in your trousers getting harder and longer should have been enough, but I just had to touch you. My finger nails scraped over the rough fabric covering the shaft running down your thigh. I scratched round where I knew your helmet would be forcing more pre-cum into your pants. My reward was a noticeable wet patch growing where my hand squeezed your juices. I could imagine the slippery fluids oozing out of the tiny slit at the end of your lovely hard cock. Your eyes were glazed, opening and closing with the flow of my fingers up and down your erection.

I glanced across at our audience hoping, expecting to see anguished looks on their faces as their excitement mounted in parallel with ours. What I saw was them starting to move towards us. The determined looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know. A flash of imagery passed through my brain of them reaching us and their hands touching, grasping at my exposed flesh, the sound of tearing fabric as they prepared me to be taken by them both.

“Oh fuck Cliff, stop, look, we have to go.” My brain was telling me to stop but my body was screaming that I wanted to be bent over the bar and fucked until I passed out. The part of my brain that said we had to flee overruled the part that thought I should ignore the consequences. Your face was a picture of childlike bliss, you were totally lost in your fantasy world and it took a second for you to realise the danger we were in.

“God Cliff, come on we have to go.” The urgency in my voice clawed you back to reality. Seconds later we fled past the two hopefuls and with my mind still spinning I was rushing through crowded streets again with your arm round my waist. It was only when we were confident that we weren’t being followed that we slowed down. A few seconds later, we were laughing like children who had just got away with a terrible prank.

A kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions was blinding me to the reality of the situation I’d allowed you to create. Awareness of my own body was magnified by the alcohol and my growing need for sexual gratification caused in no small part by the memory of your fingers bringing me so close to the satisfaction I needed badly.

I also had to admit that it had turned me on knowing that those men had watched you touch me and that they had wanted to touch me as well.

You took my face tenderly between the palms of your hands and gazed deep into my eyes, I could feel you burrowing down to my soul.

“Are you turned on Roz, are you as excited as I am?” Meekly, I nodded my head.

Your eyes cast round and finding what you were looking for, you guided me towards an alleyway running off the main street, your voice guttural as you fought to speak through heaving lungs.

“How turned on are you Roz, you were amazing in the pub. If those men hadn’t interfered, you were going to cum weren’t you.” It was a statement, not a question; you knew how close I’d been when we had to run.

Nimble fingers fumbled with another dress button and I felt the cool breeze flow across the wet crotch of my panties like waves lapping on the shore. The bricks of the alley wall were hard and cold on my back as you eased me away from you to lean against it for support. Your eyes held mine, your hands gripped my waist, I could feel you trembling with excitement at what I was allowing you to do.

My eyelids closed, shutting out the sight of people rushing along the street only feet away from where you folded back the edges of my dress. I could feel your eyes feasting on my exposed body.

“Oh jesus this is so fucking amazing Roz.”

Your body pressed into mine, pinning me to the wall, your lips closed over my lips, your tongue sought out my tongue. Your right hand slid over my thigh prising my legs apart to cup my warm, moist pussy in the palm of your hand. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My wetness soaked you in seconds building a sheen of juice for your fingers to slide over me.

Your hand eased over the wet surface of my panties, pausing to stroke the fine skin covering my stomach muscles before pushing down again past the thin ribbon of elastic. Desperate fingers crawled down seeking the opening to my moist haven. My lips, already wet and open from your earlier onslaught parted willingly giving your fingers free access to delve over the fringe of my sex probing round the slippery nub of my clitoris.

Fingers explored my hairless mound, your reaction was unsurprising, how many men don’t enjoy the feel of a freshly shaven pussy.

“Ah fuck, you make me so horny Roz, I want to make you cum, right here in the alley. I want to fuck you with my fingers so that anyone who looks can see what I’m doing to you. Is that what you want?”

The weak elastic proved no resistance to even your gentle urging as you peeled the last fragment of clothing down to expose the smooth skin your fingers had caressed so lovingly. The scrap of fabric fell over my legs to lie on the ground at my feet before I kicked it away to allow my legs to open.

I’d answered your question.

I moaned loudly as the first finger slid easily past the barrier of my puffed up pussy lips, you curled it round to rub circles inside the walls of my sex rubbing onto my G-spot sending wave after wave of erotic sensations into my brain. You planted the thumb of your other hand onto my clit, smearing my jelly like excretions round the hardening nub. My orgasm started right away. I’d been so close in the pub, I couldn’t wait and in seconds my hips were jerking against your hands each thrust accompanied by a grunt of released tension until finally in an explosion of pent up pressure, I reached the climax I’d needed all night.

“Oh yes, yes, yes oh god please, just there, fuck, fuck, fuck ahhhhhh.”

I basked in the relief flowing through my nether regions while you slowly fingered me through a series of wonderful after shocks keeping me as high as a kite on sexual energy. You still had two fingers pleasuring me when you dropped to your knees and ran your rigid tongue over my clit. I didn’t stop cumming, a continuous wave of orgasms swept over me leaving my body twitching in one long spasm of joy.

The light shining into the alley dimmed suddenly, a dark shape blocked the amber glow from the distant street lights. All my instincts told me I had to run but I only had one foot on the ground, the other leg was wrapped over your shoulder opening my pussy for your educated tongue and pulling your face into the juicy folds of my sex. I was too absorbed in a myriad of feelings, my only cry sounded, even to me, like a cry of sexual bliss.

The silent shadow stopped several feet from where we were performing our lewd dance. For a brief moment, I suspected we’d attracted a passing official, but a policeman wouldn’t be rubbing his hand over his genitals, he wouldn’t need to check over his shoulder to see if anyone had followed him. He watched, the only visible sign that he was excited by our display was the distinctive movement of his arm. Was he rubbing himself through his trousers or did he have himself in hand, stroking flesh on flesh?

I was shaking with fear and trepidation as well as lust. I was at a sexual peak, nearing yet another climax as this stranger watched you eat my pussy and finger fuck me fast and hard. I was out of control; all logic had deserted me in our moment of depravity. I curled my finger towards our friend and waved him towards me, he hesitated, uncertain until I repeated the gesture.

The shape came closer, much closer. Big, dark hands made short work of the final buttons on my dress; the cooling drafts of air were soothing on my raw nipples but not for long as fingers began to pull at my tender flesh.

I felt you tense as you realised we weren’t alone, but I wanted your expert tongue to carry on pleasuring me, my hands dropped to your head, pulling your mouth back between my legs.

“Yeeessss, pull my nipples, please, squeeze them harder. Lick me Cliff, god you’re fucking good, don’t stop.”

I could only hope that my whispered words of encouragement would let you both know I wanted this. My right hand was pulled away from your hair; a strong grip guided me to a very hard cock sticking out from the groin of our new friend. I was hesitant at first until my tiny fingers were forcibly wrapped round him and I started to pull on his lengthening shaft with long, slow strokes. His first sound was a gasp of pleasure when my fingers drew over the ridge of his helmet, smearing pre-cum across the head of his engorged manhood.

A flicker of light above my head drew my attention like a moth to a flame. Faint voices drifted down from bodies silhouetted against the dim light bathing their balcony in a delicate glow. Eyeless shadows bent towards us, voyeurs feasting on the scraps they could discern in the uncertain light.

“Can you see them Tom, oh god she’s got two men with her darling, can you see?” The gentle whisper of a woman’s voice percolated down from above me. A low masculine moan confirmed to her that, yes, Tom could see.

You slid two fingers in and out of my pussy and flicked your tongue over my clit, circling and pressing, building the start of another climax way down inside me. I could feel my ambrosia coating your tongue and lips, spreading across the skin of your face until your cheeks were coated in my sweet smelling juices.

“Mmmm, god yes, lick me Cliff, ahhh so good.” My moans became dangerously loud, but I couldn’t fight the thrilling sensations surging from between my legs.

“Look at her face, she loves what they’re doing to her, look at the way they touch her body, touch me like that Tom, touch me like they touch her. Oh Tom darling tell me you would let me have two men.”

The hushed tones of our spectators carried to me in the still air, their voices contained no note of surprise, perhaps our activities weren’t the first time they had witnessed acts of passion below their window. A stifled moan, suffocated at birth suggested that Tom was happy to do as she asked.

Our stranger moulded my breasts, one hand on each small orb, kneading and working the firm flesh round and round building circles of pure pleasure. His fingers pinched at the hard berries that poked into his palms, sensitive and tender where they had rubbed across the harsh fabric of my clothing. I felt a wet patch growing on my thigh where his hard rod spread fluids across my skin, my hand rubbed him faster and faster. I could feel him bucking his hips to increase the stimulation. He wasn’t going to take long before he gave me his precious load.

“Ooohh, there, just there, don’t stop, ahhh, ahhh, yes.”

I had no idea who I was talking to, or who might be listening I just needed to release some of my pent up tension through meaningless words.

“Do that again my darling, please do it again.” The words could have been mine, telling you how much I wanted your tongue sliding into the folds of my pussy, but they came from higher. “Please Tom, put it in, fuck me now.”

My eyes might have deceived me but as they adjusted gradually to the subdued light I was sure I could make out the naked forms of our two lovers joining as they took in the live pornographic exhibition being played out below them. Their gasps and groans could be heard over our own, telling me the enjoyment they were sharing. I smiled in the darkness. Somehow I know she smiled as well.

My hand slid down over my stomach feeling your tongue chasing my slippery bud, coating my fingers in pussy juice before holding them up for my new lover. His nostrils twitched devouring the smell of my nectar before his tongue savoured the sweetness of my juices, licking my fingers clean of every precious morsel. The smell and taste were like a drug that sent his body into spasm fucking harder, faster into the canal my fingers formed round his expanded shaft. His hips jerked one last time, the first spurt of his release surged through the length of his rod sending a white glowing orb of seed in an arc to land on my thigh. I pulled, gripping the base of his cock tighter, urging him to give me all of his sperm. A second and third sphere hit my leg, gradually striking lower and lower until I was draining his final secretions with my fingers, smearing them over his rapidly softening erection.

All through the pleasure I was giving our visitor, your tongue lashed my clit whipping me into a frenzy. My leg wrapped round your head, the back of my knee pulled your face hard into my hips, forcing your mouth onto my dripping pussy. You were moaning or talking, or both but whichever, the vibrations rippled through me taking me to another place. My eyes closed, focusing my mind on the palpable lust between my legs and the mix of pleasure and pain emanating from our new acquaintance whose fingers still tore at my tender nipples.

Without the wall behind me and my thigh on your shoulder I would have collapsed in a heap. The leg I was standing on shook and felt too weak to support me, my breath rasped in my chest.

“Oh god. oh god, oh god.” I knew this one was going to consume me, every action was subconscious. I could feel myself fucking your face, forcing you harder and deeper to drive me to my climax. I could feel your fingers curled round inside my pussy pulling my clit onto your hard flat tongue as you held it rigid, shaking your head from side to side taking me higher and higher. Finally with a scream that must have been audible out in the street, my body shook through a wonderful orgasm that neither of you seemed to want to stop. It quickly became too much to bear.

“Ahhh fuck, stop, stop too much. Stop.”

Every nerve seemed to be in spasm, my body was jerking with powerful convulsions that were wonderful but simultaneously set my teeth on edge. Eventually you both slowed to a halt, my new friend gently cupped my breasts in his warm soothing hands. Your fingers held still, not leaving me empty but letting the tension drain out of my limbs. Your tongue lapped slowly round the hard ball bearing that was my clitoris, delivering only just bearable surges of lust to my over-stimulated brain.

“Thank you, thank you.” I gasped my appreciation. My words were spoken to the departing back of my strange lover who, after a final squeeze of my breasts had tucked his limp cock back into his trousers and turned to walk away.

He hadn’t uttered a word throughout our whole affair.

“That was beyond my wildest fantasy Roz, I’ve never ever dreamt of anything close. I almost came without touching myself, you dirty, dirty girl, I can’t believe you let him touch you. Oh god you made him cum as well, didn’t you?” You’d seen the stream of cum sliding down my thigh, almost luminescent in the faint glow.

As you climbed off your knees, your lips and tongue licked up over my stomach, your hands slid over my hips, leaving trails of shivers as they barely touched my sides before meeting at my breasts where your hands pointed firm red nipples one at a time into your waiting mouth. I shivered, not with cold but with lust that still hadn’t been satisfied. Your hands and mouth gorged on my warm soft flesh, stroking over my back, cupping the cheeks of my arse, squeezing and caressing me, touching me like a blind man memorising every curve, every indentation.

Above my head, a passionate cry reminded me that we had two spectators who were sharing our love making.

“I’m cumming my darling.”

A masculine voice, Tom. We both looked up, you for the first time, realising that we had more company than you knew.

“Have they been watching us Roz, god I hope they have.”

“Yes sweetie, they’ve seen everything. Let’s stay and watch them.”

We stood, necks craned upwards watching the writhing shadows on the balcony above as they twisted and turned, separating momentarily just to rejoin, one minute slow then faster, more frantic. With a sudden surge the shape became still, a male and female voice in harmony groaning as their release overcame them.

The single shadow separated into two and started to drift back through the open doors, one of the shadows waved, I waved back and our friends were gone.

The bulge in your trousers was pressing into my pussy, I reached down, stroking you through the wet patch in front of your pants. You groaned, a passionate, wanton groan.

“You’re so hard and wet Cliff, your must need to do something with that. Take me back to the hotel and fuck me.”

Even in the half light I could see your head nod in acquiescence. Reluctantly you fastened 3 of the buttons on my dress, tidying your new toys away just to make me respectable enough to walk through the streets. This time, it was me who took your hand and led you out into the busy square full of people rushing here and there like a swarm of bees. None of them paid any attention to two slightly dishevelled visitors to their city.

I looked at you expecting directions to lead us back to our hotel. “Which way Cliff?”

“No idea sweetheart, I don’t think I was concentrating on where we were going when we arrived here.”

No, I thought, I don’t suppose you were.

We stopped a couple of passers-bye but their English was nowhere near good enough to help us. It was then that you came up with the bright idea of finding the river. From there, you were confident that you could work out the way back to the hotel. Even in the gathering gloom, finding the river was easy and soon we were walking hand in hand along a river-walk back in what you were sure was the right direction. We talked but there were long periods of silence during which I expect we were both thinking about what we were going to do when we got back.

“Hang on Cliff, look at the view.”

I walked over to the railing lining the bank and looked out across the black, slow flowing river. The city lights glowed brightly in the distance, looking like a monster fairground ride set against the night sky. The scene in front of me was enough to take my breath away, but by far the most beautiful sight was the moon. Glowing bright against the star spotted darkness of space, the earth’s satellite shone brightly. A second, equally dazzling orb shone out of the water, reflecting the beauty in the sky.

My mind flashed back to my reflection in the mirror earlier that evening. Was it really just a few hours ago that I considered staying in my room tonight?

“Isn’t that one of the most beautiful sights you’ve ever seen?”

“Yes.” I glanced round to see you with a big grin on your face, not looking at the moon at all. Following the line of your eyes took me to where my gaping dress barely covered my small breasts. We laughed.

You still laughed even when I hit you harder than I intended.

As I turned back to immerse myself in natures vision again, your arms wrapped round me from behind and you hugged my back against your chest. Our bodies were warm against each other, it was a wonderful moment. Your hand slipped into the top of my dress and closed gently over my left breast. My nipple rose to greet your palm, burrowing into flesh as you caressed me gently. A moan, no, more of a small gasp hissed between my teeth, enough encouragement for you to flip another button loose and cup both breasts in a passionate embrace.

My eyes took in the spectacle in front of me, but my feelings were concentrated on the hard tips being pushed and pulled under your hands. You edged me closer to you, pressing the mounds of my breasts flat against my chest, I could feel your engorged shaft digging into me from behind.

Your fingers left one of my nipples and unfastened the last 2 dress buttons, exposing my naked body to the moon and the city lights beyond. A cloud passed briefly over the shining disk making it look for a moment like it had given me a knowing wink. The cool river breeze pulled at my dress showing my naked body to the sky and the unknowing citizens on the far bank.

Your hands roamed across my skin, stroking and squeezing, revelling in the total access I gave you to touch me as you pleased. I turned to face you, proudly showing my naked form. I unfastened your belt, hearing your low animalistic moan as I pushed your trousers and pants down in one move and took your hot throbbing cock in my hands. I so wanted you to feel the pleasure I was feeling, I wanted you to know that I would play your fantasy to the full.

Leaving your pulsing rod I lifted your hands to my head, holding your palms against my hair. I pushed, making you feel as if you were forcing me down lower until me knees settled on the cold paving at your feet.

“Oh fuck Roz, what are you doing?” I knew you didn’t really need to ask, your head was filled with the display of wanton lust I was acting out for you, showing you how dirty I could be. You didn’t need any more encouragement to pull my mouth towards the steel like cock rearing out from the forest of hair at the top of your thighs. My lips parted taking the tip onto my tongue, licking the clear liquid from your tiny eye. Your hips bucked against my face forcing your engorged member deeper and deeper.

One hand gripped the base of your shaft while the other cupped your balls, squeezing gently but not so gently that I would fail to make you groan loudly. I could sense your release building rapidly, maybe I should have finished you right then but you had been so wonderful it had to be your choice. Instead I slipped you out of my mouth, running my tongue over the sensitive underside of your manhood, making you jump.

“Do you want to cum in my mouth sweetheart or do you want to go back now?”

“I want to fuck you here. I want to lift your dress and take you where people can see what I’m doing to you.”

It was a sign of how much tonight had changed me that my first thought was to look round to see who might be watching us, not to run away as I would have just a few hours ago.

There was no one too near, a stream of night revellers flowed over the path behind us, but we had been granted the freedom of the riverside for our own carnal purposes.

I didn’t need to speak.

My answer was in the way I turned away from you to rest my forearms on the railing in front of me and let my legs edge apart. I watched the river flow on towards the sea feeling your fingers delicately trace lines over the backs of my thighs, pushing the loose cloth of my dress higher and higher until I felt the wind brushing across my exposed cheeks.

Fingers danced back down the cleft of my buttocks as if they were using the crease to guide your hand inexorably closer to the entrance to my body that was your real goal. A single digit crossed over the sensitive skin separating my brown hole and my pussy, sliding over the wetness that still coated me from our earlier love making. I gasped as you broke through the paltry seal of my lips and slid your finger into my moist tunnel, frigging me slowly, stirring round and round like the swirling waters of the dark river below.

“Someone’s coming Roz, there’s a couple walking towards us. Stay where you are.” A glance confirmed that a pair of lovers, hand in hand, were walking down the riverside walk towards where we were. I started to move away but you held me tight, your arm wrapped round me, your hand pushing on my stomach forcing your finger deeper into my cunt.

“Don’t move, I want them to see what I’m going to do to you.”

The tip of your erection touched my swollen lips as your finger drew back. You were so hot I almost expected to hear a hiss as your rod pushed slowly, so very slowly into my wet, open furnace. I felt every tiny thrust as you sank deeper and deeper, there was no withdrawal just a growing sensation of fullness as you took me the way you’d always dreamed you would.

You remained completely motionless, cherishing your moment, enjoying the silk like feel of my wetness surrounding you, holding you inside me.

Your hands slid back round and cupped my breasts again, loving the closeness of our bodies, worshiping my warm female flesh. I experienced once again the pain of my overexcited nipples being twisted between your thumb and finger but before I could cry out the pain turned to sensuous pleasure and my cry turned to a cry of lust.

I was sure the noise must have attracted the attention of the approaching lovers, but I wasn’t going to break the spell by turning to look. People must be able to see what we were doing.

I wanted to tell you to fuck me, I was so close to cumming again. Then I realised that your motionless stance, the low almost unheard whimpers of joy, the tight grip of your fingers, meant that you were fighting your own orgasm. You had given me so much, waited for your own enjoyment for so long that you couldn’t hold back any longer.

You deserved this, you’d earned this moment when a spectacular orgasm would take over your mind and body. I wanted this to be the most wonderful orgasm of your life, I wanted you to have it, I wanted to share it with you. I felt the tremors run through you, evidence of the effort you were putting into controlling your body’s desires. I could sense that the longer you held out, the more explosive your final release would be, a smile of contentment passed over my lips, you needed to know it was all right.

“Let go Cliff, let it happen, cum for me, you’ve been so good to me, it’s your turn now. Cum for me now, it’s all right, I’ll cum with you.”

My fingers plunged between my legs pressing on my clit sliding easily on the copious lubrication surrounding my honeypot. You held onto the tips of my breasts as if they might escape, sending waves of lust down to join my fingers at my pussy. I felt my own orgasm start, it forced my hips to pull away before pushing hard back onto you.

It was so little, but too much.

You tensed and a long drawn out groan prefaced the first powerful pulse of cum surging from your balls. I felt it rush through your shaft and out to soak my pussy with sperm. You held yourself rigid inside me as jolt after jolt of your seed emptied into my soaking wet passage.

“Ahhhh fuck yes, ahh… ahh…. ahhh! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck yessss.”

Each shot of cum was accompanied by an animalistic grunt. It was enough to push me the last fraction and my own orgasm flowed around me, matching your own as we came in unison.

The ferocity of your convulsions started to diminish as you slowly regained control of your body. Your hips began to thrust against me, ignoring how sensitive you must be. Your cock, still rock hard, pushed into me with long strokes. My hips matched your thrusts, my grunts coinciding with yours I wanted you to enjoy this so much.

Gradually you drove into me with less and less power, our breathing started to return to something like normal, my hips were still moving, your cock was still fucking me slowly.

“You’re still hard Cliff, have you taken a pill?”

“No, just my fantasy and you Roz, those are the only drugs I need right now, this has been the best night of my life.”

My gaze returned to the wondrous spectacle in front of me, I lost myself in the feel of our bodies still joined in such an intimate way.

“Let’s go back to the hotel and you can fuck me again Cliff.”

We turned, walking away towards the city lights, my dress still flapping in the breeze as I started to cover myself. The couple who had been approaching stood like statues just yards from where we’d consummated your fantasy. They must have seen and heard everything.

Our laughter echoed from the banks of the river as we linked arms and walked towards the city’s bright lights.

I’m the bad girl who loves the ballers. I love sports, I love hip-hop, and I love the boys that do both.When I got to college last year, the first thing I did was find out how to get student tickets to thefootball and basketball games. I had to support my team, and if I could meet the boys, even better.Ours is a big school and I never did meet any that first year, but just as final exams were ending, I saw a flyer in the student union that grabbed my attention and didn’t let go: the football team neededvolunteer trainers for summer workouts.
College football teams aren’t really supposed to practice during the middle of the summer, but they do
anyway. The only difference is that the coaches can’t be there. The team captains run the practice,
and everyone that wants any playing time is sure to show up every day. Just like a regular practice,
the guys need water, bandages, and help carrying stuff around before and after the workouts. During
the school year, it’s usually snobby physical therapy majors who want the experience for their
resume. But most of those bitches go home for the summer, and so they put the word out. This
sounded right up my alley, and after a convincing visit with the head trainer, I was officially an
unofficial volunteer trainer with hopes of joining the training staff for football season in the fall.
You have to be a sports fan to enjoy being a volunteer trainer, otherwise it’s just boring work in
terrible heat, and by the end of the practice you have as much of the players’ sweat on you as your
own. Mostly I stayed out of the way as a trainer should, but I am who I am, I have to flirt and show off
a little bit, even if it pissed off the other volunteers to no end. In doing so, I got a few of the guys to
joke around and flirt back on water breaks and before and after practice. I love the look in a man’s
eye when he allows himself to be attracted to me, and I know I have his full attention. Distracting for
the team, maybe, but a girl’s got to get what she wants and have her fun. I certainly didn’t expect to
get what I wanted, and then some, on that scorching afternoon. In fact, it’s safe to say I didn’t even
set out to get it, but I only look back and smile now.
It was me and two other trainers that day, and it was my task to make sure showers were stocked
with soap, and that the towels were washed and available to the guys after their showers, then gather
them and get them washed again. The only problem was that I’d forgotten about both on that day,
and the other two left when practice ended, their practice chores completed. I hauled the rest of the
water bottles into the storage room and plugged into my ipod as I started to leave. Just then I heard a
shout, whipped around, and saw Charles, the defensive captain, standing naked facing me, and he
did not look happy. I ripped the headphones off quickly to find out the reason for his scowl.
“Xuan, where’s all the soap at?”, he barked. “And go get the towels, we ain’t even got one in here!” I
felt the blood drain from my face, remembering that Katie had left me with those tasks after the last
practice. His body was breathtaking, and I found myself absently staring at him even as I panicked
inside.
“Oh fuck,” I said in response, mostly to myself, gazing at his lower half, suddenly afraid to make eye
contact.
“Oh fuck what? Don’t tell me we ain’t got no soap, at least get us some fuckin’ soap!”, he said. His
words hung out there in silence for a few seconds.
“Umm, I think I messed up, Charles. I’m sorry!” I said, smiling nervously, hoping to charm my way out
of a serious tongue-lashing. If there was anyone on the team that wasn’t playing along with my flirt
routine, it was Charles. It was like he just didn’t have time to tolerate me, and so I tried my best to
stay out of his way. Right then, I found myself squarely in his way.
“I’ll be goddamned, thirty motherfuckers showering with no soap and no towels. Ain’t that a bitch!
Can’t you do anything right other than shakin’ your little Asian ass around here all the time? God-
DAMN!”, he said, almost yelling, before turning around and re-entering the locker room. I heard him
shout the bad news to the others as the door closed behind him and I my face went flush and the
tears started to well up. I liked having a good time but always meant to do my job, I’d just not paid
attention and made a mistake. All it would take is a phone call from Charles or another team leader to
the head trainer and I’d surely be told not to bother coming back again. I could hear a chorus of
groans and cursing at the news. Looking back it should’ve been no big deal, but it doesn’t take much
to irritate a group of men who just spent 3 hours beating each other to a pulp in 100-degree heat, and
guys that big and strong are more intimidating than the average man, by far.
Jamal stuck his head out the door, looking pissed off.
“Seriously? No soap? Can’t even get clean, and then what are we supposed to do, all air dry? It’s wet
and nasty as fuck in here, and I got a date right after this!”
Another two players came out to witness the exchange, then returned to the locker room with Jamal,
having confirmed the problem.
“Dumbass fuckin’ bitch,” I heard one of them say, accompanied by some grumbling but mostly
awkward silence. I thought back to all the times my dad chewed me out for not being responsible,
telling me that one day it would affect more people than just my dumb ass. I realized that time was
now; I’d let them down, and I had to take responsibility. I walked to the door of the locker room, took a
deep breath, then walked in, feeling the stifling, steamy air hit my face, then lungs as I left the cooler
hallway behind.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?”, I heard a voice say through the thick steam. A group of five
players stood naked, with another few milling about and still more in the showers behind the far wall.
“Guys?”, I said, meekly at first, then getting louder to be heard. “I’m really sorry about the soap and
the towels, that’s completely my bad! I’m sorry!”
I heard sarcastic comments, then another voice, whose owner walked toward me.
“ ‘Sorry’ don’t give us any damn soap, girl,” he said, a smirk on his face. “But I guess that’s okay by
you, right? You’re not the one caked in dirt and sweat.”
“Look,” I said, trying hard not to gawk at what dangled heavily between his legs. “I want to make it up
to you guys, it was a total fluke thing! I want to stick around here for the season and I want to make it
right”, I babbled, tears again forming in my eyes again.
All eyes were on me, but somehow it felt strange. They weren’t feeling sorry for me, or even mad at
me. No, it was something else.
“Make it right?”, said a voice behind me, just before two big hands lowered onto my shoulders. “I can
think of at least one way to make it right”, he chuckled. I turned my head and saw a tall white manwhen
they are that tall and that muscular, they are men, not boys.
“Yeah”, said another naked black man, emerging from the steam as he approached. “For all the
flirtin’, teasin’, ass-shakin’ you do, maybe there’s a natural way for you to make this even.” The grin on
his face and the look in his eyes were pure evil arousal. The hands on my shoulders started to slide
down, and my body shuddered as he gently pressed my ribcage, the tips of his fingers grazing the
sides of my breast through my gray staff t-shirt as they ran over my sides and approached my hips.
“This I want to see!”, another excitedly added, his uncut cock bouncing as he walked toward me. “I
see the way you give me that 'fuck me’ look, then turn away. Haha, didn’t think I’d want to do anything
about it, huh shorty?” Another approached from the side and touched my face.
“Little china doll, haha. So sexy, why don’t you show us a little something, give us a taste,” he said,
flipping my hair behind my ear as he hungrily scanned my body. Another two naked guys emerged
from the shower, and before I knew it a dozen guys surrounded me, some wet from the shower,
others still wet with grime and sweat, but all naked. I could’ve turned around, or even walked
backwards, and run away from there, but I did not. All these guys, hungry for me, wanting a little
piece, it took my breath away. I couldn’t speak a word. I was scared; over 2,000 pounds of pure man
was closing in on me, but I was helpless to do anything about it. The big white hands on my hips
moved up to cup my breasts, and I instinctively pushed my hips back into his body, sending another
more powerful shudder through my body. My decision had been made for me.
I wasn’t in a locker room full of men, I was in a lair of wild animals. He tugged at my shirt, and my
arms went up to let him pull it off of me. Another set of hands yanked my shorts down, exposing my
panties. Hands and bodies moved closer and closer, my bra came off and was tossed away, a hand
slid down the front of my panties and pressed against my mound, sending a wave through me that I
had to let out, but my mouth was soon covered by another mouth, our tongues slipping past each
other. He smelled so dirty, tasted so tangy, but it drove me wild.
I was getting so fucking wet, so fast. The big hand in my panties pushed between my pussy lips, and
a finger slipped inside. I tried to break the kiss.
“Shut up bitch, kiss me!”, he said through a growl. I moaned into his mouth, unable to come up for the
gasp of air that I so desperately wanted.
The white man lifted me up from behind and my shoes and socks were quickly removed, then I felt
my panties being pulled through my legs. I didn’t know where they all went, I didn’t care, I was
surrounded and drunk with arousal. A hot mouth took one set of toes inside, raking his tongue across
them. Another man’s tongue traced my inner thigh from the knee on up, scruffy stubble scratching my
sensitive skin until I felt his hot breath closing in on my pussy. My legs were forced open and his
tongue invaded me like a tentacle, probing the inside. I kicked my one free leg but it met only air, I
was being held up by four men, the last one had a nipple in his mouth and another set of hands was
roughly squeezing the other breast.
The musk of the men was so thick you could choke on it. I opened my eyes to a blur of muscular
black and Caucasian flesh moving all around me, beasts readying the bitch for breeding. I was
flooding the mouth that was clamped to my pussy, his tongue splashing in my juices as I spasmed,
nearing orgasm, trembling as I was being held up.
“Fuck, this bitch is good to go! Let’s take her in here!” I heard the white man say and the butterflies
took flight in my belly as my legs were lifted up and I was carried horizontally into the showers, the
steam so thick I could barely see right in front of me.
“Put her down on her knees, Benny”, I heard one of them say, and I was flipped upright and dropped
onto the rubber mat, knees first, collapsing.
“Okay, baby, time to taste it”, said Jamal, his thick cock hanging in front of me, half-erect. I didn’t have
to suck it, and with nobody holding me in place I could have walked out, or at least tried to, but I didn’t
even consider that option. I grabbed his thick stem, my pussy heating up further as I squeezed it, and
pulled it to my mouth. So dirty, that cock, all grime and salt, but I licked it like it would keep me alive. I
took the big mushroom head into my mouth, flicking my tongue across the sensitive side and then all
around. I felt that cock fill with blood, bigger and bigger in my hands and in my mouth. Another man
slid in behind me, his big cock rested against the small of my back while he held onto my hips like he
was getting himself in place.
“Oh shit!” I thought to myself, feeling him slip that thick stick under my ass and then poking at the
sopping pink entry between my legs. “I’m not on the motherfucking pill, here I am in a locker room full
of horny football players, no condoms!” Every panic button went off in my brain, but I separated my
legs and poked my ass out. I pulled off of the black dick in my mouth and gasped as I felt the bulbous
head slip into my tight pussy, hold, then nudge forward, forcing me onto my elbows, which gave him
better access to push more into me. I cried out as he buried yet more, then pulled completely out. I
gasped to catch my breath, only to lose it again when he invaded me again.
A man to each side of me lifted each arm, raising me up to suck Jamal’s cock again, in the meantime
some fool I had never even seen yet was fucking me from behind, stretching my pussy a little more
with each thrust. I tried to give Jamal head again but the harder I tried, the harder this guy was
fucking me. His skin started to slap against my ass and I could feel my pussy getting used to him,
getting wetter still, and I could feel his cock sawing deep into me over and over. I rubbed my little
button, feeling his dick sawing against my fingers, faster and faster. Our panting, in time with the
slapping of skin, echoed in the showers, was muted only by the nearby running water. The men held
me up, I moaned out hanging from their arms while I took my fucking. Finally I felt him pull out, and
heard him groan just as a hot stream of thick liquid shot up to the middle of my back, then kept
pouring out, pooling there before the two men lifted me up against the wall, the cum allowing my back
to slip against the cold wet tile.
“Now you ready for this, Xuan,” said Jamal, stroking his hard thick cock. My legs were shaking, I
could hardly stand. “Pick this bitch up and spread them legs out.” he ordered, and the two men lifted
me up by my legs and pulled them in opposite directions, putting me in a splits position and pinned to
the wall. I was immobile, and the hot steamy air still felt cool somehow against my exposed pussy,
puffy and slick, hungry for more.
He walked up and pressed his thick cock into my body, splitting my pussy apart as I breathed in his
musky scent. I love a dirty, greasy man, I do. Jamal hummed low as he fucked me, slow at first,
pressing me against the wall each time he pushed up and into me, then faster and faster. He had my
ass in a death grip, holding me up from below, a cheek in each huge hand. I felt all of him sliding in
and out, my pussy tried to clamp down on him but he just had too much mass and power to make any
difference. I was a fucking rag doll and couldn’t help moaning, not even making words. We looked
into each others’ eyes and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer- showing his teeth straining, his dick
pumping me even faster, then he pulled out and gripped it, pointing at my body.
“nnnnggghhhh” he groaned, a long stream of cum splattering against my belly, rising and falling as I
tried to catch my breath. I watched his black penis jerk again, shooting another long steam of cum
across my mocha skin. Jamal held his dick as it streamed out some more, pouring onto my mound
and dripping off.
“Fuck…”, he moaned, then walked away without saying a word. Another man, shorter this time, took
his place and jabbed himself into me without eye contact or anything. He bit my neck and growled
while he fucked me, my slick juices letting his smaller dick slide easily in and out of me. Poor fool had
a hard time staying in though, feet slipping and not knowing where to put his hands.
“Stand up straight and fuck me!” I snapped at him, getting his attention real quick, but I was impatient.
If this was going down this way, I wanted to get fucked not to have to mess around with guys not
knowing what they are doing. It only embarrassed him so he started slamming into me as hard as he
could, making my body jump every time he bottomed out, his balls were crashing against my vulva.
He wasn’t as big but fuck, he felt good. He reached his arms around and clasped my shoulders from
behind, then pumped his hips up into me with all his might, keeping himself inside me the whole time.
I could feel my orgasm get close again, I put my hand between us, rubbing my clit until it stood all the
way out like, swollen and red, on fire and about to explode.
“Ohhh fuck….” I moaned, voice hiccuping from his hard strokes. And oooh, that skin slap. Here I
came! I shrieked out loud, echoing through the shower room, my cunt spasming against his dick. This
was too much for my man, he pulled out and shot it all over me, nothing but a low moan as he painted
my body white with it’s second load of cum.
I looked up and saw four other naked men with big hard dicks in their hands, not believing their luck,
and looking at me like the piece of meat that I was.
“Let her down, it’s Benny’s turn”, said the tall white man from before, holding me up and the others
released my legs. I don’t think I could’ve stood right then on my own anyway. “We’re going to get right
down on this floor” he said, leading me down into his lap. His big pink cock was long and almost hard,
so I reached down and took him in my mouth, feeling the spongy head against my inner cheeks,
sucking his tube further in, feeling his head resting against the back of my throat, then out, then back
in again.
“Mmmm, she’s a keeper, boys” I heard the white man say while I sucked him hard and deep in my
mouth, relaxing my throat each time I pulled him deep into my mouth. I felt somebody push my legs
apart, then a mouth on my pussy, sucking my juices and munching on my tight little pussy lips. I
shivered at the sensation and sucked Benny with even more intensity. Benny grabbed my hair and
pulled me with it, fucking my mouth. The mouth was gone and was replaced with another cock,
rubbing up against my ass before parting my pussy lips and sliding all the way in, snug against my
cervix. I moaned, sending Benny over the edge, and I got his cock exploding in my mouth, hitting the
back of it with his salty nut while another was going balls deep in my punani. Two hands in my hair
and two hands on my hips, the two pulled me back and forth until Benny finally shuddered and pulled
his shaft out of me, dribbling cum down my chin as he exited.
I could see three other fools standing there with their dick in their hands, stroking it, watching my little
ass shake with each impact of my fucker’s groin. I looked back- he was a fine looking boy, all grimace
as he fucked me. My pussy started to spasm, starting to pull, and do nature’s thing. I started to talk
dirty, telling him to fuck me, asking him if he ever had Asian pussy before this. I was too much, and
soon another big strong football player was whimpering like a junior high boy, pinning his dick against
my asscheeks and spewing his load up into the air and onto my back. The air hit my pussy again, and
I could feel it pulsate and move. It had never had this kind of action before and now my it was craving
more. More dick, bigger dick- I wanted both, and soon got it.
“Time to pay for some soap, Xuan”, said Charles in that low baritone that just made my pussy melt
even further. His body was beautiful, his cock was a work of art. Veiny, smooth, long, and thick- and
ready for me. “Get our ass down on the floor, on your back”, he ordered, and I didn’t even think twice
before resting my back against the cool plastic mats. He loomed over me, his giant, sculpted body
casting a shadow before kneeling down and climbing between my legs.
My pussy was wet and sloppy from the fucking, and the humid air made all our bodies slick elsewhere
too. I looked down at his penis, looking humongous there bobbing between his legs. I reached out a
hand for it, grabbing his manhood and pulling him toward me.
“Oh you want this now, huh? Well guess what, today you just gonna get what you want, little china
doll”, he said sarcastically, taking his shaft away from me and rubbing it up and down the lips of my
entrance. I think I was hyperventilating, so excited I was to have this monster inside of me. I was so
fucking turned on; there was not way I would’ve walked away from him in that moment, no matter
what.
Charles pushed forward as several guys stood around watching us, forcing open my lips to open and
swallow his big rod- at first a little, and soon he was trying to feed the whole thing to me but my pussy
was clamping down on him. I moaned as he pushed almost all of himself into my slutty pussy,
stretching me so wide and so deep, pushing the back of my vagina with each thrust.
Oh fuck, how I loved this dick! That thought, plus the rearrangement he was giving to my insides,
gave me early signs of another orgasm. I heard myself moaning above the white noise of the showers
while Charles was long-stroking me. I looked down and saw his thick stem pushing my lips inward
with each thrust and pulling some pink back out with him each time he withdrew. I could feel every
inch and every vein of him, my pussy convulsed against his mass.
“Fuuuck!” then a scream- I was coming so hard, and with that Charles lowered his weight over me,
completely smothering my body under his chocolate mass of muscle. He grunted in rhythm with his
strokes, pushing my body forward each time. I was no match, I was along for the ride and everyone
else was along for the show, stroking their cocks while the defensive captain of the team fucked the
shit out of the volunteer trainer on the shower room floor.
“Oh shit, Xuan…fuck! You want a baby? You want a little football player baby, shorty?” he said
through his grunts, holding his massive weight just off of me while he fed me his cock in quick, deep
strokes.
“unnhhhh no…no pill…” was all I could say. Deep inside, locked away, was a college student who
feared getting derailed by a baby from a stupid fling, but the only person present now was a wanton
bitch who was willing to take all the dick she could get. My objections not me nowhere.
“Ooooh fuck! Here it comes! Unnggghhh…..” Charles stopped on a deep inward stroke. I felt his cock
spasm inside of me, spurting a thick stream deep into my unprotected womb. Throb. Throb. I could
feel him fill my pussy while he moaned, hovering above me, my legs wrapped around him naturally,
then dropping to the floor.
He got up, but another took his place, rutting me on the floor, holding my arms above my head, both
of us panting in time until I heard him moan and felt his cock jerk inside of me, coating my pussy with
it’s second load. Then it got out of control, the room whipped into a frenzy again. One man held me in
his lap and sucked on my neck until my pussy squeezed every drop of spunk he had into me. Another
fucked me missionary style, then picked me up and just started bouncing me on his dick while he
stood, my legs wrapped around him. Faster and faster I bounced until he exhaled, and I could feel
him explode within me. His softening tube slipped out and a stream of semen dripped from my gaping
hole.
One fine-ass fool had me ride him while another dangled his dick in front of me- I sucked it like a
good china doll while I bounced my little ass on his throbbing cock. It throbbed harder still, until finally
it swelled and burst it’s semen up into me. The cock in my mouth exploded right after that, and I
gagged trying to swallow it. While I tried to spit it out, another black snake appeared and hit me in the
face with hot cum. One tried doggie on me but was too big; I sucked his donkey cock while another
fucked me from behind, so hard I could barely hang onto that big cock at all. Two took turns, in a tag
team, until both had cum in my pussy. While I was pulling the last load into my womb, two others shot
all over my tits, moaning as their throbbing dicks gave it all in sacrifice to me.
When it was over, they drug me to where the showers were still running and laid me under the spray,
letting the water cleanse me. There I stayed for a half an hour at least, and when I finally opened my
eyes again, all the guys were gone. The lingering musk of sweat was the only evidence that they’d
ever been there. That, and the continuous drip of semen from my sore, reddened pussy. I let the
water hit my forehead and smiled.
“Sure would be nice to actually get clean here” I thought to myself. “But I don’t see any soap or towels
anywhere.”

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Requiem to a Woman’s Rectum

”Ass cheeks spread, an inviting anus, a warm, waiting rectum — sphincters tight — the intensity of feeling my hot, fleshy, tumid cock sliding in slowly, inch by inch, then faster, forcefully, brutally, as your asshole finally yields — on the brink of maximal anal fullness — stretching mightily to accommodate the entire length of my throbbing and erect shaft, swallowing it whole in your broadening and beautiful, backdoor brown eye.

This is the essence and true beauty of fucking a woman’s decadent and depraved derrière. The sensation of your asshole expanding to engulf my swollen member, the gripping grasp of your sphincter muscles acquiescing and unfurling to the tireless demands of my massive man meat, and finally, your ass pipe splits wide open, I pump you anally with reckless rectum wrecking abandonment — no abatement — turning your once puckered poop chute into a blooming, blossoming, rosebud gape!“ — The Ass Master ©

Alice was amazed at how hard she just came but she and James both knew this was only the start. He stood up, ripped his shirt off & tore his jeans off as quick as possible. Alice leapt off the bed as soon as she saw the throbbing bulge in his pants. Immediately licking her lips wondering to herself what did his cock taste like? Was it going to be big enough? Would she be able to fit it in her ass?

Alice immediately placed one hand on his thigh, gripping firmly. She used her teeth and tore his pants down slowly, there was a difficulty doing so but she persisted until this giant cock sprung out. It was huge! She was in shock at the size of it. “Oh my fucking god.” She thought to herself as she held it in one hand and stared for a moment…this was going to be fun, she thought.

Before she could think James had gripped her head tightly and forced his big cock into her mouth. She was shocked but loved the feeling of being used. He bobbed her head back and forth, using her mouth like an object. Alice had practised on many dildo’s so she was able to deepthroat well, at least she thought she could. She wrapped her tongue around the tip of his head each time he thrust his cock into her mouth. Sharp, fast thrusts over and over. Growing and getting harder whilst she tasted him and adored every second of the fact he was using her to his needs. She moaned and began to rub and massage his balls whilst she had her mouth fucked. Her eyes staring up into his knowing she was doing everything and more that he could have wished for.

She pulled free of his grip, her mouth left the cock with a trail of saliva all over his shaft. She used all her strength in her body and pushed him over onto her bed so he was laying on his back. She was cock hungry. This slut was going to pleasure and use the fuck out of him as much as she wanted too. She stood up and lowered her body over him. Giant tits hanging over his cock, she put her boobs either side of his cock & began to titfuck him. He moaned & pushed his head back due to pure enjoyment. James thrusted his cock between her large tits and they both moaned together in sync. Her pussy getting more wet than ever & his cock still growing harder!!

Alice knew it was time. She wanted to be fucked. Rough. Pounded, dominated…used like the filthy slut she always dreams of being. She climbed on top of James, lowering her big ass over his cock & eagerly pushing his cock into her tight asshole. It was a struggle but she felt so fucking good! “Fuck!! Oh my GOD. YES!!!” She screamed. Pushing her ass all the way down onto his cock as far as she could possibly go, feeling his balls grind against her.

James put both arms around her and lifted her up, walking over to the wall, he pushed her body against the wall and began to pound her tight little ass. Her face was at the side of his neck where she began to bite. James was bottoming in and out of her tight asshole, stretching her & making her scream. She loved every fucking second of it! “Don’t stop, never stop. Fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me!!!” She shouted whilst the excitement and pleasure rushed through her body. James grunted each thrust which made her even more turned on. Her body began to shake, she was cumming again! He gripped tighter and fucked even harder. “#2″ he whispered into her ear.

Alice felt AMAZING. This was the best sex she’d ever had or even imagined. Her ass was filled with the biggest cock she’d ever seen and had, her pussy was soaking wet from two orgasm’s now & her nipples were hard from pure excitement. Even her mouth was drooling with satisfaction. “FUCK ME” she screamed once again.

Adrenaline rushed through James as he held Alice still while her body was shaking from her second orgasm. A moment passed by and she was beginning to relax again. She knew that wasn’t it though. She craved so much more and so did he. She licked her lips and eased her ass off his cock, bent down and began to devour his cock once again. He held his hands behind his head and let the little obedient slut do all the work for a moment.

Alice licked the head of his cock over and over, enjoying her sweet orgasms and his amazing tasting cock at the same time. She pushed one hand down to her pussy and began to tease her clit knowing it was time to up the levels. Her eyes wide open and staring into his as she pushed his cock as far back into her throat as possible. Giving him the maximum amount of pleasure, her other hand was fondling his balls whilst she sucked his cock.

Alice mumbled to James “I think it’s time we really pleasured me, don’t you?” James looked eager and very excited. “Yes, what do you have in mind, slut?” Alice took one last taste of his beautiful, giant cock, licked her lips and stood up. She grabbed him by the cock and walked over to the other side of room, he moved so slowly that she would tug him and his cock a little bit harder. “James, This is where we really fuck. I’m going to fuck my pussy with this dildo, I’m not going to stop. Not even once and you’re going to fuck my asshole. I’m going to cum many more times and you’re going to cum in my ass but you’re not stopping after one. We’re going to get two orgasms out of you and I don’t care how long that takes.”

James nodded and groped her tits whilst they moved back over to the bed. Alice got on all fours and James stood behind towering over her. She eagerly said “I need you in me now”. Without hesitation James gripped her ass cheeks and forced his cock into her tight ass. They moaned in sync and they both felt fucking amazing. She slid her dildo into her soaking wet cunt and began to slide it back and forth whilst he was forcing his cock into her ass over and over. This was it! She really felt like her dreams were coming true. Sure it wasn’t two guys fucking her but she had two cocks in her at once….FUCK ME she screamed. Her entire body tingling with sensation. She had already came but this time there was no stopping, her hand moving in a clockwork motion as the dildo filled her pussy, James behind her pounding her ass. Consistently slapping and leaving his hand prints over her peach shaped butt. Her large tits swinging as her entire body moved from the fucking. This felt so good! Why couldn’t she have been this filthy nympho before?! “DO NOT STOP” She begged him. “It feels perfect!”

Alice tightened the grip of her legs around his head. He mumbled whilst eating her out. She consistently moaned louder and louder, feeling her juices flowing onto his tongue…it felt amazing for her and he enjoyed every second he tasted her sweet cunt.

By this point James knew he was in for a treat. He was going to pleasure this Queen. He had craved something like this but never expected it to truly ever happen. He could see she had gaped her asshole in the past and he took advantage of this, as he continued to torture her clit with his tongue and force her to moan louder and harder he reached one of his hands up and placed two fingers inside her ass. Alice screamed in shock but immediately went back to moaning with pleasure whilst holding her head down harder onto her pussy.

He managed to break free from her grip and lifted his head up, taking a few deep breaths so he didn’t truly suffocate. Alice had made his entire face go bright red but she didn’t give a fuck. She was loving every second of it. He whispered “You’re going to have your first orgasm of many right here. I want you to hold my head down tightly because I want to taste every drop of you” she nodded and watched his head plunder back down to her cunt whilst he fingered her tight ass. She went back to her original pose and wrapped her legs around his head. Feeling even better than before..she knew she was close. She craved that orgasm and knew she wasn’t stopping after one. This was so fucking good! She began twisting her nipples, she was rough and it began to hurt but the pain felt amazing. He started lapping his tongue across her cunt and with each movement she felt like she was going to explode. A sudden rush came over her as she tightened her grip of her legs, she used both hands and forced his head down as into place as best as she possibly could…she was cumming. Her body began to shake as she climaxed. She moaned and screamed, he didn’t stop. He said he wouldn’t and he truly didn’t…she was shaking uncontrollably and he was not stopping. He moaned and mumbled as he tasted every juice of Alice’s sweet succulent cunt. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she let out a sweet sigh of release and lust. Little did she know this was only the beginning of her adventures for her evening…things were about to improve greatly and Alice was about to become a filthy little whore…