Toxin Handler

Damn work sucked like usual. Why couldn’t the day have passed by now? Only 3 hours into the shift. Luckily he had company back in the stockroom. It was one of the few days there were at least two people sorting merchandise in back.
Sorry!!!! My name is John and I guess I should have mentioned that already. I’m about 5′10, have dark brown hair, green eyes, and a goatee (who doesn’t now-a-days?). Well my coworker doesn’t!
His name is Brett… he’s about 5′7, light brown hair, brown eyes, average build. Hell I have only an average build myself. He seems like a nice guy but I’ve only known him for a few months thru work.
We always seem to pass the time faster by talking. And always the conversations would turn to sex. Go figure, right?
I didn’t know too much about him I guess. From what he has told me he hadn’t had a gf since like November. But he has had a few dates here and there. He hasn’t had any sex since December, other than self pleasuring!
I myself hadn’t had sex in months and months. It has definitely been a long hard couple of months. Eventually there has to be a breaking point.
“Any recent conquests?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Heck no… Dry as a bone.”
“I know the feeling. I’m getting to the point where I need any kind of female stimulation. I AM DYING,” I said with a half-hearted laugh. DAMN, just the thought of sex was making me hard. I tried to pull a box down to cover my tented pants but he saw it.
“Whoa man. Maybe you need to go take care of that”
“Ha shut up,” I said in irritation.
“Someone’s horny! Remind me not to bend over in front of you.”
Damn him. How the fuck was having someone bent over in front of me making me even harder!!! Him and his damn smirks. Ah well.
Another hour passed and each random thought brought another hard on. Fuck. I know he noticed.
“John. Come here for a sec.”
I should have known. Walking back to the far corner behind the last shelf I saw him leaning over and into this large plastic tub. And I mean leaning over it. Damn
DAMN HIM.
If I thought I had the hardest boner earlier I was wrong.
FUCK it.
I walked up to him and put one hand on his waist and another on his shoulders so he couldn’t lift up. And I ground my crotch into his ass.
“Feel that bitch? That’s how frustrated I am! You little tease!”
“John really… let me up… stop… what are you doing??” By then I started grinding my crotch into his ass more… effectively dry fucking him.
“Damn Brett… you feel good.” Fuck. I am not gay… but FUCK I needed release.
“Get off me!”
“I will when I’m done!!!” Reaching down with the hand that was on his waist… I opened my jeans and let them slide down my thighs…. my 8 inch dick sprung out hard as hell.
Now i’m not stupid… and I kind of…. well not really but I should of had second thoughts… but I didn’t want to feel my dick against his jeans… so I reached around… and opened his pants… dropping them to the floor.
“FUCK NO John!”
“Relax bitch… I’m just going to hump your crack” And with that I laid my hard on right in his ass crack. He groaned in disgust or something.
I started humping his crack slowly… then speeding up as I got more and more turned on. Damn me… it felt good. He wasn’t really struggling… he was kind of just saying “no no no” over and over…
OH SHIT. We heard footsteps. The door to the stockroom opened… and someone walked in. We could hear them rummaging around a shelf. Ha-ha. Feeling like the jerk I am I reached around and grabbed his dick and started to massage his soft cock. Would he yell?
Nope he didn’t.
The footsteps faded and I could hear Brett grunt. HOLY SHIT… his dick was getting hard in my hand. Damn….
I thought I could be satisfied with a hump of his crack but….
I slipped lower and lunged forward slightly… bull’s-eye. The tip wedged in his asshole just slightly.
“HOLY SHIT. NO DUDE. NO. You can hump my crack but don’t.”
“Shut up bitch… I’m going to let go of your shoulders to hold your waist. You try to get up and I’m going to push you right back down. Got it?”
I grabbed his waist with both hands and steadily pushed forward. DAMN… we both groaned at the same time as the head slipped inside. I reached around to feel his cock… and bring it back up to full hardness.
Grabbing his waist tightly I slowly pushed the length of my dick in his ass…. and then I bottomed out. Fuck my balls slapped his ass!
“Oh god oh god” he moaned.
I jacked his dick a few more times… and then started fucking him slowly… and then started to pick up the pace… I knew I wouldn’t last long. I was groaning loudly and I knew I was getting close.
Reaching down I felt him to be really hard. I slammed into him over and over and I felt my dick start to expand. I pulled his body up so he was standing there in front of me with my dick buried in his ass. I bit his shoulder hard and then whispered in his ear… “Get ready for it little bitch.”
And then I lowered myself slightly and slammed up into him. He grunted hard. I did it again. And again… god… my dick was expanding… he grabbed my arms! “I can feel it! You’re going to cum in my ass!”
“FUCK YES!” and with that I lunged up into him a final time and felt my cock explode into his male body.

The girls:
Tina, 23 years old (34B-24-35), 5′4″ tall. A very pretty brunette with a slim, tight body from years of doing yoga. She has firm and perky tits and a completely shaved pussy with a piercing in her clit. She enjoys being in charge and takes great pleasure in fucking her girlfriend Lisa in both her holes with one of her big strap-ons.
Lisa, 21 years old (35B-25-35), 5′3″ tall. This hot blonde is the typical sex kitten type. Her body toned from the gym and her skin tanned with no tan lines to be found anywhere. She also keeps her pussy completely shaved, since Tina introduced her to that a few years ago.
Mia, 24 years old (34C-23-34), 5′1″ tall. Tina and Lisa’s neighbor and a cute Asian girl. She’s petite, but has large, fake tits. They’ve been done rather tastefully, so they don’t seem too outlandish on her small frame. Her pussy is shaved like the other two girls, but she keeps a small heart-shaped patch above her mound.
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Tina and Lisa’s apartment, Friday night - 8pm.
So there she was. On her hands and knees on their bed once again.
She was blindfolded and her wrists were tied to the headboard of the bed with a piece of soft rope. She could have torn herself free if she wanted to, but she had no intentions of doing that.
There was no sound to be heard, except for the low buzz of the vibrator stuck in her pussy. She could feel her juices running down her legs and she was just wishing Tina would come back and finish the job, she’d been on the brink of an orgasm for what seemed like ages now.
She had no idea how long she had been there, but it probably hadn’t been more than 10 minutes ago that Tina had whispered in her ear that she was going to get ’something’ to help her out with satisfying her slutty girlfriend. She was wondering what that something would be, just as she heard the door to the apartment open and close and then voices. Female voices. One of them was Tina, but she couldn’t make out who the other voice belonged to.
A few minutes passed, while she listened to the two girls talk in the living room. The door was closed, so she could only make out a few words here and there. She was pretty sure the words fuck and slut were mentioned several times.
She bit her lip in anticipation. What did Tina have planned for her? To let another girl fuck her? She could hardly wait to find out, the tingling sensation in her pussy increased in intensity just thinking about it.
Finally, the voices grew louder as Tina and the mystery girl approached the bedroom and opened the door. Luckily, Lisa had no inhibitions showing off her tanned and toned body or she might have been slightly embarassed by being there on the bed, completely naked and exposed in front of a total stranger. Instead, it only excited her more. She was a bit of an exhibitionist.
There was a slight pause, then mystery girl spoke. “Wow, you weren’t lying Tina, she really is a total knockout. I can’t wait to fuck her!”
“Yeah, she’s so hot, I have to pinch myself every time I look at her tasty body. She works out five times a week and keeps a healthy diet. And she loves to fuck, that’s her favorite way of burning calories,” Tina laughed. “And she’s such a naughty little slut, you’d never guess it by looking at her.”
It was true, Lisa felt her excitement take control, listening to them talk about her, as if she wasn’t right there in front of them. She felt her orgasm crash down on her and she moaned and writhed there on the bed, unable to hold back any longer.
She heard mystery girl laugh, “Oh I believe it, now I’m just wondering where to start. Should I start with her juicy tits, her firm ass or that very sexy shaved pussy of hers? Hmm.. I think I’ll start with her tits, do you have some nipple clamps?”
“We sure do, you’ll find all you need in the top drawer over there,” Tina replied, pointing to the chest of drawers next to the bed. “There should be enough toys there to keep us busy all night!”
Mystery girl nodded with a mischievous smile on her face, then she walked over to the drawer and pulled it open. “Oh, that’s quite a nice assortment you have here, you two are really kinky sluts, huh?” She winked at Tina, while rummaging around among the many toys, looking for a pair of nipple clamps.
“You bet we are! We just love playing with our toys.” Tina was getting quite aroused herself, having her incredibly hot girlfriend tied to the bed with her ass up in the air and a buzzing vibrator working its magic in her pussy, all the while talking to their new neighbor Mia about how they should fuck her. She could feel her own pussy getting wet and couldn’t wait to get down and dirty with these two hot girls.
Mia found what she was looking for and held up a pair of nipple clamps with small weights attached. “These will do nicely I think.” She walked over to the bed and smacked Lisa on her ass with the back of her right hand. “So, Tina says you’re a little sex slut that wants to get fucked really hard and rough, is that true? Oh and I’m Mia, your new neighbor.”
Lisa was just recovering from her previous orgasm and was squirming with pleasure. “Mmmm so nice to meet you Mia and yes, it IS true! What do you want to do to me?” She purred and tilted her head back while wiggling her ass with the buzzing vibrator still in her pussy.
“Well, first I’ll put these nipple clamps on those nice tits of yours and then I’ll spank your ass a bit before I fuck your sexy, shaved pussy. How does that sound, slut?” She grabbed Lisa’s tits and squeezed them hard, then she started pinching the nipples and attached the clamps tightly, letting the weights fall down, pulling at the firm globes. “You have beautiful tits slut, they will be fun to abuse later.”
The weights pulling at her nipples made Lisa moan in delight, she had a feeling she would be well and truly fucked all night and she felt another orgasm building slowly just by thinking of it.
The blindfold was suddenly removed and feeling slightly disoriented, she looked around, trying to see who had pulled it off her. It was Tina, she was on her left side on the bed and she leaned down to kiss Lisa on her neck, before sliding her tongue downwards, to her clamped nipples. She flicked the weights with her tongue, making them swing back and forth, pulling at Lisa’s nipples even more, causing her to moan louder.
Lisa turned her head and could now for the first time see what Mia looked like. She was very hot! She was an Asian girl, not very tall, but with a deep tan on her incredible body. She had big tits that were obviously fake, but well proportioned to her small frame.
She was going through the selection of toys again and almost triumphantly, she pulled out a huge, pink strap-on, holding it up in the air. She smiled down at Lisa, “So, slut.. is this what you want in that tight, smooth pussy of yours?” She was strapping it on in the mean time, obviously not going to take no for an answer.
Lisa nodded vigorously, “Yes please Mia! Please stuff it in there! I’ll be a good little slut and take it all!”
Mia would have fucked her anyway, but having a compliant slut just made it more fun. She poured a bit of lube on the huge cock strapped between her legs, with 9 inches in length and 2½ inches wide, she didn’t want to hurt Lisa’s tight pussy. She crawled onto the bed behind Lisa’s wiggling ass and in one swift move, pulled the buzzing vibrator from the hot blondes dripping pussy.
Lisa gasped when the vibrator was extracted from her wet hole and she could feel the cool air rushing in, as her pussy was still a little distended from having the vibrator stretching it out for over half an hour. She couldn’t enjoy cooling it off for long though, as Mia was already working on stuffing her huge strap-on deep inside Lisa’s shaved cunt.
“Mmmmmmm! That feels so good Mia, fuck me hard with your big cock!” The blonde was pleading.
Tina had crawled up at the head of the bed and had grabbed Lisa’s hair and forced her head in between her legs, making her eat her dripping pussy and muffling her girlfriends pleas for Mia to fuck her harder.
“Oh don’t you worry, you little slut, I’ll fuck you really hard!” Mia replied, as she grabbed Lisa’s hips and drove all 9 inches into her pussy, while she spanked her firm ass at the same time. “Such a great ass you have, maybe I’ll fuck that later if I think you deserve it.”
She grabbed the bottle of lube and squeezed out a little on one of her fingers, then she ran it around the edge of Lisa’s tight little asshole. “I’ll put this huge strap-on right in there,” she said, as she penetrated the blondes tight ass with the tip of her finger.
The thought of having this hot girl fuck her in the ass with a huge strap-on, made Lisa moan and wriggle even more, as she was eating out Tina’s delicious, juicy pussy. Tina had a good hold on her hair now, not letting her up except to catch her breath every now and then. Both of them were nearing an orgasm, the first one for Tina, but Lisa had lost count of hers a while ago. Mia was pounding her pussy with that strap-on, while fingering her ass too and it was all too much for her as the orgasm took over.
Tina came not long after. Her horny girlfriend was a real master at eating her pussy and she did all she could to keep Lisa’s tongue on her clit as she was thrashing around with orgasmic spasms. When her body had calmed down, she got up off the bed and walked over to the toy drawer. She knew exactly what she was looking for, she wanted to fuck Mia while she was fucking her girlfriend.
With a wicked grin on her face, she pulled out an 11 inch strap-on. It was truly massive, around 3 inches wide. She didn’t fuck Lisa with it that often, since it took a lot of preparation for her little blonde slut to take it all, but when she did, they both came like crazy.
Mia was far too busy fucking Lisa’s tight pussy and fingering her ass to notice what Tina was up to, so it came as a bit of a shock when she felt what seemed like a baseball bat poking at the entrance to her cunt. She looked back and her eyes widened when she saw Tinas slim figure with that obscene cock strapped between her legs. “Oh, you two are such horny sluts! You want to fuck my pussy while I fuck your girlfriend, huh?” Mia smiled back at Tina.
“You bet I do Mia!” Tina replied with an evil grin. “If I can make it fit in there, your pussy is so tight.” She poured more lube all over the strap-on and struggled a bit more, trying to squeeze it in the tight opening. Finally, the head popped in and Mia started moaning loudly.
Tina grabbed the hot Asians hips and slowly started pushing the monster strap-on deeper inside her tight cunt. It was hard work and she had to pull out and lube it up several times to make it go deeper. She was quite sure that Mia had never had anything this big in her pussy before.
Mia had slowed down fucking Lisa, it was all she could do just to keep her own strap-on in the blondes pussy while she felt her own pussy being stretched by Tina’s ridiculously huge fake cock. She had pushed deep inside Lisa and was lying on top of her, with her tits squeezed against her back, trying to get used to the monster making its way inside her.
Once she felt reasonably comfortable, she started fucking Lisa again, trying to move back as Tina was moving forward, she really wanted to feel that monster all the way in her. She let go of Lisa’s hips, Tina was setting the pace now anyway, so she reached down and started playing with the blondes tits instead, flicking her nipples, causing the weights to swing even more than they were already.
They fucked like that for around 20 minutes before collapsing in a pile on the bed, Lisa and Mia slumped on their sides, with the Asians big strap-on still embedded deep in the blondes pussy. Tina rolled onto her back and just stayed there panting after her furious pounding of Mia’s tight little cunt. All 11 inches of her strap-on stood up in the air, glistening with Mia’s juices, like some trophy for her efforts.
Lisa was the first one to recover and still moaning with the sensation of her pussy being stuffed, she looked over at Tina and got a wicked smile on her face looking at her girlfriends monster strap-on. “I’ve got to get me some of that,” she thought, and reluctantly pulled herself forward, making Mia’s strap-on slip out of her pussy. She undid the rope around her wrists and climbed on top of Tina and carefully lowered herself onto the shiny pole, letting out a long moan as inch after inch made its way deep inside her tight cunt.
Tina felt the energy return, watching her slutty girlfriend mount her huge cock. She grabbed the hot blondes waist and pulled her down, while thrusting her own hips up, making all 11 inches disappear into the little sluts pussy.
Lisa was screaming, “Oh fuck! Ram that cock in my pussy, it’s so BIG!” Then she started bouncing up and down on the massive pole, grabbing on to Tina’s tits for balance.
Mia got up on her knees and started stroking her fake cock, just like it was a real one. It was still wet with Lisa’s juices. “You two girls are so hot! I feel like playing some more with this cock, but where to put it?” She giggled.
Tina smiled at her with a mischievous look on her face, “I bet Lisa would love to take it up the ass, isn’t that right my little slut?”
Lisa almost came from the thought alone, “Oh God, yes! Stick it up my tight little ass and pound it really hard!”
That was all Mia needed to hear, so she got up behind Lisa and grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing out a generous amount all over the hot blondes ass and up and down all 9 inches of her strap-on. Then she gently pushed Lisa forwards, while Tina grabbed her girlfriends asscheeks and held them apart, making it easier for Mia to stuff her big strap-on up Lisa’s tight little butt.
Lisa tried to relax, she’d been fucked in the ass before many times by Tina, but never with such a huge cock stuffed in her pussy at the same time. She desperately wanted Mia to just ram it in there and fuck her brains out.
Mia aimed her cock at Lisa’s tight opening and gently began pushing and prodding, trying to squeeze it in. “Here it comes little slut!” With those words, she pushed hard and watched with admiration as the hot blondes asshole accepted inch after inch of her cock until she’d gotten it all the way in.
“Oh yes! Fuck me Mia! Pound my little ass!” Lisa screamed, overcome by yet another orgasm.
Mia laughed. “What the slut wants, the slut gets!” She began moving her strap-on slowly at first, then gradually picking up the pace.
Tina was doing the same and before long, they’d gotten into a good rhythm alternating their thrusts. Occasionally, Tina would ram her cock all the way in Lisa’s pussy and Mia would go into frenzy mode and just pound the blondes ass with reckless abandon.

Lisa was screaming and moaning and calling out for them to fuck her harder all at the same time. She felt like one constant orgasm and after about half an hour of having her holes roughly pounded like that, she passed out and slumped on top of Tina.
Mia grinned wickedly, “I think she liked it.”
Tina laughed, “She definitely liked it. I’m gonna keep fucking her till I get my orgasm though, you should do the same.”
Mia grabbed the blondes waist and resumed pounding her ass, “Oh that’s just naughty, fucking a passed out slut, but I was so close to cumming!” The two girls kept fucking her until they came and totally exhausted fell on the bed next to her passed out body. “That was so much fun Tina, thanks for inviting me over!”
“Oh you’re welcome Mia, but we’re not done yet though, we have the rest of the night to play with our little slave here. After we get a little breather and she wakes up again that is,” Tina giggled.
“Haha, ok I’d love to stay for more! But what are we going to do to her next though?” Mia looked down at the blonde, then over at Tina questioningly.
“I’m sure we can think of something,” Tina replied, lazily stroking her 11 inch strap-on while she smiled at Mia.
To be continued…

Part 1
You have planned a special night of fun for your loved one. It begins with the two of you having a nice dinner out together. She is dressed in an elegant gown with the bra you picked out for her to wear. This bra has holes where the nipples would go and she is also goes without panties. Attached to her nipples you have claw nipples clamps attached to her. Running from the chain hanging between her breasts you have a chain going down and a clit clamp attached to her clit stimulating her.
Knowing that she will try and behave herself this night, because she understands the fun of the scene you have in mind for her tonight. The following is an insight as it unfolds…
After the wonderful dinner you walk with her back to the car and tell her to close her eyes. Once her eyes are closed you slide a blindfold over her eyes and whisper to her not to touch it or take it off. Smiling you watch as she trembles lightly to what she has happening to her and to what she has been told. Once she is blindfolded you help her get into the car and begin the trip back home. On the drive home you watch your lover tremble with the anticipation of what the night holds in store for her. You reach over and slowly slide her dress up her thighs caressing her tender soft skin. Exposing her naked pussy to your gaze and touch. As your fingers graze her lightly and softly, you watch her excitement grow and you feel the wetness of her pussy running out of her. You glance down at her pussy and see how wet she is and knowing the reason she is this wet and smiling to yourself.
Arriving back home you get out of the car and move around and open her door and help her out of the car. You undo her seat belt and leaving her dress bunched around her hips, you help her out of the car and walk her to the house. Knowing that her naked ass is bare to all to see as you keep her dress bunched up around her waist. Moving into the house and shutting the door behind you, whispering to her to strip and stand before you. Moving to her and undoing one clamp at a time so she can take off her bra and reattaching them smiling and watching her tremble with desire.
Moving her slowly to the table you have set up in the living room for this night and standing her to face it. Binding her hands to the top corners and then spreading her legs and binding her ankles to the bottom corners. Walking around to the other side of the table and seeing her breast sticking through the holes you had put in the table and using a soft rope, you tie her breast together. Smiling to your self-seeing her bound up like this and open to what ever you want to do to her, knowing she is just as excited about tonight’s fun.
Walking to the table you have set up near by, looking over the toys you have set out for tonight’s activities. Reaching down and picking up the 8” flogger you like to use so much, you turn back toward her and move up close behind her. Lightly running the flogger over her back and down to her tight ass, watching her tremble at the touch of it to her skin. Once she has felt the softness of it you back away from her a little and then bring it down over her bare cheeks, watching as it leaves it’s mark on her tender ass. Hearing her moan from the initial feeling and then as you bring it back down over her ass again watching her body tremble. Knowing it is turning her on because of her scent emanating from her pussy. Raising the flogger again and watching it fall and find it’s home across her lower back and upper cheeks, marking them and leaving their red mark on her tender body.
Watching as she is trying to turn the pain into pleasure and showing you that she has learned how to focus and turn pain into something good. Reaching over to the table you smile thinking of adding a twist to the fun and picking out the 7” butt plug and running it over her lips getting the head of it nice and wet. Slowly sliding it into her ass filling her and then strapping it into place, moving back again and letting the flogger find it’s home across her now filled ass. Smiling at her intake of breath and watching as she tries not to move and convulse from the pain and pleasure you are giving her. Remaining as still as she can and letting you have your way with her body and making her learn more about how to focus and channel her feelings into pleasure.
Slowly raising the flogger yet again and bringing it down across her body this time hitting just below her ass cheeks on her upper thighs. Hearing her want to scream but moaning instead. Moving to the table and picking up the cat-o-nine tails, you look back at her smiling still having the flogger in your hands as well. Walking back to her and running them over her tight hot red ass and letting her feel them before they stick her skin. Raising your hand and letting the cattails fall across her ass and find their home on her skin, leaving a deep red mark almost breaking the skin. Watching as the tails fall onto her body again and again leaving their welts on her body, you watch as she has learned to turn the pain into pleasure and you hear her begging for more.
Thinking of something new to add to the fun, you reach over and pick up the 8” vibrator and slide it over her lips and move it slowly into her waiting hot pussy. Slowly sliding the vibrator into her and then turning the setting to the lowest number and leaving it in her. Smiling as her moans of pleasure grow in loudness and intensity moving around the table to her tied up breast. Running the flogger and cat-o-nine tails over her breast you raise your hand and lower the other to bring both toys into contact with her breast at the same moment. Knowing she wont pull away and knowing what is happening tonight is a turn on for her just as much as it is for you, you let the flogger and cat-o-nine tails hit her breast together again. Marking her breast and leaving the nipples even harder than before. Leaning toward her and licking her breast tenderly and nipping at her hard stiff nipples, you know she is close to Cumming but she has learned not to cum without hearing from you it is ok. Whispering just loud enough for her to hear, you tell her to let go and cum for you. Smiling at her as she hears and lets her body go to the sensation that she has been holding onto for so long tonight. Knowing she has also pleased her love tonight and that this feeling is rewarding her breathe on her breast and moving over her body slowly. Moving around the table to once again looking at her red and marked ass, you move close to her and whisper into her ear, that she has done well and pleased you tonight.
Kissing her lips tenderly and softly, you reach down and undo her bindings, then reaching up and undoing the ones around her wrist. Holding her up and then picking her up in your arms. You move her to the bedroom and lay her on her tummy, where you begin applying some lotion to her red and marked ass and back. Softly kissing her neck and shoulders you rub the oitment into her skin and feel her relax to your touch. Moving her softly to her back and putting ointment onto her breast as well and leaning down and kissing her lips softly and tenderly. Moving her hand to your hard cock letting her feel how excited the events of this night have made you as well, reaching between her legs and taking the vibrator out of her hot dripping pussy. You slowly move between her legs and slide your hot hard cock into her waiting pussy lovingly and tenderly.
Slowly sliding the head of your cock into her, feeling her open to you and grip your cock lovingly, you lean back down and kiss her deeply as you thrust into her waiting pussy hard and deep. Filling her with your hot hard cock and slowly begin to slide in and out of her. Thinking to his self and knowing he will not last long inside her he leans down and whispers into her ear to cum for him. To coat his hot cock with her juices as he thrust in and out of her slowly and deep.
She knows she can not ignore his command as she lets her juices flow out of her coating his hard cock deep inside her. Kissing her deeply and slamming into her slowly and deep, feeling his orgasm rising in his cock and letting himself go and filling her with his juices and feeling her let her self go as well again mixing their juices together. Sliding out of her slowly and leaning down and taking her into his arms and holding her close and softly to him, they drift slowly off to sleep in each others arms.
To Be Continued

On the surface, Judith was a plain girl. She wore wire-framed spectacles that were more obviously functional than decorative, a blouse and knee-length skirt that hid rather than flaunted her beauty, and her hair was pulled back in severe plaits that robbed it of any hint of flirtatious pride.
But underneath, although nobody knew it, was hidden Superslut. Like Judith, she was a first year Biochemistry student at Exeter University, but one who would indulge in any act of sexual and lascivious debauchery wherever and whenever the opportunity occurred. A girl who just didn’t know how to say no. A girl with which any man could easily have his wicked way. And a girl who would gladly go to any extreme. She would take a man’s cock in her mouth, her cunt or her arse. She would let spunk dribble down her chin and chest. She would let a man, any man, any combination of men, fuck her until there was no more spunk to spare.
Except, of course, that ‘Superslut’ was an alter ego that Judith had yet to unleash on the world. In fact, it was an alter ego that existed only in Judith’s mind. One she carried around with her all the time, but just not had the courage to bring to life. For, in truth, Judith was still a virgin. Indeed, she had never been kissed. She was so far from being Superslut that she wondered whether this secret side of her would ever see the light of day.
It hadn’t been easy for Judith to become aware of the sluttish side of character, if it could even be said to really exist. The requirements of her faith—or at least the faith she’d been born with and had lived with all her life—ensured that. It occupied all her spare time when she was not studying and, in the process, struggled to reconcile the book of Genesis—and, in particular, the first few chapters—with scientific doctrine. Everything she was taught pointed her in a direction contrary to the exact and literal word of the Gospel.
Her religious duties were demanding. She had her thrice-weekly attendance with the congregation at the Exeter Kingdom Hall near the city centre. She had the obligation to spread the good word in the form of The Watchtower magazine—a duty she observed as rarely as she could get away with, having endured a lifetime of doorstep rejection accompanying her mother in the streets of Middlesbrough. She had tedious biblical texts to memorise: never the ones where there was much of the sex and violence—of which the Bible had plenty—but ones that served to reinforce the arcane dogma of a faith she was beginning to question. Indeed, now she lived hundreds of miles from her home, the grip of her faith was steadily weakening. She even wondered whether hawking copies of The Watchtower and the drawn-out doorstep debates were really the proof of faith that guaranteed her a future seat in paradise.
However, Judith was as frightened of revealing herself as an agnostic almost as much as she was of bringing to life her alter ego, Superslut. She feared her mother’s reaction. She was frightened of the disgrace of disfellowship and the shame it would bring to her family.
On the other hand, here she was, far from home, surrounded by people her own age that her mother would characterise as jezebels, idolaters and heathens, and she could do whatever she damned well liked.
All the same, the pressure to conform to her faith was overwhelming. It came from the congregation at the Exeter Kingdom Hall, the tiny University Jehovah’s Witness Society (JWSoc) and almost every other day from the letters she received from her mother. How could she tell her mother, who she loved so dearly, that rather than being horrified by the sight of bared flesh, the temptation it presented, and the opportunity to download obscene images off the internet, she found it all very exciting?
It had been a revelation to her, far more so than anything written by St John, to view not only images of naked figures, which she’d already seen in art galleries, but sexual acts that often went far beyond what was necessary to go forth and multiply. Even what she had seen on television in the students’ lounge hadn’t prepared her for the acts of gross depravity she had seen on the internet. And contrary to her mother’s expectation that Judith would unerringly reject such foulness and hedonism, she had developed an appetite for it. And her alter ego of Superslut fully intended to satisfy that appetite.
If only she had the courage to actually do something about it.
In the meantime she had her religious duties to observe. At least they kept her busy when she wasn’t studying.
“Yes, I’ll accompany you,” she told Linus after the JWSoc meeting.
It had been another excruciating debate, led by Naomi, which once again attempted to elucidate the meaning of the ‘imminence’ of the Great Tribulation and inevitably resolved itself in metaphor and wishful thinking. How could something as critical as the end of the world be so dull? But when faced with Linus’ request that someone accompany him to propagate the word of the Lord and distribute copies of The Watchtower, Judith jumped at the opportunity. After all, Linus was by far the most attractive man in the society. In fact, with the exception of Aaron, who was a wheelchair-bound mess of neuroses, Linus was the only man in the Jehovah’s Witness Society. Perhaps he would be the one who would bring Superslut into the world?
In most circles, Linus would not be thought much of a catch. Amongst the half-dozen or so Jehovah’s Witnesses at the university, he was pretty much all there was. He dressed so conservatively that he resembled an actor for a period drama. Judith could think of no one else on campus who wore a tie. He was tall, gangling and acne-ridden. He took his religion absurdly seriously, although not noticeably more so than Naomi, Miriam, Bethany or the other women who made up the majority of the campus congregation.
Linus probably expected Bethany to be the one to volunteer for the duty. She was a fat woman whose choice of clothes was not only conservative but ill-fitting and whose dedication to the most tedious aspects of faith must surely put her amongst the lucky anointed. It had already been commented that Judith was lacklustre in her commitment, so he probably assumed she had volunteered to recompense.
The following afternoon, Judith and Linus spent several hours trailing around the streets of Exeter where they knocked on front doors and, with a cheeriness of disposition and a huge weight of magazines, pamphlets and bibles, sought to impart the good news of Christ’s coming and the imminent Great Tribulation. However, the good people of Exeter evenasthose of Middlesbrough. The only ones who gave them any time at all, and to which Judith and Linus kept engaged with resigned desperationm, were very old people, who were dreadfully lonely and hardly bothered at all the faith of the Jehovah s Witnesses w any different to any other protestant faith. One old lady was convinced that they were answerable to the Pope who she reminded them many times had once been a member of the Hitler Youth.
“Is that why you dress like you do? she asked. Is it because the Pope is a Nazi?
Linus shook his head a Judith made their way back to the tudents lodgings where he lived and wasn t too far from where Judith lodged.
“No one ever said the road to salvation was easy! he joked.
This, in fact, was the first joke he d made all afternoon in dispiriting and daunting procession of streets and doorsteps. Most of his conversation had been with the people they
“Are you going to invite me in for coffee?” she asked boldly when it was more than obvious that he wasn’t going to do anything of the sort.
“Coffee!” said Linus aghast. “I take no drugs of any kind.”
“Not even decaffeinated?” wondered Judith, who had developed quite a taste for coffee since leaving Middlesbrough.
“I have some herbal tea-bags,” Linus assented.
“That sounds nice,” said Judith, already more forward than the average woman in her congregation, although far short of the forwardness of Superslut. “I’m sure it’ll be very tasty.”
Although Linus had agreed to invite Judith to his small student bedroom for a cup of camomile tea, he was noticeably nervous. Judith wondered whether Bethany or Naomi had ever got this far, but she knew that even had they done so it was unlikely that they had thoughts as lascivious as the ones Judith was entertaining.
It was more than apparent that Linus’ sole intention was to dispense herbal tea and discuss the outcome of their door-to-door witnessing. It was an effort for Judith to direct the conversation to other matters, by asking him about his home in Sutton and his degree in Computer Science. Even when discussing such subjects, however, Linus had the irritating habit of finding a religious perspective, not least of all in the sinfulness of the students who, instead of studying the intricacies of object-oriented analysis and design, would spend hours playing computer games.
“These games are of the foulest kind you can imagine!” Linus said. “They are libidinous, violent and blasphemous. Yes, even blasphemous by the liberal values of the Church of England or the Church of Rome, for they feature goblins, trolls and demons which by rights should stay imprisoned in Hell.”
Judith knew exactly what these games were like, although she’d never played them. But the images of semi-clad heroines battling it out against demons with guns and grenade-launchers made her feel strangely excited.
“Do you want to make love to me?” she suddenly asked in a low barely audible voice.
Where had that come from? Clearly, her alter ego was not as well-concealed as Judith thought. But the truth was that she wasn’t really at all upset that Superslut had sprung out of the shadows. Maybe it would facilitate the release of passion she so craved.
Linus was shocked. In fact, he went very visibly pale. His acne-scars stood out blue and grey against his unhealthy white skin.
“What did you say?”
Judith repeated herself, surprised at her uncharacteristic boldness. “Do you want to fuck… make love to me?”
Linus froze on his chair and stared down at his hands clasped in his lap. This was a tense moment that went on for rather longer than Judith had ever imagined possible. When would he look up and, true to the form of all men, which her mother, the internet and the Bible had assured her were driven by desire and lust rather than reason, say “Yes. Yes. Yes!” And then they could fling themselves on the bed and Linus would fuck her just like all those porn stars did on the internet. Perhaps Linus had a penis as big as they did. She would love to find out.
Linus eventually raised his head and looked at Judith sadly and even pityingly.
“I shall pretend I haven’t heard you,” he said slowly and evenly. “I shall tell no one in the congregation or in JWSoc, as I have no wish to see you marked or reproved. You have committed the foul and unspeakable sin of lust, for which you cannot be forgiven, but the Lord is strong within me and I believe he would see this as a test of the strength of my faith. You are surrounded by heathens and atheists, so it is only natural that you should fall into error. Please go now and I shall make no future reference to this transgression.”
Judith was ashamed and embarrassed as she made her unaccompanied way out of Linus’ student dwellings and from there through the streets of Exeter. There was a part of her that regretted her lasciviousness and presumptuousness, but the loudest voice in her head was one which celebrated Superslut and was more concerned about the failure of her blatant solicitation than at the fact it had been done at all.
Judith was sure a gulf was opening between her and the other Jehovah’s Witnesses at the university, and this incident would serve only to make that gulf larger. However, the greatest cause for this was less her sluttishness—which to his credit Linus did keep a secret—but the fact that Judith didn’t really enjoy spending much time with her co-believers and made the unforgivable error of befriending students who were not Jehovah’s Witnesses. Indeed, there was one who was not even within the bounds of the Christian faith.
In truth, Judith had few enough friends at university and this was less a result of shyness but more because her conservative appearance made most students feel uncomfortable. Furthermore, she didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t party, didn’t play sports, and didn’t have any knowledge of popular culture. However, she was an amiable enough girl and, unlike the other members of JWSoc, didn’t proselytise or indeed make any reference to her religion. None of them, of course, knew that she was also Superslut, who’d gladly take any cock in her mouth and would wade in buckets of spunk if only she had the opportunity.
Kulthoom was a Muslim. An Indian Muslim, at that, but scarcely a girl who paraded her religion. Indeed, she was one of those students who Judith’s mother would most unreservedly describe as a jezebel. She displayed more of her brown skin than even the average female student and frequently sprinkled her conversation with profanities and even obscenities. Neither attribute would endear her to Judith’s congregation. In fact, she would be considered utterly unsuitable as a friend for Judith by her mother and even her father, who so rarely expressed any opinion of his own.
“Why so glum?” asked Kulthoom, after a seminar on enzymes where Judith had been even more reserved than usual.
Judith wasn’t prepared for this question and had no answer ready. She certainly didn’t expect to suddenly burst into tears within full sight of a couple of the boys from her seminar.
“Oh, Judith,” said Kulthoom with sympathy. “Come along. Let’s find somewhere to sit and talk. You’re not pregnant or something, are you?”
“Pregnant?” gasped Judith, wondering all of a sudden whether it was after all true that you could get pregnant from sitting on toilet seats. “No. No. It’s nothing.”
“Well, it’s clearly not nothing, Judith,” Kulthoom continued. “I’m sorry about mentioning pregnancy. It’s just a couple of friends… Well, it happens… I just wondered… I know you’re not the sort of girl who’d get pregnant.”
“More’s the pity!” exclaimed Judith bitterly and firmly, and her tears gushed out with less constraint, accompanied by throaty gulps. Where had this come from? Superslut would never have such inexplicable emotions. So, why did Judith?
Kulthoom sighed. “You’re frustrated by not having a boyfriend, aren’t you?” she asked sympathetically.
Judith nodded. “I never meet any boys. I can never get to know them. I’m going to die a spinster.”
“Don’t be silly!” said Kulthoom. “Finding boys is easy. But not when you dress the way you do. Nor when you never go out anywhere.”
“What can I do?” Judith sniffed miserably.
Kulthoom directed Judith to a seat and sat next to her. “Well, by not feeling sorry for yourself for a start. Look, I’m going to a club this Saturday. You fancy going? There’s a good chance that Eddie Halliwell will be DJing. But, even if he isn’t, it’ll be banging.”
“A club?”
“A night club. Where there’ll be dancing and stuff. It’s mostly techno and trance. It’ll be good.”
“Will it?”
“And there’ll be loads of boys there.”
“Really?” said Judith, visibly cheering up.
“Yeah. You fancy it?”
“Erm… Yes. Perhaps.”
“You’ll need to put on better clothes, though,” Kulthoom remarked. “They won’t let you in dressed like some kind of fifties throwback.”
“What sort of clothes?” asked a visibly alarmed Judith. “All my clothes are like this.”
“Fuck’s sake!” said Kulthoom, suddenly exasperated. “I only wondered if you wanted to come with me to the club. Do you really have nothing else to wear?”
Judith nodded sadly.
“Okay! Okay! I can go shopping with you as well. Get you some decent clothes to wear. We’ll have to go to the arcade. When’s a good time for you?”
It was the first time that Judith had ever entered any of the clothes shops that Kulthoom took her to, but they were shops where she was sure Superslut would be comfortable. She almost hoped that Kulthoom would take her into Ann Summers to look at erotic lingerie, but that was a step too far. Anyway, the ones they did go into sold clothes that were far more revealing than any Judith had worn in her life. At first she was very reluctant to try on the clothes in the little changing rooms, but Kulthoom insisted. She also persuaded Judith to unplait her hair so she didn’t look quite so odd, even though her clumsy clothes did cause a few eyebrows to be raised when they entered the clothes shops.
In actual fact, Judith didn’t choose any of the clothes she bought. It was Kulthoom who decided what Judith should buy and none of these were remotely like any clothes Judith had ever worn before, but, as Judith secretly noted, were certainly suitable for Superslut. They were slightly more revealing than the clothes Kulthoom wore on campus, but were not by any means outrageous. These were a short-cropped tee-shirt, a short denim skirt, a garish plastic handbag and small bootees with more heel than Judith usually wore, but not so much as to make dancing an improbability.
“So, let’s look at you, girl!” said Kulthoom standing outside the changing rooms in front of the mirror. Judith nervously and awkwardly strode back and forth in her new clothes, actually rather liking the image she saw of herself. Superslut was poised and ready to spring into action. Her arms were bare, her midriff was bare, and her legs were bare from the ankles to very nearly the top of the thigh. If her mother could see her now… Or any of the Exeter Kingdom Hall… Or any Jehovah’s Witness…
“I don’t think anyone would recognise you,” commented Kulthoom, unconsciously echoing Judith’s thoughts. “You look totally different. Yeah, I think we’ll be able to do the business. The boys at the club won’t know what’s hit them.”
When Saturday came, Judith walked across Exeter to Kulthoom’s lodgings: a four-bedroom flat she shared with three other girls. She didn’t dare wear her new clothes. She carried them instead in a carrier bag, which she thought in itself was a clarion call to the world that she had been into some wholly disreputable shops, but thankfully she met no one she knew who was likely to comment. She changed in Kulthoom’s room, feeling nervous and jittery but comforted by her friend’s reassuring remarks. She even let Kulthoom adorn her with lipstick and blue eye make-up. The image in the mirror was definitely that of Superslut and not of plainly-dressed Judith, Biochemistry student and Jehovah’s Witness.
“What time do we go to the club?” asked Judith.
“Not till after midnight.”
“Midnight?” said Judith aghast. That would take her into Sunday, the day of rest.
“Well, don’t worry,” said Kulthoom, picking up her handbag and slinging it over her shoulder. “We don’t have to wait here till then. I’ve arranged to meet some friends at the pub.”
“The pub?”
This was even worse. Not only was she dressed like a slut and intending to dance on the Sabbath, she was also going to enter a den of iniquity where there was drinking, smoking and, no doubt, other debauchery. However, since Superslut wouldn’t object to such things, why should she?
Although Judith did her best to hide it, her evening was one of acute embarrassment and awkwardness. Thankfully, everywhere was so noisy, everyone so distracted and everything so chaotic that nobody noticed how much Judith was really not enjoying herself. At least, she was dressed appropriately for her company. Kulthoom dressed more immodestly than even she, with virtually only shorts and a bra. Her girlfriends, and there were so many of them, dressed much the same. Some were Asian, one was black, but most of her friends were white like Judith. But it wasn’t easy to have any conversation with any of them, especially as it was so very noisy.

You just never know about people, what secrets they conceal.
I knew Daniel was Bi, but he didn’t know I knew (long boring story). I was just plain kinky, but Dan didn’t know that. We were long time friends and I sensed he was attracted to me, but I wasn’t ready to let him (and everyone we knew) know I was as wild as I was. I have to confess, I enjoyed teasing him; making statements that could be construed as advancements, then immediately closing the door, watching his confusion and frustration.
I was living in a nice apartment at the time and they had an indoor swimming pool facility. One night, Dan and I were watching TV and getting a little buzzed and I suggested we go for a swim. I told him I had a pair of trunks he could wear, and I led him into the master bedroom and tossed the trunks to him as I casually stepped out of my clothes and put on mine. He seemed a little uneasy, but I went right on like it was just two guys in a locker room, no big deal (what a nasty tease!) and Daniel relaxed a little and stripped himself.
I couldn’t believe the size of his cock. It was dark, compared to his pale skin, circumsized ( I like that) and though flacid, it had to be two inches across and four inches long. I guessed when it got hard, it was amazing. His balls were also large. From what he’d told me about his relationship with his girlfriend, he wasn’t getting much, and his engorged scrotum confirmed this. We went to the pool and had a good swim, then back to my place and smoked a little more and he went home.
That night I lay in bed thinking of Daniel’s beautiful cock and how it would feel down my throat, or rubbing between my ass cheeks, or gliding in and out of my ass. I got so horny, I got into my toy collection and selected the largest one I had. As I reamed it in, I thought of Dan between my legs. I wound up taking that enormous toy farther than I was ever able to before, and cumming as hard as I could remember ever having cum. Instead of release, though, masturbation only left me with more desire for the real thing…I wanted Dan and I wanted his cum. Since I knew of his problems with his girlfriend, I figured I could have as much of him as I liked.
Little did I know how much I was actually going to get!
My plan was simple: invite him over, get him nice and buzzed and then..(deep breath) tell him how much I wanted his root.
No, that wasn’t going to work. I wanted him to think he was initiating me, turning me into something, making me his, while I (innocently, Ha!) went along. I hatched a brilliant plan.
We frequently would rent and watch together “Adult films.” The place we rented from was uptight about their approach: Patrons would leaf though binders of titles with some descriptions of their content and then ask the clerk for the corresponding number. For instance, 11670 would be Filthy Cum Whores IV and 10432 would be Blow Job Vixens II. I went to the store and rented 11279, Slutty Co-Eds XIX. Then, I went back later and rented 90943 Butt Guys V. Then I switched the boxes. When Dan came over, I popped in “Co-Eds”, and we settled back and watched the first scene. These two studs got right to business and I glanced over at Dan and he wasn’t saying a word.
“What is this?” I asked innocently. “This is supposed to be Co-eds. God, look at that guy’s cock.”
Dan looked at me.
I looked at Dan.
“I never tried that,” I said, “Have you?”
“In college,” Dan confessed, “I experimented a little. It was the thing to do at the time.” He was sheepish, almost apologetic, cute.
“Did you like it?” I asked, all curious like.
“It was ok. I got off on the kinky aspect, it being ‘wrong’ and all.” He was looking at me strangely now. The video was showing two hunks in bed sucking each other in a 69, not that we were paying any eral attention to it at this point.
“I don’t know if I would be any good at it,” I lied, “Giving a blow job, I’d be all teeth. But I know I could get fucked. I’ve always been anally-oriented…I might get into it, I think…” The guy on the screen shot a load all over the stomach of his buddy who immediately added to the mess with his own spew. I looked at the video and said, “I really think I would get into it…with the right guy.” I looked into Dan’s eyes and he was looking right back into mine.
He was sitting on the couch, and I was across the room in a chair. The lights were already low. Dan was sitting with his feet on the floor and his legs apart. I could see a major bulge in his jeans. We kept looking at each other.
Without a word, I moved from the chair, across the floor and into a kneeling position in front of Dan. The look on his face was priceless, half terror, half hungry. I wasted no time, I didn’t want to break the spell. I reached up and undid his belt buckle and opened his fly.
His erect cock was sticking out above the waistband of his bikinis, pressing into his flat hairy belly. I pulled the elastic out and down and revealed an at-least 9-inch erection. It jumped a little as I freed it from the elastic.
“Wow, Dan, you ought to be in pictures,” I said smiled, and before he could react, put my mouth around the cock I’d been fantasizing about for a week.
Dan moaned softly and gently shifted his position on the couch so that he could rock up and down, gliding his erection in and out of my mouth. I picked up his rhythm and slid my tongue under his head and down his shaft and bobbed forward to meet his thrusts. I slid my hands up the outside of his thighs and wrapped my arms around his waist, moaning softly. I felt my moan vibrate his stiffness. I pressed forward and felt his cock going down my throat. I was determined to give him the deep-throat experience. I raised and lowered my head, taking more and more of his fat cock into my mouth and throat and soon I felt my nose in his pubic hair.
I opened wider and forced the last of his joint down my throat, while I moved my right hand down and gently stroked the underside of his large balls with my fingertips.
“Oh god! Oh god damn!” He sighed, “No one’s ever….oh god, yes!”
I pulled back to let myself breathe, but didn’t let his hot, sweet meat get out of my mouth. His shaft was slick with my spit and I took my other hand and started furiously jacking him off from the base to my lips, all the while playing with his sack too.
I was in heaven. All I wanted to do was make him cum. I sucked and licked his penis like a starving man. I teased his head and his glans with my tongue, and glided my lips along his fat shaft. I pressed the tip of my tongue into his cum hole and lapped out his pre-cum. I stroked him with my hand and sucked him with my mouth and moaned deeply with his organ in my throat. His gentle rocking up and down became more furious and I met his every stroke.
“Oh Ken! Oh Ken!” He breathed, “I’m going to cum!! Ken-”
It was all I wanted.
“MMM,” was all I could say with my mouth stuffed. Dan gasped a couple of times and then I felt his cock stiffen in my mouth and start to pulsate. I pulled back slightly because I wanted to fully taste his load. Both my hands were busy, jacking and tickling, and I pursed my lips tightly around his head as he unleased a thick stream of sperm across my tongue. I immediately tasted the sweet-acidic, thick creaminess. Pulse after pulse his balls delivered into my mouth and I held my lips and tongue there until he had pumped every drop into my mouth.
I pulled my head back and looked up. Dan was looking down at me with amazement in his face. I met his eyes. I raised the tip of his cock, leaned my head back and opened my mouth, showing him his load. Then I closed my lips, swirlled his semen around my mouth, closed my eyes, and swallowed Dan’s awesome sweet wad with a heavy gulp. I licked my lips and opened my eyes. Dan was staring at me in amazement. I smiled up at him and then, for measure, squeezed my fingers around the base of his prick and milked another large drop of cum out of the end, stuck out my tongue and sensually lapped it away, savoring it too, before again swallowing.
Now it was my turn.
I wasn’t about to let him run out the door after a blow job, so I quickly tore off my shirt and pulled down my jeans and underwear. I hadn’t let go of his deflating cock and I wasn’t about to.
“You have a beautiful cock, Daniel. Sucking you off has really turned me on,” I began as I was kicking off my jeans. I reached for a jar of vaseline I had under the end table and scooped up a generous three-fingers full. I let him see me do this, as I continued to gently stroke him.
He didn’t go limp completely and was in fact stiffening again as I shifted from a kneeling position amd into a half-reclining one. I kicked a leg up and rested it on the seat cushion of the couch, spreading my ass cheeks, and smeared the gooey vaseline recklessly all over my crack and hole. I leaned up and licked his shaft again and sucked his ejaculation-sensitive head into my wet mouth, holding it there while it grew. I looked again into his eyes and smiled around his dick, making a dirty chuckling sound, as I slid three of my fingers up my asshole. He watched me with his jaw dropped.
The vaseline made crackling sounds as I worked it in. I reached for more and lubbed the hell out of my ass while still sucking on his rod, which was once again, hard as steel. I closed my fist around his thick shaft and sensuously jacked it. “Now I want you to screw me, Dan,” I breathed, “I never wanted anything like I want this now.”
I removed the three glistening fingers from my ass and reached up and gave his cock a generous coating of ass-warmed vaseline. “I want to be on my back, ok?” I moved up next to him on the couch, never letting his cock go, and layed back and spread my legs around him, shifting around so he had a close-up view of my hard cock and slippery ass.
I let go of his erection and put the same fingers back between my legs, rubbing up and down, spreading my thighs wider apart and scooting closer to him. He immediately shifted around and got into a kneeling position, his cock waving stiffly, glistening with my spit, his cum and vaseline. I lowered my legs around his waist and opened my arms. As he leaned forward on top of me, my arms went around his shoulders, my hands on his back and the back of his neck, then down as far as I could reach to his ass cheeks, pulling him against me and down on top of me.
“I know you haven’t been laid in a while,” I whispered, “Empty it all into me, Daniel. I know you are attracted to me. I’m on fire for you. I want you to screw me babe, screw me good.”
Dan leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth. Involuntarily, I grabbed at the back of his head and pulled him down on top of me, spreading my legs for him. I felt his hot cock touch my asshole and reached with both hands and spread my cheeks apart, still locked in a deep kiss, our tongues exploring each others mouths. I could still taste his cum in my mouth and wondered if he could taste it too.
He shifted his knees one last time, I could feel his cockhead presed firmly against my slippery ass. Daniel pressed forward and his beautiful cock slid effortlessly inside of me. He held it there for a second as my ass gripped him tight, then let out a deep sigh and broke our kiss. He had a strange look on his face.
“That feel good to you?” I asked, with my eyes half closed. “Your cock is inside my asshole. You’re huge. God, you’re so big. Screw me, Daniel, screw me good. I’m so ready for you. Come on. Give me that big cock. I want it all the way inside me.”
Daniel pushed all the way into me in one motion, until lube squished out around the base. I felt his balls against my ass, then felt him grind into me a delicious fraction of an inch more. I felt completely stuffed full. His cock was fat, hard, throbbing and hot inside me. This was a thousand times better than any dildo could ever be. I went wild. All I can remember is grabbing at him, begging him to fuck me, to stroke it to me, to screw me, screw me, screw me.
I whispered dirty things bewteen gasps of breath, how available I was, but for him alone. How I wanted to be his receptacle, how he could use me any time he wanted, how I was his personal slut. I told him I loved his hot, bare cock inside me, how good his cum had tasted and how I wanted more. I told him how reamed out I felt from his fat cock, how open, how slutty he was making me feel.
I thought about screwing him in a car, in the woods, in a bed, in a motel room. He was sweating now and I lapped it it, wanting him completely. I thought of how nasty I could be for this unbelivable fucking stud.
I kissed and sucked his mouth and his nipples, grabbed his ass cheecks and ground my ass into him. My ass opened up quickly and soon he was pumping in and out of me, our bodies were bouncing up and down on the couch. I was holding my thighs wide open and his weight was on his toes and arms as he thrust, balls-deep and withdrew to the tip, again and again and again.
I really was being reamed out, I was so opened up he was having no trouble sliding into me faster and faster, the friction of his pumping was heating the inside of my ass. I felt like I could take on him and several others. I had never in my life felt this way. This was a completely new experience and I knew I wanted more. I never wanted Dan to stop fucking me, but I wanted him to shoot his cum inside me too.
Suddenly, he stopped.
His rock-hardness was jammed into me to the hilt. He shifted his weight and relaxed, lowering on top of me. He stayed all the way in and I reached around him with my arms and again wrapped my legs around his hips. We kissed deeply and passionately. I felt my heart beating strongly in my chest, I held him tighter.
Then he slowly, very, very slowly, withdrew. My gaping ass grabbed at him tightly and I felt every delicious inch of him pulling out of me. He pulled back until only the head was inside.
I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. He slowly pulled back some more and completely withdrew and I felt this great emptiness and my heart leapt. I held on to his waist tighter with my legs. “Oh yes, lover,” I begged, “Oh God, yes, make love to me.”
He pressed forward gently and slowly, and fraction by fraction filled my emptiness again. After the furious pounding he had been giving me, this was absolutely delicious. This man really knew how to fuck, and he was giving me the “A” game. I just plain melted with lust. I was already looking forward to fucking him again - the night’s possibilities stretched out before my imagination. Daniel was far better than any fantasy.
He slowly and gently screwed his cock in and out of my ass for what seemed forever. Our breathing returned to normal and I was kissing and licking his face and neck, sucking gently on his nipples, loving him, loving him. Loving what he was doing to me. He stopped his slow-motion grooving and looked down into my eyes, then rocked forward until he was again buried to the hilt in my spread open ass. He let out a long, deep sigh.
I felt his shaft pulsing deep in my ass, and I knew he was ejaculating. I spread my legs wide and pulled my knees up toward my chest so he could be completely inside of me. I reached down and stroked his balls gently as they tightened and he pumped his sweet load deep, deep inside of me. I closed my eyes and kissed him passionately as he came.
The look on his face, the feeling of his dick spasming and the sheer thought of Daniel fucking me on my couch pushed me over the edge. My straining hard on, untouched so far, erupted and a stream of hot cum shot up and hit the underside of my jaw, then shot after shot coated my chest. I had never cum so hard or so much before in my life. My ass clenched around his still jerking cock and I millked his cock with my ass.
Daniel kept kissing me as he slowly deflated. My own cock lowered slowly into a puddle of cum on my belly. Daniel’s shoulders relaxed and he gently withdrew from my fucked-open ass. I curiously reached down with one hand and two of my fingers slid effortlessly into my hole. I slowly toyed my fingers in and out until a flood of Dan’s semen gushed into my hand, which I quickly smeared all over my balls, ass, inner thighs and cock. Then I licked the rest of him from my fingers.
He was sitting back on his haunches, watching me with a bemused look on his face. “You’re wild, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Only for you, Stud,” I answered. I then scooped my own cum from my chest with a palm and smeared it on his flaccid penis, then leaned forward and took it into my mouth.
We moved into the bedroom shortly thereafter.

This is a continuation of Memories at the request of many readers. To those that voted and sending comments, thank you very much. In appreciation, I hope this writing is as stimulating for you as Memories.
“I lay there trembling wondering if they were going to do that there in front of everyone. Jean lowered her mouth to my ear and whispered, “Relax Amy, just think, we both want to eat you someday. Just that thought should keep you wet and horny until we decide to initiate you. We know you are going to love it and you will love doing us also.”
The quotation is from Memories and is the starting point for this Chapter.
Monday in Spanish class, I had difficulty concentrating. Erin kept glancing at me from time to time and had that sheepish, I know something, grin on her face. After class, she waited for me and said, “I hope you are wet and horny yet.” My nips went to rock hard immediately, my pussy lips swelled and I got red. She smiled and then said, “Nice, Jean and I sure want to taste you.” I looked around to see if anyone else was close enough to hear that remark. My mouth had gone dry. What could I say anyway? “Jean and I are planning a sleep over at her place Friday night next week just in case you are wondering when we might get together. That will give you two weeks to keep your panties soaked thinking about our tongues taking you to a place you have never have been.”
I stood there frozen holding my books tight to my boobs. “See ya!” as she rushed off. I heard a bell. Oh —-, I am late for a math class. I rushed to the class. Thank God, it was the large gathering in the auditorium. Late comers are not so obvious. As I was sitting taking notes, a familiar odor hit my nostrils.
I do not know if I was blushing but I was getting warm. My mind drifted to a female head between my legs. God I could not concentrate on the class. I decided to call Erin and explain to her that I will go crazy waiting two weeks and my grades will suffer as a result. I would plead for her or Jean to get me past this point so it was not constantly on my brain.
After math class, I rushed to the dorm to change clothes. My God, I was soaked.
I headed for lunch forgetting to call Erin because I was behind schedule. After paying for the food, I walked to the tables and spotted Jean with two other girls. My heart leaped to my throat. I found a different table at the other end of the room and sat with my back to Jean. Half way through my yogurt I heard, “Hi Amy,” as a chair slid out. Then, “Did Erin mention the party a week from Friday to you yet?”
“Yes she did Jean.”
“I hope you can make room in your schedule to come play with us.”
I could not contain myself any longer. “Jean I have been leaking since the other night. It has been much worse since Erin mentioned it earlier today. My mind cannot get the picture out of a girl’s head between my legs. Do you think you or Erin can slip over to my place and get me over this crisis before the party? You two have me climbing the walls.”
I was hoping you would ask. That is why I came over to sit with you. I remember my first experience at being strung out. I figured that by today you would need help. I want to taste you anyway before Erin gets to you. I know see wants to ask you tomorrow if she can be of any help but I would love to help you today.”
“God Jean, that would be awesome. My roommate moved to another college so there is an extra bed at my place.” I laughed at myself for that stupid remark. Are two beds necessary? In my case, we each had separate bedrooms anyway so it would not have made any difference if the roommate were there or not.
“What time should I drop by?”
“Anytime after six; the sooner I get this over with, the better, so I can get back to normal.”
“Amy your life will be changed just like it was when the guy took your cherry.”
I started to laugh. Jean had that puzzled look on her face and then blurted, “You’re not a virgin yet are you?”
I had to laugh harder. When I composed myself I said, “Jean, I took my own cherry when I used a Tampax.”
We both were laughing, now. I was beginning to relax knowing I would soon know what it would be like to have a girl’s head between my legs. Maybe it would be better than a guy.
I managed to cope pretty well the rest of the afternoon in classes. After class, the anticipation began to grow as the clock marched to the vertical magical six.
As the hands moved past the twelve, anxiety began to take over. I was wondering if she would leave me hang and not drop by.
At six-fifteen, the buzzer rang. My heart began to race. I ran to the intercom to make sure it was Jean and to buzz her in. I was a nervous wreck by the time she walked in. I had left the door open; most of us in the dorm do unless we desire privacy. After Jean walked in, I closed the door.
When I turned around, she was standing next to me. She reached out to hug me and said, “Thanks for the invitation. I am already leaking thinking about you since lunch time.”
She broke the hug and then she slipped out of her shoes and said, “I hate wearing shoes, I hope you don’t mind.”
She then took a finger and traced my lips, all the time looking at them. Then she leaned in to kiss me softly on the lips. My arms went around Jean. I felt her tongue slipping in between my lips. I relaxed my lips so her tongue could snake its way in. As her tongue made contact with mine, an electrical charge went straight from my tongue to my nips and pussy. I had to break the kiss to inhale air. Jean rested her chin on my shoulder as we held each other tight, both of us knowing what had happened because we could feel each other’s rock hard nipples pressing into each other.
I managed, “Wow Jean.”
I heard, “Yes! It even took me by surprise.”
We both were in jeans. I just had on a sleeveless, tight fitting workout top, with no bra. Jean had on a long sleeve, white silk, button-down blouse that simmered or glowed from light reflections. We both had our hair up in ponytails. We both are blonde with blue eyes. Jean weighs about 115, I would guess. I am at 120. She is maybe an inch taller than my 5 feet 6 inches; we both were barefooted so it was a guess.
After we had gotten our breath back she said, “Why don’t we go sit on the sofa and I will sit on your lap.”
We kept our arms around each other as we walked to the sofa. “Jean I know where this is headed. Would it be okay if I strip? I am soaking my panties and jeans.”
“Sure Amy, let’s both strip. I am soaking mine too.”
“Let me get a towel so as not to stain the sofa.”
I ran off to get the towel and ran back to place it in place. When I reached the sofa, Jean was already naked. God, her buns were perfect buns that any model would have cherished.
I placed the towel on the sofa and lifted up to strip, still facing the sofa.
I undid my jeans first and held onto the sofa’s armrest to steady myself as I got my jeans off, followed then by my panties.
As I was lifting my top, with my arms outreached pulling my top over my head, with my face covered, hands cupped my 34C breasts as Jean was pressing her tits into in my back. I stood there and inhaled a goodly amount of air as her hands closed around my tits.
“Oh Amy, these are so warm, and soft. I am going to enjoy playing with them. For some reason this natural feeling is so much nicer than those with implants. Amy, I am going to release you of your tension. Just close your eyes and float. We have all night to experiment with each other. I know you are anxious and tense. Let me get you relaxed so we can have some awesome cums together later.”
For some unknown stupid reason I stood there with eyes closed, face covered with my top, my arms outreaching for the ceiling over my head as if frozen.
As Jean began to massage my breast, soft, “Mmmm…mmm…mmm,” were emitting from my mouth. I felt the liquid trickle from my pussy, cooling as it was slowly sliding down the insides of my thigh. I could smell myself. I was embarrassed. I know I was warming up both from the embarrassment and the feelings in my breasts and my pussy.
Jean then used her index fingers and thumbs to begin to roll my hard nipples around while still cupping and holding my breast.
“Ohhhhhoooooo God, Jean.”
My knees almost gave out. There I am still with outstretched arms and face covered.
Jean began kissing my ear lobe and then my neck with soft, wet warm pecks.
She worked her way to my right shoulder and started down my right arm.
She dropped her hands from my breast and began to turn me but not stopping the kissing. The kissing had moved to the top of my chest. After nearly facing her, the hands went to my breast again and the fingers to the nipples.
There I was still with my face covered and arms outstretched.
I felt her stop kissing me but licking me. She was moving her tongue to my cleavage.
Her tongue was licking between them while she continued to roll my hard nips with her fingers.
She was licking her way to my right tit. I was tensing and wanting her mouth to take the nipple. As I felt her tongue at the nipple along with her fingers, I inhaled in anticipation of the shock that was going to hit me. It did not happen. She changed directions and was licking back in the directions of my left nipple all the while continuing with the slow, soft, rolling and pinching of both nipples.
As she approached my left nipple with her wet warm tongue and mouth, I tensed again.
This time her mouth did enclose over her finger and my nip. She released the finger grip, dropped her hand and sucked hard on the nip, twirling her tongue around the rock hard nipple.
“AHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
My enclosed arms dropped over her back. I arched from the impact, my head popped out of my top. I was now pushing Jean harder to my breast with my arms still locked in my top, which was lying over her shoulders.
Her right hand went back to holding my left tit while she was nibbling.
The hand then left the breast after maybe three minutes and she used a finger to begin a slow crawl down my chest to my navel, with a more deliberate crawl to my mound. The closer she was getting to my mound the more I was pushing her into my breast.
When her finger arrived at the top of my mound, she spread her full hand over it with her middle finger at the slit, covering the mound from top to bottom. Her middle finger began to wiggle its way into the slit. I was tensing more and more. There was not doubt that my juices were running. Her finger was sliding into the slit like a hot knife into butter. When she hit base she began a slow drag of her hand up my mound but with her finger deep in my slit; I knew her target.
God I was strung tighter than a guitar string.
She reached the button, massaged it fast and hard.
“I’m UUhhhhhhhhhhhhh…uuhhhhhhhhh…uuuhhhhhhhh…!”
Jean’s left hand left my breast, wrapped around me to hold me from collapsing as the most violent orgasm I ever experienced was charging through my body as if it were 110 volts of electricity.
My body was shaking uncontrollably. Just as I thought that it was over, Jean thrust two fingers into my pussy, placed her thumb on my clit and went at massaging the clit again and finger fucking me at the same time.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, oooo…ooo…oooo…!” as another set of orgasmic waves were rolling over me.”
She slowed down the finger thrusting and let me come down. I was dripping wet with perspiration and exhausted. If she had not been holding me as tight as she was, I would have been on the floor.
I do not know when she broke the breast contact with her mouth. All I remember hearing was, “Okay Amy for the finale.”
She used her left hand to study me, worked my top off my arms, turned me and lowered me onto the towel I had placed on the sofa earlier.
I was delirious. She lifted my right leg, placed the foot on the sofa, took my right hand and said, “Hold your ankle here as she placed my hand around my ankle. I am going to do the same with the left leg now.”
I knew I was exposing all of my private parts but I was no longer embarrassed and cared the least.
Jean then wrapped her hands around my thighs, placed her fingertips on my lips and spread them apart slightly.
“Wow, your clit is so beautiful and so is your pussy. You are so wet. I am going to love sucking you dry.”
She lowered her head onto my mound. It felt as if she had opened her mouth far enough to take it all in. I then felt her tongue gently massaging the clit. I had my eyes closed and could feel the impending storm. The pace of the massaging increased and along with it, my clit desired more pressure. I began to hump to her tongue. The faster she massaged the faster I was humping. The orgasm hit, I arched, with Jean sucking my clit and flicking it. I gushed my juices. I opened my mouth and went, “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, as it overtook my body.
I assumed she was sucking up the juices from the slurping sounds that brought me back to the real world. Her mouth felt so warm and nice.
I felt her tongue leave my hole and returned to the clit to flick it. I instantly started to build. I wanted it fast so I started to hump. She removed her right hand from my lips and inserted two of its fingers into my pussy. She finger fucked me while flicking my clit with her tongue. She used her thumb and index finger of her left hand to keep my lips spread apart.
It did not take long and I yelled, “Jean, Oh my God, yes, yes, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh God, oooo…ooo…ooo!” as my body went into the most gigantic cum it ever experienced. It kept rolling through out my body.
Jean did not stop using her tongue or her fingers. She kept me up, very up.
I kept the moaning up until I was spent.
That was the most intense orgasm of the day. I lost my grip on my ankles and went limp. Jean placed her hands on my ankles to keep the feet up off the floor.
Jean buried her face and kept sucking up the juices as they kept running out of me.
When I had my breathing back, Jean lifted her face and looked at me. I was in a daze but saw her covered lips glistening with my juices. She lifted herself up and placed her lips on mine. I instinctively opened my mouth to taste myself.
As we were kissing she returned two fingers to my steaming pussy, finger fucked me a minute, withdrew the fingers, broke the kiss and slowly moved the fingers upward across my belly, through my cleavage, over my neck and chin, and inserted the fingers into my mouth. My eyes shot open. I grabbed her hand to make sure she left it in place as I sucked and slurped my juices from her fingers.
“You are a slut Amy, a wonderful slut. We are going to have lots of fun together.”
While sucking on her fingers, my eyes lowered to look at her tits. They were perfect in form and probably a C cup like me. I guess she is 32-34 around. I knew I was going to love sucking on them and playing with them.
If sufficient interest is shown, I will continue. I hope you all enjoyed.

“You have got to be kidding me! There’s a secret knock and a password just to get in? This HAS to be some sort of setup.” David read the words of the email invitation over and over again as he feared the worst, mumbling to himself in disbelief and in confusion. He had joined an online group for Black men who sleep with other men and they posted the requirements to get a private invitation to a “special” party. It was supposed to be an all male, all Black, sex party with an exclusive clientele list and some really intense action. He had sent in the application two weeks earlier with all the required paperwork. For a fee of $300 dollars for the night, it had better be discrete, safe, and hot. There was supposed to be an assortment of thugs, ballers, pretty boyz and even some TS girls, every sort of brotha possible, all demanding the utmost discretion and all open for wild, uninhibited hardcore fucking. He read the email every day until the party, turned on by thinking about the possibilities but seriously questioning whether he could go through with it or not.
When the Friday night arrived he nervously made his way to the address in the email and sat outside in his car to have a drink or two. The home was no joke, straight outta MTV Cribs, but nestled out in the far recesses of a remote subdivision where no one would even suspect Black people lived, let alone partied to extremes. He made his way to the door and knocked. He thought for a second he had been transported back to the 20s because it was just like an old fashioned juke joint with a panel on the door that slid open and a set of eyes peering out. They were a woman’s eyes, no doubt, heavily made up with mascara and shadow and all that chick stuff. “Ain’t this some shit,” he thought to himself as he was struck with a wave of nervousness that overcame his body.
“Password,” she said.
Dave stumbled. “Oh, I’m here for . . . I thought this was . . . I’m sorry, I must be in the wrong place.”
“Password!”
He stood silent for a moment as he tried to recall the phrase sent in the instructions. The combination of alcohol and nerves were not conducive to a good memory. “Suckin’ dick is . . . wait, that’s not it. It’s something like, A brotha fuckin’ me is what I crave. No, no, wait. It’s Black men . . . Shit, I can’t remember. It’s something about brothas fucking and sucking.”
Apparently, that was good enough because with that, laughter erupted from the opening, the locks clicked and the door opened. Standing before him was an exquisite woman, dressed in what was obviously expensive lingerie. David was never attracted to women romantically or emotionally but occasionally he found himself slightly wooded thinking about them sexually. This sexy, chocolate sista, however, came with extra equipment that was more than apparent from the bulge between her legs. Somebody had spent a whole helluva lotta money on fake tits and hormones and whatever the hell else guys do when they want to become women. She welcomed him in and invited him into the sitting room.
Brothas were chillin’ in various stages of relaxation, undress, and arousal everywhere. There was an assortment of men; from light, bright, and damn-near-white to the blackest of ebony and every shade in between, heavy, slim, packing and not, some were attractive and others were not, it was a veritable array of chocolate for any taste. Godiva didn’t have shit on the men in attendance at this party. Dave was like a kid in a candy store and he wanted to sample all the treats.
This experience was a treat for David because he rarely let himself be sexual. It had been almost two years since he had been in a relationship and his sex life consisted of some a webcam and vaseline or a booty call with an ex occasionally. It was time to take charge of his sex life and he felt empowered surrounded by all those men that wanted the same thing he wanted. He affirmed that he wasn’t being a slut he was choosing to open himself to new experiences.
Apparently, he was looking a little wide-eyed and out of his element when he heard a voice from behind. “This must be your first time. Hi my name is Kalfani, nice to meet you.”
David returned the pleasantries and extended his hand into one belonging to a brotha with a beautiful smile and welcoming eyes. Kalfani was about 5′8″ to Dave’s 6′0″ but that didn’t make him trip at all. Dave learned long ago that height, much like size, did not make the man. Kalfani took the initiative to show Dave around the house. It was much bigger than he had initially surmised and in every lavish and expensively decorated room were brothas looking to fuck or get fucked.
Kalfani had been to the party three times previously and considered himself a veteran and showed Dave all the private nooks and crannies. There was a basement for BDSM play, a bathroom the size of most studio apartments that could accommodate those whose thirsts might be a little more alternative. There was a den that had mattresses all over the floor for some serious group play and lots of other rooms if you required a little more privacy. There was lots of TVs all over with fuck flicks showing hot bois getting down and dirty as well.
Other than a lot of solo stroking and mutual masturbation there really wasn’t a lot of action going on. “When does shit pop off in here,” David whispered as if he didn’t want anyone to hear what he was saying?
“Oh, that’s right, you don’t know. The host, Kevin, usually gets things going. He likes the anticipation to build so everyone’s on the edge and then he puts on a show and then it’s on and crackin’.
As if on cue, all the TV screens went to snow and an intercom system announced, “Gentlemen, the fun is about to begin. The TV screens flickered into focus. It was a closed circuit shot of one of the playrooms. There were athletic mats on the floor. Kalfani pointed out the host as he appeared on the screen. He was naked and glistening and hard as a rock. Along with him were several fellas that he had selected from the party to be his playmates for the evening.
On the screen before his eyes, David watched as the host had two guys kneel before him. They proceeded to suck his dick at that same time while another brotha was eating out his ass. David glanced around the room and saw men engaged in various acts. Some were fucking themselves with toys, others were watching the action on the screen while stroking themselves and others were ignoring the action totally and getting hot and sweaty in some intense play of their own.
David jumped slightly when he felt a hand reaching for his dick but quickly realized it was his new friend, Kalfani. Kalfani was rolling his balls around between his fingers and getting Dave really aroused. David returned the favor and went straight for the dick instead of the balls and was stroking Kalfani to full erection. He was not real long but he was thick as hell and curved. David loved dick. He loved the feel of it in his mouth, in his hand, the way it leaked precum, everything about it. Kalfani began to thrust his hips back and forth as he began to jerk off David as well.
David glanced back quickly at the TV screen and saw that the host had somehow managed to get two dicks in his ass and was sucking off another one at the same time. All inhibitions were now gone and everyone around them was now totally into the scene. There was fucking and sucking going on all around him and all the sounds and smells that accompanied hot man sex.
Kalfani grabbed David’s hand, pulled him over to one of the loveseats and pushed him down on it. He then proceeded to swallow David’s joint whole. David let out a moan and wanted to close his eyes but he couldn’t. In addition to the hot DP action going on on the screen, everywhere he turned he could see somebody getting served some hot, hard meat.
Kalfani was an expert at giving brain and was deepthroating him with no sweat. Just then, another guy joined them on the loveseat and grabbed David’s hand and shoved his fingers into his hot, wet hole. He was riding David’s fingers and stroking himself while Kalfani seemed determined to suck the ever-loving-life out of David.
David’s mouth was in need of being filled and he motioned for a guy who had been watching the action to come over. “Fuck my mouth,” David said and the guy climbed across his face and filled David’s mouth with dick.
Kalfani was doing such a hot job that spit was running past David’s balls to his asshole. Kalfani lifted David’s legs, pointed his tongue and drove it straight up David’s hot, funky manhole. He was sucking, licking, kissing, and tonguing that hole, driving David crazy. If David didn’t nut from the fabulous head he had been getting he was about to lose it from the slutty hole fucking his fingers, the juicy dick pumping his hungry mouth and the wet, hot tongue probing his mancunt.
The men fucking him had no mercy on him; they weren’t finished fucking nor did the give a damn if David thought he was finished. The nameless guy who had been pounding his hole grabbed him up in his masculine, strong arms, David’s back to his chest, and began sliding him up and down on his pole. David was helpless to do anything; he had no control over his own pleasure. Kalfani found another mouth to fuck as he faded into the crowd. Dave couldn’t get over the fact that he was being bounced up and down so effortlessly on this guy’s dick but lust will inspire men to perform amazing feats. He concentrated on squeezing his hole tight, determined to make the guy fucking him work hard for every drop of cum he was going to unload.
As the guy fucking him began to fatigue, David told him to lie down and let him do some of the work. As David began to position himself over the dick of the guy whose name he didn’t even want to know, he noticed that Kevin, the host, had made his way to a nearby sofa and was watching him in action, leisurely stroking his dick and fingering his well fucked asshole. David was inspired to put on a show that would impress the gracious host as well as anyone else who had the inclination to watch.
He stopped for a moment and looked Kevin in the eye right before he doubled over to suck the head of his own dick. As desperate for the taste of cum as he was, David had learned that little trick in privacy a long time ago and never thought he would share it in the presence of anyone else. He heard guys gasping in awe as he swallowed more of his dick than he had ever gotten in his mouth before. Not satisfied with just the taste of his own dick, David began to suck the dick that had just been in his ass.
He spit on the guy’s dick and positioned himself just over it, with the head poised right at the entrance to his hole. Rather than being in a kneeling position, he was on his feet with his hands resting on his knees. The muscles under his smooth bronze skin flexed in his thighs and ass, showing signs of flexibility, strength and stamina.
David made his decent, lowering himself completely onto the dick beneath him. He used this particular technique because it allowed him the greatest control over his anus possible; squeezing it in ways that made the person he was riding helpless to control his nut. He rode that dick hard, bouncing up and down on it, using it to fuck himself and give himself pleasure, using his ass muscles with skill and control. His technique proved to be too much for his partner to take and he felt the spasms and the hot cum dripping as he released the limp dick from his hole.
Ready for more hot action, he got on his knees and looked directly in Kevin’s eyes. “More,” was all he said.
Kevin moved slowly, sincerely distant and unaffected by the command but intrigued nonetheless. Kevin spread David’s ass to inspect the goods. He was rough with his treatment and David moaned in anticipation. He shoved three fingers in Dave’s hole and roughly fingered his pussy.
Pleasure mounting and without warning, the fingers in his ass were yanked out. Kevin pulled Dave’s hips back and started fucking his well used, stretched out hole. David was still able to work the muscles in his well fucked ass but the previous fucking had obviously loosened him up. He closed his eyes as he felt his balls draw up near his body as he concentrated with all his might in contracting his slack asshole to give his lover the greatest pleasure possible. Kevin pressed his body into David’s back and leaned close to whisper in his ear. “You keep giving up ass this good and you might just make a brotha fall in love with you.”
David closed his eyes tightly and watched the fireworks go off behind his eyes. Cum shot out of his dick and landed on the floor beneath him. He was flipped over on his back as Kevin stroked out his load into David’s open and hungry mouth.
The rest of the night was a blur for Dave. He got fucked countless more times; he even hooked up with Kalfani again and fucked him. He spent the rest of the night and most of the next day in a state of sexual arousal.
David slept the rest of the weekend, exhausted and fulfilled. Monday morning, he placed the call that would significantly change his future, no longer ruled by his fears and insecurities.

Author’s Note: I’m glad many of you enjoyed One Night In Vegas. Here’s the so-called sequel to it. Angie and Connor’s story was just begging to be told. This is just a teaser chapter, but it sets up the story. I’m nearly finished with the next chapter. Happy Reading.~n4m.
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Eight years earlier…
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me to go to college!” 16-year-old Roxie Hartley pouted to her sister.
Angie laughed. “Don’t worry kiddo. I’ll be back for breaks, maybe even the weekends too. And if you’re good, you can come and visit me at school.”
“Really?”
Angie hugged her little sister to her. “Yeah, Kiddo. Seriously. I’m going to miss you so much.”
Angie felt a lump forming in her throat, but she willed herself not to cry. She knew saying goodbye to Roxie was going to be tough, but she never expected this. They were really close. She couldn’t remember a time when Roxie wasn’t around.
“I’m going to miss you too, Ange. But I know someone who’s going to miss you even more than I do.” Roxie grinned at her sister.
“Oh yeah,” Angie asked. “Who?”
“One Connor Gavin. Have you said goodbye to him?”
“I’ve been trying to this entire summer. He won’t listen.”
“Maybe you should stop by his house and make him listen.”
“I just might. Do you want me to drop you off at Nina’s? You guys can hang out, order a pizza or something.”
Roxie sniffed and rose from the plushy armchair she was sitting in. “Can you? That would be awesome.” She ran hurriedly from her sister’s room. “Give me ten minutes.”
Angie chuckled, knowing full well that ten minutes in Roxie time was at least twenty in the real world.
Glancing around the room, a pang of realization pulsated through her body. Today was her last day at home. Tonight, she’d be sleeping in her bed for the last time. At least for awhile. She waited so long for this day to come, when she’d finally leave her parents house and move on to that next plateau in life.
And now it scared the shit out of her. She was leaving her family, and the life she knew for eighteen years. She was going to miss the hell out of her little sister.
And him. Connor. Her best friend since third grade. Out of everyone, leaving him behind seemed almost unbearable. They fought like cats and dogs, but Angie knew the love she had for him was fierce and strong, just like him.
Angie couldn’t place it, but it seemed that there friendship was slowly changing. Maybe it was the fact that she was leaving to go to school at a small university upstate, wh