Kim's Anal Romance By Warren Cramer

CHAPTER ONE
Jesus, Christ, I thought as I left my office and headed towards the subway. Tomorrow is the first day of my vacation. Five glorious weeks. It was a beautiful evening. Even the subway couldn't take away any of my excitement with its crowds of hot, sweating, tired people all going home after their day's work.
A half hour later, I was in my bedroom, stripped naked. I looked at my body in the mirror. For twenty-six years of age I was looking pretty damn good. My boobs were still nice and firm, capped with cherry red nipples, my waist was still nice and slender and I was an expert in the art of fucking and giving all the pleasure I could with my nice, tight cunt.
The thought of fucking, of having a nice, hard cock buried, no, slamming inside my cunt hole was enough to make the juices start oozing. Closing my eyes, I pressed my hand to my pussy and guided a finger to my wet gash. I moaned softly, to myself, as I grazed over the erect nub of my throbbing clitoris. After a moment I walked into the bathroom. I was hot and sweaty from the trip home from work and a cool shower was what I needed most.
Bending over, I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Stepping into the stall I closed the curtain and then stood under the cascading water.
The cold water splashing down on me sent shivers racing up and down my spine. My nipples were hard and puckered, throbbing with desire. Standing under the water, I caressed one soft mound in my hand, gently squeezing the turgid tip. At the same time, I reached down and gently stroked my wet pussy.
When I finally felt sufficiently cooled off I turned off the water and stepped out of the stall. Wrapping a towel around myself, I left the bathroom and walked back into the bedroom. Lying down on the bed, I spread my legs wide and unwrapped the towel. I looked down the length of my body, watching my tits rise and fall with each breath. Below that lay my dark tuft of pussy hair.
Absentmindedly, I began to stroke my inner thighs, enjoying the pleasurable sensations that ran through me. Slowly my fingers moved closer and closer to my open cunt. I sighed softly as I touched my cunt lips. I opened my legs further and pressed one finger to the hot, inner meat. At the same time, another finger slid down my ass crack and pressed against my blossoming ass hole.
As I touched my finger to my ass hole the juice began to pour from my cunt. Letting the juice run from my pussy down the crack of my ass, I then smeared the slippery fluid all around the entrance to my rectum, all the while moaning softly to myself.
Slowly, I began to slide my index finger into the warm depths of my rear, thrilling to the feeling of having to shit. Deeper ... deeper until finally I was all the way in. I could go no farther. Now it was time for my cunt. With another finger, I pressed against my swollen, wet cunt hole and slowly slid it all the way in. While, with my free hand, I squeezed and molded the soft, quivering mounds of my tits, I began to slowly slide my fingers in and out of my hole, faster and faster, until finally, I exploded in a luxurious orgasm, drowning my hand with a warm load of come.
After licking my hand clean of the tasty juice, I closed my eyes and took a nap., When I awoke two hours later, my cunt and ass were burning with desire for a nice hard cock. I knew my finger wouldn't be able to satisfy me this time.
Getting up from the bed I quickly applied some make-up and then dressed. Wearing a thigh-high mini skirt with a blouse cut low enough to expose an ample portion of my bouncing titties I left the apartment and headed for the nearest bar. In my condition, all I wanted was a cock and it didn't really matter whom it belonged to.
Sitting at the bar, in the semi-darkness of the cocktail lounge, I looked around, my eyes staring appraisingly at the men around me. Taking a cigarette from the pack in my purse, I placed it between my lips. Before I had a chance to light it myself, a lit match was being held in front of me.
"I hope you don't mind," a voice said.
Without looking back at him, I accepted the light. As a large plume of smoke rose from my lips he sat down on the stool next to me.
"May I?" he asked.
"Of course," I said, looking at him. He was very clearly handsome. Tall, trim, maybe in his mid-thirties. His smile was warm and friendly.
"My name's Bill," he said, "what's yours?" "Kim."
"That's a very nice name, Kim."
"Thank you. Tell me, do you always go around lighting cigarettes for strange women, or am I special?"
"In a way, this is rather special. I'll tell you about it later if you like."
His manner was totally disarming and I felt myself being drawn closer and closer to him. His teeth sparkled in the dark as he talked and smiled.
"Would you like a drink?" he asked. "Yes, Yes I would."
"Bartender," he said, "two martinis, very dry." Our glasses clinked as we made a quiet toast. We talked quietly. He told me that he was an account executive with one of the advertising firms on Madison Avenue. I explained that I was a secretary starting my vacation tonight. After a few more minutes of conversation I felt his fingers applying a gentle pressure on my knee. I smiled at him and he moved his hand a little farther up my leg until he was under my skirt, lightly rubbing my nylon-covered thigh. I opened my legs slightly and he readily accepted the invitation, his fingers moving up to the crotch of my panties and pressing against the wetness of my moist cunt.
Suddenly, he said, "Say, it's starting to get a little late. What do you say we go to my place for a nightcap?"
I was horny and the time was right. "Alright," I said. "Let's go to your place. I could use something stronger than a drink right now."
Bill paid the tab and we left the bar. Jumping into a cab, he gave the driver the address of his apartment on the east side. As we sat in the back seat of the cab, Bill put his arm around me. I could feel the tips of his fingers resting on the soft swell of my boob. With each passing moment, my cunt became wetter. I could hardly wait to get to his apartment and get naked, feeling his body next to, no, on top of mine. I wanted to feel his hard cock pressing against my cunt and then diving in.
Finally, we arrived at his apartment. He paid the driver and we got out of the cab. Two minutes later we were inside the warm confines of his apartment. I looked around and admired the comfortable furnishings.
"You have a nice place," I told him. "Thanks," he said, "What can I get for you?" "Bourbon would be nice."
"On the rocks?"
I nodded yes.
"Coming up," he said, and then walked over to a small bar that he had in the living room.
When he came back with my drink I took it and swallowed half of it down, feeling it warm my stomach.
As I finished my drink, I watched him take off his jacket, hanging it in the closet. Afterward, he took off his tie and shirt. I looked at the muscles rippling in his chest and then down to his crotch. I could see the bulge his cock made and I knew that I had made a good choice as to whom I should go home with. Kicking off his shoes he told me to make myself more comfortable.
I smiled at him and removed my own shoes, placing them at the end of the couch. At the same time, I also decided to take off my blouse. His eyes opened wide in appreciation as he started at the soft, quivering mounds of my tits. In my excited state, my nipples were already puckered, standing out in hard tips, almost brown in color.
"Mmmmmmm," Bill said, "very nice. Very nice, indeed."
The room was dimly lit. I smiled and held up both creamy mounds with my hands.
"And they're all yours," I said, "At least for tonight."
Bill moved over to me. and pressed his body to, mine. Our -mouths met in a hungry kiss, our tongues, wet with saliva, diving, sliding around inside each other's mouth. Bringing one hand up, he cupped one soft mound, his palm pressing against my turgid nipple. At the same time, I pressed one of my hands against his crotch, feeling his cock already hard and ready to fuck.
Breaking away from my lips, Bill brought his mouth down to one tit. I sighed softly as I felt the warm, wet tip of his tongue lick all around the turgid lump of flesh. His teeth nibbled gently and then he sucked it all inside. My fingers trembling, I pulled down his zipper and dipped my hand inside. I pulled his cock out, running my fingers along the hot, hard, throbbing length. I could feel the veins standing out as the blood rushed through him.
With a gentle pressure he forced me back onto the couch. My legs opened wide and he slid his free hand up the length of my thigh to my soaking wet crotch.
Raising my ass up in the air, I let him pull my pantyhose down my legs. A moment later I was naked, save for my skirt. That came next and then I was nude beside him. I moaned, hot with passion as his fingers stroked inside the drenched gash of my pussy. When one finger stroked across my ass hole it was like I came. Hot cream started pouring from my cunt and Bill knew then what it was that I really dug. Wetting his fingers with cunt juice, he then went back to my ass hole. I opened my legs as wide as I could while he slid one finger deep into my rectum.
"Oh, Bill, yes, yes, Ooooh, harder, deeper. All the way up my ass. Oh, God, I love it there. Oh, I love it."
As he finger-fucked my ass hole, he continued to suck on my boobs, first one, them the other.
"Oh, baby," he said, his voice husky with passion, "your ass is so tight ... so fucking tight, Jesus. How I love your tight ass."
"Oh, Bill, I love it. Stick your whole goddamn hand up there. Fuck the shit out of it. Oh, shit, baby, shit."
I was still holding his cock, but now that wasn't enough. Wriggling around, I finally managed to get us into the sixty-nine position-with me on top. I bent my mouth down to his cock and stuck my tongue out. I could hear him gasp with pleasure as I gently licked around his balls, lightly tugging at the hairs on the sack. Opening my mouth wide, I sucked one nut inside and gently nibbled it with my teeth. When I had it soaked with spit I moved to the other nut and gave it the same treatment. Now it was time for his cock. His beautiful, hard fucking cock!
Holding the hard, fat base of his prick in my hand, I lightly ran the wet tip of my tongue all around the swollen, purple head, feeling it throb with us with every move my tongue made. At the same time, I felt him sinking two, then three fingers up my ass hole while his own tongue licked at the hot, wet flesh of my pussy. With his free hand, he continued to fondle and squeeze my soft, creamy, quivering mounds, pulling on the taut, rigid nipples until I was a molten mass of lewd desire.
My tongue was now racing up and down the rock-hard shaft of his prick, tasting the musky, male flavor.
"Suck it, bitch, suck it," he said, through a mouthful of wet cunt.
Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I sucked the purple head of his cock inside, rolling my
tongue around it. Deeper and deeper I took it until, finally, I felt the head pressing against the back of my throat. My mouth worked like a vacuum, trying to suck the come from his nuts. I squeezed his balls and played with his ass, running my fingers up and down the crack and then sliding one finger up the male hole.
Saliva poured from my mouth like juice from my cunt as I ate the length of his cock. His nuts tightened in their sack and I knew that he was about to come. His fingers racing in and out of my ass hole and his tongue inside my pussy was pushing me onto the edge of my own climax. As the orgasm built up inside my own body, I began sucking his prick even harder, wanting to taste his hot load of sperm at the same instant my own body would erupt, flooding his sucking mouth with my load of cream.
Faster and faster, our mouths worked on each other's organs. I cried out with pleasure as he nibbled my erect, throbbing clit with his teeth. I could hear him groaning and I knew that his come was not too far off. His cock throbbed harder inside the warm, wet confines of my mouth. I scraped my teeth along the hard shaft. His nuts tightened. He groaned louder, digging his teeth into my clit and slamming the length of his tongue up my cunt hole.
Harder. Harder. Faster. Faster. Suck, suck, suck. NOW, NOW, NOW. His cock pulsated inside my mouth and then the first gush of his come slammed against the back of my throat. At the same time, my cunt erupted in a fiery orgasm, spewing my hot, creamy come into his sucking mouth. I worked his cock harder, draining him of his load, swallowing the slimy mess, savoring the musky, slightly burning flavor until his balls were hanging loose in their sac, empty.
Our first climax over, I rolled off of him and Bill got up to fix another round of drinks before having another round of fucking.
Together, we sat quietly on the couch, gathering our breath as we drank. With his arm around me, he stroked my boobs while I gently petted his limp cock. Almost immediately, I felt it swelling with renewed hardness. After a few more minutes it was hard enough for another fuck. After finishing our drinks we walked into the bedroom where we were sure to be more comfortable.
On the bed, our mouths met in another hot, wet kiss. With our hands we fondled one another's body. His hands stroked my cunt and my ass into a white-hot state of lust. His mouth fastened to one of my nipples and sucked it to rock-hard state. I moaned, my voice husky with desire.
"Oh, Bill, fuck me, fuck me now. Please, slam your cock up me. Please."
"Tell me where you want it, cunt. Tell me!" "My ass. Fuck my ass hole. Oh, God, it's so itchy. Fuck me there, please."
Rolling me over onto my hands and knees, Bill got behind me and wetted his cock with the juice pouring from my cunt. When I felt the head pressing against the entrance to my rectum I groaned with unadulterated lust, rolling my ass against him, trying to sink the head into my rectum.
"Oh, please," I moaned, "please, stop teasing me. Stick it up there. I can't stand it. Fuck me, 14
damn you, fuck my ass hole."
"Alright, baby, I'll fuck the shit out of that ass of yours."
"Yes, yes. Fuck the shit out of it. Oh, God, make it dirty. Treat me dirty. Ooooh, I love it. Now, Bill, fuck it now."
In one hard lunge, Bill rammed the entire length of that cock up my ass. I could feel the muscle at the entrance giving way and then the buttery-smooth walls of my rectum clasping his cock, not wanting to let it go.
Eagerly, I began slamming my ass back and forth, in time to his own movements, trying to sink the hard tool in even deeper.
Spit rolled from the corners of my mouth as I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow, excitement and desire rising in my body like a tidal wave. All I could feel, think about, be aware of was the cock slamming in and out of my stretched, wanting ass hole.
I could imagine my shit being whipped into a frothy, brown cream by his rampaging cock and the idea excited me, making me even hotter, even closer to my climax.
I could hear Bill grunting behind me, while at the same time I continued to mouth obscenities, spurning him on to even greater efforts, making his cock even harder inside the warmth of my rectum.
"Oh, oh, Bill, fuck me, fuck me. I can't stand' it. Harder, please, slam it harder. Oh, God, Jesus, make me come. Oh, shit, make me come. Please, now, Bill, fuck it now. Oh, Christ, I'm going to come. I'm coming, Bill, now, fuck my ass, fuck it, fuck it. Oh, oh, NOW, AAAIIIYYYEEE!!!"
With an ear-splitting scream, I exploded both in my cunt and in my ass. Convulsions of ecstasy raced through me sending oceans of my come pouring from my cunt. At the same time, I heard Bill give one final grunt and then his cock expanded inside me, sending scalding gushes of his thick, white come spewing into my stuffed ass hole. When he had shot his entire load, he pulled his cock out of me and rolled over onto his back, fully spent for the moment.
My eyes, glazed with satisfaction, looked down at his limp cock, covered with a slimy coating of come and shit. Bending close to it I sniffed and felt excitement rushing through my body, exploding inside my brain.
Like someone possessed, I opened my mouth and sucked in his scum covered prick, letting it wallow in the wet, warmth of my mouth, tasting the dirty flavor, letting it fill my mouth. Looking up, I saw Bill close his eyes, enjoying the pleasure I was giving to him.
After cleaning his cock with my mouth, I released it and lay beside him, my head on his shoulder, resting until we both felt like another round.
An hour later we were both ready to go. This time I wanted it in my cunt and I was sure he would enjoy it too. An ass hole is nice, but I've learned that a guy also digs a cunt, all nice and wet with juice.
We started kissing, laving our tongues in each other's mouths. At the same time, he squeezed my boobs while I played with his cock. I closed my eyes as he began moving down the length of my
body, licking me with his tongue. My tits quivered with excitement as he swirled his tongue all over the creamy mounds. The nipples were hard and I could feel them throb as his tongue moved closer and closer to the puckered brown flesh.
"Oh, yes, Bill. Suck them, suck my titties. Oh, yes, that feels so good. Bite them, Bill, bite into the nipples. Ooooh, harder, Bill, harder, make them hurt. Oh, hurt my titties. Oh, yes, I love it like that, I love it."
The more I moaned, the harder he bit his teeth into the sensitive flesh. I opened my legs wide, feeling the warmth of my juices running from my cunt down the crack of my ass and then onto the bed in a slimy, wet puddle.
After my boobs were soaked with his spit, he began licking his way down my stomach. I writhed with pleasure as I felt his tongue licking through my tangle of pubic hairs, moving down towards my soaked, dripping gash. His fingers trailed lightly in my cunt crack, making the juice ooze out even faster. The sensations mounted inside me until I could hardly stand it. My ass bounced up and down in the air as I tried in vain to get him to slam his entire hand up my drenched pussy hole.
His tongue moved down to my outer cunt lips and just as I thought he was about to start licking around inside my cunt, he dropped down to my thighs, below it. I moaned with disappointment as he began licking around my thighs, moving lower and farther away from the seat of my desire ... my cunt.
Within a minute or two he was at my feet and I was forever greatful that he had skipped over my pussy. I thought I would die from the pleasure as he licked over my feet, wetting them with his saliva. I moaned with pleasure as he flicked his tongue between my toes, and then, as a finale, he sucked one into his mouth, and then another, and then another, until finally, he had almost half my foot inside his mouth and he was sucking it like I would suck a cock ... his cock.
I closed my eyes and let the sensations of having my feet sucked pervade my body. After one foot, he did the same with the other and then he started licking back up my legs, moving slowly towards my dripping, slimy cunt.
When he sucked my feet it had felt great, but now he was near my cunt and that was all I wanted to feel. I cried out with pleasure as his tongue tip licked around my hairy outer lips and then, suddenly, he was inside my cunt. I moaned hoarsely as his tongue slithered around the hot, wet flesh, lapping and drinking the juices that flowed copiously from the swollen, horny hole.
I was gasping and moaning and crying and groaning, all at the same time as his mouth tore my cunt apart. His teeth, his tongue, his lips, they all worked to arouse me to a fever pitch and then keep me from coming. It was maddening.
Finally, when I could take no more, he mounted me, pressing the head of his cock against my open, waiting hole. I sighed with anticipation and pleasure, throwing my ass up and down, trying to embed the head of, his cock inside me. Finally, he lunged forward and buried the entire length of his tool inside me. I cried out as I felt the walls of my cunt expanding to take in his cock.
Slowly, he began pumping back and forth, driving his cock in and out of my hungry, wet, wanting hole. His mouth came down on mine and, while he fucked my cunt with his cock, he fucked my mouth with his tongue.
Faster and faster, our bodies moved in unison, each keeping up with the other, both of us straining to reach our last climax of the evening. I could feel the juices continue to pour from my hole as the passion rose inside me.
"Oh, give it to me," I cried out, my voice hoarse with lust, "give me your cock. Fuck me, you bastard, oh, shit, fuck me good. Fuck my cunt good."
Again, his mouth_ pressed down on mine and our tongues met. After sucking the spit from my mouth, Bill would refill it with a mixture of mine and his and then suck it back out again.
I pulled at his hair, passion ripping through my body as his cock and tongue continued to arouse me even more.
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "give me that hole. Jesus, what a cunt. Oh, shit, I'm gonna fuck you all fucking night, bitch. I'm gonna fuck that cunt right off you."
"Oh, baby, yes, yes. Fuck it. Take my cunt. Fuck it till it's raw and then suck it. My cunt is all yours. Just never stop fucking it. Fuck it forever. God, I love your cock. It's so big ... so fucking big. Jesus, give me all of it, slam that fucker all the way to my stomach. Slam it, slam it..."
And he did. He pounded, slammed, rammed his cock into me until every thrust was knocking the breath from my lungs and with every thrust, his balls would slam against my juice soaked ass hole, adding to my excitement.
"Oh, Bill it's so good, so good. Just keep fucking me. Fuck the hell out of my pussy. Just fuck the piss out of it. Oh, I love it, I can't stand it. Fuck me, fuck it, harder, harder, harder!"
Raising himself up on his arms, Bill really began slamming it into me. I swear I felt it touch bottom, but I still wanted more. The harder he slammed forward, the harder I slammed my cunt up to meet him. Pretty soon, our bodies were soaked with sweat, the smell of sex and sweat filling the room, inflaming us.
By rolling my hips I managed to change the angle of penetration and I felt the shaft of his cock rubbing against my swollen clit with every stroke.
The way it turned out, Bill was doing the driving and I took care of the steering, twisting first to one side and then to the other, raising and then lowering my cunt so that the steel hard shaft of his cock could slam into my pussy and rub against the turgid edge of my clit.
Looking down, I could see the shaft of his cock sliding in and out of my juice filled cunt. His balls were pulling up tight in his crotch so that I was getting all of the hard, solid meat 1 could want.
"Oh, Bill, give it to me. Give me your cock. Slam it into my pussy. Fuck my cunt forever. Oh, shit, don't ever stop fucking me. God, how I love your prick."
"Oh, baby, I'd love to fuck you forever, but I won't be able to hang on that much longer. My nuts feel like they're ready to burst as it is."
"Oh, no please. Make it last. Just keep fucking for a little while longer. Please, I've got to have your cock nice and hard inside me. Please, don't come yet. Keep fucking. Just a little longer, please, fuck me, fuck me."
I continued to moan obscenities, all the while slamming my cunt up to meet his throbbing cock, trying to make myself come before he shot his load inside me.
"Ugh, baby, I've gotta come. I can't hold it back any more. I've got to, oh, oh, baby, uuugghhh. . ." As he grunted, I could feel the hardness of his cock swell inside me and then I was being drowned in a sea of his molten come.
"Oh, shit, you're coming," I cried, "keep fucking me. I'm almost there. Keep fucking me. Oh, shit, harder, fuck me harder. Oh, crap, I'm almost there. Now, Bill, now."
But before I could come his cock went soft inside me. His lunges grew weaker and shorter. I tried to tighten my cunt to hold him inside, but it didn't do any good. My cunt was so wet with juice, nothing could have held him inside.
The moment his cock slipped out of my hole, he was down on his knees in front of me, pressing his mouth to my slimy gash. His tongue found my hole and began fucking while his fingers toyed with my sensitive clitoris. I could feel the suction of his mouth draining my cunt of the juices that were inside. Bracing my hips against the sides of his head, I steadied myself, trying to open even wider for him.
As his tongue slithered in and out of my dripping pussy I twitched and squirmed under his ministrations. Another climax was rising inside my hole and I knew that it wouldn't be long in coming. Straining to reach it, I ground my cunt against his face, smearing him with my slimy cunt juice. Hot groans of lust rose from my throat as the sensations grew stronger and stronger. And then I exploded, filling his mouth with a load of my warm, slimy cream.
He sucked hungrily, trying to drain my hole of come until he finally succeeded. And then it was over.
"Wow," I said when he finally pulled his mouth away from my cunt. "Between your prick and your mouth you can really get a girl going." And then I kissed him, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting the flavor of my cunt still clinging to his tongue. It had been our third come and we were both too tired to start again so we cut the kiss short with the promise of more to come in the morning.
After kissing each other good-night one more time, we both closed our eyes and fell into a deep, comfortable sleep.

 CHAPTER TWO
The sun was immediately above us when we awoke. It was almost noon. The room was flooded with the bright rays from the sun. Bill stumbled to the windows and pulled the drape, plunging the room into a soft light.
"I'd certainly like some more of that," I said, pointing at his stiffened cock bouncing in front of him.
"Baby, my prick isn't in working order when I wake up," Bill said bluntly.
"But it's still hard," I almost pouted. "Doesn't that count for something?"
"That's only because I've got to piss," he responded, taking hold of his prick, gingerly.
"But is it really out of commission?" I persisted. "Well?" I insisted after a long pause.
"Yes, but, it'll be ready in a few minutes," he said.
"Why's that?" I asked.
"Because when I have a full bladder, my cock's very sensitive. It needs a little rest."
"How long must it rest?" I asked eagerly.
"Just a few minutes," he answered, sitting next to me. Without hesitation he embraced me and covered my mouth with his and started making love to me. One arm was around my back, pressing my tits up against him. The other hand was stroking my ass hole and my pussy very gently ... teasingly.
Suddenly I wanted him to piss on me and I wanted to eat him and drink his piss. For some odd reason he had the same idea in mind.
His warm piss came. He was pissing on my pussy and my ass. His cock slowly aimed the piss at my face, I willfully opened my mouth and drank the sweet piss. It was running all over my face. I loved it.
My body moved slowly toward his prick. I was entranced with the enormous amount of pubic hair that covered the area around it. I licked and sucked his ass and prick clean. My hungry mouth sucked every bit of his cock and his balls, all that remained was saliva on the outside.
Bill then continued his playing, and soon began to tease the lips of my cunt and ass with his middle and index fingers, slipping them quickly in and then rubbing the lips, teasing them more and more until he could slip two fingers in my ass hole without the least resistance. My ass hung loose for him.
"Hey, baby, what say we get into the shower?" he asked, getting to his feet.
"Suits me," I said, hungrily.
We headed for the bathroom where Bill closed the doors and turned on the water. His cock had remained stiff and was standing out from him at proud attention.
I took the initiative and walked up to him and embedded his shaft into my ass hole, pulling the cheeks of his ass towards me backwards.
"You're a hot little number. Know that?" he chuckled, taking hold of one tit while continuing to adjust the water.
"Okay, in your go," he said, pulling his prick out of me and sliding open the door to the large stall. "You're coming, too, aren't you?" I chuckled questioningly.
"You bet your sweet ass," he laughed.
Once we were in and the door was closed, we again locked into our face-to-face embrace, I with my cunt full of cock. Bill stood there and let me do the work, an op_ portunity which I gladly accepted.
My ass hole was hot, and it was hungry, and cock could both feed and fill it, I knew. I quickly turned myself around and slipped his cock into my ass hole. It seemed to fill my need. If he wouldn't do the work, then I would.
I braced my hands against the wall and began to grind my hips up to him and I simultaneously bent my knees slightly to find the best position.
Bill had been massaging and playing with my steaming wet tits, sucking first one and then the other, all of which served to heighten my excitement and force me onto his cock more eagerly.
Suddenly his hips came to life and he started to fuck his prick into me. His stiff prick searched every nook and cranny and moved into me so that I was soon moaning and groaning with ecstasy.
"Oh, fuck me ... fuck my ass good!" I found myself muttering.
I was so hot, now, it was difficult to stand upright. I wanted just to collapse in a heap there on the floor, with my legs spread wide, and be fucked to my death. And I told Bill so.
"This ass hole of yours can really take it, baby. Oh, what a hole. It's better than a cunt. I'd like to see that hole of yours get fucked by a gang, and after the last one, I'd like to lap and suck it clean for you."
"Would you really do that?" I asked, passionately, only half hearing him.
"Yeah, baby, anything to suck that ass hole. And I bet you could take it, too. What's the most you've ever had in one night?"
"Seven," I responded, my will to ignore or resist completely gone.
"Seven stud cocks, huh? And that means seven stud loads, too, huh? Boy, your cunt must have been overflowing. Was it good? Did you like it?"
"Oh yes ... I loved it. It was so hot I couldn't resist. I'd love to do it again, right now. Anything to get fucked ... fucked!"
For my part, I was gone, I could feel no pain, only fantastic pleasurable sensations running through my entire body. Even though, Bill was pulling and pinching my tits, I immediately translated the pain into pleasure. And the more pleasure I found, the harder I fucked.
Our bodies, dripping from the hot spray of the shower, slipped and slid across and against each other. Each time we came together in a passionate lunge, there would be a loud slapping around. But neither of us seemed to hear it.
Bill had become aroused again and was fucking in all seriousness.
I, who had not really been satisfied the night before, was clinging to his cock and riding it as though my life depended upon it.
"Oh, Bill, it's wonderful. Give it to me, lover. Fuck my ass; screw my hole; plow it. Do anything, but make it feel good up there," I moaned as I increased the tempo of my strokes to meet his.
"You're gonna get it!" he shouted over the sounds of the shower in the little stall. "It's gonna fly any second now..."
"Please ... please don't!" I shouted back to him, clinging to him and trying to calm him, but actually contributing to his excitement.
"I can't baby, you're too much for me. Here it is ... take it ... take it..."
"Oh, shit," I screamed, clawing his legs. "I'm coming too. Aaagbhh . . Ooohhh ... "
As I said this, my own juices started to flow, and there were a few moments when my head was spinning so badly that I really had no understanding of where I was. The only thing I was conscious of was my writhing both under this hot shower and up against a hairy, horny man. "Oh, I don't want to quit ... I want more ... lots more..." My voice trailed off as I continued to lunge up against the unretreating pole of meat before me.
"Tell you what," he said. "Let's cool down and perhaps a little later I can get you what you want. Okay?"
"Do you mean it?"
"Of course I mean it, you dumb ass! You're so cock hungry you can't even understand me."
"Oh, yes I can," I answered quickly, maintaining the rhythm of my thrusts against his groin. "It's just that I don't want to stop now."
"Well, you're going to have to," he answered. "Don't worry, I'll get you more..."
"That's what I want," I cut in, "More, lots more..."
"Hold still," he said quickly, pulling my hips up against him. "Lean back... way back ... that's it, now spread your legs."
I did as I was told, wondering what he had in store for me.
"Don't worry, you won't slip. I've got hold of you. There ... that's it ... now don't move. Just relax ... relax...."
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Never mind. Just relax ... that's it, let that hole go soft for me ... just loosen it up . . . don't try to hold my cock with your ass, baby, it's not going anywhere.
I tried my best to comply, but I couldn't get over the feeling of slipping toward the floor, even though I knew I wasn't. It was just the position I was in, with my legs spread wide, my head thrown back and my breasts pointing straight upward.
Bill stood behind me, his groin still pressed hard against mine, his stiff tool sunk to the hilt up my hot and dripping ass hole.
In a few moments, it happened. I felt the sudden surge of head deep in my ass hole and immediately knew he was pissing up in me: cleaning me with his own body. The thought of it excited me and I let a moan escape from my lips.
"Like that, don't you, baby?" he asked, as his stream came full force, flushing me completely out.
"It's heavenly," I moaned, not moving a muscle and relaxing as much as I possibly could.
"It feels good to you, baby, just think how good it feels for me," he said, holding me steady.
"I can only imagine." I responded, quickly and passionately. I didn't want to miss any of the fantastic feelings of pleasure going through my body.
The warmth of his urine seemed to creep through my whole rear area, and rather than calm me, it excited me even more. How was I ever to be satisfied? I had no idea.
After what seemed like ages, I could feel the pressure of the flow subside, then come in forceful spurts as he forced the last few drops up into me. And then he was free of me.
"Now," he said fatalistically, "let's shower and see what the day is planning for us."
Our shower finished, and breakfast, such as it was, out of the way, we were ready for fate and her bag of surprises. And it wasn't long before she played her first card. There was a knock at the door.
"Wonder who that might be," Bill said, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist while heading for the door. I, in the meantime, dashed for the bathroom and closed the door.
I could hear muffled men's voices.
"Kim, you can come out, now," I heard as soon as the door closed.
I came out and found no one there, aside from Bill.
"Who was it?" I asked.
"Oh, just one of the fellows from the building. He dropped by to see what was happening." "Where did he go?" I prodded.
But before Bill could answer, there he stood! He had come from the kitchen. Quickly I grabbed a cushion from the sofa and held it in front of me.
"It's okay, baby. He's seen a nude broad before. In fact, you might even like him," Bill went on. "Bruce, this is Kim. Kim, this is, of course, Bruce," he said. bowing deeply.
"Hi!"
"Hi, yourself," I responded, blushing somewhat. "The least you could have done, Bill, was told me he was still here!" I said sharply.
"But, baby, didn't you say just a little while ago that you wanted some more cock?" he asked, faking seriousness behind his smile.
"Well..."
"Well, here some more is," he cut in, "And a whole lot more it is, let me tell you!"
Bruce, in the meantime, had taken a seat on the couch next to me. He calmly looked at my nude form, I could see he liked what he saw.
"What have you two been up to," I heard him ask in a low, masculinely sultry voice.
"Oh, nothing," responded Bill. "We just finished breakfast a little while ago." "At this time of day?"
"Well, we sort of slept late, and by the time we got cleaned up and all, it was already past noon. But what the hell, it's Saturday. What's planned for the afternoon?" he asked me.
I was caught unprepared for such abruptness. My face flushed and I didn't know what to say. "Well ... There are some things I've got to do today, and I do have a slight headache," I said. "I guess it's from the drinking last night." I finished. "Oh, I can take care of that," Bruce answered with a slight glint in his eye. He went to the bathroom and soon returned with a little white box. He took two tiny pink pills from it and- handed them to me.
"What are these?" I asked.
"They're what my doctor gives me for a big head," he answered easily. "They're much better than the usual stuff," he went on, with a twinkle in his eye.
Taking him at his word, I downed them with a swig of coffee from the cup still nearby. "Could I at least have a robe or something?" I asked.
"You really don't want one, do you? You have such a beautiful body," Bruce said.
"Of course I do!" I snapped, still somewhat embarrassed.
"What say we all have a short drink," he interrupted.
Bill didn't even wait for an answer. He quickly disappeared into the kitchen where he poured three straight shots. He returned and passed them out.
Bruce took one without hesitation, but I wasn't quite sure I wanted to start drinking this early. Besides, I wasn't comfortable in this situation and really wanted to get out of it. I didn't really have a headache. I had just said that, hoping they'd let me bow out gracefully.
But seeing that it wasn't going to be that easy, I downed my drink with the two men. The sudden heat from the drink burned as it went down my throat, and seemed to set me a little more at ease.
"Come on, baby, let Bruce see those beautiful boobs of ours," Bill said, quickly snatching the cushion away from me. I was totally unprotected, and it was difficult to appear relaxed.
I glanced quickly at Bruce, who was smiling. "Yeah, you've got yourself something here, Bill," he said. "I guess you've already tasted it, huh?"
"You bet your stud cock I have," he smiled back. "She wouldn't still be here if I didn't like it." "How is it, Kim?" Bruce asked me.
"How is what?" I asked, not knowing what the hell he was talking about.
"You know-how's eating?" "Eating?"
"You know, how's he at eating?" "Eating?"
"You know how's he at eating?" Bruce persisted. I flushed when I realized what he was referring to. "Ah well..."
"Shit, baby, you can talk to him," Bill injected. "He's as horny as I am."
"Bill," I asked changing the subject, "could I have another drink? I think that's just what I need."
"Sure, baby, anything you want." He went back into the kitchen and brought out the bottle and poured another stiff drink into my glass. Bruce took a second, but he only sipped at it. I supposed he still wanted to be able to fuck later. I've heard liquor is no aphrodisiac. I downed mine; I couldn't give a damn.
"How's that? Feel better now?" Bruce asked. "I think so," I answered.
"What say we have a little action," I heard Bill. ask, at nobody in particular.
"Suits me," Bruce. answered kicking off his shoes.
Without further conversation, Bill fell to his knees between my legs, and began lapping at my inner thighs. I couldn't help myself. Almost as though pulled by strings. I felt my legs begin to spread for him.
Bruce, in the meantime, had stripped off his tee shirt, socks and jeans. He was left only with his shorts. I could see a very full bulge in them, and the outline of cock made my mouth water. It was huge, and it wasn't yet hard! That's the kind of cock I like; big as they could make it.
Bill had removed his towel and I could see that his cock was already coming to attention. What the hell, I thought to myself. I might as well take advantage of the situation.
I pushed myself into a more comfortable position as well as a more accessible one for Bill. He took advantage of the opportunity and his face nuzzled into the nest of curly blonde hair. Bruce leaned over and took hold of my tits at the same time; he covered my mouth with his. His tongue shot into my mouth, forcing my teeth apart, and started probing into all parts of it.
I could only relax. I felt immobile as though I were watching myself at a distance. I could feel the sensations of the activities going on, but I couldn't seem to feel my own movements, only the result of them.
A sudden sensual shock wracked me as I realized that Bill had found my clit and was working on it.
"Man, are you ready!" I heard Bill mumble. "That headache must have gone, huh?"
"What headache?" I heard myself ask.
"That's it, baby. Just forget everything. Just let yourself go. This is the time for it," he said, almost as though I hadn't spoken.
Bruce had worked my tits up so that the nipples were standing upright and hard. They were very sensitive, and he seemed to know it. His fingers were toying with them just enough to continue to build excitement. Never did he give me all the feeling I wanted; my body continued to want just a little more.
I had reached down and taken hold of the huge bulge in Bruce's briefs. I felt two large nuts and a semi-hard prick.
Bill had spread my legs wide so as to work his way deep into my slit with his tongue. My whole crotch was already wet from his saliva, and he was wetting me still more.
Then he released me and sat up on, the couch on the other side of me. But he didn't leave my pussy alone. One hand continued to work the crack, while the other took over working one of my tits. I just leaned my head back on the cushion and enjoyed the sensation of being loved by two men at the same time.
Bruce took his free hand and placed it on my ass hole his long fingers stroked the length of my crack lightly, following almost the same pattern as Bill.
"Ohhh," I heard myself moan.
"Getting, to ya, baby?" I heard Bruce ask.
In answer, I squeezed his cock. At the same time, I took hold of Bill's stiff rod.
I closed my eyes and imagined the scene as though I weren't a part of it. There I was, leaning back on the couch with my legs spread, my head thrown back, and holding a cock in each hand. One was stiff and the other was getting there. On each side of me was a horny stud, each working on one tit with one hand and each playing with my pussy and ass hole alternately. The thought excited me still more and I began to twitch my hips.
"Yeah, baby, get with it. Let's see that cunt open up for us," I heard in my ear. It was Bill, and he sounded hot, really hot.
"What can we do for that cunt and ass to make them feel better?" I heard from my other side.
In response, I pushed my hips forward, causing a little more pressure against their hands, and at the same time, slightly forcing the fingers a little deeper into my slit. "Ohhhh," I moaned, "Ohhh ... that feels good."
"Spread 'em, cunt," Bill said, putting a little more pressure on my legs to pull them further apart.
Almost automatically I felt myself spreading as I was told. My legs were wide apart now, and my cunt was gaping open; my ass hole was throbbing for want of more and more.
The itching sensation inside just had to be satisfied one way or another. "Please," I asked, "Please ... please..."
"Please, what?" I heard one of the men ask. "Please fuck me ... I want to be fucked . . ." "How bad?" Bruce whispered in my ear.
"Very bad," I said, grinding my hips up to their hands.
"That's not bad enough," he answered. "You've really got to want it before we can give it to you," he answered.
Their active hands were working steadily, their fingers darting up and down my slit and around the lips of my pussy; and my ass hole. The sensations continued to send shivers through my body which, in turn, kept me in constant motion. Oh, how I wanted to be fucked.
"Bill, please..." "Please what, cunt?" "Please give it to me.. "Give what to you, whore?"
The questions were spat at me, and although I should have felt insulted, L instead, felt even more excited.
"You know what I want,'.' I moaned, passionately, my head still lying back on the cushion and my eyes closed. My whole body was in motibn. I was writhing under the manipulations of these four hands, and the sounds I heard inflamed me still more.
"Tell me what you want ... come on, let me hear you say it . . . What do you want, whore?"
"Cock! . . . That's what I want, cock!" I shouted, unable to control the tone or level of my voice.
"Is that all? Just cock?"
"Oh, anything ... anything to make my hole feel good," I answered, heatedly. "My pussy's itching to be fucked. Please fill it," I said, squeezing on both cocks at the same time.
In response, I felt more pressure against my pussy and ass hole as the fingers of both hands probed deeper, now together, now alternately. I tried to keep track of which hand was doing what, but it became impossible. All I could feel was movement, making me hotter and hotter.
The fingers were probing deeply and I could tell that more than one finger on each hand was busy fucking me. But it felt good. And I wanted it to feel better.
I raised my heels and brought them up close to my ass on the couch. That stretched my cunt and ass hole area wide: there was no protection -and no resistance left in me.
Bruce broke away from me long enough to remove his briefs. When he sat back next to me, I quickly found his cock and took it in my hands. It was wet from excitement, and as I rubbed the head of it in my palm, it spit even more slick fluid for me to spread.
"Oh," I said, "Fuck me with that. Get that up in me, Bruce," I went on turning my head lazily toward him.
"You're not really ready for it, are you?" he teased.
"Oh, yes ... yes, I am. Give it to me, now!"
"Be patient, cunt, you'll get it." He went on.
"Bill, I think it's time you cleaned up a little of the mess we've made down there, what say?"
Without answering, Bill turned his body on the couch and got on his knees so that I could continue to jack his cock for him. His head buried itself in my crotch, and in this position, he could really go to work on me. His tongue shot up into me and wrapped around my clit then back to my ass hole darting in and out like a snake. The sensations were maddening.
"Oh," I moaned. "That's it..."
"That's what?" I heard whispered in my ear.
"That's what I want," I answered lazily.
"What do you want?" the voice persisted.
"My pussy and ass worked. My cunt fucked, my holes filled."
"What do you want it filled with?" the voice went on.
"Cock!" I shouted, at the same time rearing my cunt up against the wet face buried in it.
"Whose cock?" the voice insisted.
"Anybody's cock!" I answered quickly. "Any cock I can get. Yours-give me yours!"
Not yet, baby. You've got to really want it to get it," he answered.
"But I really want it-I want it bad! Give it to me!"
"Uhuh," he answered, "Not until you've con vinced me. I don't think you really mean it."
"But I do," I said, whimpering, now. "I want it bad. My cunt's burning up. It's itching to be fucked. Please fuck it."
"What do you think, Bill?" Bruce asked. "Is she really ready?"
"I think she could use a couple of cocks." Bill said, almost in a commanding voice. "Yeah, two cocks!" he exclaimed.
Bruce had, without further objection, turned his body so that he was in position between my legs; his cock in front of my dripping hole. He raised his hips to the proper height and pushed forward.
"Aaagh," I moaned as the hot, hard head pressed into me. It continued its penetration without stopping until it was up to the hilt. "Oh, fuck me ... fuck my cunt. Give it to me ... Oh."
Bill was in the process of slipping under me. His cock finally gently pressing against my ass hole. Finally he pressed extremely hard and in went the cock. I had two cocks in me! Both men were now moving together.
"That what your ass hole wants?" Bruce asked, in my ear.
"Yeah ... yeah, that's the thing! That's it! Cock! My cunt feels like it's burning up."
"Turn her around so you're on the couch," Bruce told Bill.
Bill twisted my body around so that I lay the long way on the couch, with him under me. This was accomplished without the loss of a single stroke. Their cocks continued to probe up into me in long slow strokes, the steady movements continuing to tense and excite me. I moved my hips up and aligned my body so as to take full advantage of their stiff pricks.
I looked down and I could see one cock buried into me, and right under it I felt the other cock going in and out. The sight and feeling turned me on still more; I was lost in wild animal passion. I increased the motion of my hips.
Bill had not slowed his motions, and together, he and I managed to keep Bruce's cock slipping back and forth behind me.
After a while of this, Bruce slipped himself back a little so that his cock became dislodged from the wet nest. It was bone-hard, and it was dripping from. the combined juices of love. Bill continued fucking, he didn't notice.
"Don't take it away!" I pleaded. "Let me see it slipping around down there. Let me feel it slip up into me, again."
"Not yet, whore. You're not ready for it."
Bruce slipped cushions under my feet to raise me to the proper height for Bill. That way I didn't have to bear down on him, he only had to move his ass up and down. Then suddenly his prick slipped back still further and it became completely free. "What the hell!" Bill suddenly shouted.
"Shut up!" Bruce spat back at him. "I was just trying to make it better for you. Why don't you fuck the broad's pussy instead of her ass?"
Bill obediently did as Bruce strongly suggested. He rolled on his side and mounted my body. With one strong movement his cock was in my pussy fucking away.
Meanwhile Bruce was busily moving about the room. He picked up one of the cushions he had used before and slipped it under my ass. As he did that Bill's cock slipped out of my cunt once again.
"Dammit! What the hell are you doing, now!" Bill screamed.
"Shut up!" Bruce shouted back.
"You son of a bitch, you're not doing anything for me!" Bill protested.
"Oh, yes I am, cunt lover!" Bruce answered, his voice almost cruel sounding.
"I can't take that thing, you dumb fuck!" Bill said, his voice mixed between fear and excitement. "I can't take anything up there that way!"
"Shut up and keep fucking. You want that pussy and that pussy wants you. Just concentrate on that and everything will be alright."
So that was it, I finally realized! The guy is queer! While under other circumstances, the thought might have served to cool my passions, this time, for some reason, it only excited me more. I moved my hips back and forth and in circles on the cock buried in me.
Bill, for his part, continued to stroke into me, but with less enthusiasm than before. I knew he was concerned.
"Ouch!" Bill shouted, lunging forward into me. "Bruce, come on, please. I can't take that big thing and that's that!"
"That's nothing! Just take it easy and everything'll be alright. Just relax, pussy lover, and keep on fucking." Bruce answered him.
The idea caught my fancy. The thought of a stud getting fucked while fucking me seemed somehow exciting. It seemed sexy. It seemed dirty. I was all for it.
"Do what he says, Bill," I said, "Just think of my pussy . . . just keep fucking me. That way we can both have what we want."
"But I don't want to get fucked! That's not my bag! This motherfucker can stick that damn cock into any hole he can find. But I don't want it!"
"Yes you do!" Bruce said over his shoulder. "You don't know it, but you do. You want it as bad as her pussy wants it. The only difference is that she admits it and you don't. Now why don't you relax and take it easy?"
"Ouch!" Bill yelled again.
"Will you shut up, pussy lover! You've only got half the head--so far."
"That's already more than I want!" Bill responded.
In spite of his protestations, I could tell the feeling was doing something for Bill because his cock had suddenly become more rigid ... raging. His motions became more forceful, and instead of slipping gently into me, his cock was slamming into my cunt.
"Keep up the action, fucker," Bruce said, his voice forceful and demanding. "Keep stroking into hot cunt and get a little of the same."
"It's killing me!" Bill protested.
"Ah, but what a wonderful way to die," Bruce mused, still sounding stern and persuasive.
"Oh, yes, keep up the good work," I joined in. "It's good ... keep it up ... I love it ... please fuck me!"
Bill did as he was told. His strokes became bold and forceful. The length of his cock was repeatedly slamming into my hole with such force that I had to brace myself so I wouldn't be shoved off the head of the couch. I ground my ass back for him, trying in every way I could to make it feel better, to entice him on, to help him keep his pace.
"That's it, fucker, fuck .that cunt. Come on let me see the ass slam into her, that's it ... now give it to her. That's it, stud, fuck her!" Bruce's voice was excited, and the tone of it carried over into Bill's actions. He did as he was told. He plunged himself into me to the hilt and held himself up against me.
"Oh," I said, "Oh, that's beautiful. Fuck me. Give me that stiff cock."
"Yeah, give her that stiff prick," Bruce interrupted, "And give me that sweet, tight ass of yours. Come on, pull back. Pull it out of her. That's it . . ."
"That's it, fucker, back ... back ... there! You've got the head. Now the rest will be easy. Now you can really ride pussy!"
As he was saying this, Bruce was positioning himself so that his cock was in line with my cunt. In that position, all he had to do was hold himself steady, and each time Bill pulled out of me, he could not help but slip back onto the cock behind him.
"Bruce, that's enough! I can't take any more," Bill whimpered, maintaining a steady motion. "Yes, you can," Bruce answered.
"Yes you can," I echoed. "I can tell you like it. Your cock is raging. It's bigger and stiffer than I've ever seen it before. You must like the feeling up your ass. Tell me you like it-tell me."
"That's it, cunt," Bruce cut in. "Make him tell you how good it feels. Tell her, Bill. Tell her what it feels like ... go on, tell her!"
"It hurts," protested Bill.
"Ah, but it hurts good, doesn't it?" responded Bruce. "It's gotta hurt good or else you wouldn't keep fucking her the way you are."
"But I can't take any more," Bill insisted. "It hurts too much."
"Shit, man, you've got it all. How much more do you want?"
"What?" shouted Bill. "You mean you've got that whole prick of yours in. me?"
"Tell him, whore," Bruce said to me. '-fell him what you can see."
I looked down . . . and I could see! I described the sight for Bill.
"Oh shit!" Bill spat, continuing his steady rhythm over me. "I want to come ... but I can't with that cock in my ass. Take it out, Bruce. Take it out!"
"Not on your life. Not on your life. That cock's in there to stay for a while," Bruce answered.
The scene was too much for me. "Oh Christ," I shouted. "I'm coming, I'm coming... Eeeaaahhh
Whatever restraints I might have had were now gone. The juices came flooding down out of me and every time Bill's cock pulled away from me, there was a wet slushing sound from my cunt.
The lips of my pussy were hanging loose and the fluids were literally running from me, slipping down the crack of my ass and making a puddle under me.
"See, Bill," Bruce said. "See what you've done? See what the cock up your ass helped you do?" "Oh," Bill moaned. "Ooohh, fuck me ... make me come too. Let me fill her with my come... let me shoot ... oh, Bruce fuck me.. ."
"Fuck yourself, stud!" Bruce spat insultingly.
"It's there. All you have to do is take it." "Aaieee." Bill had climbed the mountain and was happily sliding down the other side with the flood of full orgasm. His stiffened cock swelled to even greater proportions. The head acted like a plunger as it filled my channel. His strokes became full and hard, and each throbbing reflex dumped more of his come deep into me. He continued to pump into me until the last throb came from him.
"Oh," he said. "Wow!"
"You're not through, yet, buddy," Bruce said to him, as he got to his knees, managing somehow to keep his cock in Bill's ass. "You've still got a chore to fully complete."
I knew exactly what he meant. Without being told, I began to slip away from the stiffened cock in my cunt. It came out slowly, reluctantly, until it was near the head. Then Bruce grabbed Bill by the hips and pulled him back, hard against his own stiff cock, lodged deep up his ass.
I slid up the couch until I was high enough for what was coming.
Bruce made the next move. He pushed Bill forward from the shoulders until his face was buried in my cunt.
"Now, now!" commanded Bruce, pushing him deeper into the dripping crotch. "Suck it out, pussy lover, suck it now!"
I braced myself for him, then relaxed. His tongue began its licking motions and each motion created a new wave of shivers through my body. Oh, was I hot. I still wanted more. I had to have more.
Bruce, in the meantime had managed to get over Bill in dog-fashion position. His hips continued to roll against Bill's ass. His cock continued to slip into and out of him, its full length discernible in each retreating movement.
I could raise my head and see the whole action. It excited me.
"Oh, do it to me, Bruce ... Fuck me now ... I really want it ... please, fuck me ... Oh, fuck me. "
Bruce looked at me and leered, but he didn't say a thing. He continued his fucking into Bill's an. My cunt was so relaxed that Bill could suck my pussy lips into his mouth and, at the same time, lick my clitoris. My juices began to subside, but not my desires. I still wanted to be fucked. "How's it taste, pussy eater?" Bruce asked Bill. "Ummmmm," he could only respond.
That was all Bruce was waiting for.
"Well, here's something more for you to think about!" he shouted. His hips started a violent slapping against the buttocks beneath him. His slippery cock glistened in the early evening light as it flew out of the tight, virgin ass and shot deeply back into it. "Here it is!" he groaned, "Take it! Aahhh ... shit !"
That was it. Bruce had popped. He quickly withdrew and fell back on the couch.
Bill let out a low moan as the shaft left him. Then he, too, fell back on the couch in a crumpled heap, his cock now only half hard, and still oozing juice.
I reached for the bottle by the side of the couch and poured three stiff drinks and passed them
around. Then I lit three cigarettes and passed them around
"Boy, I sure don't want to go to that damned dinner, tonight," Bill complained.
"What dinner?" Bruce asked.
"Oh, it's some fucking deal I'm mixed up in. I can't get out of it, either," he answered.
"Well," Bruce continued, "Kim and I will have to finish our little party alone, back at my place. What say, cunt?"
I didn't answer. I nodded my eagerness. Yeah, I was ready.

 CHAPTER THREE
"Make yourself comfortable," Bruce said, as we entered his apartment.
I didn't say anything. I removed my sweater and shoes and took a seat on the couch.
"I said, make yourself comfortable!" Bruce snapped, handing me the tall drink which he had just mixed. "Take them off! Strip, whore!"
I was a little surprised at his tone. It was hard and cold. He had lost his casual, seductive air he had had earlier.
He started removing his own clothing as he moved about the room. He adjusted the radio, the lights and the drapes. When he finally sat next to me on the couch, he had nothing on but his briefs. He took a long swig from his glass and turned to me.
"Still want to get fucked?" he asked, in a tone that was more of a business proposition than seductive.
"Well ..." I stammered, somewhat embarrassed.
"Yes or no?" he cut in. "I got the impression downstairs that you still wanted more. Do you?" "Well, yes, I guess so," I said, timidly.
"Good," he answered. "I was hoping you'd say that. I'm still horny as hell."
As he said this, he took my hand and placed it on his swelling crotch.
"Like that?" he asked, teasingly.
"Yes," I murmured. I was telling the truth, too. I wanted him. His shaft was so long, so large. I knew that I could get all the satisfaction I wanted from it. After seeing how he had so easily gotten into Bill, I was certain he'd have no trouble with me.
His cock had started to grow rigid, pushing against the sheer material of his briefs.
I started to pull it out, for more easy access, but before I could do so, he pulled my head down into him.
"Kiss it," he said, sternly. "Let's see you really love my cock up."
I nuzzled my face into him, obediently, and began breathing hotly against his huge cock and hairy balls.
His shaft continued to stiffen until it was lying full length in his briefs. His balls were heavy and full. There was still a lot of life left in him. The smell of his crotch excited me. I moaned very softly.
"Think you can manage all of it?" he asked in a low sultry voice.
"Ummmmm," was all I could answer. The smell of his manhood had captured me enslaved me. I began licking at him hungrily, wetting his briefs with my saliva, stroking his heavy legs with my free hand.
"Love it, baby. Show me how you can really love it," he whispered hoarsely.
The sound of his words inflamed me. My body started twisting and writhing on the couch.
I wanted him. I wanted his cock very badly. "You really do want it, don't you, cunt?" he asked, shoving his hips up toward me.
"Yes," I responded, "Yes, I do!" "Then lick it, whore!" he spat.
His hand came off the back of the couch and took hold of one of my boobs. His technique was that of a master. He was confident, forceful, and completely demanding.
He rubbed my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, just hard enough to create the sensation of pain. It set me afire. I twisted and turned under his manipulations. I sucked at his cock with renewed vigor.
"Eat, baby, eat!" he urged.
I obeyed and ate his cock and balls. "That's it, whore, lap it up," he coaxed, sternly. "Eat it! That's it. Let me know you're there."
I moaned and renewed my efforts in his crotch. His whole groin was wet from my saliva, but he didn't seem to mind. Neither did I.
The salty taste of his body and the smell of his sex was driving me out of my mind.
"Do you smoke? You know, grass, pot ... "
"I've tried it a few times," 1 said, "But it never really did anything for me."
"It will when I'm through with you," he said, very confident.
He shoved me off him, rather roughly. Then he went to the desk across the room. From the top drawer, he removed a pipe and matches.
"I guess you've never gotten really stoned," he said.
"Stoned?" I asked.
"Never mind," he went on. "You'll know what it's all about in a few minutes."
He seated himself once again, I took hold of his cock, stroking it, feeling its hardness in my hand. Each time I squeezed it, it would throb back at me in response.
Bruce lit his pipe and took a few puffs of it, each time he inhaled deeply and held his breath for a short while. The marijuana smelled very sweet and strong.
"Now breath out and open your mouth. Relax and let me do your breathing for you," he instructed.
He took a long draw on the pipe and then covered his mouth over mine.
I felt him pushing his breath into my open throat and I tried to relax. His breath crawled into me and filled my lungs.
Then I felt him draw it back out. I relaxed further, letting my body become an extension of his. I
let my lungs fill and empty at his direction.
He twisted his tongue into my mouth and worked it around, probing, searching.
I opened my mouth wider for him, giving him full access to me.
My head was spinning. I felt I wanted to gasp for fresh air, but I fought against it. I wanted to do exactly as he told me. I wanted to satisfy him.
"That should do it," he said, a few drags and a few minutes later. "Now just let it happen."
A warm feeling slowly crept over my whole body. I felt loose, relaxed, euphoric.
"Tell me," I asked, still toying with his stiffened cock. "Is Bill queer?"
"Bill? Now. What gave you that idea?" "The way you fucked him," I answered.
"Oh, that. Now, he's not queer. That's the first time I've had him. I've wanted that little ass of his for a long time," he said. "He's really a pussy eater from way back. He loves nothing more than a hot cunt wrapped around his face."
"Oh," I said, simply.
"He gets so hung up on cunt," he continued, "that when he really gets with it, you can do almost anything with him. I just saw my chance and jumped at it."
"Then . . ." I started, not knowing quite how to ask him.
"Then, am I?" he finished for me. "Shit, no. I just love to fuck. My cock stands up whenever it sees a hole--any hole. I'd just as soon plug a knothole as an ass. I don't care what it is, so long as I can get it on my cock and soak it."
"That's a relief," I said.
I felt better. I was fearful that I had gotten hung up with a fairy that was playing some sort of game with me. I didn't know what it was all about, but I felt much relieved.
Bruce got up from the couch and walked a few paces away. He turned to face me, placing his hands on his hips and shoving his crotch forward sensually.
"Come here," he ordered, his gaze hard upon me. I started to get up from the couch.
"Down!" he spat. "Crawl!"
I didn't realize what he was saying. I stood there, staring blankly at him.
"Crawl!" he repeated. "Crawl?" I echoed.
"On your knees. Crawl!" he said, his full voice sounding hard and threatening.
Slowly. I sank to my knees. I didn't know what he was talking about. My mind wouldn't function properly. My reflexes were slow.
"Way down!" he shouted, his voice commanding. Somewhere in the back of my mind a light flashed.
It was a signal for me to obey. I didn't understand why, but I complied.
"Now come here," I heard him saying, his voice a little lower.
Against my better judgment, I started crawling slowly toward him.
He said nothing as he quietly watched me.
I crawled until I was before him on all fours. I turned my head and looked up at him.
Just as I did, he swatted me on the side of the head, knocking me to the floor.
I was stunned. I was amazed.
I looked up at him again. His expression had not changed. It was hard, with a flicker of cruelty. He was very serious!
I didn't know whether to cry or to be indignant. I had the feeling I should have been angry. But then, I reasoned, he really hadn't hurt me. He had only surprised the hell out of me. I wasn't prepared for his move. I didn't know how to react, or how to act.
I lay there, awaiting his next order, obediently. Somehow I felt that it was expected of me. "Lick!" he said, putting a foot before my face. "Lick!" he repeated, wiggling his toes against my lips.
My tongue darted out, hesitantly. It touched the flesh of his toe. It was coarse and tough.
But it wasn't bad.
I continued flicking my tongue at his foot. He didn't move it.
Gradually, I worked my way onto the top of it. The little hairs there tickled and excited me. The smell of his maleness filled my nostrils.
I worked my way up to his ankle. Suddenly, I realized that I was on all fours. I had to twist my head so that I could lick up the back of his calf.
His flesh was slightly salty. But it was his odor that attracted me. I couldn't taste it, but I imagined it.
I imagined that I was eating his flesh, chewing it off his bones. I fancied that I was stripping his frame, devouring him.
My mouth and lips were working up and down his calf feverishly, lapping at his hard leg and licking the hairs.
"That's it, you no-good, fucking bitch," I heard him tell me, his voice low and steady, tense and hard.
It stimulated me. I sucked and lapped harder. His lower leg was wet from my efforts.
I raised my body higher, sucked his knee, licked at the hardness of it, forced his kneecap to move under the flesh with the pressure of my tongue.
I edged my way between his legs and licked the back side of his knee, lightly.
The sensation brought a reaction from him. His knee weakly bent. His reaction excited me. I had the feeling that I was making him move. He was becoming my puppet. I was making him feel good.
So I sucked on, first applying pressure with my tongue and lips and then slacking off, barely touching him at all.
I could feel the muscles of his thigh quiver and tense.
I continued my efforts, little sounds of passion coming from my lips.
Then I felt a soft, feathery touch skim across my back. It startled me, and then I relaxed to it. It never occurred to me to determine what it was. It felt good. I liked it. It was very exciting.
That's all that seemed to matter at the moment. My mind was filled with hunger. I was approaching his rampant crotch with my mouth. I was eager for his cock. I was eager for his body.
I nuzzled my nose in the underside of his prick. The smell of his excitement made my head spin. I wanted more much more.
I opened my mouth and took the hardness of his nuts into it. I pulled and tugged, gently, trying to pull them deeper into me.
All of a sudden, I felt a stinging on my back. It started low on my rump and shot up to my shoulder. It was like a lightning flash.
I jumped in surprise and shock.
I looked up quickly and saw that he was swinging a pair of rawhide thongs.
And a strange thing happened. I returned to his cock.
I should have stopped, right there. I should have gotten to my feet and put a stop to it.
But, strangely, I found it exciting.
That tingling sensation to my back and ass was absolutely exciting! Where it should have hurt, it felt good. I wanted more.
I got it.
This time, I heard the swish of the thongs as they flew through the air. I felt their delicate sharpness as they bit into the tender flesh of my back.
I twitched a natural reaction.
But then I relaxed again, and I moaned ecstatically.
"You filthy. no-good whore," I heard him say. "You no-good cunt. You slobbering bitch! You're nothing but a cocksucker, a motherfucking cocksucker!"
Swish, zap! He hit me the third time. The thongs bit me again and again.
Each time they struck me, I would jab my face into his crotch, bucking up into him like a calf at its mother's teat, beating the milk from her udder.
Gently, I took his briefs into my mouth, between my teeth. I began lowering my head, pulling them with me.
"Yeah, cunt," I heard him whisper hoarsely. "Yeah, take 'em off, bitch. Undress your stud. Bare that cock-that great, big cock that you want. Bare that hard cock!"
I lowered my head further, feeling his shorts resist. I felt them stretch, still clinging to his body, as though they were reluctant to leave the closeness of his hot skin.
I pulled and tugged, but they would not give. And then, he hit me again. My sudden, violent twitch achieved the result I could not alone achieve.
His shorts slid from his hips. They went downward, lower and lower.
The black bush of his pubic hair came into full view. It sprang up like a wire brush-coarse, curly and shiny with his perspiration.
Quickly, I turned his briefs loose and raised myself to bury my nose in that hair. The smell of his male animalness permeated my mind. My skin tingled. My tongue came out and I lapped at him, hungrily.
I lapped at him as though I was absolutely starved.
"Oh," I moaned. "It's beautiful! Its warm and delicious. I love it. I love it!"
"Sure you love it, cunt," he said. "Sure you love it. That's the very thing you were made for -- to love it. You were made to be its slave, to clean it, to make love, to lick it and suck, suck, suck it!"
His voice sounded lost, distant, and impersonal. It sounded as though he were speaking to no one and yet everyone.
But I was intensely excited. I licked harder. Swish! The thongs kissed me again, sharply. I could feel their thready trail cross-cross on my back. I could feel the little paths of their previous contact between my ass cheeks. I could feel them heating up, burning and stinging.
It was painful. It was glorious. It was delicious.
I moaned like an animal in heat.
"Like that, don't you?" he asked, directing his words toward me. "You really like that, don't you?"
I started to answer, but before I could, he hit me again. Instead of speaking, I whimpered, deliciously.
The words weren't there.
The sound of my whimpering seemed far distant. It seemed to trigger me to further depravity.
His cock glowed amid the blackness of his pubic hair. The solid flesh came more and more into view as I tugged his briefs down.
First the very base, broad and flat, ridged by the gristle and veins that spelled male.
Then the length of it came into view. First only an inch. Then two. Then three.
I couldn't wait. Again, I turned my efforts to his crotch. My tongue was lapping greedily at the fleshy piece of meat. My teeth grazed it.
"You filthy cunt. You no good slave. Cock is what you want, isn't it? Isn't it?"
Before I could answer, the thongs made love to me again. My body twitched, violently.
My tits beat rhythms against my chest, in time to the movements of my body.
Until this very instant, I had not even given a thought to my cunt.
But its presence suddenly crashed into my mind. It was hot.
It was wet.
It was twitching and throbbing in anticipation of its master.
"Oh, fuck me," I heard myself saying. "Oh, give me that cock up my ass, baby. I need that cock, that great big cock."
"You like that big cock?" he teased. "You want that cock? You want it up your sweet little ass hole? Well, do you?"
"Oh, yes," I moaned. "Yes, yes, yes!"
"Then, beg for it!" he spat, his voice hard again. "Beg for it, dog! Beg!"
Again the thongs crashed into the flesh of my ass. The cheeks quivered. They stung. They were painful. But I didn't want him to stop.
I wanted his cock and I would do anything for it. I would let him beat me, if that's what he wanted. Anything, just as long as 1 could feel his cock in me.
"Finish what you started," he said, shoving his groin forward once again.
And again I took his briefs in my mouth and tugged downward. I wanted to bare him. I wanted to strip him.
That's what he wanted. That's what I wanted.
My eyes were glued to his pubic area so that I could see it clearly as it came into view. His cock
hidden by the material. His mammoth cock had to be uncovered.
It grew longer and still longer.
I teased myself by pulling the material slowly, very slowly. I wanted to savor every millimeter of his hardened flesh.
The material slowly slipped lower, down over the hard cheeks of his masculine ass, down over the firm flesh of his thighs, his cock became even fatter and larger.
The cock pushed forward, against the material, the outline of its head showing clearly through the material.
My eyes watched it ravenously. It climbed closer and closer to the elastic of his waistband as the shorts were lowered over his legs.
Suddenly, with a snapping sound, it broke free and sprang up, dancing horizontally out from his body. It twitched and it throbbed. And on the tip, I could see the shiny presence of passion. His passion ...
Quickly, I pulled the shorts lower, taking one of his feet in my hand and lifting it so that it would slip out of the briefs. Then I lifted the other one.
He was finally free.
His body was completely naked. He was now completely mine.
"Look at it!" he said, as I approached his prick. "Look at it and worship it!"
I complied, with the aid of his rawhide thongs. "Oh, you wonderful cock," I spoke to it. "Oh, you beautiful piece of meat!"
Each time I spoke to it, the cock would throb and twitch restlessly.
"Oh, I love you. I adore you. You're my one and only cock."
"That's it, you filthy son of a bitch! Tell it. Tell it who's master here. Talk to it! Talk!" he said, bringing his stinging lash down onto my back again.
"Oh, my loving cock, my master, fuck me! I want you to feel good, hot and wet, up in my ass. I want you to poke me, to stab my ass, my juicy hole. More and more of you will go in my ass, until all of you is completely in!"
I continued talking, words spilling from my slobbering lips.
My own words incited me further.
My own words acknowledged my submission to him and to his cock.
"Now kiss it on the head, but don't touch the wetness. Kiss it. Go on, kiss it!" he insisted, dragging the thongs over my sensitive flesh.
I did as I was told. I raised off my hands and kissed it on the top of its head, as though I were some maid paying homage to a cobra. I kissed it delicately.
I licked it lovingly and passionately.
I didn't touch the wetness, but I wanted to. I wanted to taste it.
"Now the balls," he ordered. "Kiss the balls. They're your gods, too. They're part of your master. Show your respect."
I scrambled under his protruding cock and took the loose skin of his sac into my mouth. I kept pulling, sucking it in. And then I felt the hardness of one of his balls against my lips.
I opened my lips, opened them wide. It slid in.
I slowly worked my tongue around it, feeling its hardness slip around in my mouth.
I pulled more of his sac into my mouth. Soon I felt his other nut approach my mouth.
So, I opened my mouth wider and let the other ball slide in.
My mouth was full. My cheeks were bulging. My tongue was working madly.
My jaws were working cautiously, lest I bite too hard. I worked my jaws from side to side, up and down, grinding the meat of his sex between my lips.
I saw the crack of his ass over me. I buried my nose in the bottom of it.
The smell of perspiration mingled with the smell of shit. I was at once repulsed and attracted.
The smell wasn't really too bad, after all. In fact it was rather intriguing.
I turned my body so that I was sitting on the floor, my legs spread, my head back, buried beneath his balls. My tongue licked at the spot between his balls and his ass.
My nose was just a little way from his ass hole. "Yeah, hot bitch! Yeah..." He was beginning to moan now, too. His passion was getting to him. He was letting me have him.
I wanted him!
Cautiously, I bent my head back a little more, bracing my hands on the cheeks of his ass.
I slipped closer to his ass.
My nose touched it. I hesitated. I inhaled. It was heavenly.
It was delicious.
I buried my nose in it and pressed it against the right ring of his ass. I shoved and pushed, tried to sink my nose in. But it wouldn't go.
I moved my mouth back farther, keeping my dripping tongue out, wetting-his crack as I moved. My tongue touched the tight ring, wetting it, and then pushed against it.
At first it was tight. It was tightly puckered. I couldn't enter it.
Then he bent forward. His ass cheeks spread. His ass hole relaxed.
My tongue began to slip in.
I prodded and poked, making short little jabbing motions. And each time I did, my tongue probed him a little deeper.
"Suck it, you slut!" he said. "Suck it into that face of yours. Suck it into your filthy mouth. Lick it out."
I did as I was bade.
I sucked hard ... harder.
It moved into me. The whole ring came into my mouth.
I held my tongue stiff and steady, breathing the odor from his hairy ass crack. As he pressed his ass against my face, my tongue moved into the warm depths of his ass hole. It seemed as if I were pulling, sucking and pushing, all at the same time, trying to taste as much of his bowels as 1 could. I couldn't get enough.
After a _minute, my tongue was as far as it would go. Still, it wasn't far enough. I wanted more. I could feel him tightening the ring of muscle at the entrance. His ass hole contracted, grasping my embedded tongue. It held my tongue tightly, pulling it even farther from my mouth. Keeping it lodged inside his warm, moist ass hole, I opened my lips wide to breathe. At the same time, I began fucking him, sliding my tongue in and out as best and as deeply as I could.
At the same time, I played with his cock, grasping the warm, throbbing hardness in my first. I could hear him grunting with passion as I manipulated it, rubbing my hand up and down the rigid length. With my other hand, I cupped and squeezed his sensitive balls, hefting their weight, feeling them fill with a thick, scalding load of sperm.
My tongue was beginning to tire inside his anus, but I couldn't release it completely. His muscles were holding it tight. It wouldn't come out, but then, I didn't really want it to.
I could feel his nuts tightening in their sack and I knew that he was on the verge of coming so I released his cock from my grasp. Just then, he loosened his ass hole and broke away from me.
"Come on," he said, "let's go into the bedroom where we can really get with it."
 CHAPTER FOUR
The bedroom was fantastically beautiful. It was large, and had windows on two sides. He was completely secluded from the other tenants. On one side was the bathroom and dressing room. On the other side was his living room.
The room was as good as soundproof.
The bed was huge. It was covered by a black leather sheet.
The wall opposite the foot of the bed was covered with mirrors which had been obscured by heavy drapes until he had pulled them back.
"On the bed," he ordered, emotionless. I complied.
"On your stomach!"
I rolled onto my stomach.
Quickly, before I could turn or object, he had grabbed my wrists and snapped a pair of handcuffs on them. They were locked behind me.
Just as quickly, he snapped a pair of shackles on my feet. I spread my legs and discovered that there was a length of chain about a foot long between my ankles. I could only hobble if I tried to walk.
"Now, cunt, we'll see how badly you really want it. Tell me," he said, "Tell me how you want it . . ."
I heard the sudden whistling sound and felt the sharp slap of a broad leather belt.
He was standing beside the bed with his cock in one hand the other hand was holding a mean looking garrison belt.
"How badly do you want it?" he sneered, shoving his cock forward.
"Badly," I moaned.
"Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked.
I hesitated.
"Answer me! he shouted, angrily.
"Yes . . ."
The belt cut me short. It crashed into my ass and I could feel the stinging welt it was raising. "Bad enough to have some more belt?" he asked again.
"Yes . . ."
Again the belt hissed me. This time on the other ass cheek. It burned. It hurt.
But it felt good.
"More?" he asked.
"I want to be fucked!" I shouted back.
"More?" he asked again, as though I had not even spoken one word.
"More," I echoed, resigning myself to him. "Let me hear you beg for it," he taunted.
"More ... belt ... I want ... more belt." I continued. "Belt ... belt ... more ... give me more..."
My voice was going off on its own. I wasn't thinking of the words ... they were coming of their own accord.
I got more belt. Hard. Over and over. My ass was tingling. Burning. It was hot. It was burning up.
And I heard myself talking...
"Oh, more ... give me more ... more of the belt . . . whip me ... whip me."
"Who am I?"
I heard him ask me. I knew what I was supposed to say...
"My master," I intoned, seriously, eagerly. "You are my bond-master.. . my boss ... my cock ... you are my..."
And again the belt cut me short. It lashed across both my buttocks, low, and 1 could feel it cutting the flesh.
I didn't want to look. I only wanted to feel.
I could feel my hips working. I could feel them shoving the cheeks of my ass upward, toward the source of my pain and my joy.
I wanted, suddenly, to be beaten unmercifully. "Oh, hell," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Beat me. Make me yours. Make my body cry.
"Make it hurt. Make it yours ... whip me ... beat me! Beat me! Beat me!"
I screamed my plea over and over. And over and over he complied.
I watched him as he beat me. His one hand worked methodically on his cock, skinning it back and then moving forward, forcefully, seductively, pressing the skin forward, increasing the size of the glistening glob of juice clinging to the head.
His other hand was swinging loosely with his arm, grasping the big belt firmly.
He was looking down on my body. His eyes flew over the length of my body. They were glazed. They were seeing through me.
There was a cruel smile on his wet lips. His breath came fast. He was impassioned.
He hit me again.
1 whimpered under him. Enjoying the feel of the pain in a way I never dreamed I could.
"Beg, bitch ... beg for your master to love you ... let me hear you beg.. ."
I begged.
"Yes ... yes, that's it ... whip me ... prove to me that you're my master ... prove that I'm yours ... whip me... whip me ... oh, please ... whip me!"
What had come over me? I was playing the role of a masochist.
And I was loving it. I was wallowing in the deliciousness of the slick, sticky leather under me. I was tingling at the pain behind me. I loved the feeling of the restraints on my body.
I was a masochist.
"Now what do you want, you shit-eating piece of
dirt," he asked.
I looked hungrily at his cock and the huge drop of clear fluid beginning to drop from the head of his prick.
"That's what I want," I said... "That's it the love juice. I want it on my tongue . . . I want to taste it. . , I want to lick it from you . . ."
I thought at first that he was going to let me have it. He leaned his body forward, over the bed and continued to massage his throbbing tool.
The drop grew in size. He was milking more of that lubricating juice out of his cock. It was hanging in a great blob by a luminous thread of liquid.
It extended further and further, lower and lower. I wanted it. I tried to move my body over so that I'd be under him.
But the shackles stopped me.
"Oh," I said, involuntarily. "Please ... please let me have it ... I want it I want your cock."
But he wouldn't.
I saw it come lower and lower, closer and closer to the leather covering.
And then the drop fell loose. It fell to the leather and lay there in a huge puddle.
"Now, you cock eater!" he spat at me. "Lick it up.
'I didn't need the encouragement his belt gave my ass. But I accepted it, willingly.
I squirmed over the bed and planted my lips on the puddle. My tongue lapped it up, licking off the leather sheet until there was no trace of his juice.
"Well?" he asked.
Again I knew, somehow, what he expected me to say. "Thank you, master," I intoned. "Thank you for your juice ... Thank you ... thank you ... thank you . . ."
Tears were filling my eyes. I was really grateful for this man letting me have his juice. I really felt like he had done me a great favor.
"Now," he said, "How would you like to taste this cock? How would you like to feel it in your fucking throat? How would you like it down your throat, hun?"
"Oh, anything," I said. "Anything at all." "Good," he answered. "But first, we have to take care of that little cunt of yours, don't we?"
"Oh, yes," I said, remembering my hot cunt. It was aching to be filled. It was dripping wet. "What would you like up there, slave?" he asked me.
"Anything," I said. "Anything at all. Please fill it ... fill it ... give it anything..."
I was grinding my hips into the mattress, pushing the lips of my swollen pussy hard against the bed.
My tits were mashed under me and I didn't care. I delighted in the feeling of them being pressed broad and flat. My head was reeling.
Bruce reached under the bed and brought forth what looked like a stubby dildo. It was only about two inches long.
At its base, it had a large suction cup.
Also attached to it was a long tube, to the end of which was a rubber bulb, similar to a blood pressure device.
"How's this for a start?" he asked, teasing me by shoving it in my face.
"Yes," I moaned, heatedly, "Anything ... Anything."
"Then lick it. Wet it ... get it nice and moist for that hole of yours, baby. You're gonna get it and you're going to get it good," he threatened.
Automatically my tongue shot from my mouth and slithered back and forth, over the stubby dildo. I licked it all over until it was wet, managing to deposit some of my sex slobber on Bruce's fingers and hand as I did so.
He turned the device upside down. "Now wet the cup, bitch. Wet it good, 'cause that's going to hold tight for it to work for you. Wet it good. That's it; working your tongue like that will do it. Let me see that tongue ... Yeah ... lick it..."
When I had saturated it, he spread my legs and planted the dildo firmly in the center of the bed, pressing it down so that the cup grasped the leather covering on the bed.
"Okay, bitch," he told me. "Get to it. Get on it and let's see what you can do with it..."
I complied immediately. The mere thought of having my pussy worked excited me beyond a point where any inhibitions I had were completely washed away. All I wanted to do at this moment was get that thing up my ass.
My body slid over it. I felt it pressing against my groin.
I raised my body until it lodged itself in my crack. It wasn't big enough.
It only pressed into the edge of my lips.
I held my legs as far apart as the shackles would allow me and began bucking my hips onto it.
It slipped into my lips and I let out a little moan as it brushed up against my clit.
I had found the spot. I worked my hips frantically.
"Yeah, cunt. Work on it ... get it in there. . ." As he said this to me, he got on the bed and spread his legs so that his crotch was just out of reach of my tongue. He was slowly working on his cock.
I could see his balls lift each time he moved his hand up to the head. I could see them roll liquidly within his sac.
And then they would settle and nuzzle neatly between his legs as he lowered his hand.
"Buck, baby, ... buck that ass. Let me see you buck."
I began a steady bucking motion with my hips, rocking back and forth on my stomach. I could feel the little stubby dildo teasing and taunting my ass. It was barely rubbing my clit.
"Oh, you ass hole. You should see what you look like. You should see in the mirror. Here," he said, producing a mirror and holding it in front of my face. "Look at what you look like. I want you to see how cheap and dirty you really are. You fucking slug..."
I looked into the mirror. I could see the crack of my ass. I could see the orange dildo poking into it. I could see my ass rising and falling on it. I could see the welts all over my ass.
It was criss-crossed with them. And I remembered the feeling of the belt.
"Oh, whip me," I begged. "Whip me some more ... I love it..."
"Naw, baby. You don't want too much of that. I don't want to kill you, I just want you to love it ... love it ... love it..."
He repeated himself like a broken record. And the words had their impact. They pressed further and further into my mind. Love it ... love it ... love it. . .
I could only associate the thought with the act of the moment. I could only think of the dildo. "How would you like a little more?" he asked, looking down on me and into the large mirror alternately.
I raised my head, my eyes speaking for me and my hips confirming my desire.
He picked up the rubber bulb and squeezed it a couple of times.
I felt the reaction. He was pumping air in to the bladder of the rubber stub. It started to grow, slowly. I could feel it poking deeper into my ass hole, pressing harder against my ass.
"How's that," he asked, sounding very much like he didn't really care.
"Oh ... beautiful ..." I moaned, "It's hitting my clit harder ... it's beautiful ... beautiful . . ."
I lent proof to my words by bucking harder on the stubby shaft within me.
"Now," he said, "The rest is up to you. It's all up to you..."
Saying this, he placed the bulb at his groin, resting it against the base of his cock, nestling it in his hairs.
"Suck!" he spat. "Let me feel your mouth! The more you suck, the more dildo you get. The more you suck ... the more your ass hole gets. Now suck! "
He pushed himself forward.
Saying nothing, I arched my back and pressed my groin onto the dildo for support. Without my hands, I couldn't raise my head easily.
But I managed to raise high enough to latch my lips onto the head of his cock. It was moist and sticky. It was salty and sweet. It was hard, stiff, throbbing.
I opened my lips and let the head slip into my face. I let my eyes come open and I saw the bulb in front of me, but ... it was so far away.
I had a driving desire to have more of that dildo. I had to have that dildo.
I pressed my mouth down on his cock and felt it slip into me further. The crown of his cock passed my teeth and it seemed to fill my mouth. How was I to reach that bulb ... so far away.
I continued my efforts, writhing on the bed, anchored to the dildo on one end and a stiff cock on the other end.
"Here," I heard him say. I looked up, not removing my mouth from his cock.
He pushed a white cloth in my face, covering my nose. I inhaled deeply.
I felt a coolness ... drenching my body ... relaxing my nerves ... making me go numb... "Breathe deeply and relax, relax ... that's it, just relax ... breathe ... relax..."
He filled the room and my head with his voice.
I could think of nothing. I could only relax . . . and breathe.
The chemical on the cloth was reducing me to a limp rag. I felt, vaguely, his cock creeping into my throat, slowly and steadily.
I felt the dildo pressing into my ass hole, firmly.
I was torn between the two. I couldn't unscramble my thoughts.
I could only breathe ... and relax.
Through eyes that really couldn't focus, I saw the bulb coming closer ... closer ... closer.
I felt the cock slip into my throat, deeper, deeper, deeper.
He resprayed the cloth and replaced it, completely cutting off any outside, clear air I might get.
"Breathe, slut ... whore ... slave ... you fucking slave ... breathe ... relax ... breathe ... relax ... let that ass relax . . ."
I was relaxing. I could feel the disjointed feeling of my hips ... my pelvis. It was no longer a part of me. It was separate from me. It was pressing on the stubby dildo.
I felt something at my forehead and looked. It was the bulb. I bucked against it, pressing it slightly, and I felt the dildo respond. It firmed up some more and I could tell it had grown, if only slightly.
1 marvelled that I had negotiated so much of his cock. I relaxed, feeling his tool lodged deep in my throat. I could hear my breath whistling around it, my mouth opened wide, my teeth and lips not even touching the stem of his meat.
But I could breathe, and his cock was in my throat. I rolled my head from side to side and could feel his meat move in my throat. It was tight. It was hot.
I was hungry and I pressed down on him, devouring his manhood.
I felt the tender pressure of the bulb against my forehead again and I bucked.
This time I could press hard on it.
"Heave! Buck! Fuck yourself ... fuck yourself ... come on fuck... fuck..."
I was putty. I was under his complete control. If he had told me to jump from the window at that moment, I would have.
"Suck ... suck it ... eat it up ... lap on it ... yeah, bitch, yeah, you slimy whore... suck, suck a man ... suck cock ... cock."
His voice droned on and on, it echoed in my head. There was nothing but sound in my head. I couldn't escape it.
I didn't want to.
I wanted to suck ... I wanted to eat it up ... I wanted to lap his maleness ... I wanted to eat his cock.
"Ugh," I heard my own voice, in response to another thrust of the dildo in my cunt. My hips were pressing down on it, forcing it into me, forcing it to spread my lips, forcing it to fuck me, forcing it to make me want it... forcing me on ... for more.
Again I bucked on Bruce's cock and slammed my head toward the bulb. I made contact and pressed it hard ... once ... twice ... three times ...
It lurched, it pushed ... it pressed. Deeper into me it crawled.
Wider and wider it stretched my lips. More and more I wanted.
The taste of Bruce's cock came to my conscious
new again. That delicious, hard shaft planted in my throat. I began swallowing it, contracting my throat muscles, milking it, pulling at it.
At the same time I kept working my head up and down, pressing it deep into his crotch. Each time making contact with the bulb.
Each time pressing it flat.
Each time inflating the dildo, and each time getting it further into me.
Each time feeling greater depravity immerse me.
I brought my legs close together. I could feel the firmness of the weapon between my legs. I rocked my hips from side to side and felt its flexible rigidity. I could feel it pressing against the walls of my dripping ass.
I was getting near. I wanted to come.
I pumped and throbbed on it wildly.
"That's it ... work it ... there's more. Take it, take it all, fuck, suck, you slut."
Each one of his words formed a picture in my mind, and I lived each picture.
I worked my cunt, feeling it slide up and down the rigid, almost coarse staff between my legs. Striving to take more and more.
Striving to satisfy Bruce by taking it. Striving to take it all.
Fucking myself with his dildo. Sucking his cock greedily.
Feeling like the dirty, filthy slut he had called me.
And loving the feeling.
He placed his hands on either side of my head and began to work my head up and down the length of his torrid tool. He lifted my head, arched my back and pulled me oft him until only the tip of the throbbing tool was pressing against my lips, seductively.
Then he gently but forcefully pulled my head into him, forcing his maleness deep into my throat; forcing my face into his crotch.
Forcing my head to flatten the rubber orb lying on his groin.
Forcing the dildo to climb deeper into my ass canal.
I was an animal. I was depravity.
I was moaning incoherently, slobbering, writhing, wallowing in the filth of sex. Loving the delights of boundless sensuality.
I grunted against the dildo, forcing my pussy lips out, forming a huge ring of flesh that rode the length of it. I had no idea how deeply it was planted into me on my downward thrust. I had no idea of how much I slipped out.
I felt like a million miles of hot cock was crawling into me.
"Wait a minute!" Bruce suddenly said. "I forgot something..."
He reached over the side of the bed and brought up a tube of ointment.
He twisted a little screw in the rubber orb and I felt the dildo begin to deflate, to retreat from me, to go soft. Almost like a cock after it had come.
He got to his knees and pulled the flaccid dildo from my ass; my lips hung loose, dripping my passion until I formed a puddle under me. I could feel a sticky wetness smearing all over my groin.
But I didn't care.
I turned my head and saw Bruce press the head of the tube against the head of the dildo. He was forcing the ointment into a little sac in the dildo. He forced nearly half the small tube's contents into the depraved instrument.
When he finished, he replaced the stubby little mound of pink rubber against my ass hole once again.
Then he resumed his position in front of my face. He replaced the rubber ball on his groin, just as it had been.
His cock was still rampant. It was throbbing and its head showed the proof of his passions. It was freely dripping that clear, slick, salty-sweet fluid that serves so well as a lubricant.
My greedy tongue lapped at it hungrily. I wanted every bit of it I could get.
"Now, slave," he said in my ear, "now you can really go to town. Now you can prove to me what a fucking slave you are ... Fuck that dildo now. . ."
As he said this, he again covered my nose and mouth so that I could only breathe the fumes from the cloth.
Once again I drifted into a world of total oblivion. An orange ball formed in the back of my head and began moving forward. In its wake it left complete submission, complete abandon.
Almost at a distance, I felt my hips throbbing on the dildo. I was vaguely conscious of Bruce's cock poking into my throat, conscious, too, of the rubber ball being repeatedly pressed against my forehead.
But most of all, I was conscious of the sensations coming from my groin. They were like millions of needles, stabbing every inch of my anal canal.
I knew I was riding up and down on the dildo. I knew it was inflated considerably. I knew it wasn't as rough as it felt.
Then it occurred to me ... the ointment.. .
My ass was draining it from the head of the dildo and transporting it back and forth along my canal.
The heat increased. It ran down my legs toward my feet. It burned everything in its wake.
It spread through my stomach, destroying any sense of restraint, any sense of decency, any thought of reality.
"Yeah, how's that, whore? How's that dildo now, slave, like it? Want it? Take it all ... let me see that ass hole fly ... yeah. That's it ... push them out ... push those lips out ... way out ... let heaven in.. . fuck."
Fortunately, he was holding my head and working it back and forth on his cock. I didn't have to concentrate on that: I only had to think of my ass hole.
I only had to think of satisfying my ass. I only had to think of filling it.
I pumped and moaned. I ground my hips, twisted my pelvis, arched my back.
I slammed myself down on it and could hear the force of my body hit the bed.
The fire was consuming me.
The odor coming from the cloth was overcoming me.
My head was spinning. My ears were ringing, my eyes blinded by the lights flashing inside my head.
I was wanton. I was sex ... feeding on itself ... I wanted him to see me.- I wanted to please him. Suddenly there was no other thought in my mind, but to please him. I knew he was watching me. I knew he was judging me, I wanted to please him ... I wanted to show him.
Then it happened.
Amid the burning, throbbing sensations in my ass there rose an all-encompassing feeling of climax. My stomach tightened, my legs tensed, my back stiffened. My ass hole pushed out, harder and harder against the invading representative of sex. My lips were turned inside out. My ring of flesh was slapping against the leather covering on every descent.
Even with Bruce's cock buried in my throat I managed to make animallike gurgling sounds. I could feel his rigid cock trying to probe deeper into me. I gulped at him; fed on his animal sex, thrived on his physical invasion of me.
I could feel the hot juices of my climax welling up inside my stomach, running down through the channels inside my cunt.
My body exploded with the force of my orgasm. Hot, garbled moans escaped my cock-filled throat. My body writhed in orgasmic ecstasy. My hips thrashed about as the hot juice of my come spewed from my palpitating, convulsing hole.
As my own come raced through me, I felt the cock inside my mouth swell. I sucked harder, knowing what was about to happen. The head of his cock was pressing against the back of my throat when the first thick, white gush of sperm came shooting from his piss hole. I swallowed it hungrily, sucking at the same time. I couldn't swallow fast enough and finally thick, globs of come ran from the corners of my stuffed mouth, rolling down my chin and then dripping onto my heaving titties.
Suddenly, the cock was pulled from my mouth and I could feel the remainder of his come shooting all over my face, landing in a hot, sticky mess on my eyes and forehead, with the last few drops squirting onto my nose and mouth.
I moaned with passion, feeling total degradation at last. I was being used and I loved it. I began feeling totally spent, drained of all feeling. I felt a calm, relaxing coolness creeping over my entire body. Sounds became more and more distant. I could imagine the way I looked, the globs of come covering my face already cold and beginning to harden, forming a crust.
"You fucking slut," was the last thing I heard. I was totally and completely out of it.
 CHAPTER FIVE
"How would you like to go for a ride in the country, slut?" Bruce asked me over coffee the following bright morning.
I was surprised at his attitude and tone. I didn't expect him to carry his thoughts of our sex session over into ordinary conversation. But I didn't make any scene. I ignored the implications.
"That would be nice," I answered.
"Good. Then, after we've cleaned up, I know just the place to go. By the way, have you looked at your backside this morning?"
"As a matter of fact, I have," I answered. "I don't like what I see."
"But you liked getting it, didn't you?" "Well . . ."
"Didn't you?" he persisted.
"Under the circumstances of the moment, I did. But that doesn't mean I have to like the after-effects."
"It's all part of the game, baby," his sober voice intoned.
I thought over what he had just said. I supposed that I had to agree with him.
We finished our breakfast in relative simplicity and silence.
"Oh," I said. "This is absolutely wonderful. It's delicious just to be able to lie back and enjoy the clean silence of the country."