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My heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel, The Hazelton, just like beacon lights leading me towards the precipice of a decision I still wasn’t sure I was ready to make. I could already feel the beads of sweat, responsive to my unsettled nerves, prickling the back of my neck. I anxiously wiped them away, feeling the the tight pull of the ponytail I had been instructed to wear. I rarely wore my hair in a ponytail outside of the gym or dance class, thinking it only made me look more childish. But it had been specially requested so I had pulled it into a long high blond mane, fastened with a leather tie. The bulk of it still hung past my shoulders and swung like a metronome against my back in rhythm to my quickly accelerating pulse, as I had walked the 4 blocks from the subway station to my destination. And now finally there, I could feel my knees clicking nervously together. Were my hands trembling too? I took a deep breath, recognizing that this was my last opportunity for second thoughts. Was I really ready to do this? I thought back to earlier that morning, when I had been just another fresh faced college student, waking up after another night of partying with friends at the University Pub. I rolled out of bed, rubbing at my eyes, and started feeling the telltale beginnings of a hang-over headache. It was only when I had been rummaging in the cabinet for the Advil, and pouring myself a glass of ice water that I had noticed that Liana wasn’t home yet. I had been sharing the apartment with Liana for the past two years and we had grown close, although we traveled in different social circles. I was still a student, and while Liana was the same age as me, she was definitely on a different life path. Liana modeled on occasion, and they were often dubious modeling projects. I had rarely seen anything credible in her portfolio to justify the depth of designer clothes, bags and shoes in her closet, or the way she spent money in cold hard cash as though it was in never-ending liquid supply. And indeed, the black lock box she kept in her bedroom always seemed to be full and was continually being replenished. She had been very generous with me over the past two years. I was living the student life and dance training took up much of my spare time. What hours I had remaining, I had devoted to working as the hostess at the upscale lounge I was employed at, but those shifts were not nearly long enough and I was always teetering on the edge of being completely broke. Liana was accustomed to giving me loans while nodding to me with a wry smile. “You’re wearing yourself down for nothing, Alison. Let me know when you want my help with some contacts. I know you will eventually. Why serve others at that bar that you work all night at when you can be the one being served, and be paid for it at the same time. It’s just a matter of time before you realize that it can be a gilded walk for girls like us. You’re just not taking advantage.” Girls like us. It took me a while to understand what she meant by that statement. Certainly I felt like Liana and I had very little in common. She shopped at Barney’s and Bergdorf’s and I was still shopping at The Gap. She flew out on weekend getaways to Saint Tropez and Monte Carlo with wealthy and exotic men, while I spent my nights working long hour shifts and then meeting up with my high school boyfriend Seth for a last drink at the pub and clumsy sex that I was usually too exhausted to really enjoy. Liana and I were nothing alike. But she had a beautiful kind of allure and charm that made her lifestyle seem more glamorous than seedy. Being an escort was very different than being a prostitute, she had explained one night over a bottle of wine. It wasn’t being a common whore, it was about being a smart business woman. “Everywhere tonight, girls are getting drunk at bars and fucking pathetic strangers for free. They’ll wake up in the morning feeling far more cheap and used than I ever will when I wake up knowing I have nothing to do that day but count the green in my wallet.” The way Liana spoke of her lifestyle was intoxicating to me on many evenings. It sounded so adventurous and exciting, and occasionally she almost talked me into wanting to try it for myself. “Alison, you’re young, beautiful, and available. These are the years to set yourself up so you don’t have to rely on someone else. I mean look at Seth. Do you really think he’s going to be able to take care of you?” It always hurt me when she criticized Seth. I hadn’t slept with very many men and I had been dating Seth since my junior year of high school. I knew Seth would never be a wealthy businessman, and our vacations would always be to Cancun and not the Riviera, but I did love him. He was the excuse I used to explain to Liana that I wasn’t interested in her kind of lifestyle. But sometimes, if I was really honest with myself, something within me longed to have a taste of the kind of luxuries that Liana indulged in. My cell phone rang in the early afternoon while I was aimlessly surfing the net. It was Liana, and her voice sounded raspy and broken. “Alison, I’m so wrecked. That appointment I had last night turned into an all-nighter. Fucking coke. I haven’t slept at all and I’m on this yacht and everyone’s passed out for the day. I’m trying to wake this fucker up, but he’s still snoring. I need your help.” Liana often had nights like the one she had just described, but her strangled voice sounded more urgent this time. “What is it?” I asked. “You have to take my appointment this evening. It’s really important. He’s flown in from Munich on business. We’re talking about a multi-millionaire, Alison. It’s critical that I not let him down. I meet up with him every time he’s in town, and I don’t want to fuck up his schedule now looking for another girl. I don’t want to lose this contact.” My mouth went dry. “Liana. You can’t be serious! I can’t just go turn a trick just like that! Why can’t you call your other escort friends?” I could hear her sighing impatiently on the other end of the line. “Because my other escort friends will scoop his business from me, that’s why. Come on Alison, we’ve been talking about this for ages now. I’m telling you, this is your guy. He’ll be easy for you, I promise. He’s married, and he just like to fuck around when he’s traveling. He’s younger too, and he’s good looking. You’d probably even want to fuck him if you met him on your own.” I could feel my mouth go dry at the rushed nature of her negotiations. Sure we had talked about it before, but now that the offer was on the table I was petrified. I thought of my boyfriend, my dignity, and my pride in making it on my own in an honest way. And yet looking at the bills stacked on my kitchen table, and the staggered shifts in my schedule, I felt an unexpected tug at my resolve. “Alison…please. I swear I wouldn’t put you into a situation you couldn’t handle. It will be easy. It’s fucking $10,000 for a few hours! You can keep it all. I just need to keep my client. And it’s too late to cancel on him or make other plans. You have to do this for me. Just this one time.” Eventually Liana’s pleading voice and rationalizations became more and more convincing. Before I had realized what had happened, she had talked me into it. She explained what I was to wear and what I was to do. She told me the name of the hotel and the hour I was to arrive. Midnight. The way she’d spun it made it sound dramatic and exciting, and I felt myself start to get wet in response to the adrenaline surge. In just one night I would have enough money to cover all my month’s bills and still have money left over. And it was just sex, as Liana had said. It wasn’t love. I looked away from the picture of Seth’s smiling face that I had tacked up on our fridge, feeling a swell of guilt. Liana had said it wasn’t cheating if it wasn’t love. It was a business transaction and nothing more. Her logic was loosely woven and irrational at best, but now having already agreed, I compelled myself to believe in it. And it was just this one time. Nobody would ever have to know. I spent the next several hours getting ready for the appointment. I spent an extra long time in the shower, trying to drain the tension that was already creeping into my shoulders. I soaped my body, realizing that night I would be giving it over to a stranger to do with what he pleased for money. The idea of it turned me on. I had never cheated on Seth before. My body had known only him for the past 4 years. I wondered what it would feel like to have another pair of unknown hands on me and another cock inside me. The thrill of the idea in theory had my heart racing faster. The reality of it was quite another story. For all my fantasizing about Liana’s lifestyle, and her easy way of talking me into a scenario like this, I still wasn’t sure how I’d react in the moment. That night I dressed carefully in the outfit she had suggested I wear. She had said this particular client, named Conrad, preferred his woman to be classy and meticulously groomed. Liana had told me not to dress like a common hooker walking into that hotel or I might not even make it past the security. She sent me into her closet to pick out one of her outfits to wear. I liked the idea of this because it helped to further remove myself from the world of being Alison. On that night, I would become someone else. Someone that was meant to fulfill the desires of a stranger… desires that were not my own. The separation of it in my mind helped keep me calm and resolute on following through with my promise. I dressed in a very short tight black skirt and wore Liana’s 4 inch black Louboutin stilettos. My legs were long and toned from dance training, and the shoes made my tanned smooth legs look luxe. On top I wore a fitted white silk blouse, as the client had instructed with small pearl buttons. No padded bra, I had been told, and so I chose a sheer one that gave my breasts a natural shape and soft jiggle when I walked. My lips were painted red, and my hair was pulled up in a long high blond mane. The look was far more severe than anything I would ever have chosen on my own. Still, I wanted to please the client. And it helped transform my mind into seeing myself as someone other than who I really was. These were the thoughts that were running through my head as I made my way to The Hazelton. I had several appreciative glances as I walked past the lobby bar, and strode authoritatively to the elevator. But now, as I stood in front of room 2412, my heart was hammering in my chest and I started wishing I’d had something stronger than the single shot of vodka I’d downed before leaving the apartment. This was my last chance to back out. And yet, how could I back out? Liana would be furious after I’d already committed. I’d look like an absolute coward. And she had already done so much for me with loaning me money when I was short on rent, and taking me along to swanky parties when she was invited. No, the time to back out had been six hours prior, and I’d neglected to take that opportunity. Suddenly, everything felt all wrong. I had only instinctively started to back up when the door swung open on it’s own, and I gasped involuntarily at the unexpected reality of the transaction that had just begun. Standing in the doorway was a surprisingly good looking man that couldn’t have been more than 40 years old. He wore an inconspicuous white dress shirt and dark trousers but I could tell that he was all lean hard muscle beneath it. His hair was cut short, and his eyes were a steely yet piercing shade of blue and they seemed to look right through me. “You are Alison, I presume?” he said, his eyes raking over me from head to toe in silent appraisal. His good looks seemed to be offset by a kind of hard, dominant energy that he projected almost unintentionally, and I found something about it slightly unsettling. There was a confident purposefulness in the way he regarded me, almost lewdly, as though I was being served up on a platter for his salacious enjoyment. And indeed, perhaps I was. That was part of the bargain wasn’t it? Realizing there was nowhere for me to go, I extended my hand to shake his. He just looked at it with amusement, obviously recognizing my nervousness and he let out a low laugh. “No need for formalities. Come in.” Embarrassed and uncertain, I walked on trembling legs into the highly modern and stylized hotel room. My heels clicked on the floor as he led me through the suite, presumably to the bedroom. My palms were sweating and I almost felt dizzy with a mixture of fear and excitement at what the next several hours might bring. The air conditioning was on high and I immediately felt my nipples constricting and rising up hard to poke obviously against the sheer silk of my blouse. I felt both exposed and aroused. It was when we arrived at the main open concept bedroom suite that I stopped in mid-track. Someone else was there. A woman with short jet black hair and bangs was learning into a lounge chair near the bed with a bottle of champagne on a nearby table and a single glass that she was already sipping. She was older than Conrad, but had the looks of an ex-model, still extremely slender and willowy, and beautifully preserved. It was clear she was wealthy from her meticulously stylized image and the diamond jewelry that sparkled from well across the room. She had a feline coldness to her, however, and she regarded me with an amused kind of disdain. “Another blonde Conrad?” she asked in a heavy intangible European accent. “Why am I am I not surprised.” I became overtly alarmed. Liana had never mentioned there would be two of them and I started to look around the room, already calculating how I could back out of the arrangement. “Well, what do you think of her Tamara… is she not to your liking?” Conrad asked, circling around me. He reached out and raked a finger up the back of my spine slowly, making me shiver at his touch. He ended the trail by flicking my ponytail and smiling at me with a cagey kind of hunger that set my nerves on edge. “She looks just like the kind of little blonde whores you prefer most”, Tamara said with disdain. Her lips curled up in a twisted yet beautiful kind of smile. I flinched. I had never been called a whore before. Anger and shame flamed through me instinctively, as I fought back my natural inclination to throw an insult back at her and turn on my heels and walk out. But in this situation she was right. I had willingly walked into this role. Suddenly, I began to consider what options I had in removing myself from it. I tried to find my voice, and it faltered nervously. “Liana didn’t tell me of this arrangement,” I finally choked out. “She didn’t tell me there would be two.” “Ah,” Conrad said standing back and clearly enjoying my nervousness. He left me standing uncertainly there, at the mercy of both of their scrutiny. “I should introduce you to my wife Tamara then.” The brunette tilted her champagne glass my way and then continued to sip it, without taking her eyes off me. “The arrangement has not changed. Tamara is only here to supervise my pleasure. Not partake of it.” My eyes widened in response, uncertain as to the kind of game they were playing. Perhaps it was her kink to watch her husband fuck another woman. Tamara’s expression seemed even more deviant than her husband’s. It seemed like she was challenging me, goading me, as though she knew something about me was not cut out for this world. She was waiting for me to burst into tears, or fold. I could see it in the wry smile on her face, and the unquestionable certainty that even though I would be the one fucking her husband, she was the one that held the lion’s share of the power dynamic in that room. My back stiffened in response to it, and I held back the nerves and fear that had been threatening to overwhelm me since I’d walked into that hotel room. I cleared my throat and held my head up higher. “This was not part of the contract. For another person to be here, even on a voyeuristic level… I want more money.” The both laughed in unison and I suddenly felt very small and very ridiculous. “Liana told me this is your first time,” Conrad barked with amusement, “and yet you have the audacity to try to renegotiate before we even begin. Hmmm… I think I’m beginning to like this already”. My lower lip began to tremble. “It’s just that… the nature of the arrangement was not set out beforehand.” He crossed his arms and regarded me like a little girl. “Ok, what kind of financial compensation did you have in mind Alison.” My mind blanked. I had no idea what I was doing even suggesting he pay me more money. But the demeaning vibe coming from Tamara had spurred me to speak. “I want $13,000.” Conrad grinned “13,000… really. Do you think you deserve such a price-tag based on your current expertise?” Tamara’s sharp blue eyes were goading me on with her own private amusement as she continued to sip her champagne, clearly enjoying the interplay. “I know my worth,” I said boldly. “How do you know your worth if you don’t come with a pre-defined resume?” Tamara stood up and crossed the room. Even her movements had a predatory, feral quality to them, and she exuded a confidence in response to my immature and uncertain posturing. Up close, she was even more beautiful, as she dissected me with her eyes. I felt myself shiver in response. “Whores like you are rarely worth their price, in my experience”, she said with an eyebrow raised. “I think you still have to prove what your real value might be. So why don’t we make it an audition to set the bar. An oral audition is what I have in mind. Get on your knees and try to make him come. My husband has incredible restraint and control. You won’t be able to do it. But I’ll enjoy watching you try. If by some reason I have misjudged you, then you’ll get $15,000. That’s how confident I am in your failure.” Heat flamed through my face at her offer. I should have turned and walked away. The easy intelligence of this choice was not lost on me. This was my opportunity to back out of the entire insanity of the night, yet a competitive head-strong stubborn kind of resolve had me cemented to where I stood. I was effectively paralyzed by my own ego. Perhaps she had known that I would be, and had played it masterfully this way all along. As I nodded my agreement, she gave me a knowing smile, condescending and very aware of how easy it had been to push my buttons. “But first, I believe we are entitled to taste the merchandise,” Conrad said, walking up behind me so that I was standing in between them. My heart was hammering in my chest as I felt his hands on the back of my thighs. He ran them up the back of my legs before roughly yanking up the hemline of my skirt. I felt the cool air against my bare ass before his hands were on them, raking over the soft skin, squeezing and spreading the cheeks apart, before I felt a sharp slap and the resulting sting that made me cry out unexpectedly. I quickly composed myself as Tamara watched my expression clearly waiting for me to break. Stubbornly, I kept my green eyes fixed on her cold blue ones as I felt her husband’s hand slide between my legs. His fingers were purposeful as he ran them across my slit, back and forth. He started to tease my clit and I could feel the light pressure of his hard body pressing against mine from behind, as well as his breath on the back of my neck, and I felt myself responsively becoming aroused. By the time he started to press into me, sliding a finger up into my pussy up to the knuckle I was surprisingly wet. The memories of the good girl Alison, my boyfriend Seth, and the moral life I had set out to lead seemed to fade away as I felt him slide another finger into me, moving it around inside me, and expertly stroking it against my g-spot. Just as I started to feel myself settling around the pleasure, he abruptly withdrew, and I was left breathing hard, and alert again to my surroundings. Tamara was smiling at me, and I felt a deep blush at her knowing expression. “You are indeed a natural little slut aren’t you,” she said, obviously bemused. Before I could find the words to speak, Conrad reached around me extending his fingers dripping with my juices and pressing against me from behind so that I could feel the hard bulge of his cock against my ass. Tamara took a step forward, taking his hand in hers, and then drew his pussy soaked fingers past her crimson lips and into her mouth. My eyes widened watching her suck my juices from his fingers, her red lips moving as though it was a cock she was mouthing, all the while keeping her eyes directly on mine. Finally she pulled each finger slowly from her mouth, and then stood back to regard me with a smile. “She’s sweet,” she admitted, “but now let’s see if this little fuck doll can perform.” I watched Tamara’s deliberate swagger as she crossed the room to perch back on the chaise and refill her glass of champagne, before nodding to her husband to begin. My heart leaped into my throat, realizing what was about to happen. Conrad walked around me from behind to face me directly. He was an imposing figure of lean tight muscle, and his jaw was square and seemed to be permanently clenched. There was nothing relaxed about him. Indeed, he exuded masculinity in a way that I wasn’t used to, having only dated guys similar to my own age, and I felt uncertain and out of my element being around him. There were little crinkles at the edges of his eyes as he smiled at me. “Take off your clothes Alison. I want to see what I’m getting.” He stood back and my knees started to click together again. I felt vulnerable with those four cold blue eyes on me, appraising me like merchandise. I could feel the air conditioning, heightened again, and the tangible chill was in the room as well as in their gazes. I swallowed at the lump in my throat and began to fumble with the tiny pearl buttons on the blouse I was wearing. My nipples were hard as ice and they grazed my hands as I worked each button nervously. I tried not to think about where I was, or what I was doing. I tried not to notice how uncomfortable it was to be stared at and lewdly judged. I slipped the white silk blouse from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then I slid the black skirt slowly down my thighs, wriggling out of it, before kicking it to the side until I was standing in just a sheer black bra, panties and stilettos. I glanced up and saw them both watching me, enjoying my awkwardness and obvious nerves. Conrad gestured for me to continue and I gingerly unhooked my bra and let it fall away from my breasts, my nipples rising up even harder under his gaze. Finally I slid off my panties, revealing my silky smooth snatch. I could feel the dampness in the panties and realized I was as aroused as I was terrified. Conrad smiled and circled around me several times while I held my breath and fixed my gaze on the wall. I had no idea what his reaction would be, and my heart was hammering loudly in my chest. They both exchanged comments in German but from their intonation I assumed they both liked what they saw. “Very good Alison,” he said finally. “You have a beautiful body. I think I will enjoy using it for my pleasure this evening.” He purposefully stared me down while he unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He had an athletic body, with well-defined muscles that seemed to suggest a certain kind of masculine virility. Next he unbuckled the black belt around his trousers and slipped it from the loops until the entire length of it was in his hands. I flinched as he held it in front of me. In my naked vulnerability, I had no idea as to his intentions and a shiver of fear went down my spine. He smiled and approached me with it, and I began to back up, but his voice was low as he spoke. “Easy.” He caught me before I could move too far away and wordlessly, he snapped the belt between his hands and wrapped it roughly around my waist, looping it through the buckle and drawing it tight until the leather bit into my flesh. I gasped, and my breathing quickened. We were eye to eye and I could feel his breath on face as I stared back at him, wide-eyed and uncertain. The more I pulled away from him, the more the belt loop tightened around my waist. It was like he had effectively leashed my body and there was nowhere for me to go under this kind of restraint. “Now, are you going to struggle? Are you going to cry? Or are you going to show me what kind of a good little whore you can be?” “I… don’t…” “You still have a choice in this Alison.” My breathing came out in uncertain gasps, but my words were filled with a kind of stubborn resilience. “I … want to show you…” “Show me what?” I swallowed hard. The penetrating glare of his eyes and the mocking laughter from across the room coming from Tamara, seemed to strengthen my resolve. I licked my red lips and boldly stared back at him. I was angry at his smug wife and angry at the game they were forcing me to play. My words seem to come from somewhere beyond myself, because I couldn’t quite believe I was hearing myself say them. “I’m going to show you what a real whore can do. You say you want a filthy little slut to be the plaything for you and your wife. But in the end you just want to get off, don’t you? You want a girl who knows how to be dirty for you, and not just sip champagne and chaperone your deviant fantasies.” Tamara’s laughter stopped, but Conrad’s eyes flashed with renewed desire. “You’re a feisty one. I like that. So why doesn’t my little slut get down to business… and put her mouth to work for her money.” His put the palm of his hand against my pelvis and ran it deliberately hard up my body, between my breasts in a straight line, and then up against my throat, pausing while I smiled back at him. I felt like I was inviting his challenge, even as they coiled around my neck with a vague kind of menace. His hand slid up to lightly squeeze my cheeks, before I felt his hand atop my head where he pressed down with a consistent force, causing me to instinctively move lower and lower until I was on my knees in front of him. I was breathing hard now, aware that I was in a sideways position so that Tamara could watch me take care of her husband. I felt myself getting wet in response to seeing that hint of envy in her eyes as she watched me unbutton her husband’s pants and pull them down, along with his boxers. I knew he was hard and his cock sprang free immediately. It was much larger than my boyfriend’s, and gloriously thick with a large knob head that was glistening with pre-cum. Emboldened by his reaction, I took a moment to smile sweetly at Tamara before engulfing his shaft with my mouth. I had never been watched before, and feeling her eyes on me as I worked her husband’s cock in and out of my mouth turned me on in a way I hadn’t imagined before. I was pleasuring him, and performing for her. And I intended to excel at both. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling around it as my head bobbed up and down. He made no sounds for all my efforts. I was sucking him in just the way that usually had Seth moaning out loud. Crouched down but still balanced on my stilettos I had my hands on either side of his hips to steady myself as I worked his cock. It was glistening wet, large and pulsing in my mouth as I tried to take as much of it in as I could without gagging. With one eye I glanced at his wife who was smiling smugly and continuing to sip champagne as though she was watching a show at the theatre. My eyes lifted to look up at his face for approval as I quickened my pace, sliding his thick cock in and out of my mouth, up to the mushroom bulb and then back down again. “Fuck, but you do look beautiful down there,” Conrad said as my eyes met his. “How does my cock taste to my dirty little slut. I know you’re sucking me hard for all that money. Do you think you can make me cum?” I moaned my response, not wanting to let up. I could feel him pulsing in my mouth. He had to be getting closer. But the longer I went on, the more I realized he had complete control over his own pleasure. “I think for $15,000, I need to get my money’s worth, don’t you?” “Yessss,” I gurgled I felt him seize my ponytail and steady my movements. “Now I’m going to show you how I like it,” he said in a matter of fact way. He wrapped the length of my long blonde ponytail like a rope around his wrist, and pressed forward, hard until I could feel the bulbous head of his cock against the back of my throat. I tried to resist the urge to gag as he held my head still and pushed on further. “Come on, take it all in… that’s a good girl. Relax your throat. The best kind of whores can swallow every inch of me. And you want to be an expert don’t you?” I could feel my eyes watering as I tried to relax my gag reflex, feeling his cock start pushing past the back of my throat. I was helplessly at his mercy and submitting to his demands without question. I kept my eyes on his as he started moving in and out of my mouth first slowly, training his gaze on me as I became used to the depth he was achieving and then maintaining. I could feel my pussy getting wet as he continued to take total control, holding my head by my ponytail while he started to fuck my mouth in and out with steady rhythm. “That’s it,” he urged. “That’s how a good little whore sucks cock.” He had both hands on my head, steadying me to his will, driving his cock in and out, past my wet lips while I alternately gasped and fought against the urge to gag as he shoved his cock deeper down my throat; violating my mouth. I could feel the wetness of my saliva and the pre-cum that leaked from the head of his cock every time it hit the back of my throat start dripping from corners of my mouth as he rhythmically fucked my face, driving his hips forward purposefully, knowing I was helpless to resist him. Finally he pulled my hair back and withdrew from my mouth while I gasped for breath. Breathing hard, I sank to my knees, trying to wipe my mouth as I rested forward on my hands, coughing and sputtering. He stood there looking down at me trying desperately to compose myself. “I knew she wouldn’t succeed,” Tamara mused finally and I looked over at her with vile contempt as she crossed one long leg over the other and cocked an eyebrow at me. “Looks like you’re not as good of a whore as you might think you are.” “Her skills are credible,” Conrad noted arrogantly. He walked over to the table where Tamara sat, his erect cock bobbing in front of him, seemingly unaffected by anything that had happened. He took a sip of her champagne before returning to where I was still resting on my hands and knees. “What to do now to make her earn her keep,” he mused aloud. I looked at Tamara’s smug face, and a surge of heat flamed through me that seemed to overtake any sense of who I was or what I was capable of. I crawled towards Conrad who seemed surprised to see me coming back to the challenge unabated and undefeated. Then I worked myself between his legs and lifted my face upwards until my lips found the soft sack of his balls. I licked his balls, massaging them with my tongue before sucking each one inside my mouth gently, moving them back and forth until I was rewarded with a long groan finally elicited from his throat. Encouraged, I spit into my hand to lubricate it, and reached up to start stroking the shaft of his cock in rhythm to the motion of the way I sucked his balls. Conrad spread his legs slightly, giving me more space as he pressed further against my tongue. I could feel my pussy wet and dripping, and I unabashedly let one hand slip between my legs to tease my clit, feeling my wet folds swelling in response to how absolutely dirty I began to feel about the whole situation. I imagined what Seth might have thought if he could have seen me on my hands and knees in this beautifully expensive hotel, getting paid thousands of dollars fuck a complete stranger. I felt dirty and dark and twisted, and my mind seemed to come alive at the change of image I had undergone. The good girl Alison was somewhere outside that hotel room. The woman on her hands and knees was depraved and raw and primal in her urges, turned on by every violation and still hungry for more. I leaned forward, licking his balls in long strokes before my tongue slipped over the soft skin of his perineum, which I flicked back and forth with the length of my tongue. I could feel his muscles clench with obvious pleasure. Then, slowly I worked my way forward, sucking and licking until my tongue found the tight puckered star of his asshole. I felt his whole body sigh as I encircled it with my tongue, licking it and reveling in tasting every part of him. I knew he had not been expecting this from me, and from the way he pushed against my probing tongue, I knew I had found his weakness. I didn’t alter the rhythmic stroking of his cock, but let my tongue run in long slides from his balls to his asshole, before probing the little hole that seemed to clench around my tongue. He moaned his pleasure and I couldn’t help but pause and smile wryly. “You like that don’t you?” I murmured. “I’ll bet your wife doesn’t lick your asshole like I am right now. I’ll bet you need a dirty little whore like me to tongue fuck your ass and make you come. Cause I know she thinks she’s too good for it. But I’ll do it. And now I know you’ll come for me.” I dove back in, thrusting my tongue up inside his asshole, while he audibly moaned. Perhaps it was in shock at my sudden lewd comments, or perhaps it was from the way my tongue nestled against his muscular ring before pushing past it to tongue fuck his ass without reservation and with utter abandon. He moved in rhythm to my tongue, undulating against it, while I quickened the pace of stroking his long thick shaft. The more resistance I felt, the more I sought to penetrate him, shoving my tongue up as far as it would go and then sliding it back and forth until I could feel his cock jerking in my hand. Quicker still I went, working my tongue in deeply until finally I could feel the wonderful pulsations in my hand and I felt a burst of creamy cum splash my hand and drip deliciously down his shaft. I groaned, almost feeling like I could have come myself from the elated finale to all my efforts to satisfy him. Still on my knees, I brought my tongue around in long strokes, licking at the river of cum dripping down from his balls, tasting it in my mouth while I lapped up the rest from his cock. He tasted warm and salty and for some inexplicable reason, I wanted every last drop from the fruition of my oral labours. I looked up at him with a smile, my eyes alight with the realization of my success. His face was smeared with obvious satisfaction as he took my chin in his hand, and let his thumb slide into my mouth as I teased him with my open grin. I sucked his finger greedily, letting him know that his whore was not quite finished, and that there was much more to come. “You are a fantastically dirty little slut,” he said with amazement. “I didn’t know you had it in you. You loved licking my ass didn’t you.” “I love earning the money you promised me.” He laughed, realizing he had entirely misjudged me. Indeed, I seemed an entirely different person from the girl I had been earlier that day. This didn’t feel like the Alison I knew. This felt primal and raw, like I was tapping into a part of myself that I hadn’t even imagined existed within me. I looked to Tamara, who sat poker faced and silent. Obviously she had misjudged me too, and perhaps that was my greatest satisfaction of the evening. “You’ll get the $15,000,” Conrad said, “and a generous tip on top of that.” With one hand he reached behind me, and with the end of the belt he had strapped on my waist earlier, he seized me and yanked me to my feet like a rag doll. He drew me closer to him. So close that we were eye to eye and for a moment I thought he might kiss me. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, and the predatory way he looked at me immediately had me back at his mercy. “I think you say you want the money,” he murmured, his eyes locked with mine. “But I think what you want most is for me to fuck you right now… hard and long… until you beg for me to stop. But I won’t. I’ll just fuck you harder. I think that’s the reward you crave most right now.” I felt immobilized standing in front of him, with the bite of the leather belt digging sharply into my skin. I felt light headed with the moment, with the feeling of being helpless to this man that would easily have his way with me. And there was something in his words that held truth. I wanted it. And I wanted it more than the money. He must have sensed the truth that had betrayed any resolve I had to claim that I was only there for my payment. His hand slipped between my thighs and I could feel the wetness of my pussy gushing around his fingers almost immediately. “Look how wet you are… my little slut. Is this what you like? Is this what you were hoping for when you came her tonight?” I tried to remain silent, but the way he worked my clit elicited an unrestrained moan from deep within my throat. Encouraged, he slid his long fingers up into my pussy, deep and probing, fucking me with them in and out while I struggled to not slump again him from the pleasure of his teasing. The muscles in my thighs quivered as he rubbed against my g-spot with obvious expertise. “Now how shall I let you come…” he mused. He withdrew his fingers and brought them up to my face. Without a thought, my mouth opened and he fed me his fingers so that I could lick them clean of all my hot juices. I felt like he had untapped a wholly lusty and uninhibited side of me that felt like an awakening down deep in my core. He drew his fingers out of my mouth and smeared my lips with the remainder of my pussy juices before he crushed his mouth to mine, tasting me in a hotly open and aggressive kiss that had me gasping for breath. Then with one hand he reached around to yank my long ponytail so hard that my head was thrown back. I moaned again as his mouth slid down my neck to taste and bite the soft flesh before sucking the tender skin of the hollow of my throat. “Please fuck me,” I gasped in a barely audible whisper. “What’s that you said?” he asked, although clearly he had heard what I’d spoken. “Fuck me,” I begged. “You know what I want.” “I think I like to hear you say it my slut,” he said, pulling my hair taut, as though enjoying prolonging every second of this torment. “How hard shall I fuck you?” “How hard do you want to fuck me”, I threw back, throwing a look in Tamara’s direction. She was watching us with obvious fascination. I couldn’t tell if she was pleased or angered. He pulled the loop of the belt tighter making me cry out slightly from the sting it delivered to the soft skin of my belly. “I could fuck you hard and long, all night. You already know something of my stamina, and rest assured, you will be begging me for mercy long before I would have the desire to stop fucking you. Are you prepared for this? Because for a $15,000 whore like you, I intend to use you for as long as I wish.” I didn’t have a chance to respond but could only gasp as he clenched his jaw with resolve before slapping my ass hard. I felt the sharp sting like a lick of fire before he roughly turned me around and drew me up hard against him, so that we were both facing Tamara. I couldn’t breathe or move, feeling my fear and uncertainty growing yet again. I had no idea what to expect, and it had me in a heady state of arousal and anxiety. From our position, I fixed my gaze on his wife, as she watched us with a combination of fascination and revulsion. How would it feel to be her, I wondered momentarily… to watch my husband fuck a much younger, nubile girl while I remained only a distant observer. Perhaps this was her kink, or perhaps this was also her agony. I felt his cock starting to grow hard again between my legs, seeming to throb there with a life of its own while we stood immobile for Tamara’s inspection. “Well, my darling,” she said in a tight voice, “I think you should fuck her.” Her mouth curled into a slow twisted grin. At his wife’s request, Conrad bent me roughly at the waist pushing me down so that I was bracing myself against the edge of the bed. I felt his hands grip my ass roughly squeezing the cheeks so hard I knew he would leave red marks in their wake. I felt another hard slap and I winced at the flash of pain. “Now what shall I fuck first?” he mused. “This wet pussy or this dirty little ass.” I drew in my breath. I had never had anal sex before. It was still the holy grail that my boyfriend had always wanted to try. We had tried before, but it had hurt too much. And Conrad was far larger than my boyfriend. I struggled to find my voice. “No anal”, I choked out. “That wasn’t part of the agreement!” “Agreement?” he laughed, pausing to work two fingers into my pussy still slick with juices. “Are we still on this agreement? I thought we were past that by now. You’re here to be my dirty little whore. I think we can definitely agree on that. And your reward is $15,000, and for that you must first reward me…” I contemplated struggling to get up but he had his hand firmly entwined in the noose of the belt that bound me by the waist and left me entirely restrained and forced to submit to whatever deviant desires he wanted to inflict upon me. I glanced at Tamara helplessly but I could see she was enjoying my fear. Before I could say another word, I felt him slam his cock into my pussy right up to the balls, splitting me wide with a flaming heat that made me cry out as I lurched forward on my hands. He was so much bigger than Seth and I felt my pussy stretch and contract around his thick shaft, accommodating his sudden invasion. From there I was forced to steady myself on my hands as he drew himself almost entirely out of me, only to ram his cock back deeply inside, slamming hard against my cervix and causing me to moan with a kind of pleasured pain I had never experienced before. “Does that hurt little slut?” Conrad hissed, without sympathy. “Are you the type to enjoy a bit of pain?” I whimpered feeling him again thrusting viciously inside of me, until I felt light headed from his efforts to subdue and use me as his paid fuck doll. And the more I considered this unexpected reality of the situation, the more I felt the heat of this raw and degrading moment arouse and excite a part of me I still could not grasp or understand. Determined, I rose up on my hands, curving my spine so that my ass was up high against his groin. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me as I moved against him, grinding against him and no longer able to contain the moans of pleasure at feeling him fill me up so completely. “You love being my little slut, don’t you,” he mused, clearly enjoying my sudden changes in temperament. “Yesss,” I moaned, finally feeling broken by my own raw desires. From there, he started to pound my pussy, harder and harder, with a ferocity I had never experienced before. The pain and pleasure was searing and intoxicating. My pussy contracted in delicious spasms around his invading shaft as he rocked me forward. The only way I could maintain any balance was to rely on the intense clawing grip of his hands on my slender hips. He fucked me wildly, like an unrestrained animal. I could hear the audible slaps of his hips against my ass, and the rhythmic sounds of his thrusts and groans creating a dirty interplay with my every lustful sob. I looked to Tamara, trying to focus through the heady and intoxicating state of our carnality. She was sitting back in her chair, her legs uncrossed. Her black dress was open wide at the long slid and I saw her watching us with fixation as her hand rubbed against her exposed clit, perversely enjoying the show we were providing. I could hear her soft moans and noticed her eyes become glassy and unfocused as she reveled in watching her husband fucking me with renewed ferocity. Again, another hard slap to my ass, and I cried out from the intense lick of pain that sent me reeling forward. His hands clawed into my ass cheeks, spreading them apart as I felt him spit lewdly against my asshole. I clenched up, knowing his intentions immediately. I was helpless to stop him, even though I knew the darker side of me didn’t want him to stop at all. Conrad pulled out abruptly and suddenly I felt his fingers sliding into my raw, freshly fucked pussy. He slid them in and out, until they were dripping wet and then smeared my tight little asshole with my juices. My body shuddered as I felt a finger start pushing against the muscular little ring that instinctively sought to keep him out. I let out a long sigh as I forced myself to relax around his probing digit, pushing back against him while he slid his finger in up to the knuckle. “Nice and tight,” he mused. “Just the way I knew you would be. Tell me Alison, have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” “Noooo,” I whimpered, trying to think of anything other than what he was doing. “Ah,” he sighed as he started to slowly finger fuck me. “Then you’re in for a treat.” I felt him slide his cock back into my pussy, thrusting several times, until he was covered in my juices once again. And then, finally, I felt the hard knob of his cock press against my virgin asshole. I held my breath as he pushed against it, uncertain as to what to do. “Come on Alison,” he murmured under his breath. “Relax and enjoy this the way I know you will”. He reached an arm around until his fingers were against my clit, teasing it expertly until all I was aroused and excited again. I moaned as he circled my clit, rolling it between his fingers, until I could feel the gush of juices begin again between my thighs. Once he had me distracted in my state of pleasure, he pushed his cock against my asshole once again, this time more forcefully. I gasped as he worked past the resistant little ring until the entire knob of his cock was inside me. I was breathing hard, as he continued to play with my clit as he slowly worked the entire length of his shaft deeply inside my ass. It was a heady combination of pleasure and pain, and I clenched my toes as I sought to accommodate the full length and girth of his cock. He paused for a moment, listening to my heavy breathing and moans, until finally they began to subside. I had been opened wide and the sensations began to change to a kind of tight white heat that suddenly had every muscle in my body relaxing and ultimately submitting to him once again. “How does that feel Alison?” he whispered hotly into my ear. “It feels good,” I groaned. “Oh god, it feels so good.” “Now are you ready to really let me fuck your ass? Are you ready for more pleasure, my dirty little slut?” “Yes”, I sobbed. “Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard.” I was so turned on and horny for him to continue that I could feel the wetness from my pussy glazing my inner thighs. I replaced his fingers with my own against my clit, while he hand reached again to rake the cheeks of my ass as he began to thrust in and out of me, slowly building to a fast, sharp rhythm that had me moaning loudly. I continued to rub my clit, thrusting back against him at every turn, deepening the penetration that seemed to split my ass wide open in an overwhelming kind of intense pleasure that I had never experienced before. “Fuck me harder,” I urged him, as I slid two fingers into my dripping pussy and rolled my clit with my thumb. I felt so full, so used, and so beautifully violated all at the same time. He was like an animal inside me, pumping his cock in and out of my ass with primal energy. I felt him grab my long ponytail, pulling it back as he continued to fuck me, making me moan louder. “Oh yesss,” I could hear Tamara cry. “Fuck that little slut.” I could see the blurry vision of her in the chaise, legs splayed wide, frantically rubbing her own clit as she watched her husband fucking my ass with his raging cock. The sight of her, head throw back, red lips open wide as she neared her orgasm, combined with the intense thrusting into my tight little hole, sent me into waves of ecstasy. I groaned loudly, my primal sounds mingling with hers, as we both seemed to come within moments of each other. My whole body shuddered in a long blinding white orgasm that rocked me to the core. I could feel my asshole contracting in spasms around his cock and this seemed to set him off because after several intense sharp thrusts, Conrad let out a long groan and slammed his cock in deep. I could feel the wild pulsations as he filled my ass with his hot cum. Finally after a long chorus or moans and the sighs of the aftermath of our climaxes, he slowly withdrew. I could feel the remains of his cum dripping from my asshole, as I struggled to catch my breath. He let me fall against the white Frette sheets on the bed. I slid against them, deliciously conflicted in the feelings of having just been a paid fuck doll. I felt dirty and carnal and an entirely different Alison than the one that had arrived at his room earlier that night. Not knowing what came next, I was surprised when he crossed the room to where Tamara sat in her heady afterglow. He took a sip of champagne before leaning in to kiss her passionately, as though he had just been fucking her and not me. I lay there dumbfounded, filled with his cum, both holes rubbed raw, jaw aching. They exchanged loving words in German and Tamara stroked his cheek as though to congratulate him on a brilliant performance. Finally, Conrad turned to me and smiled. “Thank you Alison for being my little whore this evening. But I’m afraid it’s time for you to go. I’ve enjoyed using you tonight, and I notice the pleasure has not been all mine”. I blushed at his words, not having wanted him to know I had enjoyed it at all. The truth was, he and his wife were a sick and twisted pair. They were the true deviants, not me. I thought of my boyfriend Seth, and the aftermath of what I had just done started to sink in. The reality of it all overwhelmed me. I had truly been a dirty whore. A dirty paid whore. I was no longer the girl I had imagined myself to be. Ashamed, I quickly put on my clothes while they watched. I couldn’t decide if I was humiliated by my decisions that night or intrigued by all the other possibilities I had not yet considered. I stood there uncertainly with my legs shaking, while Conrad counted out the money I had been promised. In the end, he gave me $17,000 in a small clear bag that I could barely stuff into my purse. All the while I could feel his cum still dripping from my asshole, making me feel even more debased than I would have otherwise. “Well earned.” He said with a nod. “You are indeed a natural slut. You had me surprised.” “I’m… not a slut.” I said finally, feeling used and degraded by his smug attitude. “This was a one time thing. I needed the money for school and for living expenses and…” “Don’t hide behind your weak excuses Alison,” he interrupted sharply. “You’re a whore. Accept it.” An unexpected rage flamed through my face. “And you and your wife are a vile, egomaniacal couple. I don’t know the reasoning behind your sadistic little kinks here, but before you judge someone else, I suggest you look at your own deviant little world first.” I grabbed my bag, biting my tongue before I hurled all the other insults and accusations that I had been keeping in check all night. The return to who I was, and to my own complacent universe filled me with a kind of trepidation. The truth was, this entire dark night had just been a moment in time. Tomorrow morning, I would wake up and pretend it never happened. I would use the money wisely, and wipe this memory from my conscience forever. I was not the kind of girl they thought I was. I was not a whore. My heels clacked loudly on the floor as I walked quickly and purposefully towards the elevator, my spine pulled straight back in defiance to all their ugly insinuations. I pushed frantically at the elevator buttons, desperate to get out of that space. “Oh Alison?” I heard Conrad call. I paused and turned back to see him standing in the doorway, very much the way he had been when the dark fantasy gates to room 2412 had first opened to me. He smiled at me with a twisted kind of amusement and predatory satisfaction. “Can I see you again?” Carnal instinct ensured that I knew the answer to his question before it ever left my lips. “Absolutely.” The elevator doors opened, ready to take me down. *** The End ***

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“Have you ever had any… kinky fantasies?” I asked my boyfriend one day. We were lying in bed together one Sunday morning, still breathing hard from our last orgasms. The rain was coming down outside, and it was a perfect day to spend wrestling in the sheets, and enjoying the inherent laziness of the day. Marc, my boyfriend of the past three years, rose up on one elbow. “Well, that depends. What do you mean by kinky?” I grinned and rolled over to face him. “You know… something you’ve always wanted to try. Something other than vanilla sex.” “Vanilla sex?” He laughed, but I could tell he was a little hurt. “I didn’t know this was all vanilla to you”. “It’s not!” I said, quickly backtracking. “But you know what I mean… have you ever wanted to try something different? Maybe something you’ve read about or seen in a porn video, and never really had the chance to experiment with”. He shrugged and he fell back on his pillow. I could tell he was in deep contemplation over how he was supposed to respond. I quickly realized that I should have known better than to put him on the spot. Marc’s collection of pornography had always been very straight and mainstream, with the occasional girl-on-girl action, and barely-legal thrown into the mix. I sank back against the sheets, afraid that he might think that I had some kind of closet deviant tendencies that I had been keeping hidden up until then. We hadn’t really talked much about sex during our relationship. The fact that it was happening regularly and that it was pretty good overall, seemed to be enough for both of us. I was 24 years old, and Marc was my first serious boyfriend. We had met at university during a sorority/frat mixer. He was an athlete, and had the tall, broad shouldered good looks that had me weak at the knees almost from day one. It had been easy enough to catch his attention at that party. I had been wearing the shortest little skirt, and had gone braless in a sexy new white halter-top. I had dressed for that party very quickly and hadn’t realized that the fabric was almost transparent. The outline of my nipples was obviously visible to anyone that might have given me a second glance. While I had been getting more than my usual share of attention at that party, I had been pretty clueless about it, until Marc walked up to me and whispered the nature of my accidental display into my ear. I had been so embarrassed that he took off his jacket, and let me wear it for the rest of the night. That’s when I knew he was a good guy. And after having dated a string of bad-boys, I realized it was maybe time to take some well-meaning advice and try a different kind of guy. The three years of our relationship had been amazing. Marc was a perfect boyfriend in almost every way. He treated me like a princess, he was doting and generous, and my friends and family absolutely adored him. “He’s a keeper Jenna,” my mom had said when she met him at a family BBQ. “Don’t let this one get away.” And its not that I planned on letting him get away. Her logic was right. Marc was total marriage material. It was just that… having been a bit of a bad girl my whole life, and being really sexually adventurous during my early university years, my sex life with Marc had become rather stable, and maybe just a little boring. I still loved being with him, but everything had become so predictable and so relegated to the bedroom. Marc had never been one for spontaneous sex, and so, most of the time, I knew that after a party or a night out, we’d come home, brush our teeth, get into bed, and then reach for each other as though on auto-pilot. It was almost as thought the script had been written out for us ahead of time and we were just mindlessly following along. I had tried asking Marc about his previous sexual adventures, but I quickly realized that there had been nothing particularly shocking or unusual in his past. He had wholesome girlfriends, he played football, and he was a great stand-up guy. There were no threesomes or fetishes or wild sex stories in his past. I had always been aware of this, and uneasily so, because it made me feel like I had to hide so much of my own history. He still didn’t know about my bisexual experiences, or the threesomes and crazy vacation sex hook-ups that I’d enjoyed before we’d met. And I didn’t want him to see me “that way”. I wanted him to see me as a good girl... the kind of girl he could envision marrying one day. But on that dark, rainy Sunday morning, I couldn’t help but want to probe, just a little. Part of me wondered if Marc maybe did have an edge and was hiding it for the same reasons I was. Those were my secret hopes, anyway. “Well what did you have in mind?” he asked, after a long silence. I could tell from the tone in his voice that he was still slightly offended by my reference to ‘vanilla sex’. “I just thought that… I don’t know… maybe we could surprise each other one night. Maybe we could try a little role-play. Maybe I could dress up… Or you could tie me up.” “Tie you up? You’re into that? Like ball-gags and gimp masks and all that shit?” “No,” I laughed, suddenly feeling ridiculous. “I’m just thinking it could be fun to spice things up.” “Right.” “Baby, I’m not saying this because I don’t absolutely love being with you. I just thought it might make things a little more fun.” There was another long baited silence. I was going to make a joke about hearing ‘crickets chirping’ in order to break the awkward tension of the moment, but he spoke, and quickly surprised me with what he said. “Maybe. I mean I guess we could try.” “Really?” I cried, almost too eagerly. He turned on his side, and suddenly his blue eyes were sparkling. “Maybe I’ll surprise you for our anniversary next week.” I smiled, excited that he was getting into it. “Do you have something in mind already?” “No”, he said. “Not yet. But I’ll think of something. I’ll just have to put some thought into it first. And I guess I can always ask some of the guys for ideas.” I rolled my eyes. Marc was living in a beautiful 4-bedroom house in the trendiest part of the city. It had quickly become known as the party-house. He had two roommates, Jack and Ryder. Jack played on the football team with Marc, and had been his best friend since junior high. Ryder had been a casual friend of Jack’s but somehow had never seemed to fit into the sports obsessed vibe of the house. Ryder played in a band, cruised the after hours circuit, and always seemed to be up to trouble. Many nights, while I lay in the upstairs bedroom with Marc, I could hear Ryder and his latest flavor-of-the-week girl fucking like wild dogs in the downstairs bedroom. I didn’t particularly like him, only because he seemed like such a jerk to the girls he dated. He had a kind of arrogance I remembered from my past boyfriends, and it was an attitude I was trying to avoid. Despite his reputation, he still seemed to get more than his fair share of girls. It was something that I know irritated Jack, who was always relegated to playing the second string wing-man when they went out together. While I had no respect for Ryder, I started to think that he might be a good source of creative sexual ideas for Marc. I realized it might be useful for my boyfriend to tap into Ryder’s brain and maybe start to expand his mind about being more sexually experimental. Certainly his roommate was more than qualified based on the array of girls I saw him bring home, and the depraved noises that I always heard coming from that bedroom. I kissed Marc, and got up to slip on the short pink robe I kept at his house. I realized a reward was in order, and hopefully might even give him the incentive to really step up his game. “I’m going to make you breakfast in bed,” I announced. “Just to show you just how much I love having the best boyfriend in the world.” He smiled, watching the sway of my ass under the short robe as I walked out of the bedroom. I took a quick look in the bathroom mirror. I still had bed head. I have long blond hair and it was still a mess from our morning sex play, but I didn’t care. It was Sunday after all. I walked past Jack’s room, which was still closed and went down to the kitchen on the main floor. I started to make bacon and eggs, taking care to be as quiet as possible, knowing that Ryder’s bedroom was just down the hall. Around the time I was pouring the orange juice, I heard a loud, strangled moan coming from that direction. I froze for a minute and listened. The sounds continued, and I could hear muffled talking and then more moaning. Unable to resist, I crept on my tip-toes towards the vicinity of the noises. Ryder’s bedroom door was ajar, and as I got closer, I could hear a girl’s voice. “Mmmm yeah…. fuck me harder!” I knew I should have run back to the kitchen immediately. I had no right to be peering into his bedroom door. After all, he was just fucking yet another girl. But I froze when I heard another distinctly different honeyed voice cooing. “Oooh, you love it when I suck your balls, don’t you? You heard what she said, fuck her harder!” My eyes, widened. Was he having a Sunday morning threesome? The door hung open, almost invitingly, and I took a few steps forward and pressed myself against the wall, and looked inside. There was a petite and curvy brunette on her knees on the bed, lurching forward. Her hands were clasped together and had been bound by one of Ryder’s ties. They were fastened to a rung on his wooden headboard, keeping her slightly off balance as she struggled to absorb the heavy thrusts as Ryder pounded her hard from behind. I could hear the loud slapping of his hips against her ass as he fucked her, making her heavy breasts bounce together from the force of his movements. Ryder’s hands were gripping her hips, leaving red marks in their wake, interspersed with the occasional heavy handed slap against her ass. “You fucking like that, don’t you?” From my vantage point I could almost see the beads of sweat on his forehead and the snarl of his smile as he continued the steady quick thrusts. My eyes then continued further down the length of this sordid scene until I could just make out the a spill of black hair just behind him, and a small pair of hands on his ass, while the second girl steadied herself to the rhythm of his thrusts while she eagerly dove into the core of their sex, sucking his pussy-soaked balls, and then diving in to get a lick of his slippery wet cock as it slid in and out. “How does she feel, baby? You like fucking my best friend, don’t you?” My eyes widened. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Sabrina, Ryder’s latest girlfriend. They had been dating for a few months, and I had grown used to seeing her around the house. I had always suspected her to be a wild girl, but I was still amazed as I watched the scene unfold. I could feel the stirrings immediately, making me feel wet in response to seeing such hot lusty fucking in such an unexpected way. I wanted to move, but somehow I couldn’t. I felt almost in a daze; utterly transfixed and unable to turn away. My nerves were on edge in an unexpected way. I had never watched people have sex before, and certainly not this kind of sex. I quickly realized that the one threesome I’d been involved in during spring break was rather tame in comparison. It had been awkward, and alcohol infused. This seemed very lucid, and very primal. There was an aggressive sexuality about all of them that had me instantly and unexpectedly aroused. It was against my better judgment. But I was paralyzed by the moment, torn by my intentions to be a good girlfriend, and conversely by the darker desires I obviously had not yet resolved. I realized I was still naked beneath my robe, and I pressed myself against the wall, unconsciously sliding my hand down, and then up and under my short robe. My fingers ran over my smooth pussy lips. It was still swollen with the remains of Marc’s cum from earlier that morning, and now was I was freely dripping wet again, as my excitement built watching his roommate fucking these two girls. My heart raced, half fearful one of them would turn and see me watching, and yet unable to care enough to stop what I was doing. I rubbed my clit between two fingers, while sliding a third digit up inside my pulsing pussy. Ryder had momentarily pulled out of the brunette and slid back off the bed so that he was standing and Sabrina, still on her knees, moved her mouth over his cock, licking and slurping at the combined juices of her boyfriend and her best friend. He groaned and held her head, fucking her mouth with almost the same intensity as he had been fucking her friend’s pussy. I was amazed that Sabrina was able to keep up this momentum without gagging. The expert way she obliged each thrust and the look of ecstasy on his face caused a heat to flare within me. Marc and I had just had sex twice that morning, but somehow I felt even more turned on just watching this scene unfold, than I had during either time we had made love. A lick of excitement went through me as I imagined what might happen if I joined them. It was just a momentary fantasy, and nothing I would have acted on given my commitment to Marc, but the idea of it had my pussy gushing around my fingers, as I built myself up to a crescendo peak of heat and electricity, teasing my clit with renewed focus. “Don’t forget about me, guys,” the brunette called over her shoulder. She had been watching them too. “You still want more of my cock too, don’t you?” Ryder said, brushing Sabrina aside to walk up to the foot of the bed. “Yesss….” I heard her gasp, before she was silenced, and replaced with the wet slurping sounds of her mouth sliding over the length of his shaft. I couldn’t see as well from the way he was positioned, but was left to admire his round, well defined ass clenching and unclenching as his hips propelled him forward, into her mouth. Sabrina was quick on her feet and scrambled up onto the bed to slide herself under her best friend, spreading her legs so that her pussy was positioned over her mouth. Her arms went up to clamp over the girl’s thighs and she drew her down over her face, sucking her pussy with renewed enthusiasm. Her friend’s moans were still audible, though muffled by the cock moving in and out of her mouth. The entire visual of this live pornographic scene intensified in my mind. Suddenly I found myself imagining that I was either of those girls. Watching all this twisted sex and heat had me only too aware of what I’d been missing. It drew me up and out of myself, forgetting I was Marc’s girlfriend, or potential wife material, or anything other than a primal animal in need of complete carnal abandon. I bit down hard on my lip as the familiar excitement built up inside me. I rubbed my clit faster, leaning back harder against the wall to steady myself. Finally I felt myself coming in a long orgasmic wave that had my legs shaking, while I tried to restrain my moans. Breathing hard, I suddenly came back to the reality of where I was, and what I had been doing. Half mortified with myself, I scrambled back to the kitchen. I leaned forward on the counter, shocked by what I had just done. And even more shocked that I had gotten away with it! I looked at the breakfast plate of cold eggs and bacon, and felt a pang of guilt. Quickly I put everything away, trying to erase the images from my mind, and put the plate into the microwave to heat. It was then that I heard a noise in the hallway. It was Ryder. He walked into the kitchen, now wearing just a pair of boxer shorts. He was all lean muscle, very similar in body type to Marc, but his hair was dark and messy, and he had a kind of swagger that was very different from Marc. He was certainly no college football hero. He gave me a half grin, not at all shy about what he was wearing or what he had just been doing. I, on other hand, felt my face flame with embarrassment. “Hey Jenna,” he said, yawning and opening the fridge to retrieve the pitcher of orange juice. “Good morning,” I said, looking away. He noticed my fidgety nervousness and he let out a low laugh. “Sorry if we were a bit loud. That damn door on my bedroom never stays shut anymore. We just got back from the after-hours club a little while ago.” “Oh,” I said innocently “I didn’t hear a thing. No worries.” He smiled and leaned back against the counter. “Are you sure? I have two girls in there by the way.” “Oh, ok. Well… good for you then,” I stammered awkwardly. I looked at him and forced myself to relax. It was just Ryder after all. And I was starting to act like a virginal schoolgirl. A schoolgirl that was starting to become increasingly aware of the combined wetness of my juices and Marc’s cum starting to glaze my inner thighs while I was standing there talking to him. “Want me to send them up to you and Marc after I’m done?” he joked. I laughed. “Umm... no.. I don’t think Marc would be quite ready for that.” “Yeah, and it’s a little too early in the morning for me to start writing an instructional manual.” My back stiffened. He was such a natural and unapologetic kind of jerk. “Actually if you want to know the truth, we were just talking about getting up to some trouble together ourselves. You know… spicing things up.” I don’t know why I felt the need to justify anything to him, but the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Ryder smiled at me with obvious sarcasm. “Spice? Marc? You sure about that?” I rolled my eyes, and picked up my tray of food, holding my head high. “Well he’s promised to surprise me for our anniversary.” “Hmmm… bet he’ll be coming to me for tips though.” I shrugged; part of me secretly pleased at the thought. I was sure a few conversations with Ryder would definitely get Marc’s mind thinking in the right direction. “Have a nice Sunday, Ryder,” I said, breezing past him with my tray of breakfast. “You too, Jenna.” I could feel his eyes watching me as I ascended the stairs in my short little robe. I wondered if he could see the shiny wetness of my inner thighs. I also wondered if he knew that I had been watching his dirty little threesome. I returned to the bedroom and served Marc the breakfast in bed I had promised him. “Wow… this must be a great breakfast…” he said with a smile. “It took a whole hour to cook?” “Sorry,” I mumbled. “I couldn’t find… the right frying pan.” I left a sweet kiss on his lips and then started walking towards the bathroom, desperate for a long shower to shake off the intense memories of the way my morning had started. “And by the way”, I called over my shoulder. “I can’t wait for your Anniversary surprise!” *** *** *** During the week that followed I felt my anticipation building. Marc seemed very secretive on the phone and I knew he was a little nervous. He had never planned an evening of seduction before, and I knew I would have to give him unconditional accolades for whatever he attempted. After all, this would be his first try, and I knew things would still have room to grow and develop within the realm of expanding our sexual fantasies. I was just grateful that he was finally open to it. The plan was for me to go over to his place after work, and our evening would unfold from there. “I think you’ll like my surprise,” Marc said temptingly over the phone that morning. “I think it’s very much along the lines of what you’ve been looking for. In face I’ve been thinking about it all week. I realized you were right. This might be fun for both of us.” I took a long shower after work, taking my time to wash my long hair and perfume my skin until it was silky smooth. I left my long blond hair down over my shoulders, and put on a little black dress. He hadn’t told me what to wear, and I figured it was a safe choice. On the drive to his house, my mind was filled with endless possibilities. I had no idea what to expect. I parked in the driveway, and walked up to the house. The door was already open. I walked inside and could hear the dark house music beats playing throughout the dimly lit hallway. I was immediately intrigued. On the side table was a white card with my name on it. I opened the card and it read: “Go upstairs. I have something waiting for you on the bed. You are to wear this, and only this. Take off your clothes and wait for me there.” I felt a shiver of excitement, wondering what naughty piece of lingerie he might have picked out for me. I walked obediently up the two flights of stairs to his bedroom, which was dark with two pillar candles burning on the floor. My gaze went immediately to the bed and I was shocked to find a long black silk scarf tied in the way of a blindfold. I smiled to myself. Was he serious? This was getting interesting. Marc definitely had some coaching, I mused, as I unzipped the back of my dress. I let it fall to the floor and kicked it away. Imagining what might unfold was starting to excite me, and it only made me love Marc more for indulging my desires this way. I unhooked my bra, letting it fall away from my full round breasts. My nipples were already hard. I rubbed them and they grazed my skin like pencil erasers. I was instantly aroused by the possibilities of the whole scene. Next I slid off my little black thong. I looked in the long mirror on the wall, appraising my tight and toned body with a smile. I was feeling wet and mischievous and ready for whatever might happen. Dutifully I wrapped the long black scarf over my eyes, and tied it tightly behind my head, letting everything suddenly fade into darkness. It was only then that I felt a little tingle of nerves. It felt so vulnerable to be standing there naked, and alone, and deprived of sight. Gingerly, I sat down on the edge of the bed and waited. “I’m ready,” I called out, hoping Marc might hear me. In response, the whole room suddenly flooded with music. They were loud, dark beats that quickly had my pulse racing in perfect rhythm. It was dark and sexy, and unexpected. Still unable to see, I waited uncertainly, until I could hear the audible sound of the bedroom door close. “Marc?” Suddenly I felt something brush against my mouth. My lips opened instinctively, and I realized it was his hand. I smiled, my lips turning up at the corners, feeling naughty. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, greedily like a baby. He slid his fingers in and out of my mouth, the way my mouth, so often, would move over his cock. My hands reached blindly forward to touch him, when, unexpectedly, I felt him roughly grab my wrist before it ever made contact. “Not so fast,” he growled. I cold barely hear him over the pulsating music. With a firm grip on both my wrists he yanked me up to my feet and I responded with a quick gasp. Suddenly I felt Marc’s warm breath on my neck, and I sighed as his lips found my collarbone, sucking and licking it from the edge of my shoulder and tracing it along until his tongue landed in the hollow of my throat, wet and luscious and it almost made me lose my breath. Restraining both my wrists with one hand, his other hand went around the back of my head to seize my hair into one long blonde ponytail and then snap it back, pulling it and pulling it, increasing the tension until my head was back as far as it would go. My heart was pounding, as he sucked along the length of my neck, biting it, and teething the soft tender skin, while I struggled to gasp. The intensity was almost unbearable and it unexpectedly heightened my excitement. I writhed in his grip, and suddenly I could feel something hard moving against my thigh. I realized he was already naked too. When I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he released the tension on my hair. Before I could recover from it though, he had twisted me around so that I was facing the opposite direction. He pressed against me from behind. His skin was hot against my cool back. I could feel his cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass, before lodging in between my thighs, pulsing there with a life of its own. His hands ran slowly up my thighs, making my skin tingle in the wake of his touch. Then they moved forward until they pressed flat against my taut skin of my belly. I drew in my breath. I could feel his nails dragging across my flesh, over and over, in an arresting way that had a rough eroticism to his movements up and down my torso. Finally his hands found my breasts. He cupped them both from behind, and I felt his breath hot and heavy in my ear as he rubbed my nipples before squeezing them, and pulling the nubs until they felt deliciously sore. I could still feel him hard between my thighs, pulsing there eagerly and I felt myself getting wet with anticipation. Suddenly he unexpectedly stepped away from me, abandoning all the sensations I had been enjoying. I didn’t move, feeling the sudden chill of the room, now swimming with the dark beats that filled my ears. My heart pounded in the forced darkness of the moment. But I quickly realized the game was just beginning. He used both hands to grab my wrists and then bend me over at the waist. My heart was racing, not knowing what he would do next. He pushed me forward, roughly, and I felt my face hit the bedspread. I struggled to turn my face to the side, breathing hard. The uncertainty of the moment had my every nerve on fire. I could feel something sliding around the soft skin of my wrists. Deprived of sight, one of the senses I relied on most, my mind worked in overdrive, trying to calculate what was happening. Quickly I realized it was a binding of sorts. I could feel the rope going around my wrists, several times, before being tied securely. I knew, instinctively, that he must have some instruction from Ryder. And suddenly I felt absolutely helpless, knowing full well it had been me to press Marc into getting kinky. And despite all my desires to add spice to our sex life, I was admittedly a little nervous. This all felt very new to me as well. But there was little time to consider thoughts or logic, because all that my mind could concentrate on was differentiating each sensation and trying to make sense of what was happening. Once he had secured my wrists behind my back, I felt the slither of another rope drag over my skin. It grazed the back of my ankles and I felt myself shiver as he brought them together, while I was still on my knees, going around each individual ankle first, and then binding them together loosely. Now completely restrained, and leaving my knees spread slightly apart, he pressed down on the small of my back to keep the front half of my body lowered so that my ass hung high in the air like a ripe peach ready to be tasted. He ran his hands down the length of my back, raking them over my exposed ass cheeks, while I smothered a moan. I felt his fingers slide down the crack of my ass, and into my juicy folds. I was wet, and he obviously delighted in this, exploring me lazily, his fingers teasing my clit. Suddenly I felt a rush of warmth and I realized his mouth had clamped down over my pussy from behind. I gasped inwardly. He had never gone down on me like this before, and it felt like such a different sensation to me. It was more exposed, more vulnerable, and extremely arousing. I could feel my juices dripping into his open mouth, while his tongue slid in and around my vulva, sucking on my clit, while his hands held a firm grip on my ass. Marc thrust his tongue up inside me, causing me to moan, and my breathing to became labored. From my position, I could feel the blood rushing to my head, and my pussy seemed electrified, pulsing around his tongue as he assaulted my juicy slit with enthusiasm. I writhed against my forcibly restrained position, bucking against his mouth, feeling a strong orgasm approaching. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks, holding me firmly against his face and sucking my clit, rolling and flicking it until I let loose a long uncontrollable sob. I came hard, alternately moaning and gasping at the pleasure that was moving through me in waves. I tried to gather my senses, looking to come down from my orgasmic high, but without warning, I felt the sudden, intense thrust of his cock, hammering home inside me, as deep as he could go. I was incredibly sensitive in my post-orgasmic throes, still swollen and juicy, and the unexpected thrill of penetration had my whole body shuddering. I lurched forward on my knees, feeling like I might slide down on the bed, but in anticipation, Marc grabbed the restraint tying my wrists together, and pulled it towards him, pulling the front half of me up off the bed with it. I could imagine him behind me, with one outstretched arm, keeping me suspended while he fucked me from behind. In order to steady my balance, I was forced to arch my back and stick my ass out further while I relied on the hold he had on my wrist restraint to keep me from toppling forward. Our position, combined with the sensory deprivation of my sight seemed to intensify every sensation. He thrust into me, almost rhythmically against the dark deep base notes that were flooding the speakers. I could barely hear his groans, combined with mine as he continued pounding me with a renewed sense of energy. “Oh god, don’t stop fucking me,” I sobbed, feeling my breasts bouncing and my head lolling back and forth like a rag doll. He intensified his thrusts until I was almost screaming louder than the music. I couldn’t breath, couldn’t think, I felt like I was being split open from the inside, delicious and hedonistic, instinctively eager to do anything he wanted to do with me. I turned my head to the side, still bouncing in rhythm to his thrusts, and smiled back at him, in my own blind darkness. “I want you to fuck my ass.” He paused, and pulled me back roughly, still impaled on his cock. I felt my hands against the lean muscle of his lower stomach, and the back of my shoulders pressed against his chest. I felt his breath hot in my ear. “What?” “You heard me,” I said in a husky voice. “I want you to fuck my ass.” “Say it again,” his voice was low and muffled, heavy in breath, as he began to lick and suck my neck. His arms went around me to cup my breasts, and I shivered against him. He rubbed my nipples in small circles, squeezing them. I could still feel his cock lodged inside me, pulsating harder with each moment that passed. We had never had anal sex before, and it had always intimidated me. But suddenly, I felt raw and primal, and eager to give him something I knew he’d always wanted. An anniversary invitation into my pristine virgin ass. “Fuck my ass,” I gasped. “You know you want it. Take it.” I felt his hands near my bound wrists, moving over each cheek as though appraising the gift I’d offered. I shivered and leaned forward on my knees, offering myself to him. I felt Marc spread my ass, and felt his fingers slide up and down the cleft before probing my tight hole with his digit. I gasped, feeling my muscles relax around his finger. I lost sense of where I was, or what was happening. All I could think of was this desire, this pleasure, and all consuming need to have him completely possess me in any way he wanted. I was his slut for the night, willing to anything to satisfy any need he might have. He slowly relaxed his grip on my wrist restraints as I slid forward on the mattress, again feeling my cheek find the cool softness of the bedspread. I steadied myself on my outturned knees, feeling mildly disoriented, focused solely on the slightest touch, and trying to imagine everything unfolding. Suddenly I felt a pleasurable wet warmth slide over my tight little hole, and I drew in my breath for this new sensation I had never felt before. His tongue slid over my ass, in undulating waves, before working itself into me. I groaned loudly, feeling the heat flare though me as he tongued my ass, making me squirm and feeling my juices starting to flow. I felt his fingers slide into my pussy and then up to my asshole, drawing some of the wetness there to completely soak me. And then there was a pause and I knew what was coming. Instead of feeling that sense of anxiety that I always felt whenever Marc had tried to initiate anal before, I felt myself eager for him, pushing out against the slippery head of his cock when it rubbed against my virgin hole. By then I was panting, sweaty, in a state of sexual euphoria, reading to do anything he wanted, and knowing I suddenly wanted it even more than him. “Yesss,” I sighed. “That’s right. I know how much you want to fuck my ass. How long you’ve waited to fuck my ass. I want you to do it. Slide your cock deep inside and give me what I want.” I heard a muffled groan and suddenly he was pushing forward. I drew in my breath as I felt the head of his cock push inside my hole as it instinctively gripped around it. He paused, reaching around to play with my clit, while I steadied myself on my knees, breathing deeply, feeling my muscles relax around his cock. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. The intensity of the pressure, the delicious violation and shock of the moment gave way to a feeling of accommodation and pleasure. I exhaled as he slid the entire shaft of his cock deeply into my ass. He began a slow rhythmic thrusting while I moaned loudly, burying my face into the bedspread and alternately turning it to the side, biting down on my lip at these new intense sensations. The more he moved in and out, the better it started to feel, and suddenly there was just a pleasurable feeling of being the dirty girl that I hadn’t been in years. “Fuck yessss…,” I moaned. “Give it to me harder baby. I want you to keep fucking my ass. Fill me up.” My cries spurred him on to increase his thrusts. I could feel the juices dripping down my thighs as I begged him to fuck me harder still. I was opened wide for him, feeling dark, and primal, and desperate to be filled up by his raging cock. I became multi-orgasmic, riding the crest of one delicious wave after another. Again he grabbed my wrist restraints and hauled me up onto my knees. I arched my back, feeling his hands in my hair, pulling my hair back as he pounded me as hard and fast as he could. I could hear the audible slapping of our sex crashing together that suddenly seemed even louder than the music. I moaned loudly. “Come on! That’s it baby. Right there! Mmmm… Fuck me harder!” I delighted in spurring him on, for whatever he could give, I could take. On an on he drove himself inside me, while I rocked forward on my knees, feeling the heat growing between us, hearing his groans roaring behind me, until finally with a shudder, and one long final thrust, I felt him come in spurts of warmth, filling my ass with his hot, sticky cum. “Oh my god”, I sobbed, almost deliriously when he finally released the tension on my wrist restraints and I slid forward against the covers. I felt his softening cock slide out of my ass and we both collapsed against the bed, still breathing hard. Finally I felt like I was back in touch with my core sexual self. It had been so long since I’d felt that uninhibited and that connected to my darkest primal needs. I still couldn’t see anything, but I turned my head in the direction I knew Marc was in as he lay beside me. “That was incredible”, I moaned. “Happy anniversary, baby.” I felt him lightly kiss my forehead, then my nose, and then my lips. I was still in a heady state, sexually euphoric, as I felt him start kissing along the back of my shoulder blades, feeling his hands on my wrists, slightly loosening the ropes that were binding me. Suddenly, then there was an unexpected pause. I waited, still luxuriating in our post-coital bliss. And then I felt the bed creak as the weight of him lying beside me lifted. I waited. Was there yet another surprise? A few minutes went by and then the music unexpectedly turned off, leaving the house in virtual silence. “Marc?” I called. “Where are you?” I lifted my head off the bed, trying to listen for any telltale signs of his return, but there was nothing. Suddenly I could hear the high-pitched ring of my cell phone in my purse. It went into voicemail. And then it started again. “Marc!” I called again, feeling annoyed that he had left me still bound. I struggled against my wrist restraints and suddenly realized that he had loosened them just enough for me to slide out of them. I freed one hand, and then the other, feeling the blood rushing through my shoulders and arms again and sighing at the sudden relief. I twisted myself around to a sitting position on the bed, and quickly untied the blindfold covering my eyes. Where the hell had he gone? I looked around the room in a daze. The candles were still burning, but Marc was nowhere to be found. I pulled my legs up against me and undid the ropes around my ankles, just in time for my cell phone to go off again. I quickly slid off the bed, scrambling to my feet, and on shaky legs I went to my purse to retrieve my incessantly ringing phone. Impatient to catch this obviously insistent caller before the last ring sent them to voicemail again, I flipped it open. “Hello?” I cried with annoyance. “Babe, its me!” I could hear Marc’s frantic voice. “Marc? Where are you?” “I’m so sorry. I got stuck in this meeting at work. I couldn’t get out of it. I tried to reach you, but I figured you were already on your way. Jenna I’ll make it up to you I swear.” My mind was buzzing with confusion, feeling like I had just walked into the twilight zone. I couldn’t make sense of anything he was saying. Was this part of another game? “What the hell are you talking about Marc?” “I told Ryder I was going to be late. I told him to invite you in and make you a drink until I got home. Didn’t he tell you? Aren’t you at the house right now?” I froze. It was around that time, that I heard the loud audible slam of the front door. “Jenna?” I hung up the phone and rushed to the front bedroom window that overlooked the street below. There, crossing the front lawn, I caught a flash of that familiar dark mop of hair. He was in jeans and a white shirt, and his face looked up almost instinctively and our eyes met. Ryder gave me a rueful grin and winked. My mouth hung open, as though caught in a moment of suspended animation. I was in utter and complete disbelief. And yet, for reasons that were beyond my comprehension at the time, I couldn’t stop the slow smile from spreading across my face. *** The End ***

Voluptas Erotic Story Choice.... Kelly falls for the Dirty Talking Drummer

Scorpio (Current Rating 88/100, based on 237 votes) Kelly had never thought of herself as a slut. After all, she had only been with a few guys her whole life and at the age of twenty-one, that wasn't bad compared to some of her friends. She often read astrology and was fascinated with her birth sign of Scorpio. Female Scorpio's lived dual lives: on one side of the coin - the shrewd businesswoman and on the other a firestorm of lust and desire. She sometimes wondered if she were a freak on a leash. Her boyfriend Michael was a few years older and very loyal. They had been together for almost a year. He really wasn't her type, but he was good to her and she hadn't really been looking for a relationship when they first met. She felt guilty admitting it, but it was just convenient to have him around and under her control. It sure beat being alone. She didn't want the complications of being under the spell of someone she really desired, or any heartache that might come with it. Sex with Michael was ok, but she usually had to fantasize and touch herself to get the satisfaction she truly needed. Her vibrator got her through the rest. She had always been into rock music and would be the first to admit that musicians were her biggest weakness, but Michael was far from being anything like that. When going out to the city's clubs with her friend Joy to see the local original bands, Michael would look disapprovingly at her revealing outfits as if he were her father. She hated that. True, she dressed sleazy when going to see metal bands, but so did the all the other girls. And besides, she was proud of her looks. At 5' 7" and 120 pounds, she had the body of a porn star. Her breasts were 32 DD's, and her long legs looked great in a mini-skirt and high heels. Her honey brown hair was very long with red highlights, and her lips were full and very enticing. Despite numerous invitations, Michael had always declined to join them. Kelly was secretly glad about that. They spent enough time together already, and she enjoyed her time out with her best friend, even if Joy was sometimes too quick to fuck the first guy she met on any given night. Despite her high sex drive, Kelly had always been able to control herself. She wasn't going to just let anyone have her as she had too much self-respect. Even though she lusted after musicians, there was no way she was going to be a notch in someone's belt. Kelly and Joy decided to hit one of the original music rock clubs on a Saturday night when there was nothing else to do. Michael had fallen asleep and Kelly was bored. They met up and got dressed for the night out. Kelly slithered into a tight black leather policewoman's outfit that she had bought at an adult costume shop, complete with a set of handcuffs. The skirt just covered her ass, and the plunging neckline would surely attract attention. Her breasts were pushed up and squeezed together like two melons in the tight black leather. Her high-heeled thigh-high boots completed her attire as she admired herself in the mirror. Kelly had always had an attraction to leather and latex. The feel of it on her body made her feel sexy, and the stares she usually got from men when wearing it at clubs turned her on. The truth was she sometimes had kinky urges and desires that she couldn't explain. It was only a matter of time before she would have to act on them. When hanging out with Michael and his friends, she would amuse herself by pretending to drop something so she would have an excuse to lean or bend over in front of them, enjoying the attention as they would try not to stare at her breasts and ass. She felt a sense of power, knowing that she could have any one of his friends for her own satisfaction. It made her hot. Sometimes when she was out with them at a bar, she would fantasize about pulling one of them aside someplace, somewhere semi-private where they could be caught, and tease one of them with a fabulous hand job as she would allow them to play with her tits and make out with her, their cocks exploding in her hands as she stroked them into oblivion. Michael had seemed to lose interest in pleasing her after they had been together for a few months, although he wasn't that good to begin with. Even her attempts at spicing up their sex life by flashing him in public and surprising him with latex lingerie had gone nowhere. They arrived at the club and after getting drinks they sat down to enjoy the music. The opening band had just started playing and she thought they sounded good. After the second song, they decided to get a closer look by standing near the side of the stage. Kelly and Joy found themselves in direct view of the drummer in the band. "Come on, let's tease him a little" said Joy over the music. Kelly laughed; Joy seemed to have already picked who she was going home with that night. Kelly had to admit he looked sexy. He was shirtless and sweaty and much focused on his performance, lost in the music. Seeing bands perform turned her on; she sometimes wondered if the faces they made when jamming were similar to their expressions when making love. Together, they seductively danced to the beats like two hot strippers so the drummer could see them. He noticed them and winked at them both, never losing focus despite the distractions they were giving him. Every few beats he would look at them and watch as they danced for him. Kelly couldn't tell which of them he was paying more attention to. It didn't matter anyway; Joy was far more outspoken and would probably snatch him up the first chance she got. Besides, she already had a boyfriend. The set ended. Joy turned to Kelly excitedly. "They were awesome! We should try and meet them." Together they went back to the bar and got more drinks. They mingled with several people they knew, but Kelly found she couldn't stop thinking about the handsome drummer she had danced for. Did he even notice her? If she thought he was attractive, then he probably already has his hands full with another lucky girl. Joy was deep in conversation with several people, so Kelly decided to walk around for a while. She went to the stage area and as she turned the corner, she found herself face to face with the drummer she had been admiring. Seen up close, she thought he was strikingly handsome. Without realizing it, Kelly began to blush as their eyes met. She felt something stir deep within her, a feeling she had never felt before as his green eyes seemed to penetrate her. Oh my God, what is wrong with me, she thought to herself. Before she could ponder it further, he reached out and took her hand and kissed it gently. Well, he obviously isn't here with anyone, she thought. "You looked absolutely amazing out there" he said as he held her hand a moment longer. She looked into his green eyes and suddenly felt the urge to kiss him back. "Well thank you" she replied with a girlish giggle. "It was all for you. My dance partner is over at the bar but we can get her and do it for you all over again" she offered with her best flirty voice. "That's ok, we don't need her anyway" he said with a smile. "I'm Eric". "I'm Kelly, nice to meet you" said Kelly as she felt a wicked excitement build within her, knowing that he had been paying attention to her and not Joy. She really hadn't expected anything like this to happen. She and Joy were probably equals in looks, but Joy had always been the more outgoing of the two and therefore was usually able to get what she wanted a lot faster. "Your band was awesome" she continued. She really meant it. In all the time they had been going to this club, they had never heard his band before. "You are really good. I think you guys might be the best act we've heard here." "Hey thanks" he said with a smile. "Did you both come here alone?" he asked. "Yes, it's just the two of us" she replied without hesitation. Was he really interested in her? "Dressed like that, I'd be crazy not to buy you a drink. I dig the handcuffs," he said as if he knew what she was thinking. Damn, he's good - she thought to herself. He even kept eye contact which she wasn't used to; most guys couldn't stop staring at her tits when she got dressed up in her sexy clothes. She hoped to herself that he was checking her out. They went to the bar and made small talk while downing a few drinks. Kelly found herself wanting to get closer to him. Eric's hair was still slightly wet from the performance. She wondered if she could make him sweat some more. As they hung out together, she imagined what his face would look like if she handcuffed him to her bed and rode him, his cock filling her. She hoped he had a big dick. As the night wore on, she found herself getting closer and closer to him, until eventually their faces were only inches apart. Eric reached behind her and lightly stroked her ass through her tight leather skirt as his lips touched hers. She sighed involuntarily; how could anything so simple feel so erotic? His tongue slightly penetrated her lips and she returned the kiss with a passion that surprised her as she welcomed him into her mouth, her tongue locking with his. She wrapped her arms around his neck and ran her hands through his hair and across his cheeks, savoring the feel  of his body against hers. She couldn't remember a time when a first kiss excited her like this. He kept stroking her ass as his other arm went around her waist, pulling her closer. As he pressed up against her, she felt the hardness of his cock through his jeans. The thought of him getting turned on excited her, and in her semi-drunken state she realized it was no longer a question of whether she would fuck him, but when. "So what are you doing after you leave here tonight?" he whispered in her ear, the feel of his breath making her shiver. "I was hoping for a private dance. Maybe you could show me how you use those handcuffs," he said in a low husky voice as he lightly kissed and licked her neck. Kelly couldn't help herself as her body went rigid at the sound of his voice in her ear and his mouth on her neck. There was no turning back for her now. "I'm going home with you," she breathed as she pulled his face to hers, plunging her tongue in his mouth as she passionately kissed him. For a brief second, she thought of Michael, but the fire burning within her now was too much and she easily pushed the thought of him aside. She kissed Eric with a new found freedom, in front of a bar filled with mostly strangers, as she shed her inhibitions and surrendered to the slut within. Eric was a good kisser; she could already feel herself getting wet from his foreplay skills, he was that good. She hoped he possessed skills in other areas as well and the stamina to keep up with her. "We both knew this was going to happen" Eric whispered in her ear as he ran his hand through her long hair, heightening her arousal. "I wanted you the minute I saw you. You were all I could think about when I was playing up there,and I couldn't stop looking at you,the way you danced,your body," he trailed off as he gently sucked her neck, his hands caressing her leather covered ass. Kelly shivered as his hands worked her ass. Again, she wondered how such a simple act could give her so much ecstasy. How many other girls does he have this kind of affect on? "Oh yeah that's it, don't stop. How are you doing this to me," she breathed. "Take me home with you,now" she whispered to him. "I want you inside me." Kelly rode in the passenger side of Eric's car for the ride to his apartment. She was lightheaded from their public make-out session and the booze, but she had her senses back. She couldn't believe she was actually going home with a complete stranger for the sole purpose of getting her brains fucked out. She looked at his profile as he drove and felt a shiver; she needed to touch him somehow. Leaning over to him, she kissed his cheek and lightly sucked his earlobe as her hand went to the bulge in his pants. She gently rubbed his cock as he tried to stay focused on the road. "My mouth wants your cock," she whispered in his ear between sucking his earlobe as Eric accelerated the car faster. From the moment they walked in the door of his apartment, Kelly couldn't take her hands off of him. She absolutely loved the way he kissed her. His kisses were deep and wet, and his tongue in her mouth was forceful and gentle at the same time. She wanted to savor every bit of him; no man had ever given her these sensations before. As they were making out on his couch, he lowered the zipper on her costume and slipped his hand past her tight leather and around her soft breast, caressing it as he kissed her more forcefully. The feeling of his warm hand on her bare breast was pure bliss. Kelly moaned as his hand went to her thigh, slowly creeping upward until his fingers reached the tight satin thong that covered her shaved pussy like a second skin. His fingers instantly found her clit as he rubbed and cupped her pussy through the tight satin. Without realizing it, she arched her back to allow him more access as he rubbed her clit. Her breathing became heavier as her wet panties and his hand stroked her pussy into frenzy. "Oooh, what's this?" he whispered teasingly. "Do you like what I'm doing to you? Rubbing your wet pussy,stroking your clit,making you wetter and wetter,making you want my cock inside you,filling you," a loud moan escaped her as he slipped his hand past the silky barrier of her panties and ran his hand the length of her womanhood, his index finger slipping past her lips and sinking into her moistness, gradually going deeper and deeper until he was stroking her clit once again. "Oh Eric" she moaned. "You're making me come," Kelly felt the warm, sweet release as she came, her body moving in rhythm against Eric's hand as he stroked her, his hand gripping the back of her head, forcing her to look at him as she looked into his green eyes. Her orgasm peaked as he slipped his middle finger inside her and pulled her closer, his mouth on her neck as she moaned uncontrollably. "Thank you," she breathed as her orgasm subsided. No one had ever made her come that quickly before. How he knows my body so well. All he has to do is touch me, she thought to herself in her orgasmic haze. "Did you like that?" he said in a low, sexy voice as he reached inside her costume, slipping his hand past the soft, tight leather and touching her smooth breast again. "You're amazing," she breathed as she looked at him, feeling slightly embarrassed at how easily he got her off. "Tell me the truth; you must a have a girlfriend, right?" Kelly hoped not, but even if he did, she planned on fucking him anyway. "No girlfriend" he replied with a smile. "At least nothing serious." Kelly thought it best to stop fishing. Despite how comfortable she was with him, she didn't want to scare him off or anything. Scorpio's like herself, although free-spirited, are very possessive with their lovers. She decided to turn the tables. "I actually have a boyfriend" she said to him mischievously. "You don't mind, do you?" "That's ok; I won't tell him about us" he replied as he lowered her zipper further, releasing her big tits from their tight leather confinement. Kelly sighed with delight as his hands stroked her naked breasts, and she felt the same pleasure as when his hands stroked her ass earlier in the evening. "It's my turn" she said as she reached for his hard cock through his jeans. "I want to suck you hard," she breathed as she stroked his bulge. Eric stood up and un-did his pants, releasing his hard cock. "Sit down" said Kelly. "I want you to watch me while I suck you,in this tight leather,look at my big tits" she said as she cupped her breasts together. Kelly got to her knees and Eric sat down as Kelly removed his pants. She stroked his hard cock and massaged his balls with slow, sensuous strokes, driving him crazy with anticipation. "Do it" he said breathlessly. Unable to take it any longer, Kelly stared in his eyes as she slipped his hot tool between her full lips, moaning with satisfaction as she sucked him deep, giving herself to him without reservation. Kelly was an expert at sucking cock, she always had been. Her love for sucking and the intense pleasure she felt when she had one in her mouth came through in her technique and enthusiasm. The room was filled with the sudsy sounds of his dick churning in her wet mouth as her cheeks hollowed and her tongue circled his head and tasted along the underside and down across his balls while she alternately stroked him. She moaned contentedly as she worked him, stroking his cock and balls as she devoured him.  "Do you like that" she said in a low husky voice. "Tell me how good it feels" she said as she slid his cock back in her mouth. A moan escaped him as she felt her excitement building. "Of fuck,you're amazing at this" breathed Eric. "Does your boyfriend know how to feed you?" Kelly pulled his cock out of her mouth to catch her breath. "He doesn't,appreciate it,like you do," she said between licks as she stroked his cock back and forth in her fist. Kelly felt herself really getting into what she was doing to him. His eyes were fixated on her succulent body, in her tight black leather, as she sucked him deep, the pleasure she was giving him making her hot. Knowing that he was watching her, she cupped her naked breasts together as she swallowed him, his cock sliding down her gullet as another moan escaped him. "Do you want to fuck my tits, drummer-boy?" Kelly said hotly as she paused from sucking him. "Do you want to watch me smother your wet dick with my big tits?" His moan was all the response she needed as she wrapped her smooth tits around his wet cock and squeezed them together, his cock sliding effortlessly between them. Kelly smiled as she pressed her hot flesh against him, her tits swallowing and caressing him like a wet, silk vise. She stared into his eyes, savoring his reaction as she fucked him with her tits; his pre-come lubricating her tits and his cock, the sensation making her quiver. "Yeah, fuck my tits baby" she moaned. "I want you to talk dirty to me while you fuck my wet pussy,fuck me like a dirty whore in this tight black leather,I'll leave the dress and boots on for you,I want to make you come all over me. Do you like looking at my big tits and my body,squeezed into this tight leather?" she moaned with a devilish smile. Her words excited him as his hips moved against her. Kelly felt an unholy hunger rising within herself. She was a bitch in heat. She needed it. She needed him. Afraid that she would make him come, she got up and took his hand, leading him to his bedroom. "We need a bed" she said as Eric followed her to his room. Kelly got on the bed and laid on her back, waiting for him. Eric climbed on top of her and aimed the head of his cock at her wet pussy and froze there, neither of them breathing as she felt the hard pressure of his swollen cock against her warm wetness. "Oh, fuck me baby" Kelly said to him as she touched her clit. Eric leaned down and kissed her wet mouth as she opened wide to let him do what he wanted, licking his tongue with hers' as he thrust his hips forward, plunging his cock in her wet pussy like a hot knife through butter and forcing a hungry groan from her throat. She savored the feel of him as his big dick filled her. Moving her hips and ass in a sensuous, circular motion; she took every inch of him, urging him on as her pussy swallowed him. Kelly had waited all night for this, and he felt every bit as good as she knew he would. "Oh yeah, fuck me," she said hotly as she raised her thighs to allow him more access to her. Her hands went to her tits as she cupped them together. "Play with your clit while I fuck you" he breathed in her ear. "I want you to remember me fucking you on this bed, while your boyfriend is at home waiting for you." Kelly gasped and moaned - her body shivering at his words. She loved being talked dirty to - it had always made her hot. She did as he commanded, her hand reaching down over her tight leather skirt and over her shaved mound and down between her legs to her clit, until her hand was jiggling desperately against her pussy as he fed his meat to her, churning her pussy juice into a white froth. "Fuck you are tight" Eric breathed as he fucked her with full, deep thrusts. "Doesn't this guy ever fuck you?" "No," Kelly gasped. "Not nearly enough, and not like this". She felt like she could come again any minute. His cock filled her in just right places, and he knew how to use it. The thought of what she was doing to this man she had just met , letting him fuck her while she wore her black leather for him, behind her boyfriend's back, and the thrill of being fucked by a stranger felt dark and erotic. Eric's response to her wet pussy wrapped around his big dick was making her hotter than hell. Kelly knew she was putting on quite a show for him; his eyes were fixated on her in her tight black leather, her 32 DDs bouncing and jiggling in rhythm with his deep thrusts. The thought excited her tremendously. She cupped her naked breasts together as she fucked him back, his cock filling her pussy as another moan escaped him at the sight and feel of her. She felt like a dirty slut, and she liked it. "Fuck me do it" Eric commanded her with a low whisper. "I want your boyfriend to taste my come the next time he kisses you,so he'll know what a slut you are. How do you think he'll like that?" Kelly inhaled deeply, his words enflaming her. "Oh yeah, fuck my wet pussy. Come in my mouth,choke me," she moaned hotly. "This is my pussy now, isn't it?" he whispered. "Oh yes!" Kelly moaned in response. "I love the way you fuck me,your big cock filling my pussy,pounding me into this fucking bed,it's your pussy baby," She inhaled sharply when he wrapped his free hand around her silky neck and squeezed, her eyes widening as she shivered with excitement at the thought of being choked. The feel of his hand around her neck was dirty and erotic. She closed her eyes and played with her clit as he used her like a slut. "You're a whore,look at you." Eric said in a low, commanding voice as he slipped his cock to the hilt inside her inner warmth and grinded her, his free hand gripping her smooth neck. "You're getting fucked and choked like a sleazy bitch in heat,in your tight black leather,with a guy you just met,letting another guy fuck and choke you like a whore,while your boyfriend is home waiting for you. You love it too, don't you , don't you? Kelly felt a hot flame of lust ignite within her at his words as he fucked her. An insatiable desire consumed her as their eyes met and she looked into his face. She was a hot bitch in heat and didn't care if his neighbors heard her screams of lust. "Yes! Yes! I love it! I love the way you fuck me! I'm your whore , don't stop!" Kelly felt his hand around her neck as he held her there, fucking her wet pussy, dominating her body as she stared into his eyes, her body quivering with lust as he fucked and choked her. She arched her hips to him and gasped, her thighs trembling against him as she pulled her hands away from her pussy and tits and grabbed his arms, digging her nails into him. "Oh baby!" she whispered in a trembling voice. "You're making me come again," "I want to come in your mouth" Eric whispered to her as she moaned involuntarily at his words. "I want you to get off when I explode in your mouth. Give it to me," Eric pulled his cock from her wet snatch and scrambled to his feet. She grabbed his cock and fed it to her herself as she sucked him again, her free hand snaking down between her legs to furiously stimulate her clit again. She relaxed her throat so he could slide his cock down her throat, his hips nearly at her lips. Kelly squealed in delight, her body beginning to spasm helplessly as her orgasm started. Eric tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her close, his head slipping down her throat and dwelling in the deep heat of her body, before slowly pulling it out. Kelly choked and groaned as she desperately swallowed to clear her throat, a wild, desperate look of orgasm on her face. He fed his cock back into her warm mouth as she felt her body tremble in the throes of a full blown orgasm.  Kelly shuddered as she felt Eric's ass clench tight, his molten stream burning from his hips and into her throat. With a hungry moan, she slid a finger in his ass while massaging his balls with her slippery, wet hand as she swallowed him deep, milking his erupting cock with her throat as she fingered his ass and forced his load from him. She worked his balls and his ass as she moaned with delight at what she was doing to him. Kelly coughed and gagged, and the rest of his load forced itself out around her cock filled mouth and dribbled from the corner of her lips. "Of fuck" moaned Eric as he pulled his cock from her mouth and shot the rest of his load on her wet tits as Kelly furiously stroked his cock, milking him as she felt herself twitch in orgasm. The sexual thrill was heightened at the thought of what she was doing: sucking off a man that wasn't her boyfriend and letting him come in her mouth and all over her tits. The dirtiness of it gave her a chill of excitement. The last stream of his come trailed like a string of pearls on her tits and leather as she finished him off, her slippery wet hands caressing him as she gave the head of his cock a final suck. "Fuck , that was amazing" Kelly breathed. She couldn't believe the things she had said to him as he made her come or his words as he fucked her. Even now, in her waning orgasm, she felt an erotic excitement at his ability to get her off. Something she didn't understand had been awakened in her tonight; something kinky and dark. And she liked it. Author: Daretodrum27