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"No, no, Baby Girl, open your eyes. You don't want to miss seeing how my friends can't stop stroking their cocks. They love watching you on my lap, legs spread, cunnie dripping from the way I caress your clit. The way you hump my hand, seeking my fingers to fill your sweet pussy is driving them wild. Seeing how turned on you are, your head lolled back on my shoulder, mouth agape, drool slipping from the corner of your luscious lips makes them so eager to fill your mouth as well as your tight, warm cunt. Yes, enjoying watching them before I unleash them on you. "
"Enjoy!"
It's been three days... I'd promised, no threatened to return. Fear was transformed into desire that night as never before had a tongue provide such pleasure between your thighs. Never before had you been filled to such ecstasy. Even now, your pussy clenching around emptiness brings tears of sorrow and longing to your eyes. You fall asleep, touching, and it extends into your dreams - until you are awakened with a sharp pain on your nipple. Your mind fog clears as another clamp is applied to your other nipple. You try to rise, but instead of ropes this time, two sets of strong hands hold you fast to the bed.
"Sorry for the delay, but it took a while to arrange a surprise for you. My friends were all too eager to enjoy your wet pussy after I told them how wet you get and how delicious you taste. "
You glance over at the two masked men holding you down, their masks their only clothing, their erect cocks staring you in the face. Even as my fingers slide into you to warm you up, you relax into the dream that has come true....
#macmystery's writing #r@pe fantasy #cnc hard #free use #cum slut #cock sleeve
my favourite mutual !! 🥺💕 i actually cannot get over the skill (and how wet this made me).
(This is the sequel to "Kitten")
Kitten Squared
The weekend seemed forever in coming. I had not been able to get her tight little body out of my mind since Wednesday when I stumbled upon her masturbating in her room. It was even more of a shock when she invited me in and shared that spectacular body with me. I was eager to accept her demand for more now when both parents were away at my boss's conference.
This time no surprises. I am so ready for more, my mouth is dry in anticipation. I park around the corner. The neighbors are used to my coming to the house but would think it strange if they knew her parents were out of town. As last time, the side door is unlocked. I text her, "I'm here."
A few moments later as I entered the kitchen, the reply came, "We're upstairs."
"We're?"
I ascended the stairs, very curious. Did she have some boyfriend already here, intruding on my time? There was music, but not as loud as last time. No need to cover her "activity" with sound since the parents were gone. I felt the heat of disappointment and jealousy rising in me as I ascended the stairs. How could she have another guy here when she knew I was coming.
The anger of that moment dissipated instantly when I reached the top. The door was wide open this time, and no guy kept her company. Her "companion" was slightly taller than her, but Kitten was the aggressor. They both wore only bras and panties, cute ones whose image of innocence was shattered by their activity. I saw flashes of tongues in their passionate kisses. They were both on their knees, but Kitten had her backed up in a tilt with her hand deep inside the other girl's panties. Kitten's fervor in stroking was matched by the girl thrusting against the hand and fingers. A quick glance in my direction let her know I was there, but she was in no hurry to interrupt the intensity of that engagement.
I felt like a creepy voyeur, my cock growing harder by the second as I cucked the scene before me. Kitten broke off the kiss, leaving her friend panting and desperately pulling at her arm to return her hand to her crotch.
"Patience, Luv. We have a guest to take care of," she said looking at me instead of her. "This is my friend, Jen. She was free this weekend also and agreed to join us."
I mumbled something in agreement although I don't even remember what as they rose from the bed in unison and approached me. Kitten kissed me, not as passionately as what I saw, but teasingly as they both went to work removing my clothes. When my belt was undone, they both hit their knees and glanced at each other with a devilish smile. Pulling out my cock, they began to lavish kisses and licks upon it, taking turns taking it into their mouths while the other licked at my balls. They never stopped as they pushed my pants to the floor and I stepped out of them. Now, more naked than they are, they rose, each taking an arm and guided to the bed.
Aren't I supposed to be taking the lead here? I was so inebriated by their affections so far, that I completely complied with their lead. They pushed me back onto the bed. Kitten, smiling, straddled my shoulders, rubbed her clit through her panties, which were soaked by the way. She watched my eyes glaze over from lust as she pulled the thin material to the side and slowly, painfully slowly, lowered herself onto my mouth.
The rush I felt as my head spun when her delicate lips parted and my tongue was greeted with the most delicious juices I had ever tasted. That Jen had resumed sucking my cock was not lost on me, but it was hard to focus on each at once. When Jen relinquished my cock, sat on her knees, and lowered herself onto it, Kitten spun to face her, barely losing contact with my mouth in the process. They resumed their impassioned kissing while their hips swirled and ground in duality on my cock and mouth. I reached up and squeezed Kitten's cheeks of her ass as my tongue explored every fold of her magnificent pussy. In another coordinated movement, they lifted off me. Jen lay back on the bed and Kitten buried her face between her thighs.
Invitingly, Kitten was face down in her pussy, but on her knees with her ass in the air. I took the opportunity to crawl between her legs, grip her ass, and spread it. Her pussy was so wet, that when I pushed against it with my cock, it drew me in as though with a life and lust of its own. Each thrust of mine pushed her mouth firmer against Jen's cunt. Both would let out a grunt of pleasure with each one.
Like a well-rehearsed ballet, they shifted again, leaving me out as they lay their heads on opposite ends of the bed and their legs intertwined. Their movements were fluid and sensual as they pressed their centers against each other. Kitten froze her movement and spoke again for the first time in a while.
"Normally we like to grind with a vibe between us. But since you're here, I have a better idea."
She pushed me onto my back again as I was curious about this turn of events. They resumed the scissoring position but with their legs on top of mine. Kitten reached and pushed my cock upright between them. They then pressed their pussies against it and started grinding again. The sensation was unbelievable! Their juices quickly drenched my cock and they did not stop until my cum erupted like a fountain between them. Kitten burst into a laughter of pleasure and amusement as I collapsed back onto the bed.
After all, two kittens are better than one!.
Lunch Break
If I had an old fashion phone, I would slam the receiver down on the cradle! Most days work goes smoothly, with few hiccups, but today, it seemed that every client woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My eyes shift constantly to the corner of my laptop screen, urging the clock to advance to lunchtime, but it persistently and stubbornly ticks off the minutes as though it were trapped at the event horizon of a black hole, forgetting what time is all about. Finally, I am near enough to the time that Ican divert further calls to another manager, and quickly do so, and log off.
I throw my chair into lounge mode and lean back, rubbing my brows, hoping to relieve some ofthe pent-up tension the morning has birthed. Even working from home has not been a relief today. So distracted am I that I don't hear you enter the room. You sense my tension immediately. Without a word, you circle my desk and position yourself behind my chair. My first awareness that you are here is the firm pressure of your fingers on my shoulder. I am not even startled, just enjoying the massage that scatters my knotted muscles like a fox in the hen house. My breathing calms, my pulse slows, and I don't even have to open my eyes as your gentle presence restores my energy and sedates my frazzled nerves. That is, until I hear you leave that post and take up another...straddling my thigh.
My eyes spring open and I'm greeted by your knowing smile, “Rough morning, huh?”
“Yeah, sorry I let it seep into our time here at home. I try to insulate you from the issues of work.”
“Ha,” you respond, “who you are at work is as much a part of you as who you are with me at home.” You lean down, your hand lightly caressing my cheek as you plant a tender kiss on my cheek and then my lips. “Haven't you learned yet? I love all of you, just as you are.”
A smile cracks my weary visage, and my mask of frustrations melts into a peaceful sense of tranquility. “You always work your magic on me. You can transform the worst of days into something good.”
“Oh, Lover,” you say with a wry smile, “I have just begun to work my magic.”
With that, you join your lips to mine. What before was a tender peck of reassurance morphs into a heated flame of desire. Lips press hard against mine, nibbling at my lower lip, forcing my lips apart as your hand slides over my chest in a firm, but seeking touch. Your fingertips outline the muscles beneath my shirt before flattening your palm on my ribcage. It's suddenly hard to focus on what your hand is doing next because of the intensity of your kiss. That focus shifts quickly as I feel your working on my zipper. Your hand slips inside my boxers and I am free from the bondage of my closure easier than I can free myself.
Your fingers close on my already hard cock. I don't know if it had grown from your touch or the kissing, but your fingers form the perfect pressured enclosure, following the contours of my length as you slowly but firmly begin stroking me. My mind goes temporarily blank as I am amazed how you can duplicate the feel of being inside you from just the grip of your hand. I recover my sensibility as my palm engulfs your breast, only a sheer top separating me from it. Your nipple grows hard under my touch as I circle your soft, but firm breast. I realize that I am panting as I unbutton your top and slip it off your shoulders. I have to try to ignore the growing pleasure inside your grip, knowing that I will surely cum way before I want if I paid too much attention, but you are hard to ignore.
To my relief, you release my cock just as it began to throb and assisted me in fumbling with your snap on our shorts. Together, we lower your zipper and you stand, backing off my thigh just long enough to push them and your panties down over your hips. They drop unceremoniously to the level of your ankle and kick them aside, not bothering to bend and remove them. You wait only long enough for me to pull my shirt over my head before resuming your place on my thigh.
The instant your soft center hit my thigh, the warmth and wetness brought a deep sigh from both of us. I grip your thigh so firmly, that I leave an impression of my fingers as I guide to closer to me. The motion of you sliding along my thigh causes your pussy lips to part. You press down harder, loving the feel of your clit on my bare thigh. You kiss me again briefly before leaning back. You place one hand on my thigh behind you and the other on my other thigh. I now have a perfect view of your boobs and how they sway as you begin to grind on my thigh. Grabbing the cheeks of your ass, I pull you close and lock my lips on one of your nipples. My tongue circles it, flicks it back and forth before sucking it fully into my mouth. My tongue continues to work it from underneath as I suck hard, sending shivers through you to your clit. You glide gracefully over the length of my thigh, prompted my grip on your cheeks. You lean into my mouth and I can hear you panting as you rapidly approach orgasm.
Suddenly my leg is caught in a vise-like grip as tremors lock your thighs around mine. I can feel the convulsions of your cumming, forcing your juices onto my skin. You gasp and whimper something unintelligible into my ear. When I regain my focus, I can only make out one word, “More...”
I lift you onto wobbly legs and stand momentarily and push my pants and boxer to my knees. You are too impatient to wait for them to hit the floor. You spin and reach between your legs, grab my cock and situate it at your entrance and slide down on it. Your pussy is warm and wet, slick from your cum, and eager to be filled. The tip enters you and sensing the trajectory that you want, you slam down onto my lap, driving me deep inside.
“Fuck!” escapes through gritted teeth as your soft ass settles onto my lap. You take every inch of me inside in a single motion. Before beginning a pumping motion, propelled by your feet braced on the floor, you lean back, grab on my hands and guide it under your crop top. Your fingers interlace with mine and together we massage your swelling nipples, clasping hard your boob to your chest. With your hand on mine, we make small, tight circles, compressing your boob as though to squeeze every bit of pleasure from it. With that established, you push off on your feet and lift your hips from my lap, simultaneously clenching your pussy, making it grip my dick as your rise off me. When you feel the tip of my dick at your entrance again, you forcefully slam back onto my lap. The pleasure of your cheeks bouncing on my lap and the depth of my inside you makes me quiver with ecstasy.
My free hand that is not on your boob slips between your thighs, cups your pussy with my palm. Your free hand joins mine our fingertips starts a dance of rubbing and flicking your tender clit. You lean your head to the side and I take the hint and begin licking and sucking it. When my teeth rake across the base of your neck, it is too much for you and you clench around my cock. That is too much for my and I feel my dick spurt deep inside your as you cum again, your mouth agape, then scrunching into a mask of intimate pleasure.
Your trembling stops and I sense you relaxing, content. But I'm not. “Whoa, there! You can't cum twice and leave me like this.” You don't resist as I push you forward off my lap. Assisting you to the floor, I push your face down so that your ass is propped into the air on your knees. “My turn,”I nearly growl as I drop to my knees behind you. Spreading your cheeks with a strong grip, I pause a moment to admire the beauty of your body, lift my revived dick to your entrance, and thrust hard into you. Maintaining my grasp of your cheeks, I pull you repeatedly on my dick, loving how you make it glisten with your juices, a creamy pool of your honey gathering at the base.
I have no idea how long I lasted like this. My mind was awash with sensations and memories and expectations that left me in a fog. I could only think how good it was to be fucking you this way, how melodic your moans and gasps, and how I wished time would stand still to enjoy this moment longer. But as tired as you are, you are still able to collapse your pussy around my dick rhythmically, threatening to milk it of all its cum.
It is not long until the threat is fulfilled and we fall forward in a tangle of arms and legs and pants and gasps, trying to recover...eager to recover...for more.
The New Guy
“Well, and who is this,” I said, spying the handsome guy sitting alone along the wall at the coffee shop. He lowered his steaming cup long enough to look up from his Kindle and glance around the room. Our eyes met briefly. Briefly, because the instant it happened, his eyes jerked back to his eReader as though he would forever lose his place in whatever book he was reading. I was taken aback. Rejection is one thing, but revulsion? At seeing me? Intolerable! Not that I'm the most beautiful girl on campus, nor the sexiest, but damn, that reaction was totally unknown by me.
Even though his head had corrected position with incalculable speed, not one hair had moved out of place that framed that perfectly sculptured face, each feature looking like it was chiseled by a Medival grand master himself. He quickly took another sip of his cup as though to mask a bit of embarrasment at his reaction. My friend interrupted my thoughts.
“Oh, him. He's the transfer from the college across town. You might as well give up on him. In spite of his ruggedly handsome looks, and body to match, I've never seen so shy a guy in my life! I wonder who hurt him so that he's like that. Everyone in our friend group has taken their shot at him, and nothing. Zippo, nada, zero, nothing.” She was visibly disappointed as she delivered her brief bio and history. The way she would wring her hands and then cup her chin with them left nothing to the imagination of what she thought of him. Her eyes almost watered as her gaze seemed to freeze on him the whole time she was talking.
She was so lost in her thoughts by the time she finished that she didn't even hear what I said as I started to rise from my seat. “Wait, what...what did you say?” her eyes wide from being pulled from her sky-high daydream.
“I said, 'Challenge accepted!'” as I lifted my half emptied cup and headed boldly toward his table. I could hear her whispered protests as I left. Normally she would be encouraging me, but in this instance, I think she wanted me to fail, not out of jealousy, but knowing if I succeeded, there would be no chance for her.
His eyes never left his Kindle as I not only pulled up a chair, but drew it close to his. I took a seat without asking permission. He stiffened in in his seat but the die was cast – he couldn't be rude as deny me the place, though the cafe was only half full. Obviously, my choice of seats was intentional, but as I hoped, his shyness prevented him from refusing me access to his table.
“Hi, my name is Rachel. You must be new, I've never seen you around campus before and it's far from what anyone would call “extensive.”
There was a barely perceptible tremor in his voice as he responded flatly, “Yes, I just transferred in from across town. My name is Jake.”
“Nice to meet you, Jake. Are you reading for pleasure or assignment?"
“Assignment, for sure. The semester is one third over and I have never read this book before.” He spoke quickly, hoping that his answers would satisfy me and that I'd finish my coffee and leave him alone. I glance over at my friend. There was an uncomfortable mixture of envy and spite that I had been so bold. Yet, it only enboldened me to break through this frozen exterier and make use of this handsome guy. “And I haven't had time for socializing while trying to catch up.”
“Well, you know what they say, 'All work and no play...' “ I said wryly as I reached across his lap for sweetner on his side of the table. My full breast pressed into his thigh as I leaned heavily on him. He stiffened again, any sign of comfort obliterated in a single action. I smiled on my inside, enjoying the torture. It was obvious that my thin Spring top shielded no bra as I was pressed against him. His nerves were on full display as he nearly choked on the coffee that filled his mouth.
“Oh, I'm sorry. I know I could have asked you to reach it for me, but I didn't want to break your concentration. I know what it is like to be behind. But I'll tell you a secret,” I said, leaning into his side, pressing my boobs against his arm, I whispered into his ear, “I have access to the summary and sample reports on what you're reading that would free up some time for you.” I could have left it at that. His discomfort was palpible, but I pressed my luck. I placed my hand lightly on his thigh under the table, stroking it methodically, but gently. Were those beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead in this highly air-conditioned room?
“I – I...,” he stuttered. “I need to do it this way. It's the only way I can retain the information.”
“Oh, but if you took the short cut, you'd have so much more time for me to show you the more fun aspects of our campus life.” I gave his thigh a small squeeze and he stiffened again. Letting my hand slide to his upper thigh and then across his crotch, I discovered that it wasn't only his upper body that had stiffened at my touch. I pressed on. “Our administration goes all out to make cmapus activities that will satisfy us so that we won't go into town seeking entertainment. It didn't start out that way, but the surrounding neighborhoods are less than desirable. But we manage to make the best of what is at hand,” my hand sliding along the bulge in his pants. I was quite pleased to discover that the required strokes to reach his length matched the perfection of his face and form. His cock jumped and pulsed under my touch. It obviousl brought an embarrassed flush to his cheeks, but he did not push me away.
“In fact," I continued, "you wouldn't have to go very far at all to find everything you could possibly want.” I let a slight smile grace my face to match the glint in my eye. His eyes shifted nervously to mine, acknowledging that he knew exactly what I meant. My fingers closed around the bulge now and I actively gripped him through his shorts, varying the pressure and speed with which I played with his cock. I smiled again as I could sense him tensing the cheeks of his ass to give tiny but effective thrust against my hand. Encouraged, I attacked him with more determined energy while not missing a beat on my verbal tour of campus life possibilities.
His breathing became noticibly raspy and his nods of acknowledment of what I was telling him became more than responding to our conversation. I could feel him start to throb and pulse, looked over at my friend who by now was well aware what I was doing. Suddenly he, gripped his coffee cup so tightly that the lip popped off and a bit of the coffee spilled onto his pants. Less from the hot coffee and more from the shock of what had just happened, he managed to grab a few napkins and dabbed at the growning stain on his pants. Of course, it wasn't all from the coffee. I got the impression that he was grateful for the disguise it provided. Looking at his expression, I wondered if he had actually done it on purpose for that reason.
“So sorry, about the spill. But here,” I said, tapping my phone to his as it lay on the table next to his eReader. “I've transferred my contact info to your phone. If you find that you have some free time come up, give me a ring.”
I turned and made my way back to my table. I could feel the heat of his eyes on my ass as I left and knew he would be scrambling to find that summary. I smiled in victory at my friend, who was flushed with jealousy and encouragement. After all, a victory for me also means an opportunity for her.
THE RESERVATION
“May I take off the mask now?” she asked.
“Must you be so impatient?” I replied. “Wait for me to open the door for you. I'll lead you in.”
She protested with a muffled, “Humph!” but relinquished her curiosity and waited. She listened in silence as I confirmed the reservation and paid for our session. The exchange only revitalized her curiosity, yet with great effort she remained silent.
I led her to our reserved room and guided her to a plush seat.
“Okay, you can remove the mask now.”
“What is this place?” she asked, looking around the room. Everything was elaborately decorated. Red leather lined the walls. There were several oddly shaped benches and chairs. There was a sink and vanity, but this was obviously not a typical hotel room or any familiar room for that matter. Several cutouts were dotting the opposing walls, each lined with cushioned black leather to contrast that of the wall. In one corner, there was an odd bench catercorner to two walls. At each end were two larger cutouts, one having a small cushioned ledge beneath it. On one wall between the cutouts hung several easily recognized BDSM implements – paddles, floggers, riding whips. She looked quizzed to me for an explanation.
“You were always curious when we would explore our kinks, wondering what a glory hole experience would be like, but hesitant because every one we had seen in porn was in some cheap restroom adapted with plywood holes drilled raggedly with a rough saw. This,” I responded waving my hand around, “is the country club version. In addition to the hefty membership fee, each session is a thousand dollars. Every member has to pass rigorous screening, including health ones for STDs. Here you can explore your abject fantasies with complete confidence.”
Her wide-eyed anxiety melted into a narrow-eyed grin. “How do I begin?” already tugging at her clothes. I watched as her body was revealed with each discarded piece of clothing. I picked them up and hung them on the provided hooks. They thought of everything when designing this place, including the tripod in the corner on which I set up my phone for recording.
“When you are ready, flip the switch on this wall. I will activate a light outside the room, alerting the patrons that the room is occupied and ready.” As soon as the switch was flipped, the cutouts began to fill with dicks of all shapes and lengths. Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop and she licked her lips as her mouth began to water. Kneeling on the soft carpet between two holes, she grasped the nearest dicks protruding grin them, stroking each as she decided which would grace her hungry mouth first.
Moving from one to the other, her skilled tongue traced up the length of each, taking them in deep, leaving trails of drool as she pleasured herself on them. Still, this was not her forte, she much preferred having her mouth fucked. So after her stroking of the two dicks in hand left her with their cum on her face and tits, she expressed that she wanted it differently.
“That's what the corner bench is for. Staddle it face down, rest your chin on the shelf, and open your mouth.”
She smiled as she did so, adjusting her chin on the shelf. Within moments, there was a long cock thrusting into her eager mouth leaving her gagging and drooling all over it. She was pleased to discover that the leather on the bench was textured in such a way that she could grind her clit on it while being face-fucked, but she wasn't expecting the cock that entered her dripping pussy from the other corner against which the bench rested.
Moans and gasps filled the room as she was filled like a spit on the bench. The cock in her pussy pulled out and came onto her ass, but the one in her mouth was enjoying her sucking too much and emptied his pulsing, throbbing dick into her throat. She moved from that bench to one that was right against the opposite wall, wiggling her perfect ass as close to the opening as possible. Soon there was the head of a dick probing her swollen pussy lips, the tip running up and down her slit, but settling at the tight opening of her ass. She tensed as it began to probe her other opening, but he was gentle, allowing her to adjust, pushing into her ass in short, brief thrusts, until she began to buck against it, driving it deep into her ass.
Being filled that was not enough for her. She motioned to me to come in front of the bench. Enough voyeurism. I eagerly bared my cock and plunged it into her warm, wet, mouth.
“Fuuuck,” I managed to murmur as my dick sank into her throat again and again, pausing only to let her wrap her tongue around the tip and suck me back in.
She made the rounds to each of the openings at least twice before giving in to her euphoric exhaustion. She lay on the carpeted floor, her chest heaving, covered in cum, her clit swollen, her pussy lips drenched with a mixture of cum and her juices. She had lost count of how many times she had cum in the haze of her cock sleeve mindlessness. She was barely aware of my lifting her and taking her through a door at the back of the room that led to a private shower. I practically had to hold her up on her shaky legs while the warm water rinsed away the copious amount of cum from her body.
I dried her off and helped her dress. She slept most of the way home, a smile on her face as she dreamed of her next trip there.
Her muffled pleas caused the cushions to vibrate against her lips. Drool mingled with her tears of pleasure as each forceful thrust drove her into the couch's softness.
"What's that, princess? You're going to have to speak up. Use your words," he taunted, emphatically punctuating each word with a plunge of his cock deeper into her dripping wetness.
"More," she mumbled weakly, "more... please..."