Jason and I left the Monday lecture together. I hadn’t seen Jenny on Sunday nor had we exchanged any messages. I did need to concentrate a little on my course, even if it was only something to do to delay getting a job. Art history wasn’t exactly something I cared for. Jason however was very much into it and kept going over some of the things we had just learned. I wasn’t really listening. We made it to the end of his road before I snapped out of my daydreaming. And for once it wasn’t just about sex, it was what I had agreed to.
“I take it you’re coming to mine then?” Said Jason stopping. I bumped into him.
“Oh,” I looked around, realising I had just been following him. “Er…”
“You can if you want.” He laughed. “You’ve been somewhere else all day.” He started towards his house again and I followed.
“Yeh sorry, just thinking about something.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Doubt it. It’s a bit, er, personal.” He shot me an amused quizzical look. He knew it had to do with ‘the girl’. I hadn’t even told him her name.
“Is it serious?” He asked.
“I don’t really know.”
We made it to his front door and I waited while he fished his keys from his bag. Once inside he made tea and we went straight to his room. Bags got dumped by the door, shoes left where they landed after being kicked off, and we both sat on his bed, backs against the wall. He broke the extended silence.
“So come on then Tom, what’s eating you?” An interesting choice of words I thought. Jason was the only one of my friends with whom I spoke about personal stuff, and I did trust him, but this might be a step too far. He might think I was going funny or something. I made the decision to say something.
“It’s really personal Jas, and a bit embarrassing. You can’t laugh at me or tell anyone.”
“What the hell Tom?” He flashed genuine annoyance. “When have I ever told anyone about anything? Especially the pregnancy scare.” He had a point. After a drunk night I’d pulled this girl who had been trying to get me for ages. We’d fucked in the park without protection. That was the longest three months of my life. So far. Jason had been brilliant and it was true, he’d told no one.
“Yeh, I’m sorry. Okay. Um…” I took a deep breath. “When you, um, play with yourself, do you ever… you know.” I made a show of parting my legs a little and prodding my jeans with my middle finger. He looked confused at first and then realisation dawned. He laughed.
“You mean do I finger my ass when I wank?”
“Yeh.” Heat engulfed me.
“Ha ha, you’ve gone red!” Jason teased, then leaned over and put his arm around my shoulders. “Seriously though, is that it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I thought you’d killed someone or fucked a dog. Jesus!” He patted my shoulder. “And yes I do, all the time. Love it.”
I hadn’t realised I’d tensed up so much until that moment. His blasé admission deflated me and with a sigh I relaxed. Then I snorted a laugh.
“Fuck me I’ve been worrying about it for ages.” Jason’s incredulous look made me feel like an idiot.
“Why?”
“In case it made me, you know. Gay.” Jason now burst out laughing and bent forward, pulling his arm away from my shoulders.
“You fucknut!”
“What? Why?”
“Being gay makes you gay you fucking titwank. Enjoying prostrate stimulation is perfectly normal, for all men.” I paused while he recovered himself.
“That’s not all though.” He maintained his smirk but I could see he was interested.
“Go on…”
“Jenny, my girlfriend…”
“Oh girlfriend now huh? That was quick.”
“Yeh, well, she wants us to have a threesome. With another guy.” He nodded at me, an odd look passing across his handsome face. It was gone in a moment.
“Do it, you’ll love it.”
“Really? But I mean, with another guy. Naked. Together.”
“Tom, I’ve known you many years. You are a dirtbag that has yet to fulfil your desires, god knows what they all are. Try it, go all in and see if it’s for you. If not, don’t do it again.” He patted my thigh like a physical full stop.
“But what if I like it?”
“Do it again.”
“But doesn’t that mean, you know, I like guys?”
“Oh for fucks sake Tom.” He bounced off the bed, frustration obvious. I knew then I was being a bit of a dick. “You’re nineteen. Who gives a crap if you like men or women?”
“You wouldn’t care?” He stared at me for a moment, that odd look flashed again.
“No Tom. I would not.”
“I’m just, not sure. I might like it.”
Jason jumped on the bed and straddled me. He gripped my face with both hands and planted an extended kiss on my lips. I froze. I was used to Jason being touchy feely, we hugged all the time, but this was excessive. Pulling away he returned to sitting beside me. He put his arm back around my shoulders and turned my face to look at him.
“Right then dickwad. Are you gay now?”
“No! ‘Course not.”
“There you are then. Have your threesome and enjoy it. Suck cock. Who cares.” I was unsure why he seemed so annoyed. He got back off the bed and busied himself searching through his PS4 games. I frowned.
“Ever had one yourself?”
“Yep.”
“Enjoy it?”
“Immensely.”
“Why are you pissed at me?”
“Cause your treating this like a major disaster. It’s sex, awesome sex. You are very lucky to have someone who wants to do these things. Many guys can only dream of these things. You’re a twat.”
“Very fucking thanks.” I felt like sulking, then realised how stupid that would be. Jason was right. Of course he was right. “I’m sorry I’m such a pussy.”
Jason turned and smiled at me. He returned to the bed and wrapped an arm around me, again.
“Tom, unless you want to spend all your life with a guy you are not gay even if you have sex with men. In fact, being in a relationship with a guy doesn’t even make you gay. You are gay if you say you are, period. You like pussy, so if you want to label yourself, you’re bi. Which annoys me because bi people have the widest selection.” With a squeeze of my shoulders he returned to the console games, selected one, and fired up the PS4.
I stayed at his for the evening finally leaving at about eight. We didn’t discuss it again and returned to our normal inane babble. Jason had given me a lot to think about, which is all I did while we played GTA, and on the walk home. Sat on my own bed my curiosity got the better of me and I searched online for MMF threesomes. Jason was right; they looked a lot of fun.
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I returned to Jenny’s on Tuesday evening. She had her own two floor apartment and forgetting for the moment the awesome sex, filthy acts, and hot girlfriend, having a place away from my parents and sister was great. I could relax properly. Jenny had this rule that if it was warm enough, and we were alone, then we had to wear only underwear. I thought this was unfair as my nipples were on show while hers were not, and after a hot and sweaty bout of normal vaginal sex, this was the discussion. It was difficult to concentrate because she sat there in a pair of tiny black and white cotton panties and a tight crop top that squashed her B-cup breasts. This only heightened her erect nipples. She knew this of course. The discussion had gone on for several minutes when she decided to break the stalemate.
“Okay, I have a deal for you.” A naughty smirk plastered across her face. She twirled her long brown hair with a finger.
“I’m listening…”
“I’ll go topless if you wear a pair of my panties.”
“Ha! No Way!” My cock twitched.
“Go on, it’s just us.”
“I’m not wearing your panties babe. I’m not a sissy.”
“Oh Tommy it doesn’t mean you’re a sissy. I’m not asking you to wear stockings and a skirt. Just panties. I like cute guys in panties.”
“No.” Despite my denial, I did begin to wonder what it felt like. Just a little innocent curiosity. “Since when do you like guys in panties?”
“Since ever hot cock. I’ve got loads of pictures in my porn collection.” She smirked. “It makes cute guys cuter.”
“You have a porn collection?” I asked, disbelief quite evident in my tone.
“Of course.” She responded in a matter of fact tone, as though I were the idiot for questioning this state of affairs. “Every self-respecting cock slut has a porn collection.” I was astonished. For some reason I never considered girls having porn collections. I thought they were all about the mental fantasy, not the visual.
“Can I see?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“You’ll run a mile baby.” She looked like she now regretted mentioning it.
“I promise I won’t.”
“No.” That was final. We’ll see. “Now stop changing the subject. Wear my panties and look cute for me.” I grinned. Got her.
“I will with two conditions.” She raised her eyebrows while I continued counting them off on my fingers. “One; you are naked the whole time I have them on, and two; you show me your porn collection. Unrestricted.” She remained silent and I knew she was considering it. I’d see how much she wanted me to wear her underwear now.
“I get to choose the panties.” She said at last.
“Done.” I’d got access to her porn collection. I won.
She ran from the room and returned carrying something small and pink. She stretched them out for me to see. My smugness at winning dissipated. She held out a pair of what she called ‘boy shorts’, boxer short like panties but much smaller. They were pink cotton with a wide white waistband on which was printed small pink hearts. Over the groin in script style white font they said ‘lil princess’. I had to admit they looked cute, on her. I couldn’t see how they would look good on me with my sizable bulge and yet I was getting several twinges from my cock. And my mild curiosity at how it would feel was still present. I sighed, stood and removed my black boxers. My dick was already at half-mast, which of course she noticed.
“Oh, I think someone might be hiding a fetish.” I made an unamused face at her, snatched the underwear, and pulled them on. They were strangely comfortable. The realisation hit me like a train and I just stood there while Jenny walked a circle around me. It was clear her appraisal was positive.
“Mmmmm baby. You are fucking cute.” She pulled her top off and thrust her own panties down over her knees, letting them drop the rest of the way. She grinned at me and held her arms out presenting herself. “There.”
My dick continued to stiffen and I rearranged myself, pointing it to my left hip and tucking it in. She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, positioning me in front of her wall mirror.
“Check yourself out cutie pie.” I did. I looked odd and yet somehow, sweet. Sexy in an innocent, forbidden kind of way. I turned and saw them covering only half my ass cheeks, the lower half available to be slapped. It’s why I liked this kind of underwear on girls. I caught myself enjoying them moment. Stop it you stupid fuck. I told myself, then stared at Jenny.
“Well?” I prompted. She stared at me in confusion. “Porn?”
She folded hers across her breasts as though to challenge me, so I hooked my thumbs into the panties and started pushing them down.
“Okay, okay.” She held her hands up and fetched her laptop. I stood there while she started it, typed in her password, and located the folder. She threw it on the bed and I could tell she was angry. “There. Enjoy. I’m going for a shower and I hope you’re still here when I get back.”
What? Surely it couldn’t be that bad could it? I sat down resting against the wall, pulling my knees up and resting it there. Her collection was huge. I was gobsmacked. Folder after folder, all catalogued into different subjects or sex acts; Anal, boys in panties, men fucking girls, men fucking guys, one girl and two or more guys, oral (both gay and straight), solo men, it went on and on. The lesbians folder was a bit bare, just twenty or so pictures and two movie clips, which of course I watched. The gang fuck folder was split into three, a girl taking it and a guy taking it, but by far the fullest folder was girl and guy taking it from a big group. There were over a thousand pictures and videos. I watched a few and my hardness started throbbing. One showed a girl and a guy in the 69 position, her on top, while a large group of men took it in turns to fuck them in the ass. Another had the guy sat in a chair watching his wife get spit roasted. As they both ejaculated on her face she looked over at the guy and told him to lick it off before it was his go.
I couldn’t believe what she was into. Then, once I’d thought about it, about her original advert that attracted me, what we had done since, I did believe it. I was now confused about what made me contact her. Was it her hot body or the possibility of bi sex? It must have been her body, surely? I’d never thought about guys in my life. Now here I was rock hard to what was essentially gay porn.
Like a driver can’t help rubber necking an accident I continued to trawl through. A pissing folder had mainly videos of boys and girls getting covered in, and drinking piss while a large bukkake folder showed both women and young men covered in cum. One video showed a Japanese boy receive 100 cum shots, I know this because it had a counter. Another folder showed insertions, all sorts of things pushed into pussies and asses including; candles (lit), vegetables, dildos, Coke bottles, broom handles, even a lava lamp. A bondage folder included bound boys and girls, either being whipped or otherwise beaten, or fucked. Candle wax dripping and nipple clamps seemed to be another favourite. Collared boys was a huge collection. Some had plastic contraptions on their cocks but all had one thing in common; the woman was making them do gay stuff. She had a folder containing pictures of girls with cocks. Not just lady boys, really convincing girls with big dicks.
The final two folders, xx my guys and xxx my baby, contained images of amateur guys and all the pics I had sent her. I presumed the other guys were previous conquests which a random selection confirmed. One seemed familiar somehow and I assumed I’d seen him online, but I couldn’t place it. I found a series which showed her being nailed in all three holes at once, and someone else was taking the pictures. And a video. I played it. She straddled a guy laying on this very bed, his cock in her pussy, another behind her pounding her ass and her sucking on a third standing on the bed in front of her. She took the dick out of her mouth only to scream in either pleasure or pain, beg for more, and gobble down on it again. Other pictures showed men wearing her underwear or getting fucked by her with a strapon.
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I had a disgusting cock hungry whore for a girlfriend. I was so turned on I could feel and see the pre-cum wetting the panties. My cock throbbed and my ass tingled. I ran for the bathroom, both angry and in a state of incredible horniness, like a drug high. My heart thumped and my cock throbbed. All my fantasies flashed through my mind at once and became mingled with the porn pictures. Me on the floor servicing a guy. Jenny with a real dick up my ass, me licking a girls’ pussy while fucking Jenny. Her drinking my piss. I was panting by the time I reached the top of the stairs and lost in a cocktail of aggression and enormous arousal I burst through the door.
She had a walk in shower and she didn’t even look up as I stomped into the cubicle. She turned and I slapped her face sending her head flying around. I grabbed and handful of hair and hooked my foot behind her knee, yanking it forward. She fell to one knee and I used her hair to force her face to the ground. With my spare hand I hooked the panties under my balls, moved around behind her, and forced my cock up her asshole. She cried out and I didn’t care if it was in pain. I pounded her, slamming home as hard as I could, ignoring my own initial pain because of a lack of lubrication. She struggled for a bit under me but I gripped her neck and held tight, pulling her head back with her hair. She stopped struggling and wailed, then grunted.
“Like fucking cock do you slut?” I shouted, ramming home with such force we jumped across the tiled floor. “Do you, you fucking dirty cunt?”
“Yes!” She screamed.
“Fucking say it! You’re a nasty fucking whore!”
“I’m a nasty fucking whore!”
“A fucking cock starved slut cunt!”
“Yes… yes… I’m a cock starved slut cunt! FUCK ME!”
I slammed and pounded, the water pouring over my head on onto her back. Knowing she wasn’t going anywhere I let go of her neck and hair and gripped her hips.
“Wanna make me a fucking cock slut too don’t you? DON’T YOU?”
“YES! Yes I do!” My hips slapped into her ass and I watched those pert cheeks wobble every time I drilled home.
I couldn’t last long. This was the worst and hottest thing I’d ever done. Rape crossed my mind but I couldn’t stop. I was building fast.
“Admit it, you want to make me love cock? SAY IT!”
“I do! Uh…uh… yes… I..uh… admit it. Aaaahhhh! Oh, oh , oh. FUCK, FUCK! AHHHHHHH!”
I came, firing powerful jets of spunk into her ass. Five, six, seven thrusts decreasing in severity, and with every one my realisation at what I had done increased. The high of orgasm fast turned into guilt and shame. Panting I slipped out of her ass and sat back against the wall, the hot water pouring into my lap. Jenny collapsed face down on the tiled floor. I wanted to cry and beg her forgiveness. I was a complete shit. A real nasty fuck. I’d go to prison, I knew I had done wrong and I deserved it. I was about to say something when she rolled over, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She looked drunk.
“That. Was. Awesome!” She scrabbled across the slippery floor and buried her head in my groin, sucking my flaccid penis into her mouth and sucking it.
“W…what?” I pushed her head away. “You liked it? But I basically raped you. I’m so sorry. I’m….”
“Fuck off Tommy. That was an awesome ass fuck.” She stood and switched off the shower. “Not the longest of course.”
“You… I… what? You came?”
“Yeh, didn’t you feel me spray?” I hadn’t. I guess the hot water masked that.
“I’m sorry Jenny.” She offered me a hand and helped me stand. Then she slapped me hard leaving a red and stinging cheek.
“Don’t ever apologise for fucking your fuck toy.” Then she kissed where she slapped, grabbed a towel, and started to dry herself. “Holy shit my legs are shaking!”
I remained leaning against the wall watching her. Did she really enjoy that? Was she pretending because she was afraid and would report me when I left? My eyes were staring at her breasts but my mind was whirling with doubts and shame. It was when she started drying me that I realised I was in a trance, but it didn’t stop. I couldn’t get the fact out of my mind that I had raped Jenny.
“Take the panties off baby, we’ll get some dry ones.” I complied without question. She finished drying me and led me to the bedroom, taking care to help me downstairs. Once there she picked a pair of yellow and blue girl briefs and helped me into them.
“What was it that angered you?” She asked. When I didn’t respond she grabbed my chin and lifted my head. “The porn Tommy. What was it that angered you?”
“I deserve to be punished. I’m so sorry Jenny.” I couldn’t stop. I had never attacked a girl in my life. I wasn’t even that sort of person. Violent porn had never turned me on. I did deserve to be punished somehow. Holding my face she tried to get me to look at her but my vision was misty. She nodded.
“Alright. On your knees.” I did as I was told in an instant. I heard her rooting around on one of her drawers. She came back with several pink bands of some description. Then I felt her attaching them to my wrists and ankles. Another moment passed and I felt one being wrapped around my neck. My trance was starting to lift, intrigue beating it into submission. I was pulled into a standing position and pushed backwards onto the bed. She pulled down the panties she had only just put on, and replaced them with something tiny, pink and frilly. My wrists were linked to my ankles and she used a few of her thin dress belts to attach each ankle to the bed posts, keeping my legs wide open. With me tied up she left the room returning a moment later with a black marker pen. She drew stuff on my body.
“Your punishment.” She said, and started taking pictures with her phone. “Smile for me baby.” I did the best I could.
After a few minutes and several different angled shots she went back to her drawer of toys and pulled out a very long red dildo with a flared middle. With my senses coming back to me I watched her lube one end of it up, pull my panties to one side and without any care as to whether I was ready, force it in my ass. I screamed and wailed as my tight hole felt like it had been ripped open. Then came the ache as my sphincter struggled to adjust to the intruder. Jenny stood back and took more pictures. After countless shots she nodded in satisfaction and sat on the bed behind me. I heard her tapping on her laptop for a bit, a wait, then a bit more tapping.
“There.” She said, moving to my left side and unclipping my wrist. “Pictures of you safely stored in three locations. You can delete them from my phone and laptop, but not the third place.” She bent my arm at the elbow and pushed it up by my head. My wrist was clipped to the back of the collar so my elbow stuck outwards. She moved to the other side and repeated with my right wrist.
“Why?” I asked in a soft, submissive voice. She started untying my ankles from the bed.
“Because Tommy, if you don’t snap out of this idiotic self-loathing for doing nothing wrong, I’ll send those pictures to your friends and family.” A surge of adrenalin got my heart beating faster. “Want to see them?”
I nodded and once my feet were free she helped me stand and turned me to face her laptop on the bed. She started a slideshow. I saw first what she had written. Between my nipples and pubic bone were several phrases in big black letters; cocksucker, cum dump, fuck toy, cum in my ass, and the biggest phrase right on my chest; ‘I’m a hole for pleasing men’. Then I saw the dildo buried in me which led me to the panties, or rather lingerie. They were pink and mostly see through, heart and swirl patterns barely contained my genitals, with frilly pink lace around the leg holes. The final thing I noticed was the collar; it had cockslave printed in silver on it. My humiliation was total and yet I was aroused. Why the fuck would I be aroused? She stopped the slide show and had me stand at the end of the bed, the dildo still in my ass. She sat at the head end, back to the headboard, and legs wide apart. I could see her pussy was glistening. Her nipples were fully erect. She was loving this!
“Right then cock slave, talk.” She demanded, the laptop on her lap facing away from me. “What in my porn collection turned you angry?” I wasn’t going to get out of this one, and just let it all out.
“All of it…”
“No I mean…”
“Wait. All of it turned me on. All of it, even the bits with the men. I got hard looking that Japanese guy taking 100 cum shots. I got turned on watching men fuck each other and that women get spit roasted then turn to the guy and tell him to lick the cum up. I started to ooze cum when I watched those three guys nailing you on this bed, all thee of your holes taking cock.” I paused.
“Right…and…?”
“And?” Didn’t she get it? “And why the hell would I get hard watching all that? Why the hell would I want to watch gay stuff? I had a hard on watching men fucking you Jenny. I imagined you telling me to lick cum off your body and it aroused me. What the fuck is wrong with me? That made me angry.” She frowned and considered this.
“But angry enough to rape my ass?” I sighed.
“No. What pushed me over the edge was the other pictures. The ones of boys in panties, the vast collection of men being forced into gay stuff by women. Your collection of all the guys who have fucked you. The pictures of you fucking them with a strapon Jenny. Then it hit me. You want to turn me into a fucking fag. That’s what pushed me over the edge.”
“No.” I stared at her. What did she mean no?
“What the fuck?”
“That’s not what happened Tommy.” Before I could interrupt with another pointless exclamation, she continued. “You got turned on by it all and you weren’t thinking straight. Sure you might be a bit put out that I apparently want to you to be a fag, and you’ve got the wrong idea there by the way, but you were more horny than angry. I’ve tapped into something within you haven’t I?”
I glared at her hoping to burn into her brain with my magical superman stare. It wasn’t working. I took a deep breath and calmed down enough to realise how stupid the situation was. I was stood naked except for a pair of pink knickers, my wrists tied to the back of my neck, and hard core gay messages written across my body. Not to mention the big bit of cock shaped rubber somehow not slipping from my ass. Trying to look angry and frightening wasn’t going to work. She put the laptop to one side and crawled across the bed toward me. Despite everything her hot body and obvious slutiness was arousing me. Again.
“Baby.” She cooed, kneeling up and running a finger around my nipple. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Why would I want to turn you gay? That would mean I don’t get you anymore? And I really want you.”
“Well what the fuck do you want?” I was exasperated. “I’m lost!”
“Tommy baby. I want a guy like me so I can share these experiences. Yes I want you to love cock, but also to love me. Together we can get nailed, or tied up, or control male slaves. I don’t want you to be my slave permanently, just sometimes. I want you to dominate me as well, just like in the shower. I want us to dare each other and push each other. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I bit back my instant reply. She was right. I did want to be pushed. I thought back to my response to her advert. Christ, was it less than a month ago? All those girls I’d had, all of them, every one. They did bore me. Why? It was now obvious. Me. I wasn’t into them beyond getting them to drop their knickers. After that I needed something more. Every single time. And here was a girl who was keeping me running back to her like a puppy. Part of it was how nasty she was, part how hot, but those weren’t the only reasons. My head spun and I felt like I was falling down a well and realised, with a sense of dread, what the other attraction was. Why I had responded to an advert on Craigslist for the first time ever. Why, with such speed I had engaged in shall we say, non hetero acts. And why my cock was now at full attention. I hung my head in shame.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? You don’t look very happy about it.”
“I’m not. I don’t want to be gay, yet…”
“Yet?” Prodded Jenny after an extended pause.
“Yet I have been turned on by the thought of it.” A quite unnecessary satisfied smile spread across her lips. A thought occurred. “Promise me you’ll keep this secret?”
“Of course!” Her expression changed to one of offended surprise. “As if I’d let this out! Only you, me and the many men we have sex with will know about it.”
“I’m not fucking kidding Jenny.”
“Woah, okay! Baby relax. I will not let it out. Do you think I want my family knowing what a slut I am?”
I signed and visibly deflated. “How the hell have I changed so much in just a few weeks?” She caressed my face and pecked mini kisses to my lips.
“You haven’t baby. You’ve been released. Now you can enjoy yourself.” She set about unclipping my wrists from the back of the collar. “Hey, did you wonder why the dildo was so long?” I rubbed my wrists and stretched my arms.
“It scared me, I thought you were going to try and force it all in.”
“No baby.” A light push forward and I was kneeling on the bed. Another shove in the back and I was on all fours. “Crawl to the far corner of the bed for me baby.”
I did as she asked so I was facing the right bed post while kneeling in the middle. I looked over my shoulder at her to find her fingering her own ass. She stopped after a couple of seconds and I realised she was lubing herself. She then climbed onto the bed, turned away from me and backed her ass towards mine. Then I knew what the dildo was. Her hand reached around and positioned the other end of it against her asshole. I looked at her, she winked at me, then pushed back against it. I felt it nudging further inside me and I watched it disappear into her until our ass cheeks squashed together. At first slow but with increasing speed and force, she pulled away from me then then backed up again, a hand on my hip encouraging me to do the same. The thing had been in my ass for a while now and I had got used to the size. There was no pain, but to my delight, there was pleasure. A lot of it. I was quick to get into the rhythm and within minutes we were slapping into each other to the tune of grunts and moans.
I was amazed at how much I enjoyed it and even more surprised when she pulled away, letting the double ender slip out her ass, and I begged her not to stop.
“Stay where you are baby.” She panted and rummaged in her drawer. I shifted position to relieve a little cramp and stroked my cock. My hand brushed the frilly edging of the knickers reminding me that I was wearing them.
“Can I take these knickers off?” I asked.
“No! Stay there…” She bounced back onto the bed and positioned herself behind me. I felt her tugging at the dildo and my sphincter clenched as she pulled it out slowly, twisting a little to ease the passage. It popped out and I heard it thunk to the floor as she threw it away. Then another dildo was against my hole and it slipped in easily. I could feel it was bigger but not by much.
“This is your first ass fuck baby, I hope you enjoy it.” Her fingers gripped my hips and she pushed in a slow and controlled thrust until her hips hit my ass. Her strapon was fully inside me. A careful pull back and she pumped me again, harder this time. I groaned as it hit the sweet spot then continued to burrow into me. Then again, and again, each time a little faster or harder but not aggressive. Each time I grunted, surprised at how much both getting fucked and bending over in total submission turned me on. Even wearing the panties was now arousing me, as well as the humiliation of them and the phrases written on my body. After a little while of her careful introduction something changed, and it was sudden. One moment I was still getting used to it and the next I was desperate for a proper fucking. My ass seemed to stop resisting, opening up and welcoming the penetration. I wanted to get fucked. Quite without intent I began pushing back against her thrusts and she took the cue, drilling me properly, like the guys in the movies.
“Mmmm see baby!” She breathed. “You like that now don’t you?”
“Ye…es!” I was already panting, my voice jumping as she ploughed into me.
“Oh yeh baby, take that cock! You like that cock in your ass baby?”
“Yes…uh….”
“Say it!” She demanded.
“I like co…ock in my ass!”
“Oh baby I love you!” With that she increased both the speed and force of her fucking, ramming me hard and deep as I backed up into her. I was wailing almost constantly now. My erection bounced and swung around beneath me and I could feel myself on the build up to coming.
“Are you my little cock sucker baby?”
“Yes!”
“You’re a little cock whore like me ain’t ya?” I wasn’t sure about that and didn’t answer, but my cock was doing all the thinking and this was something I would definitely do again. And again. She slapped my ass.
“Ain’t ya, cock whore?”
“Yes.”
“Say it cock whore, say it!”
“I’m a cock whore.” She punched me between the shoulders and then pushed down. I bent my elbows and collapsed my face to the bed. It was hard to believe but she drilled in deeper and I took it all, pushing my ass back and up. Just a minute or two more and I felt the rush.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Ahhhhhhh… ahhh…” With a scream I shot spunk onto the bed, firing rope after rope in lines at all angles as my cock flew around. Jenny slowed her thrusts but made them harder, slamming in with a grunt of her own and rocking my whole body. I squeezed the last drops from my cock with involuntary convulsions and shuddered as she pulled the strapon from my ass. I sank down onto the bed and felt the cool slime beneath my softening dick. I took several deep breaths to recover and as my high evaporated I realised my ass was already aching.
“Holy fuck.” I said.
Her only response was, “mmmmm.”
I rolled over to find her sucking on the dildo. What a nasty fucking slut. I was in love.
She had a walk in shower and she didn’t even look up as I stomped into the cubicle. She turned and I slapped her face sending her head flying around. I grabbed and handful of hair and hooked my foot behind her knee, yanking it forward. She fell to one knee and I used her hair to force her face to the ground. With my spare hand I hooked the panties under my balls, moved around behind her, and forced my cock up her asshole. She cried out and I didn’t care if it was in pain. I pounded her, slamming home as hard as I could, ignoring my own initial pain because of a lack of lubrication. She struggled for a bit under me but I gripped her neck and held tight, pulling her head back with her hair. She stopped struggling and wailed, then grunted.
“Like fucking cock do you slut?” I shouted, ramming home with such force we jumped across the tiled floor. “Do you, you fucking dirty cunt?”
“Yes!” She screamed.
“Fucking say it! You’re a nasty fucking whore!”
“I’m a nasty fucking whore!”
“A fucking cock starved slut cunt!”
“Yes… yes… I’m a cock starved slut cunt! FUCK ME!”
I slammed and pounded, the water pouring over my head on onto her back. Knowing she wasn’t going anywhere I let go of her neck and hair and gripped her hips.
“Wanna make me a fucking cock slut too don’t you? DON’T YOU?”
“YES! Yes I do!” My hips slapped into her ass and I watched those pert cheeks wobble every time I drilled home.
I couldn’t last long. This was the worst and hottest thing I’d ever done. Rape crossed my mind but I couldn’t stop. I was building fast.
“Admit it, you want to make me love cock? SAY IT!”
“I do! Uh…uh… yes… I..uh… admit it. Aaaahhhh! Oh, oh , oh. FUCK, FUCK! AHHHHHHH!”
I came, firing powerful jets of spunk into her ass. Five, six, seven thrusts decreasing in severity, and with every one my realisation at what I had done increased. The high of orgasm fast turned into guilt and shame. Panting I slipped out of her ass and sat back against the wall, the hot water pouring into my lap. Jenny collapsed face down on the tiled floor. I wanted to cry and beg her forgiveness. I was a complete shit. A real nasty fuck. I’d go to prison, I knew I had done wrong and I deserved it. I was about to say something when she rolled over, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She looked drunk.
“That. Was. Awesome!” She scrabbled across the slippery floor and buried her head in my groin, sucking my flaccid penis into her mouth and sucking it.
“W…what?” I pushed her head away. “You liked it? But I basically raped you. I’m so sorry. I’m….”
“Fuck off Tommy. That was an awesome ass fuck.” She stood and switched off the shower. “Not the longest of course.”
“You… I… what? You came?”
“Yeh, didn’t you feel me spray?” I hadn’t. I guess the hot water masked that.
“I’m sorry Jenny.” She offered me a hand and helped me stand. Then she slapped me hard leaving a red and stinging cheek.
“Don’t ever apologise for fucking your fuck toy.” Then she kissed where she slapped, grabbed a towel, and started to dry herself. “Holy shit my legs are shaking!”
I remained leaning against the wall watching her. Did she really enjoy that? Was she pretending because she was afraid and would report me when I left? My eyes were staring at her breasts but my mind was whirling with doubts and shame. It was when she started drying me that I realised I was in a trance, but it didn’t stop. I couldn’t get the fact out of my mind that I had raped Jenny.
“Take the panties off baby, we’ll get some dry ones.” I complied without question. She finished drying me and led me to the bedroom, taking care to help me downstairs. Once there she picked a pair of yellow and blue girl briefs and helped me into them.
“What was it that angered you?” She asked. When I didn’t respond she grabbed my chin and lifted my head. “The porn Tommy. What was it that angered you?”
“I deserve to be punished. I’m so sorry Jenny.” I couldn’t stop. I had never attacked a girl in my life. I wasn’t even that sort of person. Violent porn had never turned me on. I did deserve to be punished somehow. Holding my face she tried to get me to look at her but my vision was misty. She nodded.
“Alright. On your knees.” I did as I was told in an instant. I heard her rooting around on one of her drawers. She came back with several pink bands of some description. Then I felt her attaching them to my wrists and ankles. Another moment passed and I felt one being wrapped around my neck. My trance was starting to lift, intrigue beating it into submission. I was pulled into a standing position and pushed backwards onto the bed. She pulled down the panties she had only just put on, and replaced them with something tiny, pink and frilly. My wrists were linked to my ankles and she used a few of her thin dress belts to attach each ankle to the bed posts, keeping my legs wide open. With me tied up she left the room returning a moment later with a black marker pen. She drew stuff on my body.
“Your punishment.” She said, and started taking pictures with her phone. “Smile for me baby.” I did the best I could.
After a few minutes and several different angled shots she went back to her drawer of toys and pulled out a very long red dildo with a flared middle. With my senses coming back to me I watched her lube one end of it up, pull my panties to one side and without any care as to whether I was ready, force it in my ass. I screamed and wailed as my tight hole felt like it had been ripped open. Then came the ache as my sphincter struggled to adjust to the intruder. Jenny stood back and took more pictures. After countless shots she nodded in satisfaction and sat on the bed behind me. I heard her tapping on her laptop for a bit, a wait, then a bit more tapping.
“There.” She said, moving to my left side and unclipping my wrist. “Pictures of you safely stored in three locations. You can delete them from my phone and laptop, but not the third place.” She bent my arm at the elbow and pushed it up by my head. My wrist was clipped to the back of the collar so my elbow stuck outwards. She moved to the other side and repeated with my right wrist.
“Why?” I asked in a soft, submissive voice. She started untying my ankles from the bed.
“Because Tommy, if you don’t snap out of this idiotic self-loathing for doing nothing wrong, I’ll send those pictures to your friends and family.” A surge of adrenalin got my heart beating faster. “Want to see them?”
I nodded and once my feet were free she helped me stand and turned me to face her laptop on the bed. She started a slideshow. I saw first what she had written. Between my nipples and pubic bone were several phrases in big black letters; cocksucker, cum dump, fuck toy, cum in my ass, and the biggest phrase right on my chest; ‘I’m a hole for pleasing men’. Then I saw the dildo buried in me which led me to the panties, or rather lingerie. They were pink and mostly see through, heart and swirl patterns barely contained my genitals, with frilly pink lace around the leg holes. The final thing I noticed was the collar; it had cockslave printed in silver on it. My humiliation was total and yet I was aroused. Why the fuck would I be aroused? She stopped the slide show and had me stand at the end of the bed, the dildo still in my ass. She sat at the head end, back to the headboard, and legs wide apart. I could see her pussy was glistening. Her nipples were fully erect. She was loving this!
“Right then cock slave, talk.” She demanded, the laptop on her lap facing away from me. “What in my porn collection turned you angry?” I wasn’t going to get out of this one, and just let it all out.
“All of it…”
“No I mean…”
“Wait. All of it turned me on. All of it, even the bits with the men. I got hard looking that Japanese guy taking 100 cum shots. I got turned on watching men fuck each other and that women get spit roasted then turn to the guy and tell him to lick the cum up. I started to ooze cum when I watched those three guys nailing you on this bed, all thee of your holes taking cock.” I paused.
“Right…and…?”
“And?” Didn’t she get it? “And why the hell would I get hard watching all that? Why the hell would I want to watch gay stuff? I had a hard on watching men fucking you Jenny. I imagined you telling me to lick cum off your body and it aroused me. What the fuck is wrong with me? That made me angry.” She frowned and considered this.
“But angry enough to rape my ass?” I sighed.
“No. What pushed me over the edge was the other pictures. The ones of boys in panties, the vast collection of men being forced into gay stuff by women. Your collection of all the guys who have fucked you. The pictures of you fucking them with a strapon Jenny. Then it hit me. You want to turn me into a fucking fag. That’s what pushed me over the edge.”
“No.” I stared at her. What did she mean no?
“What the fuck?”
“That’s not what happened Tommy.” Before I could interrupt with another pointless exclamation, she continued. “You got turned on by it all and you weren’t thinking straight. Sure you might be a bit put out that I apparently want to you to be a fag, and you’ve got the wrong idea there by the way, but you were more horny than angry. I’ve tapped into something within you haven’t I?”
I glared at her hoping to burn into her brain with my magical superman stare. It wasn’t working. I took a deep breath and calmed down enough to realise how stupid the situation was. I was stood naked except for a pair of pink knickers, my wrists tied to the back of my neck, and hard core gay messages written across my body. Not to mention the big bit of cock shaped rubber somehow not slipping from my ass. Trying to look angry and frightening wasn’t going to work. She put the laptop to one side and crawled across the bed toward me. Despite everything her hot body and obvious slutiness was arousing me. Again.
“Baby.” She cooed, kneeling up and running a finger around my nipple. “You’ve nothing to worry about. Why would I want to turn you gay? That would mean I don’t get you anymore? And I really want you.”
“Well what the fuck do you want?” I was exasperated. “I’m lost!”
“Tommy baby. I want a guy like me so I can share these experiences. Yes I want you to love cock, but also to love me. Together we can get nailed, or tied up, or control male slaves. I don’t want you to be my slave permanently, just sometimes. I want you to dominate me as well, just like in the shower. I want us to dare each other and push each other. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
I bit back my instant reply. She was right. I did want to be pushed. I thought back to my response to her advert. Christ, was it less than a month ago? All those girls I’d had, all of them, every one. They did bore me. Why? It was now obvious. Me. I wasn’t into them beyond getting them to drop their knickers. After that I needed something more. Every single time. And here was a girl who was keeping me running back to her like a puppy. Part of it was how nasty she was, part how hot, but those weren’t the only reasons. My head spun and I felt like I was falling down a well and realised, with a sense of dread, what the other attraction was. Why I had responded to an advert on Craigslist for the first time ever. Why, with such speed I had engaged in shall we say, non hetero acts. And why my cock was now at full attention. I hung my head in shame.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure? You don’t look very happy about it.”
“I’m not. I don’t want to be gay, yet…”
“Yet?” Prodded Jenny after an extended pause.
“Yet I have been turned on by the thought of it.” A quite unnecessary satisfied smile spread across her lips. A thought occurred. “Promise me you’ll keep this secret?”
“Of course!” Her expression changed to one of offended surprise. “As if I’d let this out! Only you, me and the many men we have sex with will know about it.”
“I’m not fucking kidding Jenny.”
“Woah, okay! Baby relax. I will not let it out. Do you think I want my family knowing what a slut I am?”
I signed and visibly deflated. “How the hell have I changed so much in just a few weeks?” She caressed my face and pecked mini kisses to my lips.
“You haven’t baby. You’ve been released. Now you can enjoy yourself.” She set about unclipping my wrists from the back of the collar. “Hey, did you wonder why the dildo was so long?” I rubbed my wrists and stretched my arms.
“It scared me, I thought you were going to try and force it all in.”
“No baby.” A light push forward and I was kneeling on the bed. Another shove in the back and I was on all fours. “Crawl to the far corner of the bed for me baby.”
I did as she asked so I was facing the right bed post while kneeling in the middle. I looked over my shoulder at her to find her fingering her own ass. She stopped after a couple of seconds and I realised she was lubing herself. She then climbed onto the bed, turned away from me and backed her ass towards mine. Then I knew what the dildo was. Her hand reached around and positioned the other end of it against her asshole. I looked at her, she winked at me, then pushed back against it. I felt it nudging further inside me and I watched it disappear into her until our ass cheeks squashed together. At first slow but with increasing speed and force, she pulled away from me then then backed up again, a hand on my hip encouraging me to do the same. The thing had been in my ass for a while now and I had got used to the size. There was no pain, but to my delight, there was pleasure. A lot of it. I was quick to get into the rhythm and within minutes we were slapping into each other to the tune of grunts and moans.
I was amazed at how much I enjoyed it and even more surprised when she pulled away, letting the double ender slip out her ass, and I begged her not to stop.
“Stay where you are baby.” She panted and rummaged in her drawer. I shifted position to relieve a little cramp and stroked my cock. My hand brushed the frilly edging of the knickers reminding me that I was wearing them.
“Can I take these knickers off?” I asked.
“No! Stay there…” She bounced back onto the bed and positioned herself behind me. I felt her tugging at the dildo and my sphincter clenched as she pulled it out slowly, twisting a little to ease the passage. It popped out and I heard it thunk to the floor as she threw it away. Then another dildo was against my hole and it slipped in easily. I could feel it was bigger but not by much.
“This is your first ass fuck baby, I hope you enjoy it.” Her fingers gripped my hips and she pushed in a slow and controlled thrust until her hips hit my ass. Her strapon was fully inside me. A careful pull back and she pumped me again, harder this time. I groaned as it hit the sweet spot then continued to burrow into me. Then again, and again, each time a little faster or harder but not aggressive. Each time I grunted, surprised at how much both getting fucked and bending over in total submission turned me on. Even wearing the panties was now arousing me, as well as the humiliation of them and the phrases written on my body. After a little while of her careful introduction something changed, and it was sudden. One moment I was still getting used to it and the next I was desperate for a proper fucking. My ass seemed to stop resisting, opening up and welcoming the penetration. I wanted to get fucked. Quite without intent I began pushing back against her thrusts and she took the cue, drilling me properly, like the guys in the movies.
“Mmmm see baby!” She breathed. “You like that now don’t you?”
“Ye…es!” I was already panting, my voice jumping as she ploughed into me.
“Oh yeh baby, take that cock! You like that cock in your ass baby?”
“Yes…uh….”
“Say it!” She demanded.
“I like co…ock in my ass!”
“Oh baby I love you!” With that she increased both the speed and force of her fucking, ramming me hard and deep as I backed up into her. I was wailing almost constantly now. My erection bounced and swung around beneath me and I could feel myself on the build up to coming.
“Are you my little cock sucker baby?”
“Yes!”
“You’re a little cock whore like me ain’t ya?” I wasn’t sure about that and didn’t answer, but my cock was doing all the thinking and this was something I would definitely do again. And again. She slapped my ass.
“Ain’t ya, cock whore?”
“Yes.”
“Say it cock whore, say it!”
“I’m a cock whore.” She punched me between the shoulders and then pushed down. I bent my elbows and collapsed my face to the bed. It was hard to believe but she drilled in deeper and I took it all, pushing my ass back and up. Just a minute or two more and I felt the rush.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum! Ahhhhhhh… ahhh…” With a scream I shot spunk onto the bed, firing rope after rope in lines at all angles as my cock flew around. Jenny slowed her thrusts but made them harder, slamming in with a grunt of her own and rocking my whole body. I squeezed the last drops from my cock with involuntary convulsions and shuddered as she pulled the strapon from my ass. I sank down onto the bed and felt the cool slime beneath my softening dick. I took several deep breaths to recover and as my high evaporated I realised my ass was already aching.
“Holy fuck.” I said.
Her only response was, “mmmmm.”
I rolled over to find her sucking on the dildo. What a nasty fucking slut. I was in love.
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An hour later and I was still wearing the knickers and collar, laying on my back on the bed with my legs wide apart and my erection pointing straight up, the panties pushed to one side. Jenny was sat between my legs with her feet on my thighs. I’d watched her finger herself to orgasm and scream like a banshee as she sprayed all over my genitals and belly. It was the second time since I’d been ass fucked. Watching her was super hot and I knew that porn would no longer cut it. After a few moments she had recovered but didn’t move.
“Oh wow Tommy. What a night!” I smiled and nodded. Had it really only been one night? “Promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“Don’t feel bad about earlier okay? I’m your fuck slut, it’s not possible rape me as I give you permission to do what you want any time. Okay?” Fuck. Wow. Dirty fucking whore. I love you. “Okay?” She repeated.
“Okay.”
“Now be honest…. The ass fuck…” She left the question hanging. I paused to confirm with myself that what I was about to say was true. Yep. I didn’t know how or why, or why the change had been so sudden, but I wanted it again. I’d take it right now in fact.
“I loved it.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“What did you love about it?” This I knew the answer to.
“The humiliation of bending over and being penetrated. The position. The sluttiness. And the feeling of a hard cock in my ass. It’s all wrong, which makes it erotic.” I’d never seen her smile so wide in the short time I had known her.
“That’s what I love as well. That and the fact I’m worshipping cock!” She giggled, then climbed off the bed. “Gotta pee.”
“Wait!” I said and leapt off the bed after her. “Don’t waste it.”
* * *
I was nervous as hell for two very good reasons; Jason and Jenny were meeting for the first time and I had accepted a dare to wear Jenny’s panties for the whole night. I hadn’t considered standing at the urinals and ended up using a cubicle every time I needed a piss.
It was a week after my first anal experience and I was now an expert at taking Jenny’s strapon. We’d had sex every night but before I was allowed in her pussy I had to take a pounding or suck her dildo, while convincing her how much I love cock. Despite her apartment being on the end of a terrace and her promises that the walls were thick, I’m certain the neighbour had heard me begging for more. The lessons in cock sucking were long, and I after I’d taken my first deep throat and gagged, I’d been allowed to beat her ass with my belt.
The evening seemed to be going well and my girlfriend and best friend were deep in conversation whenever I went to the bar. I was a little wary of leaving them alone. Jenny was wearing tight jeans and a knitted jumper that could be seen through when close enough, giving the viewer small peeks at her hard nipples. I knew she was going out without wearing a bra, but I didn’t think it would turn her on this much. I was concerned she would make a play for Jason but I needn’t have worried. It seemed Jason had control of his eyes and I didn’t once catch him looking at her chest.
We parted at the closing of the pub and walked the opposite way to Jason, further into town.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Surprise.” She said and grabbed my hand. After a few turns and a shortcut through an alleyway we arrived at another pub which appeared to be still open.
“Late licence.” She said and wandered in. It was loud and dark but flashing and rotating disco lights provided enough light to see. A disco track thumped through my chest. There was a haze in the room preventing a clear view and it smelled like a dry ice machine. Jenny ordered us drinks and pulled me into a corner deep inside the pub. There seemed to be a lot of foot traffic passing us.
“Look around, what do you notice?” She said. I did, and at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as my eyes adjusted and through momentary clearing of the haze I saw it. Very few women and plenty of topless guys.
“Jenny, is this a gay pub?” I was right up against her ear and still needed to shout to be heard. She nodded and smiled. “Why?”
“Just for fun. Enjoy yourself baby, no one knows you.”
“Fuck Jenny I live round here!”
“Who cares! Ever come in here?”
“That’s not the point!”
“It is Tommy, and stop being such a baby.” I sulked for a bit but it’s difficult to be angry to disco music. I gave up and inquired what I was supposed to do.
“Take your top off baby.” I froze and she started tugging at my t-shirt, pulling it up to my chest. “Come on Tommy, look around, loads of guys are topless.” I raised my arms and allowed her to pull it over my head and stuff it in her bag. What in the hell am I doing? I thought but I couldn’t deny the buzz that this was generating. Something new, naughty, secret, and the possibility of being caught.
She grabbed my hand and led me around some of the less crowded parts to a large raised dais taking up a corner. Several chairs and tables were occupied and we stood at the edge. We’d been there just a few moments when I felt my ass being squeezed. Jenny held up both her hands and wiggled her fingers, smiling. I spun around to find a middle aged guy checking me out. He reached out to brush my chest and I jumped back, knocking into Jenny.
“Relax baby. Let them grope you.”
“What? What the fuck?”
“Tommy, I want to see men groping you. Stand there and take it.”
“No fucking way.”
“Pictures Tommy, pictures.” The very mention of those pictures guaranteed my submission. While she promised me she would never show them, she had throughout the week mentioned them when I refused to take another ass fucking. I didn’t want to push her and find out whether she really would pass them on. Besides, her being in control was hot. Up until now. I still couldn’t get rid of the buzz that was building within me. My cock was already fighting my panties and jeans for release. I turned back to find the guy had gone.
I’d bought another drink and returned to her before another guy came over. He was topless and his toned chest and smattering of neat hair was, I had to admit, pretty hot. He was slim and sported an amused expression. It cause light creases at the corners of his eyes making his young face seem older. His jeans were black and tight. He came right up to my face then turned to Jenny. He pointed at me.
“Is he yours?” He said. I raised my eyebrows but he ignored me.
“Yup. Hot eh?” She replied, speaking across my face.
“Yeh, cute. Top or bottom?”
“Whatever I tell him to do.” She beamed, almost as though she was proud, I thought. The guy’s smile got wider.
“Exclusive?”
“I like to watch.” The guy nodded and looked at me, placing his hand on my chest, his little finger coming to rest on my right nipple. The touch sent shivers of excitement direct through my body. He leaned in and brushed his cheek against mine until his lips touched my ear, his stubble rough.
“Follow me cutie.” He said just loudly enough for me to hear, turned, and started walking towards the toilets. I looked at Jenny. She nodded and indicated I should follow. I did and Jenny followed me. The guy led us past the toilets and through a heavy black curtain. We emerged into a much darker corridor, dimly lit in red and without flashing lights. On either side were more black curtains, from some of which emerged a shout or loud moan. He led us halfway down, stopped, turned and indicated to his left. I stopped in front of him and saw that the drawn curtain revealed small room, like a large changing room in a clothes shop. Jenny pushed me inside and came in after. She took up position in the corner and placed her bag at her feet. The guy winked at Jenny and pulled the curtain across, cutting us off from the corridor. The noise dropped further to the point where we could talk normally and just be heard.
“I’m Will, but you can call me sir.” I looked at Jenny who nodded. Whatever he says she mouthed.
“Um, okay… sir.”
“You like cock?” He asked unbuttoning his jeans. Again I looked at Jenny who licked her lips and nodded.
“Uh… yes…sir.”
“Good boy. Kneel.” After a brief pause I did so, and found the floor had a cushioning effect against my knees. I was now level with his groin and watched as he popped his fly buttons one by one. My own cock was now painful, desperate to be allowed out and come to full hardness. To my surprise my mouth was watering and I realised Jenny’s lessons had made me want it. This was it. I was going to taste my first cock. I looked up at Jenny and found her staring at me, her hand down her jeans fingering herself. DO IT she mouthed at me and when I didn’t look back at him she followed it up with PICTURES.
I turned to him again and saw his buttons were open and he was pushing his jeans down, revealing a pair of green and white briefs just containing a very large bulge. Once past his knees the jeans slid down to the floor.
“Over to you cock sucker.” He said, and reached out to put his hand on top of my head, encouraging me closer. I could smell him, a pungent scent of ball sweat and pre-cum, at least that’s what I assumed. I was surprised to find it turned me on rather than make me back away. I brought my face closer until my nose touched his bulge, then tilted my head and kissed it. His briefs were soft against my lips and the manly smell made my heart race. Underneath the material he was hard and it was stretching his briefs. I looked again at Jenny. She was still fingering herself and now her other hand was inside her jumper squeezing her nipples. She made frantic ‘go on then’ faces at me.
I took a deep breath, and with my heart thudding in my chest and my cock fighting against my panties and jeans, I hooked a finger of each hand into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. My own actions mesmerised me. It first revealed a neat but thick crop of dark pubic hair. Pulling further showed the base of his cock and I stared as I uncovered more. When I got to the head it popped out from its confinement and hit me in the face. I didn’t back away, letting it bounce around and hit me twice more. He was about the same size as me, just over seven inches, but where mine was arrow straight, his curved up a bit. He was also thicker than me and his foreskin was already pulled back revealing his glistening engorged helmet. The smell of pre-cum was strong now. I felt a little dizzy.
“Oh wow Tommy. What a night!” I smiled and nodded. Had it really only been one night? “Promise me one thing?”
“What?”
“Don’t feel bad about earlier okay? I’m your fuck slut, it’s not possible rape me as I give you permission to do what you want any time. Okay?” Fuck. Wow. Dirty fucking whore. I love you. “Okay?” She repeated.
“Okay.”
“Now be honest…. The ass fuck…” She left the question hanging. I paused to confirm with myself that what I was about to say was true. Yep. I didn’t know how or why, or why the change had been so sudden, but I wanted it again. I’d take it right now in fact.
“I loved it.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“What did you love about it?” This I knew the answer to.
“The humiliation of bending over and being penetrated. The position. The sluttiness. And the feeling of a hard cock in my ass. It’s all wrong, which makes it erotic.” I’d never seen her smile so wide in the short time I had known her.
“That’s what I love as well. That and the fact I’m worshipping cock!” She giggled, then climbed off the bed. “Gotta pee.”
“Wait!” I said and leapt off the bed after her. “Don’t waste it.”
* * *
I was nervous as hell for two very good reasons; Jason and Jenny were meeting for the first time and I had accepted a dare to wear Jenny’s panties for the whole night. I hadn’t considered standing at the urinals and ended up using a cubicle every time I needed a piss.
It was a week after my first anal experience and I was now an expert at taking Jenny’s strapon. We’d had sex every night but before I was allowed in her pussy I had to take a pounding or suck her dildo, while convincing her how much I love cock. Despite her apartment being on the end of a terrace and her promises that the walls were thick, I’m certain the neighbour had heard me begging for more. The lessons in cock sucking were long, and I after I’d taken my first deep throat and gagged, I’d been allowed to beat her ass with my belt.
The evening seemed to be going well and my girlfriend and best friend were deep in conversation whenever I went to the bar. I was a little wary of leaving them alone. Jenny was wearing tight jeans and a knitted jumper that could be seen through when close enough, giving the viewer small peeks at her hard nipples. I knew she was going out without wearing a bra, but I didn’t think it would turn her on this much. I was concerned she would make a play for Jason but I needn’t have worried. It seemed Jason had control of his eyes and I didn’t once catch him looking at her chest.
We parted at the closing of the pub and walked the opposite way to Jason, further into town.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Surprise.” She said and grabbed my hand. After a few turns and a shortcut through an alleyway we arrived at another pub which appeared to be still open.
“Late licence.” She said and wandered in. It was loud and dark but flashing and rotating disco lights provided enough light to see. A disco track thumped through my chest. There was a haze in the room preventing a clear view and it smelled like a dry ice machine. Jenny ordered us drinks and pulled me into a corner deep inside the pub. There seemed to be a lot of foot traffic passing us.
“Look around, what do you notice?” She said. I did, and at first nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but as my eyes adjusted and through momentary clearing of the haze I saw it. Very few women and plenty of topless guys.
“Jenny, is this a gay pub?” I was right up against her ear and still needed to shout to be heard. She nodded and smiled. “Why?”
“Just for fun. Enjoy yourself baby, no one knows you.”
“Fuck Jenny I live round here!”
“Who cares! Ever come in here?”
“That’s not the point!”
“It is Tommy, and stop being such a baby.” I sulked for a bit but it’s difficult to be angry to disco music. I gave up and inquired what I was supposed to do.
“Take your top off baby.” I froze and she started tugging at my t-shirt, pulling it up to my chest. “Come on Tommy, look around, loads of guys are topless.” I raised my arms and allowed her to pull it over my head and stuff it in her bag. What in the hell am I doing? I thought but I couldn’t deny the buzz that this was generating. Something new, naughty, secret, and the possibility of being caught.
She grabbed my hand and led me around some of the less crowded parts to a large raised dais taking up a corner. Several chairs and tables were occupied and we stood at the edge. We’d been there just a few moments when I felt my ass being squeezed. Jenny held up both her hands and wiggled her fingers, smiling. I spun around to find a middle aged guy checking me out. He reached out to brush my chest and I jumped back, knocking into Jenny.
“Relax baby. Let them grope you.”
“What? What the fuck?”
“Tommy, I want to see men groping you. Stand there and take it.”
“No fucking way.”
“Pictures Tommy, pictures.” The very mention of those pictures guaranteed my submission. While she promised me she would never show them, she had throughout the week mentioned them when I refused to take another ass fucking. I didn’t want to push her and find out whether she really would pass them on. Besides, her being in control was hot. Up until now. I still couldn’t get rid of the buzz that was building within me. My cock was already fighting my panties and jeans for release. I turned back to find the guy had gone.
I’d bought another drink and returned to her before another guy came over. He was topless and his toned chest and smattering of neat hair was, I had to admit, pretty hot. He was slim and sported an amused expression. It cause light creases at the corners of his eyes making his young face seem older. His jeans were black and tight. He came right up to my face then turned to Jenny. He pointed at me.
“Is he yours?” He said. I raised my eyebrows but he ignored me.
“Yup. Hot eh?” She replied, speaking across my face.
“Yeh, cute. Top or bottom?”
“Whatever I tell him to do.” She beamed, almost as though she was proud, I thought. The guy’s smile got wider.
“Exclusive?”
“I like to watch.” The guy nodded and looked at me, placing his hand on my chest, his little finger coming to rest on my right nipple. The touch sent shivers of excitement direct through my body. He leaned in and brushed his cheek against mine until his lips touched my ear, his stubble rough.
“Follow me cutie.” He said just loudly enough for me to hear, turned, and started walking towards the toilets. I looked at Jenny. She nodded and indicated I should follow. I did and Jenny followed me. The guy led us past the toilets and through a heavy black curtain. We emerged into a much darker corridor, dimly lit in red and without flashing lights. On either side were more black curtains, from some of which emerged a shout or loud moan. He led us halfway down, stopped, turned and indicated to his left. I stopped in front of him and saw that the drawn curtain revealed small room, like a large changing room in a clothes shop. Jenny pushed me inside and came in after. She took up position in the corner and placed her bag at her feet. The guy winked at Jenny and pulled the curtain across, cutting us off from the corridor. The noise dropped further to the point where we could talk normally and just be heard.
“I’m Will, but you can call me sir.” I looked at Jenny who nodded. Whatever he says she mouthed.
“Um, okay… sir.”
“You like cock?” He asked unbuttoning his jeans. Again I looked at Jenny who licked her lips and nodded.
“Uh… yes…sir.”
“Good boy. Kneel.” After a brief pause I did so, and found the floor had a cushioning effect against my knees. I was now level with his groin and watched as he popped his fly buttons one by one. My own cock was now painful, desperate to be allowed out and come to full hardness. To my surprise my mouth was watering and I realised Jenny’s lessons had made me want it. This was it. I was going to taste my first cock. I looked up at Jenny and found her staring at me, her hand down her jeans fingering herself. DO IT she mouthed at me and when I didn’t look back at him she followed it up with PICTURES.
I turned to him again and saw his buttons were open and he was pushing his jeans down, revealing a pair of green and white briefs just containing a very large bulge. Once past his knees the jeans slid down to the floor.
“Over to you cock sucker.” He said, and reached out to put his hand on top of my head, encouraging me closer. I could smell him, a pungent scent of ball sweat and pre-cum, at least that’s what I assumed. I was surprised to find it turned me on rather than make me back away. I brought my face closer until my nose touched his bulge, then tilted my head and kissed it. His briefs were soft against my lips and the manly smell made my heart race. Underneath the material he was hard and it was stretching his briefs. I looked again at Jenny. She was still fingering herself and now her other hand was inside her jumper squeezing her nipples. She made frantic ‘go on then’ faces at me.
I took a deep breath, and with my heart thudding in my chest and my cock fighting against my panties and jeans, I hooked a finger of each hand into the waistband of his underwear and tugged them down. My own actions mesmerised me. It first revealed a neat but thick crop of dark pubic hair. Pulling further showed the base of his cock and I stared as I uncovered more. When I got to the head it popped out from its confinement and hit me in the face. I didn’t back away, letting it bounce around and hit me twice more. He was about the same size as me, just over seven inches, but where mine was arrow straight, his curved up a bit. He was also thicker than me and his foreskin was already pulled back revealing his glistening engorged helmet. The smell of pre-cum was strong now. I felt a little dizzy.