“So what is the other couple like?” I asked the driver, hoping to elicit some information from his sealed lips.
“All I can say is that you won’t be disappointed” the driver replied, careful not to reveal our surprise. “Another driver is picking them up as we speak and they should arrive shortly after we do.”
“I can’t wait to find out which couple we get to play with” Amy stated as she trailed her hand lightly over her breasts. “I don’t think I have ever been this wet before in my life.”
With that I slid my hand under her dress and felt her panty clad box. “Wow, your panties are soaked right through” I said as I trailed my finger up and down her damp slit.
Amy pushed my hand away before she got too worked up, “you have to stop that, I don’t want to cum yet!”
I withdrew my hand and used it to adjust my rapidly growing member in my pants just as the driver pulled up in front of the house. My wife and I straightened up before exiting the limo and making our way into the house. We were amazed at the interior of the house, it was beautifully decorated and seemed to go on forever. We explored the house and finally settled into the living room where we found a bottle of champagne waiting for us. Sitting next to the champagne glasses three letters, one addressed to Amy and I, one with the names “Dan & Lori” on the front and the final one had instructions which stated that it should be opened when both couples were present.
My wife tore open our letter and read it aloud. “Welcome to WifeSwitch, we have selected Dan and Lori to be your playmates for the evening. Your time in the house will be recorded for use on our website and DVD’s. As you may have noticed there is no camera crew present, instead we have equipped the house with small hidden cameras in order to provide you with a more relaxed atmosphere. We hope you enjoy your experience with us and are welcome to stay as long as you like. Have fun, WifeSwitch.”
As if on cue, the moment Amy finished reading the letter there was a loud knock at the door. My wife and I looked at each other, allowing one last chance to back out. Both of us were much too excited to back down at this point so we joined hands and made our way to the front door to meet Dan and Lori. We swung the door open and greeted our new friends with hugs and handshakes. It turns out that Dan and Lori were the first couple we had selected from the initial e-mails. Each of them looked better in person than they had in the pictures we had viewed.
Dan stood about 6'2", short dark hair with a slight hint of grey, a good build and informed us that he was 38 years old. His wife Lori was 5'1", jet black hair that fell half way down her back, long toned legs and perky looking B cup breasts. To top it all off they both spoke with a strong southern drawl which Amy and I both found extremely sexy. Amy and I led Dan and Lori back to the living room and continued to get to know each other while sipping an the complimentary champagne. They took a few seconds to read their letter which we assumed contained the same information that ours did. Dan carefully folded the letter and placed it back on the table inside it’s original envelope.
“Should we find out what the other letter says?” Lori inquired anxiously.
Simultaneously, Dan, Amy and I all eagerly replied “Yes!”
Lori scooped up the envelope and tore it open, hastily pulling out the letter inside and reading it aloud to the group. “Now that you have become familiar with one another it is time for the real fun to begin! The cameras that were mentioned earlier are located in both the living room and bedroom so feel free to use both rooms if you wish. Located in each room is a basket of lube, condoms and toys which are yours to use as you see fit. All that we request is that at the end of your session, the guys cum somewhere on the woman’s’ body. Hope you all have a wonderful time, WifeSwitch!”
“I have a funny feeling that we are going to have the time of our lives” Dan stated as he looked my wife up and down. I felt a stirring in my pants as I watched another man lusting after my woman.
“Would you like to see more?” I asked Dan. Without waiting for his response, I suggested that Amy stand and show off her great body for the other couple. She rose from the couch and twirled around slowly, proudly showing off her assets.
“Damn, your wife is hot” Lori complimented as she glanced at the growing bulge in my lap.
“If Amy is going to tease me like that, why don’t you do the same to Jack?” Dan said to his own wife. Lori confidently stood and moved close to Amy while she also spun around, giving me a nice look at her tight body.
“Look at her cute little ass” Amy commented to me as she placed her hands on either side of Lori’s slim waist and held her in place, allowing me to marvel at round butt. My wife slowly lowered her hands and cupped Lori’s tight butt cheeks, holding them on display for me.
“It looks like her ass is really firm!” I exclaimed, noticing that when Amy squeezed there was very little give to her flesh. While Amy was toying with Lori’s booty, Lori’s hands had wandered up to my wife’s chest and were fondling Amy’s large breasts. I looked over at Dan and witnessed him adjusting his crotch, obviously becoming aroused by the girl on girl action unfolded in front of us.
Lori and Amy eventually turned to face each other while running their hands all over the other one’s body. I could hear that their breathing had quickened and saw in my wife’s eyes that she was really excited about playing with her new friend. She leaned toward Lori’s face and their lips met for a brief second. After examining Lori’s reaction to the kiss, my wife knew that it was okay to proceed. Amy was much more aggressive the next time she leaned in for a kiss. She wrapped her hand around Lori’s neck and pulled her close as their tongues danced. The sensual display was having it’s desired effect on both Dan and myself since both wives were extremely attractive and seemed to really be getting into the moment.
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“I think it’s time we joined them” I said to Dan before rising and snuggling up behind my wife. I reached around her body and took her tits in my hands as I nibbled on her exposed neck. “You are so sexy” I whispered in my wife’s ear while I ground my swollen member into her ass. In the meantime, Dan had moved behind his wife and was giving her similar treatment. He had one hand on her chest while the other had found it’s way to her crotch and was rubbing her pussy through her clothes. As the four of us stood very close together I decided to be the bold one and initiate contact with the other female. I removed one of my hands from Amy’s mounds and lightly trailed it over Lori’s unoccupied tit. Lori’s eyes shot open when she realized that it was my hand that was fondling her but she didn’t object to my forward action. She shut her eyes once again and I thought I heard her moan into Amy’s mouth.
The four of us explored each others’ bodies while standing in the centre of the living room until the ladies ordered Dan and I to sit back down on the couches. I was hoping to get my hands on Lori again but the wives had other ideas. Amy grabbed the bottom of Lori’s shirt and seductively raised it over her head presenting two perky breasts that looked large on her tiny frame. Lori’s dark nipples stood out at least a half inch from her tits and seemed to beg for someone to suck on them. “Your tits are fantastic” Amy commented before taking one nipple and then the other between her lips.
Lori’s head flung back when my wife started to nibble on her sensitive buds, “Suck my tits, baby” Lori moaned.
After spending a short but vigorous time toying with Lori’s tits Amy dropped to her knees in front of Lori and began to slide her skirt down her toned thighs. I gazed at Lori’s crotch which was covered with a skimpy pink thong that barely hid her pussy. My wife’s face obstructed my view when she leaned forward and planted a kiss on Lori’s veiled mound. I glanced at Dan and saw that he had shifted in his seat to give himself a better vantage point of the live lesbian show which was unfolding mere feet from us. I also noticed that his hand had found his crotch and was nonchalantly rubbing a sizeable bulge in the front of his slacks. I looked back at our wives just in time to witness Amy peel the pink panties from Lori’s snatch and down her legs. Lori stepped from the bunched up thong, confidently showing off her naked body while Amy stood and tossed the panties aside.
“I can’t be the only naked one” Lori sighed, “I think it’s time we saw your sexy body.” Lori then spun Amy around until she was facing Dan before reaching around my wife and cupping her large breasts from the rear. Lori slid her hands down Amy’s curvy body and eventually dipped them under my wife’s dress. “You naughty bitch, you’re not wearing any underwear!” Lori exclaimed when her hand found my wife’s bald pussy. Dan’s wife lifted Amy’s dress revealing her bare pussy to his stare, “Do you like it, honey?” she inquired of her husband.
“It looks …delicious” Dan stammered as he was taken aback by my wife’s perfect pussy. Lori proceeded to unzip Amy’s dress and sensually pull it down her muscular legs, leaving my wife in only her sexy smile. Lori was overcome with lust and she practically attacked Amy, dragging her to the hardwood floor.
Dan and I observed anxiously as our wives feverishly thrashed about on the floor. “Bring that pussy here” Lori begged, “I need to taste you.” My wife obliged and straddled Lori’s face before lowering her damp snatch toward the Asian woman’s mouth.
“She is doing such a good job” Amy gasped in my direction as Lori lashed at her clit.
“I think you should return the favour” I proposed, pointing at the slit between Lori’s splayed legs. My wife took the not so subtle hint and soon had her face buried in Lori’s pink gash. As Dan and I watched the ladies simultaneously pleasure each other we stood from our seats and started to remove our clothes. When Dan’s rock hard prick sprung into view I couldn’t help but admire his impressive tool. He wasn’t quite as long as me but was substantially thicker and the head of his penis was shaped like an enormous mushroom.
I sat back down on the couch and took my erect cock in my fist, beginning to slowly pump my hand up and down. Dan followed my lead as he began to jerk his own meat to the sight of our horny wives. “Don’t get carried away, boys” Amy groaned, momentarily pausing her assault on Lori’s drenched pussy.
“Yeah guys, save some for us” Lori added as she scooted out from beneath my wife. Both women looked amazing when they rose, their faces smeared with the others’ juices. Amy strolled toward me and reached for me with outstretched arms, forcing me to relinquish my grasp of my cock. She pulled me to my feet and drove her tongue into my mouth for a passionate kiss. The flavour of Lori’s tangy pussy was clearly evident on Amy’s tongue and I eagerly sucked up as much as I could. I took a quick peek over my wife’s shoulder and saw the Dan and Lori were locked in a similar embrace.
“Lori, do you think it’s time to let our men have what they have been so patiently waiting for?” my wife asked.
“Absolutely!” Lori exclaimed as she disengaged from her husband and strutted in our direction.
Lori’s eagerness to get at me caused my cock to jump against Amy’s stomach just before she pulled away to make her way over to Dan. “Have fun” she said over her shoulder just as she was taken into Dan’s strong arms. My attention was drawn back to Lori when she stepped in front of me and pressed her perky tits into my abdomen. Her hands reached around my neck and pulled my head down, allowing our lips to meet for the first time. While our tongues danced I could again taste pussy on her breath and when I realized it was my wife’s sweet nectar my cock began to twitch uncontrollably. Lori slipped her tiny hand between our bodies and started to trace her fingernails along my cock, smearing the pre-cum that had collected at the tip. As we continued to kiss and she massaged my cock I reached around her slim body and took a firm hold of her round ass. I sank my fingers into her tender flesh and pulled her tightly against my body, sandwiching my cock and her hand between us. Lori purred into my mouth when I began to roughly manipulate the cheeks of her ass to the point where I was lifting her feet off the floor.
I suddenly heard Amy’s mumbled voice from the other side of the room, “Do you mind if I taste your husband’s wonderful cock?” Although her question was directed at Lori I was well aware that she wanted me to hear her excitement at having another man’s cock in her mouth while I was just a few feet away.
“Only if you let me suck your man!” was Lori’s response.
“Deal, but I want Jack to be able to watch me pleasure Dan” Amy replied, “so why don’t they sit next to each other over here on the couch.” My wife pushed Dan onto the couch and Lori told me to have a seat next to him. I got situated comfortably and prepared myself to watch my slut wife take another man into her throat while his wife treated me orally.
Lori commenced a fantastic blowjob by ever so gently gliding her tongue along the underside of my shaft and caressing my balls with her fingers. She gradually started to lick with more pressure, leaving a trail of saliva wherever her tongue journeyed. When she felt my cock was sufficiently wet, Lori sucked the head of my cock between her lips and swirled her talented tongue around my tip which caused my whole crotch to tingle. I had to put forth an extraordinary effort to keep my eyes open in order to witness my wife going down on Dan. Amy wasn’t nearly as gentle when it came to sucking Dan’s cock. She had immediately taken Dan’s rod deep into her throat and was rapidly bobbing up and down which was triggering a groan from Dan each time she did so. Wanting to show just how orally gifted she was, my wife rammed Dan’s cock all the way into her mouth and forced her tongue between her lower lip and his shaft and began to flick it across his tightened sack.
When Lori saw what my wife was able to do she tried her best to imitate her actions. This small Asian woman forced as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could, which was only about half of my length, and jutted her tongue out in an attempt to lick my balls. The tip of her tongue came up about an inch short but it felt great nonetheless. I caringly placed my hands on either side of her face and compelled her to look up at me. “Don’t worry about what she is doing, what you were doing felt great!” I assured her. Lori resumed her original technique, which was much more delicate than the treatment that Dan was receiving, and my cock was soon throbbing from her unfamiliar touch.
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When I felt that I was on the verge of exploding into her mouth I pulled her head off my cock and lay her down on the couch next to her husband. Lori rested her head on Dan’s thigh and placed one leg on the arm of the couch and the other remained on the floor. With her legs spread so widely I was granted a clear view of her slit which hung open slightly to reveal a hint of pink between her narrow lips. Her arousal was very evident from the moisture that was glistening from within her hairless pussy.
“Is somebody excited?” I teased from my position at her feet while continuing to admire her cooch. “I bet it tastes as good as it looks!” I said a moment before running my flattened tongue from her ass to her clit. After my initial lick I paused for a second to savour her delicious honey before exploring further.
With my head buried in Lori’s snatch I was unable to observe what Dan and Amy were up to but I was quite sure that they had moved into a comparable situation as Lori and I. “Oh god, that feels so good” my wife gasped, presumably from the attention of Dan’s tongue. No longer capable of containing my curiosity I raised my head slightly only to see that my suspicions were correct. Dan was enthusiastically devouring my wife’s pussy and her juices were definitely flowing as she moaned aloud, holding his head in place with her strong thighs. Knowing exactly what to say to get me going Amy screamed out the arrival of her orgasm. “You’re going to make me cum so hard Dan! That’s it, get me nice and wet for your big cock. I want you to stretch my pussy while my husband fucks your hot wife!” she blurted out as her climax ravaged her body. Amy bucked her hips wildly into Dan’s face, smothering him with her pussy while she enjoyed one of the fiercest orgasms I have ever witnessed.
The severity of my wife’s climax nearly made me forget about the sweet pussy I had in front of me, but only for a minute or so. Lori was apparently as enthralled with our spouses as I was because when I turned to face her again I found that her hand was working feverishly at her clit and she was staring in disbelief at my wife who was finally coming down from her high.
I startled Lori when I suddenly plunged my tongue deep into her hole and resumed eating her out. Seeing Amy’s aggressive behaviour seemed to awaken something within Lori since she was now much more assertive. She clasped her hands behind my head and forced my face into her eager snatch. I attacked her entire pussy in earnest, licking as deep as my tongue could reach and sucking her labia and clit into my mouth. She was soon thrashing about on the couch, much like Amy had done only moments ago. “Oh, you are eating my cunt so good!” she yelped, “watching your wife fuck my husband’s face made me so wet!” Sure that she was about to cum I concentrated my efforts on her protruding clit, pinching it between my lips and flicking my tongue back and forth, and pistoning two fingers in and out of her hungry pussy. I could feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers and I knew she was about to explode into my mouth.
Amy must have sensed that Lori was on the verge as well because she reached over and started to suck on her nipples in an attempt to coerce a violent orgasm from our new playmate. Lori’s body tensed and she unleashed her climax with a howling string of profanity. “Suck my tits you slut while I spray your husband with my cum” she wailed just as her pussy erupted, spewing her juices all over my face and into my mouth. Gush after gush burst from her slit and a large puddle started to form on the floor. I was caught off guard when she squirted but it was a huge turn on to feel her warm fluid splashing against my face. Amy has also been known to squirt on occasion so I knew that we could be in for a very wet evening. “I think we should move into the bedroom before the couch washes away!” I joked to the other three.
“Sounds great” they laughed before rising and heading for the bedroom.
Amy led the way upstairs with Dan hot on her heels, his hands firmly planted on her round booty, “helping” her up to the room. Lori and I followed a few feet behind with me looking on in amazement as her juices continued to trickle down her thighs. We entered the bedroom and the ladies crawled toward the center of the king sized bed. They started to caress each others’ bodies from head to toe spending an extended length of time on the fun parts in between. Lori and Amy eventually wound up laying on their sides in a ‘69’, tasting each others’ pussies again. Dan got up onto the bed and lay down behind Amy so that his hard cock rested in the crack of her ass.
“Will you put your husband’s cock in me?” she asked before resuming her tongue lashing of Lori’s pussy. Lori pulled away from Amy’s pussy and reached for her husband’s throbbing cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with the entrance to my wife’s slit. When Dan felt the moisture of my wife’s pussy against the head of his cock he slowly pushed his hips forward, splitting her lips and sliding in inch by inch.
I watched my wife’s eyes glaze over as Dan’s girth stretched her tight pussy wide open. Dan held still for a moment once he had completely entered Amy allowing her time to adjust to his thickness. “Wow, your cock really fills me up” she admitted while beginning to unhurriedly rock her hips. Dan grinned proudly, aware that his girth usually pleased the ladies, when he began thrusting his manhood in time with my wife’s movements. Amy gasped in excitement each time his cock went deep inside her snatch.
Not wanting to be left out of the action I slithered behind Lori, who was again licking my wife’s pussy, and placed my prick along her slit. I used her ample leakage to lubricate my shaft prior to positioning the head of my cock at the entrance to her cunt. With one long hard thrust I plunged my entire length deep into her wet box. I was pleasantly surprised at how tight she felt, especially knowing that Dan’s thick tool probably stretched her out on a regular basis. I pumped in and out of her snatch at a steady pace which was enough to evoke a string of primal moans to escape her lips. Dan and I remained in this position, each fucking the other man’s wife, for quite some time while the wives munched on each others’ pussies.
Every now and again my wife would take the time to glide her tongue across my balls as I drove my meat into Lori’s dripping pussy. With my head only mere inches away from my own wife’s pussy I had a great vantage point to view Dan’s fat cock hammering into her. It was such an erotic sight to see my Amy being fucked hard by a stranger at the same time as I was screwing his wife. I slowed my movements so that I was able to enjoy each inch of Lori’s tight pussy and also to make certain that our session wouldn’t come to an end prematurely. Dan seemed to be duplicating my approach since he had now calmed his pace and was leisurely withdrawing his shaft completely before pushing deep into Amy’s greedy puss. Our more relaxed pace permitted the ladies to offer their full attention to the other. I propped my head up on my arm so that I could watch Lori’s tongue flick at my wife’s hard clit and also give myself a closer look as her pussy swallowed Dan’s meat.
At some point while I was gazing at my wife’s spread out pussy, Dan’s cock slipped from her hole and was immediately gobbled up by Lori’s hungry mouth. Lori’s tiny mouth was barely able to expand wide enough to accept his thick tool but she somehow managed to take more than half of his shaft between her lips. She groaned around his rod as I increased the tempo of my thrusts into her snatch while staring into my own wife’s vacant pussy which remained spread open from Dan’s tremendous girth. Dan was obviously really into the blowjob that he was receiving from his wife as he reached for her head and began to roughly pump his cock into her throat, fucking her face in much the same manner as he had just fucked my wife. Lori started to writhe on the bed as a result of the triple serving of attention she was the center of and I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock at the onset of her orgasm. The intensity of her climax forced my cock from her hole as she began to spray both my cock and Amy’s face with her cum. Although I was unable to see her pussy explode this time I could still feel the warmth as she splattered my cock and balls with fluid. She released her husband’s cock from her mouth, which he quickly reinserted into my wife’s box, and began to wail in pleasure throughout her entire orgasm.
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“That’s it, cover us with your cum!” Amy pleaded as she tried to swallow as much as she possibly could while once again being divided by Dan’s monster. “Your husband’s thick cock is going to make me cum!” Amy cried out as a violent orgasm ravaged her body.
Both wives thrashed wildly causing the whole bed to shake and squeak beneath us while their loud moans and screams filled the room. When Lori’s pussy stopped spurting I rammed my cock back into her hole which was now wetter than any pussy I had ever felt. As my cock sloshed around in her sopping cunt Dan and Amy decided to change withdraw from our sex sandwich and move away to be by themselves for a while. Dan lay back at the head of the bed and my sexy wife straddled him and commenced riding his cock. She dug her nails into Dan’s chest while using her hands to raise and lower her body on his shaft. Lori and I watched our spouses fuck, just a few feet away from us for a moment, before we decided that a change of position was required.
“Climb on top of me and fuck me hard!” Lori begged after she moved and lay next to her husband. I wanted another taste of her cum so I quickly dove between her thighs and dragged my tongue along her gash once before sliding up her body until my cock rested against her pussy. She reached down, grasped my cock and rubbed the head of my penis against her clit before positioning me at the entrance to her canal. “Please put it in me!” she pleaded, desperation evident in her voice.
I jutted my hips forward and buried myself balls deep with one forceful thrust. We moaned simultaneously as our hips smacked together and my cock bottomed out in her pussy. With my cock completely submerged, I started to move my whole body up and down causing her clit to be mashed between our sweaty bodies as I stirred her juices from within. Lori leaned over toward her husband and pulled him in for an erotic kiss as they were both being fucked by my wife and I.
“Does her pussy feel good honey?” Lori asked her husband innocently while Amy rode him vigorously.
“So good!” was all Dan could muster at the time as my wife slammed down on his cock repeatedly.
Amy’s moans became more frequent and I could see her body tense as another climax began to build inside her. “I’m going to cum on your cock!” she wailed just prior to unleashing an incredibly fierce orgasm. “Oh my God, you fill me up so good!” Amy screamed, “I love your thick cock!”
My cock twitched in Lori’s pussy when I heard my slut wife shout out just how much she was enjoying being stretched by the widest cock she had ever felt. I pumped my cock deep into Dan’s wife, driven by my own wife’s arousal, until Lori also began to call out the arrival of yet another orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me into her as far as she could while bucking her hips upward as she once again flooded my cock with her cream.
“That’s it hun, make her scream!” Amy called out from her perch atop Dan’s hard rod as she continued to ride him.
“Fuck her Jack, fuck my wife hard!” Dan urged, reaching for Amy’s tits in the process. “Make her pussy gush all over your cock!”
Dan and I fucked the wives to a succession of orgasms until we were desperate for a climax of our own. I knew that I wanted to fuck Lori from behind and spray her round ass with my jizz so I flipped her over and entered her from the rear. Dan also must have wanted to fuck Amy doggystyle because when I looked over she was on her hands and knees awaiting the arrival of Dan’s cock. Dan entered her swiftly and began to pummel my wife’s snatch and knead the flesh of her ass with his large hands. Amy gasped every time he pushed into her and she appeared to be on the verge of yet another orgasm.
“Don’t cum yet, I’m so close!” she pleaded, “Make me cum one more time!”
My insatiable wife buried her face in a pillow and let go with her most severe orgasm of the night. She moved her hips back in time with Dan’s thrusts, their bodies meeting with an audible ‘smack’ each time as she fucked him steadily through her climax. Just as Amy’s orgasm subsided Dan pulled his cock from her wet pussy and splattered her ass with a huge load. Several thick white ropes of spunk burst from his cock and landed on my sexy wife’s lower back and ass. Amy reached back and dragged her fingers through his cum before bringing her hand to her mouth and sucking his cum into her mouth.
Seeing my wife covered with another man’s load while she ate his cum off of her fingers quickly had me ready to explode all over Lori. I pumped into her a few more times and pulled out just as my cum started to spurt from the tip of my cock. I grabbed hold of my shaft and aimed my load at her small ass as I erupted with a grunt, coating her dark skin with cum. Lori wiggled her ass for me, loving every jet of cum that landed on her body, in an attempt to coax out every drop of jizz from my shaft. When I finished ejaculating all over Lori, my wife moved toward us and started to lick up the cum that was dripping down the crack of Lori’s ass. Once Amy had cleaned up my entire load, she rolled Lori over and kissed Lori full on the lips. While the women shared my cum, Dan and I collapsed on the bed completely exhausted. Our ladies made out for quite some time before coming to lay next to us.
For the first time in hours I was able to lay next to my wife and had her full attention. “Did you have as great of a time as I did?” I asked.
Amy excitedly replied “Fuck yeah! I love WifeSwitch!”
The End
The Mechanics of Sex
Some months ago, my darling hubby had a minor heart attack leaving him with several problems, one of them being he has to take tablets to control his blood pressure. Now all of you men out there will know one of the side effects of those nasty little pills is that you just can’t get it up. Poor hubby still wants it so badly but his cock lets him down every time. He was great about it and did everything to ensure I was satisfied; fingers, tongues and every toy we owned had been used to try to help me have my sexual needs fulfilled.
Perhaps you are wondering what sort of wife I am, wanting to get satisfaction from this poor man who was unable to make love to me? Well I will tell you. When we met I was a virgin. He is the only man ever to make love to me. And like most girls of my age I did it just for him, because I loved him and would do anything to please him. But, as we got more assured in our love for each other, he taught me to enjoy it for myself. Well the only way I can describe it is “He’s done too good a job.”
He taught me to want it so much, to the point where I instigated lovemaking more often than he did, and that, believe me, is quite something on its own because he never seemed to be limp those days. I called him Eveready, like those batteries we used to buy.
We did everything that two people can do with each other, even expanding our sex life outside the home. We did it in the car, in the woods, even in a changing room in a clothes shop, often getting caught. But that just added to our fun and pleasure in each others bodies.
So that’s my excuse for still wanting to be loved and satisfied by my ever-loving hubby when his poor cock couldn’t get it up. I tried just about everything to make it big, even sucking it until it got hard. But by the time he had turned round to put it in me it had gone limp again. Nothing worked; he tried several herbal remedies and exercises to improve the blood flow but nothing got it up. To his credit, though, he still did everything he could to satisfy me.
Let me tell you a little about him; he’s six feet four, he used to play rugby and he’s as handsome as hell. But his most endearing features are his kindness and compassion with other people. His heart attack was the biggest shock of our lives. He was the most unlikely candidate for a heart attack at only forty one.
He is a mechanical engineer who owns his own business making one-off machines for whoever wants something that is not available on the market. He just sets out and invents it for them, finishing up making the first by hand. Then, if it’s a multi order, he finds an engineering firm to make the rest. You may wonder why I’m telling you all this very boring stuff but I can promise you it will become clear, eventually.
After a night of pure frustration he suggested that I find another man just for sex. I was shocked and could not even contemplate the idea. I didn’t just want sex; I needed him to make love to me too.
Women, in general, don’t have sex - they make love. By that very definition they need to love the man who is fucking them. Yes, you follow my drift. Men have sex but women make love!
We talked about it for ages and he seemed quite happy for me to go with another man. He was convinced that it was the right thing to do, but just for sex. He wanted me as his friend and companion for always. The subject came up several times, him trying to persuade me that it would be good for me to have, as he called it, a really good fuck. I always refused. I had no interest in any other man, only him.
We watched a video one night, looking on as this girl was playing with various toys finally finishing up with a ‘fucking machine’. I must admit it got me very horny, so much so I played with myself in front of him.
Something he loves me to do is let him sit and watch as my finger drifts over my clit, gently parting the lips, feeling the moist inner membrane, fondling that little bud of lust, letting my finger roam round and round, sending signals to my brain that I need to come.
I usually alternate between my pussy and my nipples as they stand out proud against the white flesh of my boobs, begging for attention. My fingers grip them, imagining the feel of those clamps he bought for me …. Or was it for him? He loves to attach that pair of nipple clamps making me cringe as they bite into my tender flesh, sending such wonderful signals down my tummy to my pussy.
Despite the initial pain I do love that feeling. So this night, watching this beautiful girl getting screwed to death by this unrelenting machine, I thought about getting his nipple clamps out and offering them to him as I stripped off my all clothes while still watching the film.
Thinking about those clamps gripping my nipples got me so horny, so much so that I walked from the room and into our bedroom. He followed, thinking I was going to lie on the bed to continue this exhibition. But then I walked to his side of the bed opening his bedside drawer where he kept his toys. I fished around until I found those big clamps and I passed them to him as I strolled back to the lounge.
Sitting opposite him in the armchair, my legs spread wide and hooked over the arms of the chair, I showed him exactly what my fingers were doing. The clamps, hanging from the chain that connects them together, dangled from his fingers.
He kissed me hard on the lips. Then, opening first one then the other clamp, he fastened them onto my protruding nipples. I cried out as the cruel little teeth bit into my tender flesh. Then came that feeling as the blood pressure in my nipples built up, sending those wonderful feelings down to my pussy.
The heavy chain connecting my nipples together hung down exerting more pressure on them, transmitting shock waves through my body. As my fingers stroked and fondled my clit, the chain swung in time with my hand, pulling just slightly but quite enough to make me constantly aware of its presence.
He sat back in his chair watching my hands fingering my inflamed pussy, and he observed my face as the feeling of pure lust expressed itself in my facial expressions - especially my eyes. A smile came to his lips as he enjoyed watching his wife acting like a little whore.
I slowed my fingers down. I wanted this to last, not rush it; give both of us the longest time possible to enjoy this spectacle I was making of myself. His face was a picture of pleasure and yes, he too had lust in his eyes. I felt for him, knowing what he was missing.
He talked to me as my finger ran slowly round and round my clitty, telling me how sexy I looked, telling me to open my pussy wide so he could see how wet I’d made myself. I shut my eyes and let the pleasure sensations build even more, feeling the moisture seeping out and trickle steadily between my lips, down through the crack of my bum, wetting the seat below me. He told me how he would like to fuck me real hard, make me come so many times I would faint. He did that quite often before that damn heart attack.
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He told me I should be doing this with a man, didn’t I want to feel my pussy full of cock? He could find a suitable man to satisfy me if only I would say yes. I must admit at that moment I was sorely tempted.
He described to me how I would feel at this moment as a big hard cock entered my wet pussy. How it would fill me so full, stretching my pussy to accommodate its length and girth. In my mind I could actually feel the things he was saying to me. Yes, my fingers are so small compared with his cock. It would be so good to feel a big cock in me again.
He almost had me agreeing with him that I needed a man to satisfy this ache in my pussy. I was just on the edge of saying “Yes, organise it for me,” knowing if I had, it would have happened in hours rather than days.
Looking again at the TV screen, where this girl was still being mercilessly fucked by that big artificial cock connected to that machine, I said the most stupid thing I could have uttered, to him of all people.
“That looks good”
He changed tack quickly and it was that machine he was tempting me with now. He told me how he would have the control and make me come for as long as he liked, fucking me until I begged him to stop. At his insistence that he would make me come many, many times with this machine, I couldn’t hold back my climax any longer and came with the most satisfying groan.
He dropped to his knees between my legs, his tongue taking over from my fingers, greedily lapping at the moisture, licking and sucking my clitty till I climaxed again and again. His fingers played with the chain connected to the clamps, making my poor little tits feel as if someone had set fire to them. He continued until I was completely exhausted.
As soon as he moved I took his poor little cock out and sucked it for all I was worth. It got big for a while but soon wilted again. He held my head between his hands and said, “Oh Chrissie, what I would give to just fuck you one more time.”
As he removed the clamps from my nipples oh, the heat and pure agony as the blood flowed back into them after more than an hour in their grip. It’s actually worse when they come off than when they go on. Oh, what delightful pain!
Before I continue with this story I think I should tell you a little about our home. It’s not the conventional semi in suburbia. It is, in fact, an old barn we converted many years ago when he decided to go out on his own, no longer to be a wage slave.
He needed a workshop to dream up and build his wonderful inventions, so we converted this big old barn out in the sticks. Most of the ground floor is his workshop, or, as he likes to call it now, his studio. The upper floors are our home.
It’s very convenient and economical; no rush hour traffic in the mornings, no travelling costs and he’s only a few feet away when I need him. It may not be everyone’s cup of tea, but it suits us very well.
About a week following that evening watching the film of that girl and her electric lover, he called up to me telling me he had something to show me. There was nothing unusual about that. I often got used to view his new inventions and even got to pass judgment on some of them.
I had just come out of the shower, so threw on a robe and went down to his ‘studio’. A strange feeling came over me as I took each step on the stairs moving closer to his den. I had no cause to feel like this. What was it that made me feel so unnerved? But still I was surprised to see nothing in particular, nothing standing in the middle of the floor space, no new machine gleaming with bright new paint.
Instead there was an old camp bed on the floor and some contraption hanging from the high ceiling joists. He smiled and said “Oh good you haven’t dressed yet.” Pointing to the camp bed he said “Take that dressing gown off and lay down on the bed.”
By now my usually rather slow warning signals were on full alert. He can be a bit of a control freak when the mood takes him and memories of his asking about various measurements like my waist and hips came to mind.
Despite this, and being the good little wife I am, I let the robe slip from my shoulders and sat on the edge of the old camp bed, noticing how rusty the legs had become over the years. He said “Lay right down on your back.” I noticed some strange looking straps across the bed as I complied with his wishes.
He smiled down at me laying there like the sacrificial lamb, his smile warning me that I shouldn’t be so easy to control. He only has to ask me to do something and I just do it, often without thinking, because of a mixture of love and a big helping of subservient nature.
His hands quickly showed me what those straps were for. We had talked before about a cradle, or swing, or whatever it’s called. You know; those things that give your man the ability to suspend you in mid air and expose any part of you that interests him.
I suspected he would invent one rather than buy it, but I had no idea he had made it. My knees were strapped in one set of straps with a spreader bar keeping them open wide. My waist was firmly held in another. More round my upper body, of course, leaving my breasts totally exposed.
Another set of straps held my head and neck, I was very firmly held in position. I was beginning to feel totally helpless. There would be no escape from this leather and webbing contraption. He then pressed a button on his remote control and the overhead hoist came rolling along the track bolted to the joists above me. The hook that he used to lift heavy pieces of machinery slowly dropped towards my captive body.
He fastened the loops from the straps to the hook, and then with the press of a button I was lifted bodily up, suspended in the air. He had adjusted the straps so that, as it lifted me, my knees were drawn up higher than my body. What was he intending to do to me? I dare not ask because if ignorance was a bit scary then knowing could be a lot worse.
I was held in a sitting position but suspended on my back. My knees and ankles were held up and away from my body. I felt so exposed. I was trussed up like a Christmas turkey.
He pressed more buttons and I was transported along the workshop towards the bench at the far end, coming to a stop just a metre or so from his work bench.
Opening the cupboard he brought out another device I hadn’t seen before. It was part of my old sewing machine. Well, the electric motor was certainly from it, it still had the ‘Singer sewing machine company’ label stuck on the side of it.
But what on earth was the rest of it? Then it hit me - he had built a machine something like the one we watched the other night on that film. Oh, why do I open my big mouth?
I watched in mild terror as he fastened the biggest imitation cock I have ever seen to a shaft running from the motor. He moved me round so I was in line with this huge dildo, smearing the monster cock with some lubricant.
He moved me into position. Not a word had passed my lips. I wanted to ask but simply daren’t. The truth might be worse than my fears. He inserted the tip of that monster into my pussy. I was so wet and ready. Why does my body always betray me?
I was held captive, frightened, and very apprehensive, but my pussy was throbbing and lubricating like it was looking forward to whatever he had in mind.
Moving me until he was satisfied that everything was just right he pressed a button on the motor. It slowly purred into life, driving that huge cock deep into my captive body, slowly but firmly until it was totally embedded in me.
God, but that was big. Yes, too big, but there was nothing I could do so I gritted my teeth and took it. I was relieved as it started its reverse action, pulling out slowly letting my insides recover to their normal size.
Then as soon as it was out, to my shame, I missed it. This was the first thing that had made me feel full up for a long time. I had forgotten what it felt like to have my pussy so full. Even if it was artificial, it was a lot better than nothing.
That big dildo reached the end of its backward stroke and inevitably started to move forward, penetrating my pussy again. This time it was easier and not so painful. A bigger thrill was to come as it opened my pussy to accommodate its length and girth.
As it became more comfortable I started to enjoy the feelings of this man-made cock invading my insides. My hubby’s fingers began playing with my nipples - a sure way to make me feel sexy and very easily controlled. He knew me so well and could do whatever he wanted to me because he knew just which button to press to make me go in the direction he wanted. My nipples are always so sensitive due to his constant attentions that I will just go along with him whatever.
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He reached for the motor control and it speeded up. Not much, but enough to make me cry out; not with pain but total delight. I thought of that girl we had watched only a few nights ago. How she had moaned and cried out in passion, thinking it was for the benefit of her audience. I thought to myself, perhaps not!
The thing was pumping into me at a rate of a good hard fucking now; long steady strokes. If any girls are reading this they know just what I’m talking about, that steady pace guaranteed to bring you off. It gives you time to enjoy every stroke, but not so fast they blend into one long blur.
He knew just the right speed and held it there. I could hear the motor purring away thinking of all the times I had listened to it as I sewed things for our home. But this wasn’t sewing. It was fucking; fucking me hard and very competently.
Combined with his fingers at my tits I could feel the start of a climax building deep inside my tummy, but I wasn’t prepared for the shock of my first mechanical orgasm.
Nothing could have prepared me for how much that thing was going to drive me over the top. Perhaps it was the way I was suspended in a comfortable position -no pressure on any part of my body just nicely relaxed and supported, but totally captive. Maybe this was combined with the feeling of total helplessness, unable to resist the machine, and my hubby at the controls, doing to me whatever they wished.
It might also have been because I needed to feel full of something so badly. I just don’t know, but it started in my toes like a tingling feeling, travelling slowly up my legs, causing me to tremble as it intensified and continued through my body. The feelings had reached my pussy making it clench onto the shaft of this mechanical cock, gripping it tight, like I used to with his real one. Then my tummy started to cramp. No, not the nasty sort; the kind of cramp that precedes an orgasm.
But this was nothing like I had experienced before. This was more gentle and slower than the frantic feelings I had when we used to make love. I could feel both his fingers and this strange but delightful sensation moving up through me and spreading into my tits.
Eventually it entered my head, like an explosion. It really felt like the top of my head had blown right off. I lost consciousness for a few seconds just like when he fucked me exceptionally well. Oh my god, this was something else altogether. Unlike actually making love this thing didn’t erupt in a shower of hot come, filling me with seed. It just continued its relentless thrusting, driving me higher and higher.
I could hear hubby’s voice somewhere in the distance asking me if I was alright but I couldn’t speak. The feelings of pure lust had taken away the ability to do anything other than moan with delight as it drove me to places I didn’t know existed.
My mind then did the strangest thing. It saw pictures of that girl on the film as she writhed on the bed in throes of passion. She could have moved away from the machine if it became too much. I didn’t have that choice. I was my hubby’s captive and only he could release me from this ecstasy. I hoped it wouldn’t be just yet, but the fear of being made to orgasm until he was satisfied was very real and, to be honest, it probably added to the fantastic feelings I was having.
Why do I want my husband to take control of me especially in this way? What is it about me that allows him to be the master of my destiny? Did I care? No, I didn’t, not at all.
My captor slowed the machine down to a gentle but still very firm beat as I continued to climax after climax. Each peak was not really separate now, just one long perpetual orgasm. Would I have moved away from the pounding cock if I could? Well perhaps, I might have, but that was totally academic. I had no choice and no opinion. This was his show. I was just the supporting cast, but I felt like the star of this little production, the porn star!
He turned it up again making me cry out in ecstasy as it took me over the top once more, the muscles in my tummy tightening as the climax that had never stopped just went up a notch, the thing pumping into me like it was never going to stop.
I opened my eyes and looked into his. He had that smile on his face like he used to have when we made extra special love. Those times when everything went just that little bit better, making me so happy and him so pleased that he had fulfilled me.
I wanted to ask him to stop it for a while at least, but the look of pure pleasure in his eyes made me hold my tongue. I had not seen that look for a while, in fact not since his heart attack.
I bit my lip to stop me begging him to slow it down or better still give me a break. I just didn’t have the heart to spoil this for him; I rode out several more violent peaks. It was almost unbearable, but I wanted it to never end.
Have you ever done something that was so draining it made you feel as if all your energy was used up but you didn’t want to stop? Well that’s how this damn machine had me right now. I was torn between the pleasure and the agony of total exhaustion, but it wasn’t my decision. He was in charge. I couldn’t move and, because of his obvious pleasure, I couldn’t speak. I simply couldn’t ask him to turn it off.
But even if I had put myself before his so intense enjoyment of being able to make his wife come at his will, would he actually switch it off? He had the power to do whatever he wanted.
I passed out with the intensity of the continuous orgasm, and when I came to the thing was still stroking gently in and out of my pussy. It was much slower now, just keeping me at boiling point.
I looked up at him, the control in his hand, wondering if he realised just how much he had made me come. Did he realise what agony and joy he had caused in my body? After only fingers and the odd dildo recently, I was also out of practice.
Hanging there helpless, in his contraption, with that sewing machine motor still purring away I knew my days of sexual frustration were over. He could make me come whenever he wanted to and for how long he wanted to. It was just like before but with the added advantage that this thing never got tired and certainly never went limp.
He asked me if I had enjoyed it, I tried to sound upbeat because he was obviously so happy his machine had done the business. I told him it was wonderful but I needed a rest now. He smiled and said “Are you sure?”
I replied “Yes my darling, I have got to get used to coming like that all over again. It’s been a long time since you made me climax so many times. Promise you will do it to me again.”
He eased the dildo out and lowered me down, pulling the camp bed under me as he did so. His fingers worked at the straps, releasing me from their hold. It wasn’t until I tried to stand I realised just how knackered I was. My legs felt like rubber.
He had to hold me in his arms for ages until I could manage to stand alone. He was surprised at my incapacity and I don’t think he knew just how effective his latest invention was, how potent it felt as it drove me to climax after climax.
Well, our problems are over now and whenever I need to feel myself full to the brim with hard cock all I have to do is ask. He is much happier seeing me so satisfied by his wonderful machine. He has refined it several times including one variant that is small and portable. It is mounted on a board and I can take it to the bedroom and give myself a really good fucking whenever I feel the need.
With the help of some expensive but effective herbal tablets and gentle, prolonged, stimulation he got it up long enough for me to make a cast of his cock at full erection. Of course he made several different models from the mould, and I just love them all, so much more that any of the mass produced ones. Now I am even happier, knowing that it is his cock that still penetrates me every time I switch that machine on.
The End
Facial Party
I had continued to correspond with several of the men who replied to my original Craigslist posting, for a variety of reasons. Many of them wanted to hear how things had gone, some tried to convince me that their load would be larger than anyone else’s, others wanted to know if I wanted to “try it again” with them, and so forth. Though I hadn’t given it much thought at the outset, the overwhelming majority of the guys who wrote to me were honestly nice guys – they weren’t the pervy, misogynistic fuckwits that I expected some of them to be. For the most part, they were all respectful of what I wanted to do, and were nice and polite when I told them I’d found someone else to do what I wanted done, and were genuinely curious as to what was motivating me.
One guy in particular stood out. I would come to find out that he was a member of a sex club in the city – the members would get together and participate in a variety of different sexual activities. It wasn’t the typical swinger’s club, per se, but more along the lines of a place where they could explore some of the kinkier sides of their sexual peccadilloes. We had carried on a long conversation thread about why I was doing this kind of stuff and talking about other sexual odds and ends.
During the course of our conversations, he’d inquired about my sexual proclivities, and when I let on that I had a strong desire to explore my submissive side, he tied that together with my fascination with facials and introduced me to the concept of the bukakke. Now, I’d heard the word and was familiar with what it meant – after all, as I said in my original story, I was pretty familiar with porn. It’s hard to do any serious exploration of that without coming across bukakke web sites and photos. Still, I hadn’t seriously entertained the thoughts of doing something like that up to this point. It seemed, however, to be the next logical step in my progressive fascination with facials.
Tom’s was an invitation-only club. You had to be recommended by someone who was already a member to even be considered, everyone had to be tested and disease free, and they had to swear allegiance to the club. This meant that they didn’t have sexual contact with anyone else outside the club, which, theoretically at least, precluded the risk of diseases entering the group. The idea was to allow them to have condom-free sex with each other with little risk of transmitting anything.
As Tom read through the tales of my facial exploits, he continued to tease me with the idea of participating in a bukakke session. Apparently, the women who were members of his club weren’t too keen on the idea of being cum repositories for multiple men, and some of the men had hoped my fascination with being a cum slut would carry over into allowing them to use me as a surrogate for that at one of their sex parties. He eventually put forth the idea of paying me to do it, so needless to say, my interest piqued at that point. My standard “fee” for using my face was $100 per person. Tom indicated that he wasn’t sure exactly how many guys would be at any given party, but we settled on a figure of $1,000 for me to be there and let them do what they wanted, short of penetration. Tom gave me the club’s web site link to review what they were about, and we set a date and time. I spent the next few days watching several bukakke videos so I’d have some idea of what I was in for.
When the time came, I nervously drove to the address Id been given. I had looked it up online, so I pretty much knew where I was going, and they’d had photos of the inside of the club on the website so I had had some comfort with the facility itself, but you never really know what you’re getting into until you’ve walked through the doors. I parked my car, spent a few minutes composing myself, got out and rang the door buzzer.
I was greeted by a gorgeous woman who appeared to be in her early 30s. She welcomed me and made a comment about the guys were going to love playing with someone as pretty as I was. I thanked her sheepishly and followed her back to a moderate sized room where a handful of people were milling around in various states of dress. Everyone stopped in their tracks when I walked through the door and stared at me, making me feel a bit uncomfortable. A man I recognized as Tom approached me, extended his hand and welcomed me to the club. He then introduced me to the rest of the folks who’d assembled for the evening’s festivities.
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is Caitlain. She’s our cum slut for the evening.” A collection of wows, ooh, and ahhs emanated from the group. My guess was that they weren’t used to having someone my age and looks available for their use in any capacity, let alone as a semen receptacle. Everyone exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, and then Tom ushered me into the kitchen where he explained to me what he had in mind.
“Basically, I’m going to leave it up to you to decide how you want to let it play out. You can just sit on the floor; we can lay you down on a table or on the floor; or whatever you feel comfortable with. The girls are going to blow or fuck the guys until they’re ready to cum and they’ll move over to you and finish themselves off on your face. Pretty simple, really.”
“How many guys showed up?”
“Right now, there are 14 of them here. I expect another couple to show up shortly, though.”
“Cool. I noticed a kind of rack looking thing in the room. As I’ve explained, I am kind of on a submissive kick right now. Would it be okay if you tied me to that in some kind of position where my face is at cock level, maybe in a spread eagle kind of way so I can’t use my hands? "
“Oh, hell, yeah. That’ll make the guys even more excited than they are now I bet. You’re welcome to go out and grab a bite to eat and something to drink if you’d like.”
“Okay, what about the payment?”
“It’s right over here on the table. A thousand dollars in cash, just as you requested.”
“Cool. Thanks. Where should I put my stuff?” pointing to the bag of clean clothes I brought with me. I grabbed the envelope, as we headed out of the room. Tom walked me back to one of the bathrooms and told me to just put my stuff in there; it’d be perfectly safe. I dropped my bag and went out to the bar and grabbed some potato chips and dip and a diet coke. Several of the people walked up and talked with me, wanting to know how I ended up here and about how I got started with all of this. Several of them commented on the stories I’d written and how hot they were – Tom had shared them with the group so they’d know a little bit about what brought me to this point. I happened to catch a glance of a woman going down on a guy sitting on one of the large couches in the rear of the room, and almost as if that were a signal people started shedding clothing and cocks sprang to life.
Tom and another guy spread a sheet of plastic across the floor in the center of the room, put a blanket over it, and moved the rack over on top of the blanket. He then went over the rules with everyone so they’d know what they could or couldn’t do. “Basically, Caitlain is here for you to use as you see fit, but there’s to be no penetration, including the mouth. You can cum on her, slap her, spit on her, grab her hair, talk dirty to her – she’ll probably talk right back to you. But she’s not going to touch you in anyway. Are there any questions?” No one said anything, and he then reminded them of the safe word we’d agreed upon. Someone in the back of the room, whose cock was already in someone’s mouth, said something to the effect of “Let’s get busy.”
I took that as my cue and started disrobing. When I was done, out of nowhere, someone grabbed my hair. “Come here, slut.” I was dragged by my hair over to the rack I had referred to earlier, forced to my knees, and held in place while a couple of the women tied my wrists to the rack. When they were done, one of the women grabbed my chin, turned my head up and spit in my face without warning, hitting me in the space between my left eye and cheek. Though that had caught me off guard and I wasn’t terribly fazed by it, I could feel the heat well up in my face as I turned red from embarrassment.
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I’d never actually had anyone spit on me before, even though I’d offered to let others do it when they were using me. My initial instinct was to return the favor, but I elected not to since I’d indicated in much of my conversation with Tom that it was part of my submissive fantasies to be treated like that. The agreement for tonight was that I’d be used in any way until such time as I used the safe word we’d agreed on. There were no limits placed on this, with the exception of penetration, as had been the case with my previous forays into facialdom.
I sat back and watched the scene that was unfolding before me. I had been in a room with one other couple having sex before, but to see two dozen people fucking was just surreal. It was like watching a live porn scene unfold. Women were blowing the guys, guys were eating pussy, and guys were fucking the women, all within a few feet of me. One woman had her back to a wall and her mouth was being railed by this one guy as if he were grudge fucking her cunt. I’m guessing she had no gag reflex?
All of this was taking place with the singular purpose of getting the guys ready to ejaculate on me. I was trying to decide if I was proud of this, but I knew I was infatuated with it, at least at this point. I felt like some kind of fertility goddess awaiting worship from my loyal subjects! The sounds were just as incredible as the visuals – hearing the slopping and sucking that takes place when someone is being face fucked was incredibly erotic to me, I found. I began to get wet in anticipation of what was to come.
Before long, two of the guys took their cocks out of the girls’ mouths and moved over towards me. “Fuck, yeah, cum on my face. Give it to me!” You could see the intensity build in these guy’s faces as their orgasms welled up inside them. The first guy’s spurts hit me square in the right eye. Fuck, that stung.
Almost immediately the guy on my other side blasted the left side of my face. “You like that, don’t you, you little whore?” I turned my face up so they could finish off and tried to keep my eyes out of the direct line of fire. One of them got off five strong shots, while the other one kind of fizzled after the first one. When they were done, it really didn’t feel any different than the other facials I’d had up to that point. Nice and warm to begin with, and then they got really cool, almost cold. My eye was burning like a mother fucker, though.
Very quickly thereafter, a third guy moved toward me. He grabbed my hair and turned my face up and continued jerking himself off right above my face. I truly wish they’d do a “point of view” camera shot of that in porn from time to time! The sight of that cock just a few inches from your face, knowing it is about to explode all over you is orgasm-inducing! Pretty soon, he started oozing cum out. I don’t know if he did it intentionally or not, but his cum came boiling out right into my eyes again, though I’d managed to close them this time before the man juice landed in them. I had taken the precaution of not wearing my contacts, knowing it was quite likely I’d be getting cum in my eyes on this trip, so I wasn’t overly concerned about that. He finished draining himself and spanked his cock on my face, splattering what was there, and then I heard him hock up a mouthful of saliva and spit it in my face. The impact caused me to jerk back and knock my head against the rack. “I’ve always wanted to do that to a bitch before.”
Before I had a chance to regain any understanding of what was going on, another squirt hit me in the mouth. I had my lips parted so I could breathe through them while the third guy was finishing up and the fourth guy’s cum shot almost right down my throat, causing me to choke a bit. I closed my mouth quickly as his second shot hit me in almost the exact same spot. I could now feel the cum dripping off my face onto my chest, and the coolness of it causes chill bumps to rise on my body; even my nipples were becoming more erect than they already had been.
I can only imagine what I must’ve looked like, sitting there with all of that cum on my face, glistening in the lights of the room. I’d watched those Bukakke videos in anticipation of this night, and I had masturbated to the thought of myself being used this way on several occasions. I wondered if the visual appearance I presented to these people was living up to what I had seen for myself in the pornos. I’d never know, though, since club rules didn’t permit any photos or videotaping of the things that took place there.
I could barely open my eyes, even though the semen had finally slid out of my eye cavities and drained down my cheeks. Four more guys were standing before me jerking their cocks. “Come on you fuckers; spray your seed on this slut’s face.” Almost before I got the words out, I felt a strong blast on my right cheek. It must’ve been a strong one, too, because the guy who unloaded on me let out a guttural moan that I hadn’t heard very often before. Clearly, he’d experienced a strong contraction, judging by the strength of the splatter – it felt like being squirted with a strong water gun. He and the three other guys unloaded a ton of cum on me, with one of them aiming for my boobs instead of my face.
You begin to lose yourself in the moment after a while with so much going on around you. And when you can’t see, the rest of your senses begin to take over to try to compensate. It was hard to breathe with my nasal openings clogged up with semen, and this was forcing me to leave my lips parted to breathe. This allowed the juices draining off my face to drip into my mouth. I tried blowing cum bubbles like I’d seen in the videos, though it was hard to gauge how successful I was given that I couldn’t see myself doing it. The quasi-chlorine smell of the semen was intense. That combined with the musky smell of sex and perspiration that permeated the air in the room at this point made for a primal, erotic mixture.
Your hearing also increases in sensitivity. Since I couldn’t see when someone was approaching me, I tried to listen to see if I could hear the guys walk up to me. What I found interesting was that I could hear people sucking and fucking in the room. The slurps and gags of the women sucking cocks, and the staccato slapping of skin of people who were actually fucking was interesting overlaid with the sounds of the guys in front of me jerking their cocks. I could distinctly hear two guys in front of me jerking themselves off; the sound of their hands sliding back and forth rapidly on their cocks reminded me of the last time I’d given a handjob.
One guy came up and asked me to beg him to cum on me. “Please cum on me, baby. I need you to cum on my face.” I could tell someone was with him, and a woman said something that led me to realize that she was doing the work for him. It sounded like she was alternating between sucking his cock and jerking him, and with my begging for his cum he finally reached the point of no return. She managed to aim his cock right over my forehead and he got off about four good shots. When he was done, he rubbed his cock all over my tits and cock-slapped them several times. I could tell by the splattering sounds that even my chest was coated with a decent layer of sex juices.
By this point I had lost count of the number of guys who’d actually ejaculated on me. A couple had shot their loads on my tits instead of my face, but the goo on my face was very thick. It was starting to dry on some of the edges, and your skin starts to feel kind of like a face peel has been applied to it. I could still feel the impact of every guy’s blasts, though, as more and more cum was deposited on my face and head, the warm liquid draining down my cheeks or worse yet my nose. Every time it’d run down the bridge of my nose and drip off the tip, it would tickle the shit out of it. With my hands tied, I couldn’t reach up to scratch it, so I’d wiggle my head back and forth to try to dislodge it. I also couldn’t reach down to masturbate myself. I was soaking wet and wasn’t wholly sure the pool of liquid at my crotch was just cum from the men. I tried to squeeze my legs together to make myself orgasm, but the position I was in didn’t allow me to do that very well. My name had become “slut,” “whore,” “cunt,” or “bitch,” depending on who you asked.
The feeling of being dominated and used purely as a fuck toy or a trash can for a roomful of guy’s spunk just does it for me I’d discovered. I wish I knew specifically why it did, but I don’t. Perhaps it is because I feel it is one of those ultimately submissive things. When people find out that I do this kind of stuff, they frequently ask if or why I don’t find it degrading. My answer is that I fail to see how providing someone else with sexual pleasure can remotely be degrading if it is mutually consensual. I have absolutely no problem allowing someone else to use me, my mind, or my body to get themselves off, within reason. Getting paid for it is a side benefit, of course, but I don’t feel any less of a human being because I’m letting people use me to achieve sexual pleasure for money.
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“God, she looks like a slut. Look at all of that cum.” Someone laughed and wondered aloud what would make a girl want to do something like this. I thought that was odd, given the very nature of a sex club to begin with; I could easily have asked the same question about what they do. Of course, none of the female members apparently enjoyed being used this way, so perhaps it was unique here. That would explain why Tom was so grateful that my fantasy had taken shape in the manner it had, I suppose.
When the last guy had blown his load on me, a couple of people came up to me and starting scooping cum off my face. “Open your mouth, cunt.” I did as I was told, and they started shoveling cum from my face into my mouth. Warm cum is not the best tasting stuff in the world to begin with, and when it cools off it doesn’t get much better. I tried to swallow as much as I could, but I finally got to the point where it was just too much, so I locked my mouth shut. Someone slapped me across the cheek. “Fucking whore.” That stung. It sounded like that same woman who’d been spitting on me. What a fucking bitch.
Finally Tom chimed in. “Untie her and walk her back to the bathroom so she can clean up. You did an excellent job, Caitlain. Everyone give her a nice round of applause.” The room erupted in clapping and hollering. It made me feel good that I had provided them with a good time, but I was ready to get this shit out of my eyes.
A woman untied me, grabbed my hand and told me to follow her. When we got the bathroom, I expected her to leave me and close the door behind her, but she remained in the room. I moved over to the sink, grabbed a washcloth, and began cleaning the dried cum from around my eyes so I could see well enough to navigate around the room unaided. When I could see again, I found that my accompanist was the woman who’d spit in my face the first time. She had taken her clothes off. “Get in the shower. I’ll help clean you off.” I hesitated for a second as I looked in the mirror to admire the semen splattered face that I saw. I looked like a glazed donut. The whole upper half of my body was covered in a slimy, gooey mix of cum and saliva. I thought it looked quite….slutty.
Though I was startled at her demand and wasn’t sure how to expect, I did as the lady asked. She turned the water on to allow it to warm up as I walked over to the huge, glass-enclosed stall. As soon as I stepped in she grabbed a handful of my hair and ordered me onto my knees. I kneeled down outside the water stream and she moved to a position in front of me so that her pussy was right at my face level. I was waiting for the command to eat her pussy, but instead was met with a stream of hot piss from her cunt. She was pissing on my face, holding my head in place by my hair. “Let me help you wash all of that jizz from your face, sweety. I’ve been holding this just for you.” With that she began moving her hips so her urine stream was washing over my face. When she was through, she pulled me up by my hair, looked me in the face, and spit on me again. “When you’re ready to explore your submissive side with another woman, give me a call.” She left me there dazed as to what had just happened – that was not a part of the plan I’d worked out with Tom, so I was a bit taken aback by her.
I took some time washing myself up, allowing the warm water to caress my naked body and reflecting on the feelings I’d had being used. Getting dried cum out of your hair is a pain in the ass, as I had discovered over the past few weeks. I did the best I could, but I know I didn’t get it all. I resigned myself to spending the next couple of days combing dried cum out of my hair. I washed and rinsed, and did it over again, masturbating myself to an orgasm as I washed my pussy. I finished washing my body, got out, dried off and got dressed again.
I walked out and everyone was sitting around commiserating with one another about the evening’s festivities. One of the guys told me that, even though I looked hot with cum all over me, I looked much better without it, and that I’d probably look even better with his cock in my mouth. I thanked him and headed off to find Tom to let him know I was leaving and to thank him for the evening.
As I walked into the kitchen, I spotted the spitting woman standing in the doorway with her back to me, talking to someone I couldn’t see. I had been curiously intrigued by her statement to me in the shower, and I wanted to find out how to contact her in the event that I decided I wanted to play with her. I have a lot of experience with women, so even though she’d attempted to intimidate me by spitting on me, I wasn’t fazed by her attitude in the least. I walked up to her, grabber her hair, and kissed her right in front of the other two women she was talking with. That caught her off guard and stunned her compatriots. She attempted to resist for a second and then just gave in; as it turns out she was an excellent kisser. “Write your name and number down. I may want to….explore some things with you in the not too distant future.” She wiped her mouth off, got a pen and a piece of paper and wrote something down and handed the card to me. I glanced at the card. “Tamson, huh? What a unique name.”
“Whenever you’re ready, cunt, give me a call. I’ll fuck you into exhaustion.”
I licked my lips at her, turned and walked off to find Tom once again. I found him in the backyard talking with some other people. “I am headed out. Thank you for an interesting evening.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. With your writings I kind of figured you would, but you never know until you actually do it.”
“Those are words I live by. If you’d like to do this again in the future, let me know.”
“Okay, thanks. I’m not sure we could afford to do it very often, though.”
“That’s okay. Call me anyway. We can work something out.” I winked, turned around and walked through the house back to my car, got in and drove home. When I got home, I sent Tamson an e-mail. I knew she wouldn’t get it until later that night, but I wanted her to know that I had thought about her on the way home. It said, simply, “Let’s exchange spit sometime soon.”
The End