Susan's Secret Life by S. Q. Johnson as told to Poet (Hetero sex,
Gangbang, S/M, D/s)
Chapter 1
I've never thought about writing a chronicle of my life before, but
certain recent events have made me realize that I must trying to look
back at my life to date in order to understand myself. I've lived,
actually, two different lives simultaneously. In one life, I've been a
model student and, now, an attorney who is respected both for her legal
abilities and her sedate, upright existence. In the other, I must
admit, I've become a shameless slut, a sex addict, fucking everyone I
can. Until recently, I've been able to keep these two lives separate.
Even through high school, where I earned straight A's and was the
captain of the cheerleader squad, only a few people knew about my
secret life. But my world started unraveling in the late 1980s when I
took a job at a law firm in Phoenix.
I was just out of law school at the fairly young age of 24. I had
graduated from college and law school with honors, so I was interviewed
by one of the top law firms in Phoenix. Riding the elevator up to the
top floor, I was nervous, worrying that my shyness would overcome my
sense of how could I was as a future lawyer, and so I barely noticed
when the handsome young man got on the elevator on the third floor. But
soon I became all to aware of him. We were alone in the elevator but
instead of giving me room, he stood directly behind me. As we rode
higher and higher, he came closer and closer until he was pushed softly
against me from behind. I was scared so I stepped to the other side of
the elevator and tried to give him a scowl to show him I wasn't
interested. I looked directly at him and frowned, but he just broke
into a wide, handsome grin and winked at me. I felt that he could see
right through me. Right into my secret life, that is. He was younger,
maybe eighteen or nineteen, and extremely handsome. His knit shirt
showed off his hard muscles, and I started to go weak in the knees
right then and there. I looked down quickly to hide my embarrassment
and beginning lust.
"I can't think about that now. I can't think about that now," I kept
telling myself as I felt a flush of lust rise in my chest and my breath
came in shallower sips. I could even feel myself getting wet. That's my
problem. I love sex and have a hard time not thinking about it.
The young man started to come toward me again and I started backing
away until I ran into the wall of the elevator. Luckily for me we had
just reached the top floor and the doors opened. I looked up. The young
man looked me in the eyes and licked his lips then turned and walked
out.
I was hot and flustered. How was I going to manage to get through an
interview in this state? I wanted to find a bathroom and clean myself
up. I wanted to be alone for a few minutes to get a grip on my runaway
emotions.
I'm told I'm attractive. In fact most people describe me as a beautiful
blond with a body that attracts men like flies even though my breasts
are not overly large. But I am incredibly shy of my body and rarely try
to attract any attention. I dress in smart, tailored business suits.
Smart enough to instill confidence in my colleagues and my clients, but
sedate enough not to attract unwanted attention. At the same time I am
constantly thinking about sex and imagining what it would be like to be
fucked by almost every man I know. Even when waiting for a plane or
bus, I will mentally undress the men around me and imagine what it
would be like fucking them. I continually imagine throwing caution to
the wind and becoming a slut who fucks and sucks without a second
thought. My problem, of course, is that I not only have second
thoughts, but thirds and fourths. This was even after I was introduced
to wanton sex by Bob, my lover.
Bob was the young man in the elevator. He is 21 years old and works at
our firm doing odd jobs, delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy,
etc. He's strong and good looking. I think he must work out to have
such a build. His stomach is rock hard and his muscles bulge, making me
almost cream myself each time I see him. He is, by the way, not at all
hard to mentally undress since he wears such tight shirts and jeans
almost all the time. He is a brunette with flashing green eyes. God!
Just thinking about him makes me want to . . . But enough of that.
I constantly noticed Bob watching me during my first few weeks at work.
He would be walking through the office, or in the elevator, or in the
parking lot. It seemed that I was seeing him everywhere. After about
three weeks of working there we found ourselves alone in the elevator
again one morning.
"God, you're beautiful," Bob said. "Just looking at you makes my mouth
water."
I didn't know what to do. I almost passed out right there. My head was
spinning and I thought I was losing my balance.
"My name's Bob. Bob Fletcher. What's yours?"
"Ah. Sue. I mean, my name's Ms Johnson. I'm a lawyer." I lowered my
head and backed against the wall.
Bob laughed hard and bright. "Well. A lawyer. Listen, honey, I know
what you need. You want it, you gotta ask for it. Stay after work
tonight an' let me know."
Just then the elevator door open up and Phyllis Flat got on. Phyllis
and I were friends and even though we'd only known each other about two
weeks, she knew me well enough to realize something was wrong.
"Hey, Sue," she said. "What's a matter? You look all flushed. You
O.K.?"
"Yeah, I'm O.K.," I managed to say, half whispering half stuttering.
As the clock approached five, I felt worse and worse. I sat at my desk
but no work was getting done. I couldn't think straight. I knew I
wasn't going to stay late. I'd just go straight out the door at five.
No problem. That would be that. I was trying to leave all of my second
life behind. New job. New city. No one has to know. Please, God, help
me from letting it all start up again. I love it, God help me, but
please. . . .
At five to five as I walked out of my office to the water cooler, I saw
him standing beside the elevator, leaning against the wall and smiling
at me. I knew I was a goner. I had to stay. Yet I kept telling myself
that I'd walk right past him and just go out, but in my heart of
hearts, I knew I'd stay.
At five, Phyllis opened my door. "Hey, you coming? Can't work your
whole life."
"Oh, sorry, Phyllis. You go on. I got a bit more on this case. Don't
want to have to take it home with me."
Even then I told myself that I'd go. Just stay a few minutes. If I ran
into him, I thought, I'd tell him what's what. I'm not interested in
him or anything he's got. I rehearsed a dozen things I was going to say
and then promptly forgot them all immediately. I couldn't think
straight.
Five after the hour there was a knock on my door, then the handle
turned and he walked in.
"Well, sweet Sue. Bet we're going to have a sweet time." His smile
flashed as he softly closed the door.
"No. I mean, I don't know what you . . . I mean, what do you . . . Who
do you think . . . What do . . ." I stammered, absolutely unable to
think straight.
"You know exactly what I want. I want to turn you inside out. Make you
cum like the bunny you are. Give you something like you've never had
it. Ever. Make love to you so rich and full . . . . Well, what do ya,
say? Do we do? Or do we don't?"
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk. I lowered my head. "Do," was all I
said.
Bob walked around to my side of the desk. He grabbed me firmly by the
shoulders and stood me up. His hands shot to my breasts and roughly
felt them through the suit coat and shirt. His fingers found my braless
nipples and they immediately hardened to his touch.
"No, Bob! I can't. I mean. Jesus." I ground against him despite myself,
pushing my cunt against his jeans. I could feel a damn burst inside me
emotionally and, at the same time, I could feel myself flow inside.
Suddenly I realized what had happened. I was pissing! In my confusion,
I hadn't gone to the bathroom all afternoon and now I was pissing
myself! I was able to shut it off immediately, but still the front of
my skirt was wet.
"Oh, baby, pissing yourself, huh? What a lawyer! Sign of a real
professional. Pinch their clit and they piss themselves. Well, you
better take off that skirt, bitch. Hell, look at my jeans. You got me
wet too. We're going ta see about this."
But before he let me free, he pulled me roughly to him and mashed his
mouth against mine, grabbing my buns from behind and squeezing them. I
could feel his massive cock shoved against my cunt and I squirmed
against him, mashing my cunt and belly into his and moving in hot, hard
circles against him. God, I wanted it!
"Yeah, you're going to get it too!" It was as if he had read my mind.
"But first you gotta say hello to my friend." Bob ripped down his
zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock. He grabbed my hand and
brought it to his dick. I couldn't help but give it a soft squeeze. It
was lovely. Hot and hard and I felt it had my name written all over it.
I moaned and squeezed some more.
"Introduce yourself, babe. Personal like." He shoved me down to my
knees until I was looking directly at his big, beautiful cock. "Come
on, Sweet Sue, give it a lickity split. Pretend it's a banana."
I was still holding it and softly stroking it when I stuck out my
tongue and tasted its tip. The precum oozed out onto my tongue and then
I let my tongue go further and caress the bottom of the fat, swollen
head. God, I loved it. Every inch. Every lick. I just had to have it.
All of it. Ashamed as I was, I cupped my lips about the head and, still
stroking with my hand, swirled my tongue around and around, tasting the
sweet baby flesh, hot and warm, then I'd suck in and tickle the under
head with my tongue. Finally I let him sink in while grabbing his sweet
buns. And I had to see more and I pumped up and down on him so I opened
his belt and, pulling momentarily away, lowered his jeans and shorts
and stared at his muscular legs as he stepped out of his clothes. I
continued sucking his beautiful cock, feeling wicked and naked, fully
dressed in my professional garb while he stood there exposed.
I felt his ass tighten up and he began to spurt in me. Since I am shy,
I tried to pull back and away, but he grabbed my head and pulled me
down on him as he spurted into my mouth. I loved it! Nectar of the
gods. Hot, sweet sperm rolling around in my mouth and down my throat.
"Look out tummy," I wanted to say, but my mouth was full at the time.
"Goddamn! That was fine. Fine," Bob said as he pulled me to my feet and
shoved his still throbbing cock against the wet patch on my skirt. "Now
it's time to get outta these, bitch," indicating my skirt and blouse.
"But I have to go to the bathroom," I said, embarrassed.
"You going take a piss?"
"I have to urinate." I said, blushing to even say it in front of a man.
"Please," I pleaded with my eyes.
He seemed to relent, "Okay, honey, but make it quick. We ain't done.
Not by a LONG shot!"
When I got back from the bathroom, Bob was start naked laying on my
couch and pulling on his still hard cock. He didn't seem in the least
embarrassed to be masturbating in front of me. I couldn't believe it.
The he stood up and walked over to me. "Take off your clothes."
I did as he asked. slowly pulling down my skirt and stepping out of it,
then taking off my coat and blouse. I felt SO NAKED standing in front
of him in only my bra and panties, garter belt and stockings.
"What are you waiting for?" He asked while running one hand up and down
my side and continuing to masturbate with the other. Suddenly he pushed
his fingers against my cunt outside my wet panties, then stopped,
pulled away from me, pulled down my panties, then slid that wonderful
dick into my already hot, wet cunt. We fucked our way over to the couch
and I fell back on it. God it felt great as he stroked hard and long in
and out while crushing my mouth with his. He dug his hands into my
tight buttocks then suddenly grabbed my bra and pulled it down over my
tits. While still fucking me, he bent his head and sucked on one tit
while mauling the other.
He pumped faster and faster, bringing me to a series of orgasms until I
was shaking in an uncontrollable frenzy of delight as he pumped a hot
load of cum into me.
He lay still while I continued shaking and trying to pump beneath him
bringing myself to yet another orgasm.
He pulled out, then began to rub his wet cock all over my stomach and
tits, pulling himself over me and rubbing up and down. I've never felt
more naked or more alive. Skin to skin. In spite of my embarrassment, I
couldn't keep my hands off of him.
"Did I tell you true, or what? That was some fuck, huh?"
Embarrassed, I looked down at his cock, still hard, laying on my
stomach, "Ah . . . Yes. I mean . . . I mean, yes. I mean I loved it. I
really did. God! It was great. I mean , yes. I liked it. I like you. I
mean, I ah, love . . ."
"That's okay. I know what you mean," and he kissed me long and
tenderly. I melted right there. At that moment I knew I was his to do
with as he wished, and I wished he would wish a lot. And he did. Thank
God.
After work the following Monday, as I was preparing to leave the
office, Bob demanded a blow job. There was never any question of doing
what he said to do. I vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release
and satisfaction, and wanted more.
He pulled me into an empty office and pulled down his fly.
"Go fishin', bitch," he demanded. I set down my purse and started to
take off my hat and suit jacket.
"Leave the hat on! But take off that jacket, open your blouse and pull
out your tits"
I did as he asked, though I had to unsnap my bra first. He pulled me to
him and fingered both tits roughly.
"Oh, yeah, Baby. You're something. Nice tits, bitch."
Then he pushed me down and again demanded, "Pull it out and blow me.
Cunt."
I reached in but had a hard time pulling his dick out because it was so
hard and in at an awkward position.
"Fuck!" he said and pulled it out for me. I couldn't believe how great
it looked. I opened my lip and softly sucked the red head into my
mouth, swirling my tongue around the bottom.
"Do it, bitch!" and he grabbed my hair from the back of my head and
shove himself into me until he ran into the back of my throat. I was
gagging and coughing and crying, but he continued to ram into me,
occasionally pulling out and rubbing his dick all over my face,
spreading pre-cum and spit across my cheeks and ruining my make up.
When I finally felt him about to cum, I sucked harder and harder,
pulling his dick with my hand and sliding my other around him to cup
his ass. God, I was hot! And I wanted to drink him down. But he pulled
out at the last minute and squirted all over my face. I continued to
milk him until he stopped and licked and sucked him till he was clean.
I collapsed on the floor as he zipped up and walked out.
On Friday afternoon, Bob gave me his address and told me to be there by
noon on Saturday. I went, of course. I was his, and he knew it. We
fucked all day and into the night.
I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Bob around
the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday,
slut."
"Why do you have to talk so mean to me?" I asked.
"Sometimes mean an' sometimes not. You got an objection?"
"No, honey, I'll be here. I love you. I'll do whatever you want," and I
held him pushing against his hardness. I couldn't get enough.
"See you in the office after work on Monday, slut."
"I'll be waiting, Bob."
On the second Saturday, Bob wasn't alone when I arrived.
"This is my friend, Tom," smiled Bob.
Tom was a bit older than Bob, about 21, I thought. He was 5'10", had
thinning hair, and had a small paunch. But you could tell he had a lot
of upper body strength. He was probably a football player in high
school, I thought, maybe a lineman. He was wearing a blue striped tea
shirt and cutoffs. His legs was hairy and muscular.
I said hello to Tom and the three of us talked for a while. I couldn't
wait for him to leave, so Bob and I could get on with the fucking! I
get hot just being close to Bob.
Bob patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Tom you
would play strip poker with us."
I couldn't believe what I'd heard.
"I . . . I can't do that, Bob." I couldn't understand why Bob would say
that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.
"Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck out
of here. No more fun times with me."
I knew Bob was serious. I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it for
only a few seconds. I was not prepared to give up Bob's pleasures so
easily.
"Okay, Bob, I'll do as you ask."
With a huge grin, Bob walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. A
deck of card was sitting on the middle of the table. Tom walked over
and took a seat then licked his lips and looked at me. I lowered my
head and walked over.
Tom lost the first hand and, instead to taking off his shirt or shoes
and socks, he stood up and proudly unzipped his cutoffs. He wasn't
wearing any underwear! I was shocked and excited at the same time. His
hard dick jumped out and he slid down the cutoffs and sat back down.
"You like that?" Bob asked.
I lowered my head and nodded, then quickly shook my head "no." I could
feel myself getting very wet beneath the sheer black panties I had worn
for Bob's benefit.
I lost the next two hands and took off my heels and stockings. At
first, I tried to take off only one stocking, leaving my other attached
to the garter belt around my waist.
"Hell, it wouldn't be fair to Tom! Both stockings, bitch!"
I turned in my chair away from Tom, lifted my skirt above my stockings
and, one at a time unsnapped the garters and rolled down the stockings.
Tom and stood up and came silently around to watch me before I noticed.
In fact the first thing I saw was the bobbing white dick in front of
him. I turned red, but finished what I had begun.
"God!" Tom exclaimed, "Would you look at those legs!"
I turned back, tucking my legs under the table. Even though Tom was far
more exposed than I was, I felt as though I was stark naked in front of
a stranger.
Tom took another step toward me and put a hand on my knee. Then he
knelt down beside me and ran his hand up and down my calf, moaning and
cupping the calf in one hand and his dick in the other. I thought he
was going to jack off right there. I looked at Bob for help, but he
just sat where he was, grinning and shuffling the card. Then he started
dealing again.
Tom stood up and walked back to his seat, his boner bouncing before
him. "Wow," he said under his breath, looked at Bob and laughed. Bob
laughed back and continued dealing the cards.
I picked mine up, in part to cover my embarrassment. I had a good hand.
Two pair and an ace. I discarded the ace and ended up with a full
house.
Bob lost the hand and, like Tom, he took off his jeans. Like Tom, he
wasn't wearing any underwear and his dick popped out, hard and ready. I
couldn't restrain myself. I could only stare. It was longer than Tom's
and looked delicious. Tom had been watching me and laughed.
"You're are ready, aren't you?" Tom asked. I was too embarrassed to
answer and looked down again at my cards, even though the hand was long
over.
Bob stepped out of his jeans and walked around to my side of the table.
I watched his cock bouncing before him out of the corner of my eye.
"Say hello to your friend," he demanded when he finally stood before
me.
I looked more directly at his cock, still terribly embarrassed to be
doing this in front of his friend. "Hello," I weakly muttered.
"No, bitch!" he grabbed my hair and shoved his hard dick in my face,
"Say hello like you mean it."
I said hello louder and, as he pulled my head toward him, kissed the
red head of his dick. I could sense the cum in it welling up and could
see a clear drop gather on the head. I kissed it again, even after he
had let go of my head, lightly licking off the clear drop, then dropped
my head, embarrassed.
Bob laughed, walked back to his seat and dealt another hand. This time
I was dealt trash. I discarded three cards, but only managed to end up
with two fives. I was worried. Next, would come my white blouse. Then
Tom would see me in my bra. And besides that, I only had a skirt, black
panties and matching garter belt. But the men only had shoes and
shirts. Neither was wearing socks.
Tom had three of a kind and Bob had two pair.
I didn't set down my cards but froze looking down onto the table. I was
on the verge of tears, but at the same time I was terribly horny.
"What you got, bitch?" said Bob with a wide grin. He knew I had lost
the hand.
For a minute, I regretted everything. My long years of teasing cocks,
my affair with Bob, my entire double life. Everything. I laid down my
cards and slowly started to unbutton my blouse from the top down. When
I got near the waist, I had to push back my chair and pull out the
bottom of the blouse to continue. This exposed a portion of my bra for
the first time.
When Tom saw the black lace peak out from beneath my white blouse, he
gave a low whistle.
I finished unbuttoning my blouse and looked up at Bob pleadingly,
although I already know it wouldn't do any good.
"Alley-oop," Bob said.
Looking down, I pulled up front of my blouse, aware that in so doing my
tits strained against the bra as they pulled up and out. Then I slid my
blouse off of my arms and let it drop to the floor on one side. I
pulled my arms in close to my body, attempting to hide what I had just
exposed.
"No, no, Bitch. Sit up right!" Bob warned.
I straightened slightly, exposing more of my lace cupped tits. The
nipples stood out straight revealing my excitement to both men and
further embarrassing me. I only looked down at the table and continued
doing so even as Bob lost the next hand and, standing up, stretch to
take off his knit shirt. He was now naked except for his shoes, but I
didn't dare look at him.
Mercifully, Tom lost the next hand and, like Bob, removed his shirt.
When his eyes were covered with the shirt I looked at him. At his
beautiful white skin, his broad chest, and his hard white dick that
seemed to be mocking me. I could not suppress a soft moan that escaped
from my lips.
Realizing I had been caught, I looked again down at the table as both
men laughed.
The next hand was a disaster! I was dealt trash, discarded trash, and
ended up with trash. I was horrified. Both men laid down their hands,
both of which beat mine.
Now I must decide: skirt, bra, or garter. I was petrified! I couldn't
seem to move. If I took off the bra, Tom would see my beautiful tits. I
would be complete naked above the waist. If I removed my skirt, I'd
have to stand up, revealing more of my tits beneath the bra, and to
take it down. And then all I had on beneath it were panties and garter
belt. The panties were sheer. You could see my pussy hair beneath them,
but not the lips. If I took off the belt, I'd have to turn around, hike
up my skirt all the way, revealing my panties, unsnap the belt, and
pull it out.
I decided to go for the belt. I turned toward Bob's side of the table,
lifted my butt slightly off the chair while raising my skirt. Bob
watched with a big smile on his face, but when he saw my hands go for
the snap of the garter belt, he said, "No way, bitch. That doesn't
count. You're going to leave that on until we tell you differently."
By that time Tom had stepped back around the table, naked except for
his shoes. He saw my panties and smiled as he placed a hand on my upper
thigh. I was startled and gave an involuntary jump.
"Relax, honey," Tom said lowly, "I'm just checking things out." And he
let his hand roam up almost to the bottom of my panties. Despite myself
I spread my legs further apart as he came closer to my pussy, but he
just laughed and stood up.
"I told you she was a hot bitch, didn't I Tom?" Bob said to his friend.
"Now," he asked, "what's it going to be?"
That broke my trance. I quickly pulled my skirt back down, turned back
toward the table, and unhooked my front-snapped bra with trembling
hands. Shaking with fear and lust, I pulled the straps backward off my
shoulders fully exposing my smooth white tits capped with pink, hard
nipples.
"All right!" Tom said appreciatively and licked his lips.
Again, I foolishly tried to cover up as much as possible by hunching
forward and drawing my arms around in front of me, but Bob would have
none of it.
"For Christ's sake, he's already seen them. Sit the fuck up right."
I did, knowing I was blushing terribly. My tits stood out from my body
over the table, and both men stared.
Tom lost the next hand, stood up in my full view, kicked off his shoes.
I didn't look. I felt he was taunting me, and I wasn't going to let him
see my interest if I could help it although I burned inside to look. I
could only see his beautiful cock bouncing around out of the corner of
my eye.
The next hand was the worst I had all night. All low cards, no pairs.
Discarding three, I managed to pick up a pair of fives. But Tom had a
full house and Bob had a pair of eights. (I didn't even know why Tom
kept playing? What was going to happen to him if he lost, I wondered.)
I had no choice. I had to take off my skirt. Thinking back on it, I
guess I could have removed my panties beneath the skirt, trying not to
expose myself in so doing, but I didn't think of that then.
Looking down, I pushed my chair back and stood up. My hands, shaking,
fumbled at the buttons on the right side, and when I'd released them I
was shaking too hard to catch the skirt. It fell at my feet. I was
ready to cry out of frustration, fear, lust, and several other emotions
I cannot describe. So I just stood there, slightly slumped over, not
knowing what to do.
Suddenly I felt Tom's hand on my upper arm. He rubbed it up and down
softly, almost tenderly except for a squeeze now and then.
Here I was, almost naked, in a pair of sheer black lace panties which
barely covered my pussy and which allowed the bottom cheeks of my ass
to stick out and a black garter belt, standing in front of two naked
men, neither of whom was my husband. I wanted out, but at the same time
I was drawn deeper in. I even momentarily had an urge to finger myself
from outside my panties, but I restrained myself.
I sat back down. Through all my shame, I still wondered what Bob would
have Tom do if he lost the next hand. But Bob lost the next hand
instead and remove his shoes.
I knew it was going to happen eventually and it did. I lost another
hand. I looked at Bob pleadingly. But I could tell from the look in his
eyes that nothing was going to get me out of this one.
"Come here," Bob said as he stood up and walked over to the middle of
the living room.
"Bob . . ." I said, pleading with my eyes.
"Come here, I said."
So I stood up and walked slowly over to him, aware that my firm tits
slightly bounced with every step. I didn't dare look at Tom so I was
surprised when I felt him at my side, again rubbing my arm. I glanced
over, nervously and saw his hard dick sticking out. God I was horny!
And scared.
"Now take them off." Bob said. "Slowly."
I put both hands on the sideband of my black panties and slowly slid
them down my hips. I could hear Tom moaning as my blond pussy hair
slowly came into sight.
When I had gotten them midway down my thighs and had just started to
bend over to pull them all the way off, Tom said "Stop!"
I looked up at Bob and Bob nodded. Tom dropped to his knees in front of
me and, shoving his face into my tummy, grabbed the cheeks of my ass
and softly caressed them. While he rubbed his cheeks then his lips then
his cheeks across my belly, he moaned and let his hands fall down the
back of my legs, caressing the back of my thighs then my soft calves
then the back of my thighs, all the while careful not to pull my
panties any further down.
Finally his head went lower and he kissed my lower belly, just above
where my pussy fur began while kneading my ass cheeks harder and
harder. He shoved his chin down on my pussy. Despite myself, I pushed
back against him and a soft moan of yearning escaped my lips. He just
kept rubbing my ass, thighs and calves, turned his face and rubbed his
cheek up and down against my lower tummy and pussy.
Just as abruptly as he began, he stopped, stood up, and held me by the
shoulders at arms length, looking at my body up and down.
"I told you she had a great bod, didn't I?" Bob asked.
"You sure the fuck weren't lying, buddy," Tom said as he looked me up
and down. I tried to look away, then down, but when I looked down all I
could see was Tom's beautiful dick pointed at my belly button. "Great
tits," and with this Tom let go of my shoulders and cupped both tits in
his hand, "great ass" he knelt and cupped my ass, "firm belly" he
stroked my tummy softly, "and fantastic cunt" as both of his hand
played outside of my cunt.
I was almost choking with lust and humiliation. Tom hugged me, poking
his cock into my belly and rubbed it around. I couldn't seem to catch
my breath. Then he stood back. "OK, you can take your panties all the
way off."
I bent over, feeling Bob's cock poke one cheek of my ass, and pulled my
panties down until they fell off. Then stepped out of them and stood
still. Here I was, naked except for a garter belt standing in front of
two, horny, naked men. I started shaking.
"Time for the next hand," Bob announced and walked over to the table.
Tom followed. I could not move. I was trembling with shame and
excitement. Afraid of what was going to happen next and dying for it at
the same time. I felt cold and empty and was actually shaking.
"Come on, honey; it gets better." Bob said.
I walked over to the table and sat down, slightly surprised by the cold
metal of the chair. I didn't know what was going to happen to the next
person who lost a hand, but I should have guessed.
I could barely play my cards since I was so scared, but I managed to
get three sixes. Tom only had a pair of tens. Bob had two pair.
"O.K.," bitch, it's your choice.
"What . . . what do you mean?" I stammered.
"You've got the high hand and Tom's low. You can make him do anything
you want."
"What?" I asked.
"Well, you can't injure him, but you can make him do anything you want.
Only not to me, you know. I'm not into that stuff."
"I don't want him to do anything." I said, which was not really true.
Maybe I could have said I wanted him to leave so I could fuck Bob, but
that would have been even more untrue.
"You want him to eat you? Fuck you? Jack off in front of you? What?"
"Ah, no. I mean no. Yes." I stammered like a fool. "Maybe jack off,
O.K.?"
"Hell, if that's what you want, sure baby, " Tom said, "I'll jack off.
But you gotta give me some inspiration. Sit up on the table with your
legs apart.
I looked at Bob, but he only nodded. "Give him something good to see,
baby. Let him see your sweet snatch."
"But I thought I could have him do anything for ME."
"Oh, shut up and get up on the table."
As Tom got up holding his cock in his hand, I stood and climbed up onto
the table and slightly spread my legs. "Wider." Said Bob. "Wider."
I opened them as wide as I could and still keep my balance.
Tom stood in front of me grinning and stroking himself. "Here, spit in
my hand, baby." he said holding his right hand out to me. But I
couldn't spit. My mouth was totally dry. All I could do was watch him
stroke himself and gulp. Tom looked directly at my pussy and moaned
while pulling up and down on his beautiful cock.
After a few minutes, Tom abruptly stopped. "Wanta save this for later,"
he said.
"Next hand" announced Bob.
This time I lost and Tom won.
"This is it, baby. Now you get fucked!" Sen said as he laid down on the
carpet. "Put it here," he said pointing to his cock. "You put it in!"
I hesitated, but Bob said "Put out or get out. And you won't be coming
back!"
So I walked over to Tom, put my feet on either side of his hips, thus
exposing my pussy lips to his hungry gaze, and slowly lowered myself. I
reached between my legs and grabbed his hard cock. God it felt good.
But I was still trembling. I couldn't seem to stop. And my eyes filled
with water. Probably fear, lust and sham, all wrapped up together. I
could feel that hard cock in my hand. I could feel it pulsing with
need. Chickening out, I pushed up cunt down onto his stomach, letting
go of his cock, but then reaching it from behind and shameless pumping
on it as I squirmed, pushing my pussy all over his belly and chest. I
was so horny that I made whimpering noises with as I scooted over his
naked belly. He grabbed my tits and pressed them together then let his
hand slide down to my hips and pulled me to his mouth, sticking his
tongue far inside me with one quick thrust and swirling it around
inside, then shoving me back down toward his cock.
Then I knew I had to have it. I raised myself, grabbed the base of his
dick, and slowly lowered myself. But again my shyness overcame my lust
momentarily and I chickened out. I pushed down, rubbing the length of
his cock against my pussy lips, up and down, up and down, teasing both
of us almost to distraction. Tom was rubbing my thighs and grabbing and
rubbing my soft tits.
Finally I couldn't take it any more. I raised back up and lowered
myself right over his cock. As I felt the tip of his dick touch my
opening, I whimpered and began shaking with lust. I moaned loudly and
the cock head push against the tight, wet opening, then even louder as
it crossed the threshold. Slowly I lowered myself further and further,
taking in all of his hot length.
Tom's hands grabbed my hips and I sunk down on his cock and he began
thrusting up until I was stabbed to the very depth. Now I couldn't stop
myself. I pulled up and pushed down, feeling that cock, beautiful cock
slide out and in, out and in. Tom grabbed at my tits and ass, thrusting
up and down in time with me. He managed to pull me down on him and
sucked on my tits.
"Oh, honey. Look at these tits. So fucking good. Smooth juicy tits. And
your fucking ass. I'm going to fuck you in your beautiful ass. Look at
these pink nipples. Like they ain't never been kissed." And he sucked
and pulled as I rode up and down and up and down, grabbing his head,
his hair, running my hands up and down his sides, my trembling now
turned into uncontrollable shaking with hot lust. Never feeling so
ashamed and fulfilled at the same time until he grabbed me around my
lower back and drilled harder and harder into me and finally let loosed
a hard, hot stream of cum. I could feel its hot wash deep inside.
And we lay there, together, shaking with lust and exhaustion. calming
down, then shaking some more, then calming. I rolled my hips around
trying to feel more and more of him.
Then lay still.
I had lost all sense of where I was and what I was doing, until I heard
Bob applauding behind me.
"Fuckin' great. That was great." Then, "time for another hand."
I was almost too weak to walk but managed to pull myself up and stagger
over to the table. Tom was also weak. I looked down but gave him a shy
smile as he sat.
"While you two were balling your brains out, I called George," Bob
said. "Thought we'd make things more interesting."
Oh, no! I thought. I can't handle it anymore! This is too much!
