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You know what happened to me the other night? I went out drinking with Jill, a friend of mine, and we ran into some guys we know. We sat around drinking and talking for a long time. I don’t drink much, and after a while I was really, really drunk and feeling funny. I suspect that there was something potent other than alcohol in that drink.

I asked Jill to take me home, but she asked me to wait. In a few minutes I realized that I couldn’t move a muscle, not even to open my eyes. Jill looked at me and said, “Oh, shit! Karen’s passed out cold. Well, I’ve got to take her home. Help me get her to the car.” Jill wasn’t exactly sober herself. She wasn’t far from joining me collapsed in a chair. I was hoping she wouldn’t try to drive, but I didn’t want to stay here.

Finally one of the guys suggested that they drive us home. One guy would take Jill’s car and take her home. The other guy would take me home in his van, then drive over to pick up his friend. Had Jill not been drunk, she wouldn’t take these strangers up on their offer, but not wanting to wake up her brother to come get us, she agreed. I didn’t like this idea, but I had no way of expressing my opinion. One of the guys picked me up in his arms and walked out carrying me. He put me in the back of his van, and we drove off. After he had driven for about twenty minutes, he tried to wake me up. After about five minutes he gave up trying. He drove for about ten minutes more, and I knew I was in trouble. He turned off his engine, and it was real quiet. No city noises, just crickets chirping.

We were out in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I felt a hand on my thigh as my dress was raised up over my waist. He gasped. I cursed myself for having worn the sheer pink panties I had on. You could see every hair, every detail of my pussy through them. Maybe he would just look, jerk off, then take me home. No such luck. I felt his hands slide down my hips as he took my panties and pulled them down to my ankles and off my feet. Then I felt both hands on my thighs as he spread them apart as far as they would go. I still hoped he would get his rocks off by looking. But then I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips. I hoped he wouldn’t stick anything in me, because my twat was bone dry. All he was doing, though, was rubbing my clit. I could take that if he didn’t get too heavy handed. Although I was paralysed, my body responded.

I felt my cunt get wet and my clit begin to get stiff. That was great. My body had as much as given him a written invitation. After he had me good and wet, he stuck two fingers in my hole, twisted them around, and started finger-fucking me while he continued to massage my clit. This wasn’t as bad as I dreaded.

My juices had me good and wet, so I was lubricated for his fingers. The finger-fucking continued forever, it seemed like. He kept thrusting and jamming his fingers in me. Then he added another finger, then another. I would be sore in the morning, not from the friction, but he was stretching the hell out of me. I wouldn’t have thought I could take three fingers, much less four. I was just hoping he wouldn’t go overboard and try to go all the way with five fingers and try to fist-fuck me. Finally I felt the first tingle of an orgasm building.

My body was betraying me. I didn’t want this, I didn’t want his fingers in me, and I most certainly didn’t want an orgasm from it. No luck, however. I felt a wrenching wave emanate from my twat and radiate over my whole body. Before that wave had dissipated, another one came, then another and another. Each wave was stronger than the one before. Such orgasms normally would have had me screaming and gasping, but I still couldn’t so much as twitch a muscle.

Finally, the last orgasm rolled over me. I thought I would blow my ovaries out through my tightly filled fuckhole. I’ll have to admit, though, his timing was perfect. At the precise moment of my last orgasm, he withdrew his fingers with a sucking popping noise. My hole felt cold on the INSIDE! My cunt had been stretched so wide that it didn’t close when he pulled his fingers out. My pussy was ruined for life. I hoped he was finally finished with me, but boy, was I wrong! I hadn’t thought of the point that, with both hands busy on my cunt, he hadn’t had the chance to get his own rocks off. He rolled me over onto my stomach, spread my legs, and slid a cushion under my hips. My asshole was exposed this way, what with my ass cheeks spread. I felt a little insistant prod at my asshole, which was good and tight. But, I felt something push past the initial tightness and slide it’s way easily into my rectum.

It had to be his finger, greased with something. After he wiggled his finger in my ass and finger-fucked me for a few seconds, I realized what he was doing. He was greasing me up for something big. I had never had any guy express any interest in my ass before. And except for one incident in my childhood when, out of curiousity, I stuck my own finger in my ass during a night-time exploration, I was an anal virgin. I figured that was about to end. I guess I was no longer fearing or hoping anything except that I could take his dick or whatever he was going to stick up my ass. I just wanted him to hurry and finish up without hurting me and take me on home.

I felt his weight on my back, and felt something huge poking at my anus. It spread my tight little hole wider and wider. I thought that I would split wide open, but surprisingly enough, his pole just slipped right in. His grease job worked well enough, but he was huge, though. I thought he would never quit sliding in his rod. He was going deeper and deeper. Why couldn’t he have a little dinky prick like all the guys I’ve ever been in the sack with? Finally, I felt his hips slam against my ass cheeks. That meant he was all the way in. I guessed now my cunt wasn’t the only thing stretched out of shape. The bad part was, I liked it! Like I said, I was an anal virgin.

I never thought that there could be any pleasure in getting rammed from behind like this. After a couple of slow strokes, he started pumping with a vengeance. His balls slapped against my cunt. Although I had expected the tightness of my ass to make this painful, it didn’t happen. The reaming I was getting didn’t hurt at all. As a matter of fact, like I said, I was starting to get to like anal sex. My body was beginning to flood with a warm, deliciously full feeling. His tool easily slid in and out. I was getting jostled and shaken with each stroke, getting shoved across the floor of his van. If I could have moved, I don’t think I would have.

I was afraid if I moved, it WOULD hurt. Finally, as luck would have it, just as I felt the first twinges of my first anal orgasm begin to develop, he groaned, jammed his tool into my ass, held it in and tried to grind it in even deeper, pulling on my hips the whole time. I felt his pole spasming, hosing my bowels down with his gush of come
Then he just relaxed and laid on top of me. His prick softened, shrank, and whatever residual tightness my violated ass had left squeezed him out. I was frustrated with this. I had changed my mind about an orgasm.

As little as I wanted this anal rape, I would have at least liked to have gotten an orgasm from it. He finally put my clothes back on me, and took me home. He put me on my bed at my apartment, clothes and all still on me. One thing, though. Before he left, he raised my skirt, reached down in my panties, stuck his fingers between my cuntlips, and gave my clit one last caress. I fell asleep shortly after that. When I woke up the next morning, I remembered my anal pleasure and my anal almost orgasm.

I finished myself off, anally speaking, with a huge dildo Jill gave me as a gag gift. I use that dildo in my ass a lot now. I have seen the light of anal sex!

The phone conversation had been short but the message had been interesting enough to get her warmed up. Her Master was bringing a friend, a stranger to her, home to share their play tonight. She hoped her hardening nipples did not show through her blouse or that anyone guessed she was getting wet between her legs. Her Master was bringing someone new for her o satisfy along with him. She wondered all day about what he would have her do, what they would do to her that night.

She arrived home early and undressed, waiting as directed in the play room. The play room was a sizeable, well heated room of mats, leather padded furniture, and various kinds of toys used for the pleasure they sought. The girl had served many men and women in this room and had endured much pleasure and pleasure/pain. Each time it was different as each of life’s experiences are different for those who know where to look and how to look.

The girl sat in the dimly lit room, the light of candles playing across her taught, strong body, clothed only in a thin gold chain around her waist. She waited with anticipation and was tempted to touch herself, to rub her clit and pinch her nipples as she waited for the men. She did so momentarily but remembered that her pleasure was greatest when she waited to take her pleasure at her Master’s hands and under his knowledge.

The men arrived on time and entered the playroom accompanied by the music and the candlelight. She knew to greet the Stranger and she went to him, looking into his eyes and running her fingers up and down his chest. She licked his nipples and then kissed him softly. Then she looked to her Master who smiled warmly and motioned toward the wall.

They stood the Stranger against the warm, padded wall and placed his wrists in leather thongs firmly attached to the wall. His arms were now held above his head.

She looked again to the Master who smiled, looked down at the man’s semi-erect cock and then to the Girl. “Make him feel excruciating pleasure while I watch. Make him beg for release. Serve him well and I will be pleasured also.”

She began by pressing her nude body against his, close against the wall. Licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders as her hard breasts brushed against his chest. She leaned forward and bit his ears and kissed him hard and long on the mouth. Her tongue let him know its skill and what it would do to him shortly. The Girl moved slowly downward, licking his chest and biting his nipples as she dropped to her knees. By the time she reached his cock he was almost hard.

Her tongue ran up and down the underside, and then the other surfaces of his warm rod. She looked up at him and saw his approval and then over to her Master, who was slowly stroking his cock in voyeuristic delight. She held the cock tightly in her hand and began to slurp and suck just the head, being careful not to go any further. Her tongue licked the tiny slit at the end and traced invisible wet lines around the edge.

She looked up at him again and saw the pleasure building in his face.

The Girl took his cock in her mouth and began to suck in earnest. Slow strokes taking more and more of his warm rod into her mouth, lips holding and caressing him. Saliva building until slurping and sucking sounds could be heard clearly above the quiet background music.

The Stranger was very high now and after looking into his glazed eyes again, she began to deep throat him. Hers was a communication with her subject with his eyes and the tremors through his body telling her much about what he felt and what he needed for his satisfaction.

The Master watched all of this with a smile, applying oil to his cock and continuing to stroke its full length, slowly but without ever stopping. The clue, he had learned long ago, was to escalate pleasure until it is pain or almost so, and not to let the subject decide when he or she receive relief. Another must do that. He had taught her how to do that to men; how to make herself a true instrument of pleasure. She would do that for this man and later they would both do the same to her, in the ways she needed.

He gained satisfaction not just in teaching her and deriving pleasure from her, but in watching her pleasure others. So many men are only boys, still making snide remarks among themselves about what they had experienced the night before or drooling over crass girly magazines. For them sex was still dirty, something of the schoolyard even though they might be decades older. For him, and for the Girl, pleasure was life, a continuing work of art, an expansion of the mind and senses to offset the foolishness of day to day existence.

And as he watched hew realized all over again what an artist she was. Watching her was like watching a great dancer. Her lips and mouth on his cock, the expressions on her face, the careful movement of hands and fingers. She knew how to play men like instruments. He saw the strong muscles of her back and legs and the long dark hair down her back. He heard the smacking and slurping sounds as she sucked this man into oblivion and it was more enticing than most music. Months before he had had a video camera system installed in the play room. Everything they all did that night would be recorded and at another time she would suck him while he watched it all over again.

Now she was stroking his cock long and hard while she licked his balls. The Stranger was showing signs of losing control and she must watch him closely as he neared his point of saturation. She stopped, looked up into his eyes and clamped her strong fingers around the base of his cock. The Stranger cringed and begged her not to stop. The Master smiled as she looked to him. After the Stranger had cooled down a bit she sat back on her haunches and began to slowly finger herself as he watched. She looked directly into his eyes as she worked herself. He squirmed, unable to finish himself off.

Finally she leaned forward again and began sucking him again. Her mouth met the contours of his rock hard penis, tonguing the sensitive spots, letting him feel her throat and then stopping again when he got too close.

Then she sat back again and ran two fingers against her clit and into her vagina for his and her Master’s enjoyment. She looked at her Master who had been stroking himself and maintaining control throughout. She wondered what he would do. When the Stranger came would we walk the two steps over, bear her face before him and come on it?

She turned her attention back to the Stranger who was rapidly crossing the border between pleasure/pleasure and pleasure/pain. Nothing she had done was painful in the usual sense of the word, quite the opposite. But she knew how to prevent him from gaining his release and that was causing him much distress and the tension built in his balls and cock, in his heart and lungs and in his legs. He could not be still now and the Master warned him that if he were not still he would never order her to finish him off.

The ceremony had gone on for an hour now. The Stranger was holding in place but was shaking and crying in pleasure/pain. She was especially hot to him now, asking him in a soft voice if he wanted to come on her. Blowing hot breath against his cock and balls. Slurping loudly as she sucked him and licking his balls as she deep throated him and buried her nose in his pubic hair at the end of a long slow stroke.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Master nod slightly in signal.

She reached behind him and stuck a wetted finger in the Stranger ass and quickly inserted it up to the second knuckle. She began to stroke his cock swiftly in tip to base strokes, the wet cock making shlapp! sounds each time she did so. The Stranger shook even more now, so much so that she thought he might pass out. And then he began to thrash about wildly in his bonds and scream. heading snapping to and fro.

His cock had been pointed slightly upward and the cum which had been building up in larger and larger quantities during his ordeal suddenly spurted in gobs across the gap to her neck, breasts and chin. As soon as the first spurt was out she devoured him quickly, buried his quivering rod in her mouth and then her throat. Sucking him hard and long until he was dry… and still. The Stranger cried in relief. The Master still stood, muscles distended but still in control of himself, and the performance.

After a period of time the Stranger had regained some measure of composure and was released from his bonds. No sooner had he been released than the Master supervised the Girl’s tying.

Using the same leather thongs attached to the wall she was positioned almost standing with her hands spread against the wall and her legs spread as well. Among policemen the world over this is commonly know as “the position” subjects assume against a wall while they are searched. Facing a wall, the individual is bent slightly with legs spread and hands spread flat and apart on the wall. Only the Girl’s hands were tied to the wall and the position ensured that although her legs were not tied, she had very limited freedom of movement.

The Stranger knelt between her legs now in front of her, his back to the wall and began to eat her. Soon she would find one of the reasons why the Master had brought this particular man along tonight. He could do to her what she had just done to him… and with equal skill.

He licked her slit and sucked roughly on her clit as a finger was inserted inside her. After a period of watching the Master approached and stuck one of his fingers into her ass and fucked her with his finger as she squirmed against her bonds.

The Master moved to her side and pulled gently on her nipple rings and then took two pieces of twine and tied them to the rings. The lines were then run to the wall through two separate rings attached to the wall. At the end of each line the Master tied a small weight. A small lead weight like a fishing sinker, except these were encased in black velvet. In this way, there would be a constant tug on her nipples and if she moved sharply the weights would be pulled and bounce and tug a bit more. They would be like two extra hands pinching her nipples as the Master used his own hands elsewhere.

The Stranger ministrations and the weights on her nipples had placed the girl in a state of escalating pleasure, frustrated by the position which prevented her from moving too much and posed a challenge to her strong back and legs. Both the Stranger and the Master were enjoying watching her squirm and watching her fine muscles stand out against the tension of her position.

The Master began to softly stroke her ass and back, massaging the well toned and tanned muscles, fingering her anus.

And then he slapped her across the ass. Smoothing her ass and then, slap! And again, slap! Now she had to contend with real pleasure/pain. The expert tongue on her cunt and a finger exploring her vagina. The weights on her nipples and now her Master’s spanking. He continued until her ass was red.

He then began to lick it. Slowly all over. The cheeks, her anus, everything. She had to continue squirming being probed and worked on all sides. And then she felt the soft tip of her Master large cock at the entrance of her vagina. A second later he had sunk into her up to his balls. She was suddenly filled. She felt his strong legs against the back of hers.

The passion that had built in him as he had watched her suck the Stranger and as he had watched the Stranger cause her to squirm in her bonds was now directed through his fucking. He slid in and out of her with long strokes while the Stranger continued the dance of his tongue on her clit and the weights pulled on her nipples.

The Master reached around and forward and taking the placed of the weights, took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed hard. She inhaled sharply. He continued fucking her hard and fast. The room filled with their animal sounds. She came again and again and she knew that her pressure would be that the Master might not let her rest, that he would keep her coming until she collapsed against the wall or until he was ready to satisfy himself.

They continued, the three of them as the perspiration ran down her lovely muscled back and as her juices ran down her legs and over the Stranger’s face. Sweat had broken out on her brow and the salty liquid stung her eyes as it dripped down her face. She sounded like an animal in heat, breathing like a marathon runner. The sensations came from her cunt, her nipples and her clit and there was also the strain from her legs and back which had been building from the position they were in.

The Master motioned to the Stranger to pick up the dildo nearby and the plastic cock replaced the real one as the Master stood back momentarily. The Stranger was now running the dildo in and out of her as he licked her clit. The Master poised himself and placed his cock at her ass. Slowly he entered her and when he had done so he moved his hips in a rotating motion along with the penetrations and withdrawals. The tightness was what he wanted and as he reached forward again to pinch her nipples he could feel the cum flowing from his balls, finally being welcomed by his self control.

She was coming again and he decided to join her. Grunted and burying his face in her wet back, he came in her ass as she bucked violently against him. Their screams came in unison and her body tensed once more.

Bonds released, the three lay on the mat like athletes just having completed a hard one game. Panting, in a pile and slumped against each other to take in the smells and tastes and each others warmth.