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 The Classified Ad 7 (MFf humil) by Foxbat


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   The Classified Ad 7 (MFf humil) by Foxbat



   I had just finished doing my dinner dishes when Will let himself in. 
I'd given him a key several weeks ago in hopes that he might surprise me
sometime.  We were still on the once-a-week schedule - I think mostly
because it was yet another humiliation.  It let him give me the illusion
that he had six other girls, that I was only a small part of his life,
undeserving of more of his attention.  For my part, I never asked directly
to see more of him because I was worried that it might ruin the magic.  If
I demanded too much, he might never come at all.

   But that's not to say I didn't know how much our sessions meant to him.
I was fairly certain that he spent each week anticipating our evening
together in the same way I did.  Some nights were planned and elaborate,
but some were also very improvised.  Last week, for example, he was waiting
for me to get out of the shower when he found a thing of my lipstick out on
the counter.  When I came out, he marked up my body, designating exactly
where cocks should be inserted and what each part of me was good for.  When
he ran out of space, he made me kneel on the floor and fucked my face,
brutally and deeply, until he came on my face.  I was allowed masturbate
myself to orgasm, my legs spread wide, my head still locked between is
legs, his balls in my mouth.

   I thought this weekend would be much the same.  Will was earlier than
usual, so I hadn't had a chance to shower.  He kissed me roughly and
manhandled my breasts just to tease me.  He told me to go shower, but to
put on a blindfold before I left the bedroom.  He said we might be having a
guest.

   ***

   I showered, making sure I was clean everywhere he might inspect.  I
removed the last two days' worth of stubble from my pussy, so it would be
hairless and smooth.  When I came out, I picked a red scarf and tied the
blindfold.  I'd learned earlier not to cheat.

   Guided by memory and touch, I walked hesitatingly out of the bedroom,
naked save the blindfold, feeling my way into the living room.  I had taken
two steps towards the middle of the room when I heard his voice, very near,
commanding me to stop.  There was a pause, and then *CRACK* he slapped me
across the face.  I felt my face flush as blood rushed upwards, but I
didn't touch my face.  I guess he wanted to make sure I didn't flinch and
that the blindfold was in place.  But I felt very vulnerable, standing
naked and blind.  I heard him move back the couch and sit.

   "Show us your cunt."

   I turned so my back was towards him, spread my legs, and bent slowly at
the waist.  I reached back with my hands to spread my ass cheeks.

   "Tell us what it's good for."

   I thought for a moment, imagining a crowd of people in the room
watching, seeing me in this position and about to hear my confession of
sluttiness.

   "This cunt likes to be fucked, especially by your cock.  It is always
horny and often wet."

   "Show us your other two holes and tell me what they're good for."

   I shifted my hands further up on my ass cheeks.

   "This is your worthless slut's asshole.  It also likes being fucked by
your cock."

   I turned around, and knelt, keeping my legs apart.  I opened my mouth
and spoke without fully closing it, causing my consonants to distort and my
vowels to run together.

   "-is is -our shluss's mouth....  it is good -or -ucking -oo."

   There was a pause and then I felt something cold and rubbery hit me.  I
felt around on the floor for it - it was a latex dildo.

   "Fuck yourself, slut.  So we can see how dirty you are and how little
self-control you have."

   I slowly pushed the cold rubber into my pussy which was drenched in
anticipation.  I shivered, imagining it was a real cock, imagining it was
against my will, imagining that all sorts of people were watching.  Will
liked to play mind games and often whispered into my ear as he fucked me
about how everyone would see what a whore I was - how my friends, my
family, my church were watching me - so the use of the plural didn't
particularly bother me.

   After a few minutes, I was close to orgasm.  My hands moved between
stimulating my clit and playing with my breasts.  I knew I had to ask
permission to come and I was trying to assemble the necessary request when
Will said, "stop."

   He commanded me to stand and approach the couch.  My legs were wobbly as
I tried to keep them pressed together so the dildo wouldn't fall out.  I
stopped when I felt his hand on me, gently exploring my folds around the
dildo.  He slowly pushed the dildo back inside as I spread my legs to
accommodate him.  I felt his other hand gently pinching my clit and pulling
on my labia.  I'd always been somewhat self-conscious and embarrassed about
my fleshy inner labia and Will loved to pull on them, treating them as a
external manifestation and symbol of my inner whore.

   I was rapidly approaching orgasm as the dildo was pistoning up into me
and abuse of my clitoris and lips continued.  I could hear Will whispering
dirty epithets to me as hands tweaked my rock-hard nipples and squeezed my
breasts.  I was just stuttering out my plea to orgasm when I felt a finger
push into my asshole.  My body was on fire and my mind obliterated by the
sensations.  It felt like a thousand hands were molesting me out of the
dark simultaneously in a blur of pleasure.

   I cried out as I orgasmed, struggling to remain standing as the hands
continued their assault.  It was in the midst of the second wave of my
orgasm that I realized the hand-plurality was not imaginary but real. 
Before my rational mind could process this, I tripped over into another
mind blowing orgasm.

   ***

   The next thing I remember was hearing a woman's voice saying, "You
weren't kidding when you told me how slutty this cunt is."

   I was lying on the floor, and I felt Will's hand pulling my head up by
my hair, saying "Slut - this is my good friend Claudia.  I thought you
might enjoy her participation one evening, and I can see I was right."

   Through the post-orgasmic haze it finally sunk in that another girl had
not only watched me show off each of my orifices and ask to be fucked, but
had also brought me to a humiliating orgasm and watched that as well.  For
a moment I felt anger towards Will swell up in me - how dare he bring in
someone else and expose me.  The anger subsided though, as I realized how
he had merely been fulfilling a fantasy of mine, one we had discussed on
numerous occasions.  I probably didn't know this Claudia and would probably
never see her again.  And besides, the whole thing was over.

   Will still had his hand in my hair.  "What do you say to the nice lady
who helped you get off," he asked.  I mumbled a thank-you.

   Which was apparently not the right answer.  Will pulled harder on my
hair, prodding my chest with his shoe.

   "Thanks is the best you can come up with?  Don't you think that's kind
of rude after all she did for you?  Hm?"

   I didn't know quite what he wanted me to say.

   "Don't you think you should ask her if there's anything you can do for
her?  Wouldn't that be more polite?"

   I could hear the snear and smile in his voice.  I asked, albeit with
hesitation and reluctance, "Miss Claudia, is there anything I can do for
you?"

   I heard her respond, as she hitched her dress up making a rustling
sound: "Yes you can, you dumb bitch.  You can fucking eat my box out right
now.  God I'm horny..."

   Her voice was rich with confidence and entitlement, low and husky,
saturated with lust.  I knew Will was waiting for my response.  I tried to
shake my head that I didn't want to, to signal to him that things were
going to far.  I wasn't a lesbian, or even really bi, and I found the
thought of performing cunnilingus on another woman mildly revolting.

   I felt his hand tighten on my hair a moment before the slap landed. 
Unlike the one that tested my blindfold, this one was heavy and meant
business.  There's that moment of disorientation after a slap lands before
your body can respond, and in that brief second his hand and slid down to
my nipple which he was now twisting hard as his thumb nail dug in
painfully. I heard him hiss in my ear, in that voice that demands absolute
obedience where each word is individually punctuated, "You.  Will.  Ask. 
Her.  To.  Let.  You.  Eat.  Her.  Cunt."

   Never had he said anything so forceful before, such a raw order.  Before
I could answer, he slapped me hard again and released my nipple.  I touched
my face where the blows had landed.  I was sitting on the floor of my
living room, naked and blindfolded, about to have my first sexual
experience with another woman.

   I pictured myself, on my knees with my face buried in this strange
woman's crotch, with Will looking on, wondering if I could really do it. 
My face still stung from where Will had hit me.  I shifted my weight and
became suddenly aware of the renewed wetness between my legs.

   FUCK.  I felt my face turning red as my body's betrayal sank in.  I felt
like Will would know for sure, that he and my body had conspired against
me.

   My words came out all trembly and sounded pathetic against everyone
else's confidence.  "This slut would like to go down on you, Miss Claudia."

   ***

   I crawled forward, unable to see my destination with the blindfold still
in place.  I could smell the muskiness before I felt her hands on my head,
guiding my forward.  My nose brushed with public hair, and I tentatively
extended my tongue and was surprised when it met only more pubic hair.  I
shifted lower, thinking I was too high.  With an exasperated sigh of
impatience, Claudia grabbed my hair and jammed my head forward.  I felt my
nose sink into her very wet folds.

   "Start licking, you cunt," she growled.

   I stuck my tongue out again, feeling the groove of her labia and tracing
upwards trying to find the nub at the top.  I ran my tongue back and forth
over her clit, trying not to lose it as I heard her breathing become
labored.  I pushed a finger into her vagina, working it slowly in and out
in time with my tongue flicks.

   She muttered quiet encouragements: "That's right you whore...  get move
that tongue...  good little lesbo..."

   I was slowly becoming aroused (consciously, that is, since my body had
long since made its position clear).  I thrilled a little bit with each
dirty name she called me, and I pictured Will looking on.  I still didn't
like the idea of rug munching, but I liked the fact that I was depraved,
desperate, enough to be doing it.  That I had so little willpower that I
could be made to.  That I was such a slut, I would even lick pussy just to
get my fix from Will.

   I could feel her pubic hair in my mouth as she moaned and ground against
my face.  I could also feel the breeze against my own, freshly shaved,
pussy.  The symbolism was not lost on me: my bare shaved pussy was an
external sign of my internal sluttiness - my eager willingness to get
fucked by anyone who would; her hairy pussy told the world she could get
laid in spite of her not shaving.

   I felt her legs close around my head as I continued to work my finger in
time with my tongue.  I alternated between swirling around her clit and
taking long strokes up her slit, dragging my tongue through her sensitive
wet folds.  I suspected she might be close to coming.

   I spread my legs wider, feeling my own labia open slightly.  I couldn't
hear anything now because of Claudia's legs, and being so open and
vulnerable, especially since I didn't know where Will was exactly, was
exciting.  I was tempting him to fuck me as I humiliatingly serviced
Claudia.

   He must have moved earlier, because, with no warning whatsoever, I was
fully penetrated in a single stroke.  I screamed into Claudia's pussy as
Will began hammering away at my pussy, driving me forward with hard,
forceful strokes.  My nose was jammed against her pubic bone as I ground my
tongue against her clit.

   Claudia's legs spasmed as she came, giving me momentary clips of sound -
the sloppy slurping sound of her and Will ravenously kissing above me.  In
that moment, my enjoyment of being fucked was overridden by a feeling that
I was just some big fucktoy for the two of them, a mutual masturbation aid,
a human condom.  I came hard at the idea of being used like that, of being
such a whore that my only use was for other's pleasure, of two people
knowing together how cheap and weak I am.  I thrashed against Claudia, no
longer trying to satisfy her, as my breath came in ragged gasps reeking of
cunt drawn between the seal my face had made with her wet labia.

   I came again as Will slowly but firmly invaded my asshole, stopping at
full penetration to release his load.  The world exploded in sharp colors
as the sensation of fullness combined with my lack of breath intensified
the experience.







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