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o This part of my collection offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o
o betical directories. o
o I don't believe in categorizing things. "I don't want to o
o be typed therefore I don't type things myself." I think it's o
o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Black(maled) - 5 (MF, nc, intr)
BBS Rusty & Eaddies (c) 1989
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Part 5 - ROWS
"Damn it!" Ann said, completely frustrated with herself.
She wasn't perturb because this was another mistake she made on the computer
terminal. No, Ann was angry because the itching and moisture coming from her
pussy was getting worse. She'd done nothing but squirm and wiggle in her chair
since coming to work this morning. She knew why she was this way, and was
reluctant to admit it, but admit she did. After the other day with her
boyfriend and his boss, Ann decided to go along with Sam's blackmail. It made
her jumpy and uneasy, though. How could she be so turned on by the idea of
becoming a slut? Especially with a man made her do things she never even
dreamed of doing before! Her pussy quivered again, and she felt the wetness
seeping from her.
"Shit! Another pair of pantyhose I have to change!" an exasperated Ann said.
Even if she was a top executive in one of the cities largest firms, Ann was
going to enter a world she knew nothing, or very little about. She was now
constantly thinking about sex, so this might help. Her thoughts weren't of
romantic moments, loving caresses, or tender kisses either. Her mind was filled
with lewd and pornographic visions. Ann knew it was normal to speculate about
these things from time to time, but was it okay to dwell upon them the way she
had been. Ann wasn't just preoccupied with her perverted thoughts, she was
obsessed by something she could only describe as a depraved lust. There wasn't
a single moment, sleeping or awake, when she didn't think about fucking or
wrapping her lips around a cock.
Ann's customary thoughts were usually about work and her other opinions were
very conservative. She usually dressed modestly, always watched her language,
and never flirted with men. These admirable traits were now being tossed away
like yesterday's newspaper. Ann had experienced a sexual ecstasy she never
thought was possible over the last couple of days, and wanted to explore and
know more about it. Still, she had to be careful. Ann wouldn't mind Sam using
her for sex, but she didn't want him to take advantage of her position in the
company. Maybe this is what excited her.
Danger! Risk! Were these the things she was drawn to? Had her life been too
orderly, too well planned and organized? That certainly wasn't the case when
she was with Sam. With him, there was adventure, the unknown. He was always
surprising her, sometimes is a sick way, but still, he was full of surprises.
Ann was suddenly startled from her daydreaming by the phone.
"Finance, Ann speaking."
"Get dressed slut!"
"It's only..."
"I don't want to hear it! Dress up!" Sam cut her off.
"Sam, please! I need to..."
"I'll tell you what you need and when you need it, now pay attention! There's
a theater at the corner of 6th and Main. I want you to buy a ticket and wait
for me in the middle of the last row. You got that?"
"But, I..."
"Knock it off! Just be dressed up, and have your ass parked in the middle of
the last row in one hour!" Sam said and hung up.
She was expecting him to call later in the afternoon, not before lunch.
Still, Ann experienced a thrill listening to his voice over the phone. Sam
seemed to have a knack of judging how to turned her on. She didn't know how he
did it, but he always did. Ann cleaned off her desk, told her secretary she'd
be gone the rest of the day, then prepared herself to meet Sam.
After she locked her office door, and while she removed her work clothes, Ann
was trying to imagine what might happen and almost had an orgasm thinking of
the possibilities. After she was naked, she got some cologne from her purse and
applied a small drop to her already swollen mound. If she was going to act like
a bitch in heat, she didn't want to smell like one. Ann was very excited and
looking forward to showing herself off again. She selected an outfit that would
highlight all her charms from the trusty flight bag. The piece of luggage had
become a regular fixture in her office closet, like her overcoat.
When she picked out the clothes, Ann got dressed. First, she put on a black,
crotchless panties/garter belt combination. The seat of the panties was
transparent, and only veiled her small rear end. She shaved closely that
morning and her pussy, totally exposed and puffy, was outlined by sparkling
rhinestones bordering the cut-out in the crotch of the panties. Looking down,
Ann thought the sexy garment was a blunt statement that she wanted to be
fucked, and loved
the appearance. She then put on a pair of black silk stockings. They were
extra-long and came high on her slender legs. She attached the exquisite lace
bands of the nylons to the garters, then stretched the straps tight, leaving a
scant few inches of luscious creamy thigh between the stockings and her sexily
displayed pussy.
The dress she picked out was a black number that hugged every curve of her
fine figure. It was a stark contrast to her golden hair and soft white flesh.
The front was open wide and plunged to the waist, revealing most of her firm
breasts and flat stomach. The lower portion of the dress embraced her hips
nicely, and came down mid-way on her calves. It had two long slits running down
both sides, showing off her shapely legs in a provocative manner. Ann finished
dressing by putting on a pair of shiny black pumps with thin 5 inch heels. She
then sat at her desk and applied fresh makeup. Paying special attention to her
mouth, Ann used a generous amount of lip-gloss over the deep red lipstick she
on. Finally ready, she put on her overcoat, grabbed the flight bag and her
purse, and headed out of her office.
Sam saw her car coming down the street. For the past fifteen minutes, he kept
other people from parking in the spot Ann was now pulling into. It was only a
little past one in the afternoon. He already bought his ticket and was inside
the theater. There were maybe 10 or 15 people seated all around. 6 or 7 looked
like business men on a lunch break. The others looked just as dirty as the man
selling tickets out front. He counted 5 men in the second from the last row,
but none in the last. When Ann arrived, he quickly went to the men's room down
the hall, and watched what she did from there.
When she shut the engine off, Ann got out of her car, locked it up, walked
around to the sidewalk, and stepped up to the ticket window.
"Just one, please."
"You sure, lady?" the grubby looking man asked.
"Yes, only one!" Ann said.
"That'll be five bucks."
After grabbing her ticket, Ann went inside. From what she could see, it was
an old theater, but a clean one. She walked down the hallway, opened the first
door, and went in. The sudden darkness caused her to be blinded, but she
stepped to her left, and worked her way to the center of the last row.
"Excuse me! I'm sorry." Ann said twice as she hit the heads of two people.
She wasn't trying to make any noise, but couldn't help it as her high heels
clicked on the concrete floor while she kept bumping into people. When she
thought she was in the center, Ann took her coat off, sat down, and placed her
purse and coat on the seat next to her. She then looked around to see where Sam
was.
She noticed several men get up, and move closer to her. One guy even climbed
over the row in front of her and sat down only two seats away, right next to
her things. Ann grabbed her purse and coat defensively. The man calmly got up,
and sat down next to her. He kept his head pointed straight, but Ann could see
his eyes were roving to her. She lightly, but firmly, nudged his elbow, letting
him know he was crowding her. The man took the hint, and moved his arm a
little. Off to her left, she noticed the door open and a huge man entered. It
was Sam. He made his way to her, and sat on her left.
"Put that stuff under the seat." Sam said, pointing to her purse and coat.
Ann placed her things under her seat.
"Turn around." Sam ordered.
"Why?"
"Just do it!"
Ann faced the stranger on her right. He politely smiled, and she politely
smiled back. His eyes traveled down her dress, and his smile got wider. Ann
blushed, and her heart skip a beat, but she did nothing to hide the view she
was giving him. She saw his gaze wander lower, and his eyes opened real wide.
Sam placed something around her neck, and told her to bend her head down. When
she did, Ann saw what the stranger was looking at. Her garter straps and
stocking tops were revealed in the bright glare coming from the movie screen.
"Don't take that off!"
"What is it?" Ann asked and quickly turned around, trying to adjust her
dress.
"The dog collar you bought."
Sam had it engraved. Later, she would find out what was engraved on it.
"Now, put these on."
She looked at the shiny metal objects he was holding, then at Sam's face.
"I said put them on!"
"Come on, Sam?" Ann pleaded.
The way she looked, said she was embarrassed, but not shocked.
"Do it!" Sam barked.
Ann turned her back to the stranger on her right, then took a pair of
handcuffs from Sam. She was shaking so much she nearly dropped them. After
getting it locked around her right wrist, she took the other set and put them
on her left wrist. Ann's favorite fantasy was to be held down while her
boyfriend ravished her, and the handcuffs reminded her of it. This, plus
knowing the stranger on her right was watching, had Ann's pussy steaming in
seconds. She was excited, and tried hiding that excitement from Sam.
Grabbing her left arm, Sam secured the open end of the handcuff to the
armrest, then leaned across her and did the same to her right arm. He then
shook the handcuffs, making sure they wouldn't come loose. The men sitting
close by turned their heads when they heard the chains rattling.
Ann's heart was pounding like crazy. She thought of the man next to her, and
turned slightly to look at him. His jaw was open, and he was staring down at
her wrists.
"How's the movie?" Sam asked.
"Uh... I... I don't know." Ann stammered.
"Well, look up and find out!"
"Oh my... I have to get out of here!"
On the large screen, two women were sucking and licking an enormous cock
while they were being fucked from behind by two other men. This was in a porno
theater! Ann's blood pressure shot up, and she began to have a hard time
breathing.
"I'll be back in a couple of minutes." Sam said and stood up.
Not wanting to be left alone, Ann quickly started to follow him. The chains
on the handcuffs rattled, and she was jerked back into her seat. Hoping nobody
heard the clinging and clanging sound she made, Ann tried to pretend nothing
happened by looking straight ahead, as though she'd been watching the movie the
whole time from her slouched position. This didn't fool the people around her,
and it didn't help Ann.
Up on the screen was a triple close-up of the fuck film. The left image
showed the pussy of one woman getting fucked. The right image showed the other
woman being fucked in the ass. The middle one showed the huge cock being
deep-throated by one of the women while the other one licked and sucked his
hairy testicles.
Ann wasn't embarrassed about watching the movie, she and her boyfriend had
viewed many XXX-Rated tapes. But, that was in the privacy of his apartment, NOT
in a public theater! He tried talking her into going to a place like this, but
she always was able to talk him out it, saying the movies made her horny, and
she didn't want to get that way unless he could do something about it. She
didn't lie about that. Ann was horny and getting hornier by the minute.
Without moving her head, Ann looked around, eyes pivoting like a
ventriloquist dummy's would. Several of the men were stealing glances at her
every now and then, especially the two men sitting to the left and right in the
row in front of her. Her whole body suddenly stiffened when she felt a hand on
her right knee. Ann tried to cross her legs, but the sweaty palm of the man
next to her held her leg down.
"If you don't get your hands off me, I'll call the manager." Ann whispered.
"Go ahead! Then ya gotta explain this!" the man said, shaking the handcuffs
and slowly moving his hand higher up her leg.
Ann wanted to die! There was no way she could explain the handcuffs, and she
certainly didn't want to create a scene that would attract attention to herself
either. She genuinely was frightened now. This wasn't like the other day. At
least then she had a couple of drinks to loosen her up and deaden her senses.
Being stone-cold sober while a complete stranger fondled her was very
terrifying. It put a knot in her stomach the size of a baseball, and made her
blood pressure to a dangerous level.
Ann watched and felt the man next to her rub her leg, his calloused hand
quickly sliding up and down her nylons from the knee to the lace band high on
her thigh. Ann couldn't bear to look as he went higher with each hot caress.
The two men in front of her were no longer watching the movie. Sideways in
their seats, they looked at what the man was doing between her legs. As soon as
she glanced at them, she felt the same excitement as in the bar the other
night. Their lustful gazes made Ann's nipples harden, and her pussy began to
tingle and
churn in its juice. She noticed the one on the left had his dick out, and was
jerking-off. Ann inhaled sharply when she felt the fingers of the man next to
her reach above her stockings, gripping the goose-bump covered flesh close to
her mound.
One last time, Ann tried to put her legs together. The stranger suddenly
pulled her dress up, and spread her legs farther apart. Ann's jewel-outlined
pussy was now visible to everyone, and audible gasps came from all the men in
her vicinity. When some of the other men in the theater heard this, they turned
around, saw what was going on in the back row, and started changing seats. Ann
was soon surrounded by seven men as the stranger on her right continued to
fondle her.
He placed the palm of his hand on her exposed mound, causing her to jump and
sigh from the direct contact on her aroused clit. He then pressed hard against
her pussy, and began to move his hand up and down. An involuntary moan escaped
from Ann as she threw her head back. Seeing that the pretty blonde enjoyed
having him play with her, he leaned over, grabbed her dress, and began raising
it to her waist. Almost in a trance, Ann lifted herself as she stared into the
man's eyes. Suddenly, he covered her legs up with the dress and quickly took
his hands away from her. Sam was making his way to his seat.
"Is the movie any good?" Sam asked, not realizing how loud he was.
Ann didn't reply, but unintentionally, Sam started a wild conversation as
comments were shouted from small crowd around them.
"What movie?"
"The movie's back on?"
"I got a stiff neck."
"Fuck your stiff neck, I got a stiff cock!"
"Hey fella, there's an empty seat next to me."
"Ah, who cares! Who's got the stiff neck?"
"How'd he get it stiff?"
"Will you guys pipe down! I'm beating... I mean, I'm watching the movie!"
"My hands are nice and warm."
"Jesus Christ! Somebody should give HIM a stiff neck!"
"Promises, promises!"
"Let's go! The balcony's empty." Sam said as he got the key out, and unlocked
the handcuffs from around Ann's wrists.
"Can I watch?" a guy asked.
"Fuck that! Hey buddy, you need some help?" another one asked.
"We'd like to be alone. Give us a couple minutes, okay?" Sam said.
"One Mississippi... two Mississippi... three Mississippi..." the man who
fondled Ann started counting.
Led up the stairs by Sam, Ann's yellow hair and white skin shined brightly.
The balcony had been lit because of complaints. The management figured it was
easier to light it up than close it off, then have to hire someone to make sure
nobody went up there. Sam and Ann walked until they reached the center of the
balcony. He then made his way down a row of seats, pulling Ann by the arm. Once
they were in the brightest area, he stopped. Grabbing her coat and purse, Sam
dropped them onto the chair in next row, and told her to sit down.
Ann felt as though she were only along for the ride. She knew Sam had
something in mind, but couldn't figure out what it was yet. Even though the
balcony was lit, she was glad he brought her up here because she was afraid of
what might have happened downstairs.
"I hope that dress wasn't expensive." Sam said as he undid his belt.
Standing right in front of her, Sam pulled his pants completely off, threw
them on her things, then leaned back on the seat in front of her. He was naked
from the waist down, and staring at her.
Ann's mouth was almost watering the minute Sam took off his pants. She was
still amazed by his size. Soft, he was thicker and longer than any man she ever
saw. Totally astonished, Ann watched as his dick grew and throbbed before her
eyes. He was slowly becoming erect, and he wasn't even touching himself! Ann
looked up. She immediately became more excited. Sam had the same hungry look
for her as the men downstairs.
"Put your feet up here." Sam said, patting the seats on either side of him.
Ann raised her legs, placing her high heels on backs of the chairs Sam
pointed to. He grabbed both her ankles and pulled them until her feet were
dangling over the seats. When he did this, her legs parted, and her dress
bunched up to her
waist. Sam stared at the lingerie she had on, momentarily stunned by the erotic
sight she made.
"You're learning." he said and tightly gripped his dick.
Ann, her eyes glazed over, mutely nodded her head as she watched Sam place
both hands around his dick, slowly stroking himself. She was sure it would
stand straight out from his loins if he let go.
"Tell me what you want, Ann."
She couldn't answer him. Not because she didn't want to, but because she
couldn't make up her mind what she wanted first.
"What's the matter? Hell, I can see your cunt is wet. You want to suck my
cock, or just have me stick it in your pussy?"
Ann slowly brought her legs down and spread them wide open.
"So, the slut can't talk, but she wants to fuck. Okay, stand up and bend
over."
Standing and turning, Ann closed her eyes and bent over. She tilted her head
back a little, and let out a sigh when she felt Sam's hands on her shoulders.
He pushed the top of her dress down, baring her breasts to the world.
"Lift your dress up like a good slut."
Without delay, Ann pulled her dress up to her waist, spread her legs, and
stuck her ass high in the air. Sam heard some noise, and looked around. Several
men were coming upstairs. Chuckling to himself, he decided it was time for Ann
to put on another show.
"Put your face in the chair, and stick your ass in the air higher!"
Ann bent over as far as she could and stood on her toes, her dress falling
and covering her head completely. Sam buffed her pussy with the head of his
dick, but didn't put it in. Instead, he turned around and waved at the men in
the balcony, indicating he wanted them to sit closer. All the men got up and
moved to them.
Ann didn't hear the sounds of shuffling feet and wouldn't have cared anyway.
All she thought about and concentrated on was the wonderful feeling of Sam's
huge cock rubbing the full length of her pussy-lips, gently nudging her clit
when the head poked through her thighs. She was already close to having an
orgasm. Sam grabbed his dick and wedged just the head of it into Ann's moist
hole. She moaned and pushed herself back at him. He put his hands around her
narrow waist and held her steady. His hips were far from her, but the head of
his cock was inside her wet opening. Lazily rotating himself in circles, he
teased her with his dick, not letting Ann push back at him and not pushing into
her.
"I'm not going to fuck you until I'm sure you're ready for it." Sam said loud
enough for everyone to hear.
Ann raised her head and turned toward Sam.
"Please! Do me now! I'm ready. God, am I ready!"
"Oh? Well, maybe I'm not."
"Don't tease me. Do it, Sam. Do it!"
"You know what I want to hear. Say it."
"God, Sam! Please! Fuck me!"
"Still not good enough."
"Fuck me with your beautiful cock. Please! I need it!"
"Come on, say it!"
"I'LL BE YOUR SLUT! Okay? Is that good enough for you? I'll do whatever you
want me to do! Just fuck me, Sam! Fuck me now!" Ann screamed.
Sam reached around to the front of Ann's dress, undid the snaps he found, and
took it off her. Throwing it onto the growing pile of clothes, he then leaned
back on the seat behind him. Putting his feet between Ann's legs, Sam pulled
her up. His dick rushed inside her when he pushed Ann down into his lap. Being
suddenly impaled by the full length of his enormous cock, Ann's mouth gaped
opened and her head jerked up in shock.
With Ann's silky legs straddling the outside of his, all the men collectively
groaned when Sam spread his legs wide open, revealing his penetration to
everyone. Their audience was impressed by not only how deeply he had entered
her, but that the blonde wasn't screaming in pain. Sam began to squeeze Ann's
breasts and gently pinch her nipples, causing her to moan with pleasure. The
whole balcony began to reverberate with thunderous applause, whistles, and
cheers.
The loud uproar made Ann open her eyes in surprise. Feeling like she'd been
caught in the middle of some horrendous criminal act, Ann trembled. She was
caught! Caught with Sam's massive, black cock buried deep inside her pussy
while half a dozen or so men sat within arms reach. She never felt so wicked as
she did then. Her exhibition in the bar was kid's stuff compared to this vulgar
display of her desire to be fucked. Quickly looking around, she saw that every
man had his dick out and was jacking-off.
"Well, you wanted my cock. What now?" Sam said from behind her.
Momentarily, Ann had forgotten about Sam. Slowly bending forward, she placed
the palms of her hands on each of Sam's thighs and gingerly raised her rear
end. Her squeezing vagina felt every millimeter of his huge dick withdraw as
she lifted herself up.
"Look at her cunt!" one of the men groaned.
Ann looked, too. Her pussy was clamped tightly around the dark shaft of Sam's
cock. This was one of the images she had daydreams about. The thrill of
actually seeing it was much better than thinking about it. She lifted higher
and watched the pink inner flesh of her pussy slowly unfolded, clinging to
Sam's thick cock and leaving a glistening trail on it as they slid up his
shaft. There was absolutely no pain. All Ann felt was a marvelous sensation
deep inside her wonderfully stretched pussy.
Sam still couldn't get over the tightness of her pussy. As wet and as hot as
Ann was, he thought she would have expanded, but she didn't. He wanted to start
fucking her, but allowed Ann to set the pace. If she wanted to go slow, that
would be fine. Since she would be fucking him in front of all these men, she
couldn't later deny she was his slut.
"Maybe when I'm done, I'll have you fuck these guys. How would you like
that?" Sam asked.
"Oh my God!" Ann exclaimed as she heard Sam, and felt him shove a couple of
inches of his cock suddenly back into her.
The idea of fucking all these men set off fireworks in her mind, and Ann
started moving faster. She raised herself as high as she could, but there was
still over a quarter of Sam's dick in her. She couldn't go up any further
because her legs were off the floor and she had nothing to push on. Ann lowered
herself and moaned loudly, sensations spreading throughout her entire body like
liquid fire. She quickly raised up again.
"Go for it, baby! Go!" a man said.
"Yeah! Come on, fuck his black cock you slut!" another yelled.
"I can't wait to fuck her!" a man in front of her said.
"You gonna fuck all of us?" one asked.
"I hope she does!"
"I'll settle for a blow-job!"
"Hey buddy, you mind if we fuck her when you're done?"
"You kidding? This slut's so hot! I've never met a woman who loves cock as
much as she does. I'll bet she could fuck and suck all you guys twice, and not
even break a sweat! How about it? All those hard cocks. Makes your mouth water,
doesn't it, slut?" Sam said as shoved hard into Ann.
With all the men and Sam talking about her, Ann became delirious and started
to work herself up to a beautiful climax.
"Just fuck me! Fuck your slut, Sam! Fuck your slut!" Ann muttered as she had
her orgasm.
Sam felt, and everyone saw, Ann's body violently shake when she came.
Grunting like an animal, she ground herself into Sam's lap, brought her head
up, shut her eyes, and let loose with a wail that gradually turned to a sigh,
then finally a long moan as she quickly was building up to another climax.
"Lets really show these guys what kind of slut you are." Sam said, lifting
her from his lap and off his cock.
"Go on, sit down!" he told her.
Ann didn't so much as make a peep. She sat in the chair in front of all the
men. Sam stepped up and leaned over her, jacking-off. Everyone got up and moved
closer to get a good look.
"Tilt you head back and open your mouth. I got a present for you." Sam said.
Fluffing her hair over her shoulders, letting it fall over the back of the
chair, she saw all the men standing around behind her. Three or four of the men
were doing the same thing Sam was, beating off above her face as she leaned her
head way back. One man to her left was first to come, shooting a stream of
thin, milky sperm past her nose, followed by a second that hit her forehead.
Unexpectedly, everyone started to come at once, even Sam. Cum came at flying at
Ann's face from every direction, soaring past her face, landing in her hair,
onto her neck, and in her ears. The last thing she saw before closing her eyes
and having her face drenched was Sam's black cock advancing toward her mouth.
Sam shoved his dick between Ann's lips and emptied the rest of his load
inside her sucking mouth while the other men continued to come all over her
face. He could feel the vibrations of her moans and her tongue on the head of
his dick, licking furiously as his cum came pouring from it.
"Fuck man! Look at her! She loves it! Shit, she's even got her fingers in her
snatch!" one of the men said.
It was true. Ann was stroking her pussy at the same time the men were
jacking-off all over her face. She was shaking and whimpering like crazy as she
continued to suck Sam's cock. All the men waited patiently for Sam to finish
after they came, watching while he kept his huge dick shoved in her mouth and
the beautiful blonde sucked it for all she was worth.
"Well, is this a slut or what?" Sam asked the crowd.
The men were silent, looking at the big man. None of them could speak.
"Let's clean her face off, then you guys can have her." Sam said as he pulled
his dick from Ann's mouth and stepped back.
Several men took handkerchiefs from their pockets, and gave them to Sam.
"Why play with yourself when there's all this cock." Sam said, and slapped
Ann's hands away from between her legs.
"Okay, here's the rules. You can fuck her or have her give you a blow job,
but only two guys at a time. Nobody fucks her in the ass! Got it! Also, if you
have to piss, go to the bathroom! She's not a fucking toilet! She might be a
slut, but she's still a lady, so I don't want any rough stuff either!
Understand?" Sam told the anxious and horny men.
They all shook their heads in agreement while Sam explained everything, and
cleaned Ann up like a mother would her child, rubbing her face and neck as
though he were scouring a pot. Ann was totally astonished by what just
happened. Standing up when Sam was done, she looked at everyone. She didn't
care what they thought of her or what they did to her now. How could she? She
just let them come all over her face and loved it! The lust in their eyes was
all she wanted to see. It started her pussy foaming again. Ann knelt on the
chair and put her arms on the back.
"No, sideways! Get on your hands and knees over two seat so everybody can
see." Sam said and pointed to the men.
Ann turned, put her high heels through the armrest behind her, and leaned on
the other seat. All but two of the men sat down in the row of seats right
behind her, each with a perfect view of what was going to take place.
"Okay, she's all yours! Have fun, and remember what I said." Sam told the men
as he grabbed his pants and walked away.
Someone knelt on the seat in front of Ann, his dick hard and ready for her.
She automatically lunged forward, mouth open and tongue pressed flat. She was
then suddenly hauled in the other direction by the man behind her. She felt the
penetration of his dick into her pussy. The man's cock was nowhere near the
size of Sam's, but it felt great all the same as his balls started pounding
against her pussy. Ann heard him loudly slapping her scantily covered rear end
with his belly as the man fucked her, and she could feel the stones outlining
the crotch of her panties rub back and forth over her clit. At least this was
some consolation for not being able to suck the cock pointed right at her face.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Sam asked the man kneeling in front of
Ann.
"She doesn't mind?" he asked.
"Jesus, are you blind? She's pretty and all that, but she's a fucking slut!
Go ahead, fuck her mouth!"
Ann, her mouth still open, licked her lips and sighed as she felt her pussy
clutch at the cock inside her. She responded to the friction of the man swiftly
fucking her, and was amazed her hole could re-adjust so fast, as though the man
had pushed a button to make her pussy shrink around him. In a way, he had.
Because of his constant thrashing and the chafing of her crotchless panties,
her clit was fully extended and throbbing with excitement. This was Ann's
button! This tiny, yet remarkable, piece of flesh was the source of
unbelievable pleasures and the reason she couldn't control her own physical
desires.
The man in front grabbed the sides of her head and shoved his dick at her
face. She immediately began sucking. Sam, like the rest of the men, marveled at
how passionate Ann was. She wasn't just putting on a show like the women on the
movie screen. Ann enthusiastically making love to the man's cock with her
mouth!
Her muffled moans and almost crying whimpers were evidence that she was totally
aroused by what was being done to her. Her lips wetly slid back and forth over
the dick plunging into her mouth while she was vigorously fucked by the man
behind her.
After he got his pants back on, Sam sat down in a chair in front of them and
watched, looking for any sign that Ann might not let all these men have her.
Glancing around, he counted seven men.
"Think you can handle all these guys, slut?" he asked her.
Without skipping a beat, Ann shook her head yes, and grabbed the ass of the
man in front of her, forcing his cock to slide into her throat. The guy
quickened his pace as Ann dug her fingernails into him, urging him to come in
her mouth. He obliged, pumping as fast as he could. Groaning loudly, he shoved
himself at her real hard, shooting his load down her throat. Ann greedily
sucked and licked his cock, all the while holding onto him, even though he was
trying to move back and shoot his cum on her face. Swallowing every drop of
sperm he squirted into her mouth, Ann started to come herself. When the dick
between her lips lost its stiffness, she removed her mouth from it and gulped
for air.
"Oh, yes! Harder! Fuck harder! Come on, harder!" she shouted at the man
behind he.
Before she could enjoy herself and come again, another man jumped from his
seat and took the place of the guy that came in her mouth. Grabbing a handful
of her hair, he pulled her head to his dick and drove his cock between her
lips.
"Yeah, that's it! Suck it up! Lick it some more. Okay, slut. Get ready. I'm
gonna shove it down your throat!"
Not that she had a choice in the matter, but Ann really didn't mind the way
the guy was treating her. In fact, she thought it was appropriate, and the type
of punishment she deserved. She was suppose to be at work, not sucking and
fucking a bunch of men in a sleazy theater. She should be treated like this.
"You guys better remember what I said. Nobody fucks her in the ass or treats
her like a toilet! I'm going downstairs for something to drink." Sam said to
everyone and left.
All the men went crazy, and began acting out fantasies their wives or
girlfriends wouldn't let them. When one man finished with Ann, someone else
took his place. This went on and on, cocks exploding in her mouth then in her
pussy. Over and over Ann was fucked. After the last one had her, the men made
Ann lay on the floor in the wide area between two sections, her nylon encased
legs spread wide apart. Several men told Ann lick their cocks clean when they
finished fucking her a second time, laughing and making comments about how much
she loved cum. Some of them just wiped their dicks with her hair, or on her
face. Others squatted down over Ann's mouth, and told her to tongue their ass
while they jacked off on her tits and stomach.
Only once did Ann try to say anything, and was quickly cut off by having a
cock shoved in her mouth. She wasn't going to complain about what the men were
doing to her. Not exactly, anyway. She wanted to tell them to slow down so she
could enjoy the fun! They had her on the brink of a coming so many times that
it was driving her crazy. Just as she was about to orgasm, the guy who was
fucking her would pull out, leaving her frustrated. When another man finally
got began fucking her, then the man she was sucking would thrust his cock into
her throat until she couldn't breathe. Ann wanted and needed to come just as
badly as they did, but the men wouldn't give her enough time to do it. They
fucked her mouth or cunt as fast as they could, blew their wad, and pulled out.
After the two movies ended, Sam went back upstairs. He heard yelling and
shouting. When he got to the balcony, he could see a group of men standing in a
circle.
"Yeah! Suck his cock!" a man shouted.
"Look at her throat!" another said.
"She swallowed the whole fucking thing!"
"Come on, John! Fuck her face like you fucked her cunt!"
"Yeah! I wanna hear her yell. She ain't yelled yet. Make the slut yell."
"Come on, slut! I'm gonna keep fucking your face till ya yell!"
Sam, now standing just off to the side, saw what was going on. Ann was
kneeling on the floor while a big, burly guy stood above her. He was roughly
fucking Ann's mouth, both hands full of her golden locks as he kept her head
still. Ann's facial features were hidden as the man mercilessly fucked her
mouth and throat.
"HEY, ASSHOLE! Enough is enough! Get away! And I mean NOW!" Sam yelled.
Everybody turned when they heard Sam's booming voice, and started to trip
over each other to get out of the way, especially the one who had a hold of
Ann.
"DAMN YOU! I was almost there!" Ann yelled, lunging for the man who had been
viciously fucking her face.
Surprised, Sam could only shrug his shoulders.
"Sorry. I thought you were hurting her." he told the man.
With her eyes completely covered with cum, Ann blindly reached out and pulled
the man back to her. When she found his dick with her groping hands, she spoke.
"Like before, honey. I almost came. Do it again!" Ann pleaded.
The man looked at Sam.
"Go ahead." he told the man.
The guy grabbed Ann's hair again, brought his dick back up to her lips, and
hauled her open mouth over his cock with all his might, penetrating her throat
in one shove and snapping her head back.
Sam looked around. There were eleven men standing in the isles, and only the
guy she was sucking had a hard dick. He didn't believe it! His plan had worked!
It didn't take as long as he thought it would either. Even better than that,
Ann was a lot more eager than he ever thought she would be. The beautiful and
highly successful business executive was now his slut, draining and fucking or
sucking the balls off of anyone he told her to.
It looked as though the man in front of her was trying to pull Ann's hair out
by the roots. She didn't seem to mind, though, because her fingernails were
digging into the flexing muscles of his ass, urging him to keep his cock in her
throat each time he tried to pull it out. The man couldn't take the warm
feeling of her sucking mouth any longer, and began coming. Everyone could see
the ecstatic way Ann acted as the man forced her forehead against his abdomen
while his exploding dick squirted its cum down her contracting esophagus.
Ann swallowed his cum as though it were water and she'd been crawling in the
desert for a week. As his cock jerked one last time, Ann slowly brought her
lips up his shaft when he loosened the grip of her hair. Lovingly running her
tongue along its length as it passed by, Ann moaned in delight and brought her
hands around to squeeze every drop of sperm from his deflating shaft. Still
moaning and groaning with pleasure, she licked the head of his dick then tilted
her head to tenderly kiss and suck his balls.
All the other men could only stare at the blonde on the floor. They had never
seen a woman who was not only as skillful as she was at giving head, but who
was also was the most avid cock-sucker any of them had ever met. On top of
this, she was beautiful and sexy to boot.
Ann wasn't as lovely as when she first entered the theater, though.
Perspiration was dripping from her face, along with a great deal of cum. Her
hair was disarrayed and wet, both her nylons had runs in them, and her back,
knees, and hands were filthy from the dirty floor she had been laying and
kneeling on. Ann's well-fucked and swollen pussy looked red and sore. Most of
it was covered by a thick soupy mess of sperm, grotesquely dripping down her
thighs, or to the floor.
"She needs a rest guys. Somebody help me clean her up." Sam said and grabbed
the still sucking Ann from the floor.
When she was on her feet, Ann looked up and smiled at him.
"Jesus, Sam! That was so unbelievable!" Ann whispered so only Sam could hear
her.
"You earned these." Sam said and pulled an envelope from his pocket.
Ann looked at him, then the envelopes. She was about to make another
decision, and was trying to find the words to express what she felt.
"Can I wash up?" Ann asked, without reaching for the pictures Sam was
offering.
"There's a bathroom downstairs."
Without being the least bit embarrassed, a near-naked and cum-saturated Ann
followed Sam to the bathroom, after he gathered her things from the chair.
"You got some other clothes in the car?" Sam asked.
"In the trunk."
"I'll get some clean ones while you wash up." Sam said and went to her car
when she handed him the keys.
Ann couldn't believe the amount of sperm that covered her as she looked at
herself in the bathroom mirror. It was everywhere!
"Wash up? Hell, I needed to be hosed down!"
Ann started laughing to herself when she thought about being hosed down
already. She couldn't find a single inch on her face, neck or chest that didn't
have cum on it. Suddenly, her thoughts veered off into another direction.
Sam had told the men not to hurt her. He even yelled at the last guy because
he thought he was hurting her. He wasn't just somebody who got off on other
people's pain and misfortune. This, in itself, wasn't something to be that
happy about, but at least she didn't have to worry being physically injured
while with him. A warm feeling came over her as she realized Sam, in his own
way, did care for her.
"Here you go!" Sam said as he walked into the bathroom and tossed another
garter belt and package of nylons at her.
"These are a big help!" Ann said sarcastically.
"So shoot me! I forgot to write panties down on the list I gave you."
Ann asked him for a handkerchief. When he handed it to her she ran some water
over it, then began wiping off her face. Sam was only watching her from behind,
still surprised she acted the way she did. While Ann was hand-washing herself,
she caught a glimpse of Sam looking at her.
"Well, how did I do?" she asked him.
"What can I say? There isn't a stiff dick left in the balcony."
"What do you want me to do now?"
"Finish cleaning up and get dressed." he said after a long pause.
Sam's tone changed back to what she liked, sending shivers up and down her
spine. He was more demanding again and his voice was deeper. When she was done
washing, Ann removed her high heels then the torn and cum-soaked stockings and
crotchless panty/garter belt.
"Give me those and put the clean ones on!" Sam told her.
While she was getting dressed again, Sam started talking to her.
"You're full of surprises, aren't you? That boyfriend of yours must really be
a pussy! Well, I got news for you, Ann. You won't wrap me around your finger
the way you do him. You're a slut, and I'm going to treat you like one."
"I meant what I said, Sam. I'll live up to my part of the bargain and be your
slut, just make sure you live up to you end of our deal."
"Come on, I ain't got all day! Hurry up and get dressed!"
Ann looked up at him and winked as she bent over to put the clean nylons on.
"You really got off on all that upstairs, didn't you?"
"God, Sam! All those cocks and all that cum! I could cream myself right now
just thing about it!"
"Well, I've got a few surprises up my sleeves too! That was only a taste of
some of the things you're going to do for me."
Ann put her dress back on and was applying fresh makeup to her face when Sam
stuffed the envelope into her purse on the sink. After she finished, Ann spun
around on her toes.
"Fresh as a daisy!" she exclaimed and looked to Sam for his approval.
He didn't say anything to her, but he did walk over to the bathroom door and
held it open. Ann didn't know what he wanted this time, but started to walk
out. Sam stopped her when she got to the doorway and made her bend over. As he
pulled the back of her dress up and stood behind her, he shoved her wet and
cum-soaked lingerie in her face.
"You forgot to clean these!" Sam said as he shoved his cock into her with a
swift and powerful lunge.
Ann's breath was knocked from her lungs and her head snapped up in a sudden
jerk. Sam quickly pushed the dirty nylons and garter belt into her gaping
mouth, and started fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Ann's eyes
popped open and she wanted to crawl into a hole. The woman's bathroom was at
the opposite end of the hallway from the glass doors of the entrance to the
theater, and a young couple was just walking in! The couple hesitated going
inside as the woman turned and said something to the man she was with.
"Think she's a slut too?" Sam asked as he kept fucking Ann.
When the young man and woman started walking toward the bathroom, Ann bit
down on the underwear in her mouth, the taste of cum being squeezed from the
garments. While the couple got closer and closer, it was all Ann could do to
keep from screaming out. Suddenly, the bathroom door banged hard and loud
against the tile wall when Sam hit with his ass. Startled, the two people
stopped dead in their tracks. Less than six feet away from them was a huge
black man fucking a bent over blonde.
The young guy looked up at Sam then at her. Ann turned a beet red, but stayed
where she was while Sam kept fucking her. The woman he was with was shocked,
her mouth open in a gasp and her eyes also on Ann.
"Sorry if we're in the way, but she paid me $100 to fuck her. I'll be done in
a minute." Sam calmly lied to the couple.
Outrageous was the only word Ann could think of to describe Sam. Outrageous
and wonderful she thought as her climax began building while his long and thick
cock stretched and poked her heated pussy. She looked up at the couple again
and noticed the man's hands were all over the woman's body. Ann moaned as Sam
picked up the speed of his thrusts and she could feel herself getting close to
coming. Without warning, Sam started spraying his cum inside her. Ann screamed
behind the lingerie still stuffed into her mouth. She didn't want him to stop,
she wasn't there yet! But, after he finished coming, Sam pulled his cock out
and zipped up his pants. With a playful smack on her ass, he walked around in
front of her.
"Well, that should hold you for a while. Listen, your cunt's still tight, but
real sloppy. Now I know I got a big cock and you need to be stretched first,
but maybe you shouldn't fuck so many guys in the balcony before you come down
here and fuck me. Anyway, thanks for the money. You folks can use the bathroom
now. We're done. At least I am. Shit pal, you should try getting some of that.
She's a real fine piece of ass!"
As Sam walked away and out of the theater, Ann started chuckling to herself.
"The man's totally outrageous!", she thought, but Ann still needed to be
fucked, especially after coming so close, yet denied the climax she was about
to have when Sam pulled out. She quickly got the things out of her mouth and
stood up.
"Like he said, it's all yours." Ann said smiling at the couple, waiting to
see if the young man would try to make a move on her.
"She's talking about the bathroom!" the young woman said to her husband.
Ann straightened out her dress and put her used underwear in her purse.
"No I wasn't!" Ann said as she passed by them and walked out of the theater.