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(MMF, orgy, reluc) *** Part 1 Friday night. A hectic week is at an end, and we have plans to attend the Spanish Film Festival, currently showing at a cinema across town. The sitter has been arranged and I am to pick you up from work at 6 p.m. Little do you know that I have altered our "Spanish" night out; I don't think it will be a night that you will soon forget. I arrive to pick you up from work, promptly at 6 p.m., the traffic is heavy and it is dark and getting cold out already. I see you on the sidewalk; your smile melts me every time you turn it towards me. You walk towards the car in what is a rather short dress for you; I certainly don't recall seeing it before. I would have remembered a mid-thigh number on your beautiful legs that’s for sure! You are also wearing some beautiful new sandals, but no jacket because we did not expect it to be this cool tonight. The dress rides up outrageously when you sit down next to me in the passenger seat. Fantastic. You little cock tease, I think to myself. You deliver one of those kisses on my waiting lips – you know – the ones that you only ever experience from someone special in your life. Welcoming, passionate, loving - and just for me. My temperature is rising despite the flood of cool evening air that you bring with you into the car. It is only a short drive, and I do most of it with my hand gently caressing your leg as you tell me about your day, and I tell you about mine. We drive to the area where the cinema is located and I park in one of those nondescript multi-storey car parks. We walk down the grey concrete stairwell, so common to these types of structures and exit into an alley behind the car park. Pushing open the heavy steel door leading into the alley, we are greeted by a dimly lit alley full of rubbish and other castaway materials. At the far end of the alley, more than a 100m away, we can hear the dull roar of road traffic and other street sounds. We walk, arm in arm, through the narrow confines of this brick canyon, weaving around the piles of rubbish. As we near the end of the alley, less than 10 m away, I wrap my arms around your waist. Initially, you see this as a playful act. You smile and laugh nervously, thinking I might tickle you. However, I lift you entirely off your feet and take several quick steps backwards into an even smaller and darker side-alley. I set you down, but immediately push you forcefully around a large trash compactor. Before you can even consider what's going on I press you face first against the cold brick alley wall, your cheek hard against the rough exterior. You make to ask me what I’m doing, but I immediately command you to be silent. With one hand between your shoulders pinning you to the wall, I grab one of your wrists. You hear and feel the cold steel handcuff close around it, 'click, click, click, snap' as it tightens and locks. The other wrist follows the first, 'click, click, click, snap'. I continue to firmly pin you to the wall, your purse falls onto the ground. I lead you a loading dock several meters farther into this side-alley. By the look of it, it is long unused, grey and lit only by a small yellow light bulb that is set high above a single steel door. We ascend the few steps needed to get to the top, with me pushing you from behind. Large cardboard cartons are strewn around the front edge of the dock, partially screening it from the alley. An old steel rail divides the dock in two. I lead you to the rail and shove you roughly up against it. It is waist height. I press in behind up against your gorgeous bottom and I run my hands up and down your sides, over your hips and then to your thighs, which are just barely covered by that skimpy dress you are wearing. I walk around to the other side of the rail and look into your eyes. I can see that you thinking that I’ve never treated you like this before. Nervous of what is to come; trusting yet wary; excited yet frightened. You haven’t spoken a word since I commanded you to silence. I kiss you; you close your eyes and kiss me back. I step back and release my now stiff member into the night air. I pump it a couple times. I draw you forward over the rail and you shuffle your feet to balance on top of the rail. Your mouth finds my cock. Your hips and the very tops of your thighs balance on the rail, your legs are spread slightly to balance. The steel door that you hadn't yet given much notice to opens behind you and you hear footsteps on the concrete loading dock. "Oh look at this!" A voice emanates from behind you in a heavily accented Spanish baritone. You move to turn towards the newcomer, but I command you to keep sucking me. With one hand in your hair, I shove my cock deep into your throat, gagging you slightly. Your head bobs up and down obediently while I hold you steady with one hand and caress your head with the other. You feel your dress being lifted up and tucked under your cuffed hands, exposing your gorgeous panty clad bottom to the stranger. His hand caresses your exposed cheek, and slides warmly over your hip and down your thigh. In a flash your panties are cut from you. You feel the night air on your moistening mound. You are frantic to stand. I hold you firm. Stranger hands trace the curves of your hips and ever so softly, from font to back, a warm finger runs the length of your labia. Front to back, again, and again. A chill runs through you as you feel your labia pinched between two rough fingers. One of your lips is then pulled down slowly and firmly and then the other. This is repeated in a kind of milking-like motion. Then a finger is slowly pushed into your now wet cunt and then withdrawn. You involuntarily breathe out - you do not stop sucking, because I keep your head firmly planted over my hard cock. You hear a zipper and again you struggle to stand. A hard cock is slapped upward against your wet mound, forcefully. Again. You hear the slapping sound; you feel the ripples inside as your whole groin warms from the attention. A hand grasps your hip. The tip of a cock is pressed to your vaginal opening. A small push. The head of this stranger’s cock seats itself nicely inside your tunnel. Two hands are placed on your hips. You struggle again. There is no other movement from the stranger. The only sensations you feel are the hands caressing your hips and the growing warmth in your mound. The hands slide down to your thighs, backs, sides, and fronts. You shiver in anticipation, against your will the warmth below spreads. Your mind momentarily occupied with not choking on my cock. You real under a stinging slap that is delivered to your right buttock cheek. Another falls on the other cheek. You can barely feel the very tip of his cock as it sits motionless inside your opening. Two more slaps. Hard hands grip your hips solidly. I plunge my cock into your mouth. You concentrate on not choking. Your eyes fly open at the sensation of being taken in a single stroke, but you can't move. His cock drives a wedge into your unexpectedly wet open cunt. You are filled to splitting. You manage only to thank god you get so wet so fast! That thought is driven from your head by the other sensations, warm thighs pressed into the backs of yours, the rail pressing almost painfully into the top of your legs. Slaps rain down onto your bottom – first one cheek then the other. He withdraws and then plunges back into you. Again. Again. You thump into the railing, which flexes a little absorbing some of the impact. Your mouth is getting sore. The fucking picks up in pace and ferocity - "Oh you little whore. You tight little bitch. I am going to fuck you so hard!" the Spanish accented voice grunts from behind. Rough fingers dig into your hips. His balls slap into, almost in time with your muffled grunts. His grunts become louder after a couple more slaps are delivered to your stinging cheeks. The bucking increases. More slaps on your bottom. A small yelp and an "oh bitch, I am going to give you a large dose of health sperm – make you a nice baby" – these are the last sounds you hear before his cock spasms and jets of cum fill your cunt. He rests momentarily against you, and I allow you to breathe without a cock in your mouth, but I don't let you get up. You shout incoherently at me, but I reintroduce my cock to your mouth, you feel your unseen lover exiting your hole. A zipper. "Shit! That was the best fuck I've had in a long time!" A parting slap warms your sore bottom. However, to your horror a second voice says, "Man, look at the greedy little hole this bitch has - there is barely any cum running out!" Your assailant wipes his sticky cock on your bottom and steps back. New hands are on your hips immediately, before you have time to think another hard cock pushes into your sticky interior, impaling you fully. Touching places the first intruder missed. The rhythm of this fucking builds quicker than the first, the language just as coarse, "oh man - bitch, squeeze my cock, oh yeah, squeeze me!" I pull my cock from your throat. You become aware of how much your hips and legs are bouncing off the railing, you grunt with each impact. He groans and your cunt is once more filled with hot cum. A long, “Ahhhhhh,” escapes your lips. Before you realise it though, a third cock slams into you replacing the now spent one, much to your own surprise, it feels different than the first two. You tremble as unexpected pleasure wells up inside you. How long have those sensations been building you muse, but just at the moment I push my cock back into your mouth with spraying the back of your throat with jets of cum. Because of the angel you can't swallow it all, though you try. Come trickles out of your mouth and down your chin. Your third assailant groans moments after I do filling your well used cunt with yet more cum. He withdraws, while I force you to lick the remaining cum from my shaft. You hear the men talking behind you. "Oh yeah man, she'll do fine, let’s go!" You are lifted thankfully into a standing position. I can’t read the look in your eyes – it’s kind of vacant at the moment. I turn you around. Your dress is still hiked up under your cuffed hands and rivers of cum run down your legs. I walk around the rail and kiss your shoulder from behind. You look at your assailants. Their demeanour changes instantly. You are escorted with great care - one Spaniard on each arm into a dim corridor. You turn to see if I am following, but the heavy steel door slams shut behind you. Part 2 One Spaniard waits by the door while I retrieve your purse. You are let to the end of the corridor where a curtain is parted for you... Once into a long dim corridor, your handcuffs are removed and you face your Spanish sperm donors. They are all best described as 'swarthy', but with their pants pulled up; it’s hard to tell who was who! Each of the men kisses your face - both cheeks - in that very European welcoming gesture. Truly bizarre. A small glass bottle of diet coke is produced for you and you swig gratefully from the bottle. You drain the little bottle and hand it back. With a man on each arm and the door held open for you - you move forward down the length corridor. Your dress falls back into place after a few steps; you barely noticed that it was still raised around your hips. Only a minute later does the strange sensation that you've been standing in front of these strangers for some time completely exposed hit you! You are completely disoriented, you say nothing, you don’t look around because there is nothing to see – you allow yourself to be led onward. A man and woman enter the hallway from the far end towards which you are heading, a handsome gentleman and a younger blond woman, he in his 50s and she is maybe 30. They gaze openly at you in a very admiring fashion. Their eyes wander down your gorgeous frame and obviously catch the river of cum coating both your legs. She smiles and he smacks her on the bottom. They disappear into the gloom of the long hallway behind you, a moment later you hear the steel door open as they exit. You arrive at a curtain at the end of the corridor. The curtain is pulled aside for you. You enter a shimmering cavern, lit by black lights. Your escorts stop just the other side of the curtain. Your dress is lifted over your head. You don't resist at all, you are an automaton at this point and raise your arms. Your bra is gently removed and each escort bends to kiss your breasts. Your smooth skin glows under the black lights. A woman offers you a glass of red wine off a tray, and you take it. She is wearing a gorgeous black dress, a string of large pearls and stockings – she looks dressed for a night at the opera. She produces a bright red lipstick from the tray she is carrying and smiling she carefully writes the number “9” just above your right breast. You gaze briefly at the number; a giggle rises in your throat. Moments later your two escorts return to guide you across the cavern like room that only now you are beginning to take in – it is huge. The Spaniards arrive with you, at a largish grotto looking room just off the main hall. It's more a ‘nook’ than a room – grotto-like in that there appear to be no flat walls at all. A glowing "9" set above the entrance of the grotto casts a warm red light. Rounded with a red haze at the entrance, we enter the grotto that you can now tell is lit by black lights along the roof. A wide velvet couch built into the side of the grotto, runs around the round room, but what really stands out is the table. The tabletop is an obelisk of black granite at least 10 cm thick. It is about a metre wide closest to you, narrowing at the far end, it is rough, but not jagged, cold to the touch, but not painful. Its top stands at the height of an average man's groin. You’ve never seen anything like this, but you know immediately what it’s for. You consider running. Moments later you realise you are being lifted from the floor and laid backward onto the table, a small cushion is under your head, supporting your neck. You make to shift up the table as you realise a great pressure along your bottom as it is right on the end of the table and your legs are dangling uncomfortably. However, as you make to move. Your Spanish escorts each take a leg, raising and spreading them - thus removing the pressure from the edge of the table, you need not move. Indeed, you cannot move. You realise that this is a sacrificial altar – a black granite slab with you as the sacrifice. Your exposure means nothing to you now. You notice that the red velvet couch is packed with men, drinking, talking, and watching you. A face looms above you, the Spaniards each stretch a hand to your cunt and scoop cum from your mound - spreading it over your belly and rubbing your clit briskly for but a minute. You feel a hardness at your entrance and a cock slides slowly into you. You try to force yourself to focus on the face above the cock. A rather rotund gentleman rocks slowly in and out of you. He fixes you with a stare but says nothing. You feel his weight pressed against your crotch, you feel his swollen glands against your even more swollen lips, and his cock spreads them well. You notice cum spread all over your lower half glows eerily under the black lights. The cold sticky sensation quickly gives way to the mounting warmth and vibrations from you cunt. You feel your body rocking back and forth with his fucking. The intensity of the fucking builds; the rotund gentleman's face begins to distort. His makes his first sounds. He holds your legs in a vice like grip – one in each arm - he bangs you harder and harder. His head back, you know he is spraying his seed into you. When you see the blackest face in your life, an absurd thought crosses your mind; it’s a long way from Africa! At that moment hands grip your head and your face is turned to the side. A large and incredibly hard shaft – this a white one - is pushed into your mouth as you feel your cunt being once again stretched! In concussion after concussion a huge pair of black balls slaps your bottom – you can’t see from your position, but they glisten with sweat. What you can see is the forest of public hair surrounding the cock you are sucking. You don’t have to suck for long - it explodes in your mouth seconds later, its far enough back that it drains easily down your throat. As you swallow the final pearls of cum, you feel your black lover slam into you with a mighty thrust his tool jetting his sperm deep into you! Spent it withdraws too. Your hands are gently pulled from their unconscious grip on the stone table’s edges to waiting cocks, the largest you've yet to see. You obediently begin to pump them. They are slick from previous couplings. Your mouth is in demand again and before you can open your mouth you feel your legs being handed to another man. He enters you in a single stroke, you body rocks backward under the assault. The cock in your mouth withdraws pumping cum onto your face and neck for which you’re quietly thankful. Moments later the cock on either side of you erupts - spaying your beautiful breasts with cum. You manage to look around quickly, you spot me standing just outside the inner ring of man now gathered around you. Drink in hand, I watch from edge of the grotto. Then you notice and quantify the line of men stretching out in front and around you, 20, 30, more? Your mouth is again guided to a waiting cock, on the other side this time; hands guide your delightful fingers to two more waiting shafts. More cum splashes onto your quivering breasts and belly - cum floods into your throat. All the while you continue to be violently rocked back and forth with intensive and concentrated fucking. All the men are talking to you, but their voices fade in and out of the noisy background - tango music and talking. "Christ I need some of that" or "Look at her take that!" and "Oh Lord look at her swallow that"; while there was no violence beyond coarse or rough sex, you discern comments at times, "fuck that whore", "make her swallow!" or "make the bitch moan!" Yet again your cunt is stretched, your vision blurs and flickers with the thrum of music and conversation. The line looks longer than before as men drift into the grotto to watch the action! Another head arcs back as another man pounds the "sperm bag" that you have become. Fresh cum jets from a cock landing across your belly and yet another man moves from your mouth to cum in your hair. You are a machine. You rock back on your bottom, you pump cocks with tight fists and leaden arms, your cunt is stretched and numb, your mouth aches. As you deal to four cocks simultaneously yet again, you realise you can still taste the cock in your mouth. You are unsure why, but you are certain it has recently been in another cunt recently. You don’t understand why, but you suck and lick with renewed energy. You drift off into a blur...you begin counting the shiny bumps on the ceiling, this goes on for god knows how long. Legs are passed to whomever is standing next in line, legs down, legs up, legs together, legs spread - in general not uncomfortable at all when they are being held by someone standing in front. Some lovers too vigorous, but it’s never painful - breast swinging wildly and then just jiggling then swinging violently and so on, time seems to stand still. Your mouth fills again with cum and you swallow - is it possible to get full on cum? You are on the verge of laughing out loud, giddiness from exhaustion. You turn your head for another cock, but none are there, your hands are empty - your arms dangle off the table. I look you in the eyes, my arms propping up your weary legs. I place your legs up straight, which has happened seldom enough tonight to still feel good, and I slide slowly into you - never breaking my gaze into your wonderfully deep eyes! My arms wrap around your legs, I caress your belly - sliding wads of cum onto the table beside you. As I plunge deeply into you, I wipe cum from your lovely face; sticky hair is plastered to your forehead. I cup your gorgeously slimy breasts and I blow you a kiss. You are a mess. I am so deeply in love with you. I cum in a spectacular orgasm with bright lights and wobbly knees. Your smile melts me... I lower your legs slowly, gently, the pressure returns to your bottom. You reach for my hands and I take your wet sticky hands in mine and I lift you from the table to the floor. I support you as your legs fold under you. It takes a minute to feel them again, your sandals at your feet are slipped on. Several men approach while we hold each other tight. They kiss you lovingly on the cheek. I lead you across the room. Your dress is produced and they slide it over your head. It sticks to your body - it is adjusted as best as possible. With your purse over my shoulder and your bra in my pocket, I walk you down the corridor and out the steel door from whence this adventure began. The Spaniard who fucked you first tonight holds the door open. He blow's you a kiss as you shuffle slowly through the door, "An honour lady," he says with deep sincerity. You manage a week nod. I get you to the parking garage and dump you carefully into your seat – you are asleep in seconds. I drive home in complete silence. I drive into the garage and send the babysitter off. I return to the car and help you upstairs to our room where I have drawn a bath with lavender salts - I remove your dress and you march zombie like to the bath. I wash and stroke you. I dry you and deliver you into our bed - wrapping my arms around you I spoon into your sleeping form. You are a sleeping angel. My love for you swells again and I too fall asleep. You awake in the morning to the smell of coffee and croissants. A note by the bed indicates that I have taken the kids to the zoo - we'll be back after lunch. So your questions will have to wait for now my darling. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 30