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Subject: {ASSM} "The Anniversary" (Mf,bondage,gangbang)
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If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it.
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Copyright (c) 2000 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written
permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this
notice attached. The author may be contacted at normdeploom@hotmail.com
All the characters and events in this story are fictional, any resemblance
to real people or events is entirely coincidental.
The Anniversary
By
Norm DePloom
I remember standing in front of the mirror turning this way and that. I
smiled at myself knowing that I looked just like Mark liked me to when we
went out dancing. It was our anniversary and we always went dancing on our
anniversary. Two hours of dancing with Mark was like two hours of intense
foreplay. I always finished the evening so hot we had to have a quick
'tension reliever' in the back seat of the car, or any place else we could
find, before driving home.
Last time we went dancing I was so hot when we left. God was I hot. I was
wet, open and ready. All of you lady readers will know what I'm talking
about. You'll know if you've ever been so hot and ready that you didn't
mind that your hundred-dollar blouse was being ripped to shreds against the
filthy brick wall you were being pushed against. So hot you did not care
that anyone stepping into the parking lot could see you fucking, in the
small alcove you'd been pushed into by your man.
The alcove was just deep enough that our fucking was hidden from passer-byes
on the sidewalk by a shadow. As soon as he pushed me against the brick wall
I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist while he held me by my
ass and pushed his hard cock into me.
I started cumming as soon as his cock-head touched my swollen sensitive cunt
lips. I don't think I stopped cumming until sometime the next afternoon.
I watched my nipples grow and my aureole crinkle in the mirror as I
remembered that hard frantic fuck in the club parking lot. I was wearing a
thin see through blouse with a 'natural look' see through bra underneath it.
Just a hint of my dark brown aureoles was visible through the material. My
skirt was just long enough to be 'decent' and my white cotton panties were
already getting soaked just thinking about the possibilities that the night
held.
Yes, I said it, my white cotton panties. I would have gladly gone without
them (I usually do) but Mark liked me to wear them. Sometime during the eve
ning he would ask me to take them off and hand them to him. It always gave
us both a thrill as he sniffed them and checked their dampness while sitting
at a table with people around us.
I decided I was perfect, and left the room. I did not want to keep Mark
waiting (and like the hot little slut I am I wanted to get the evening
started so we could get to the fucking). Mark, pushing his hi-tech ergonomic
desk chair met me at the bottom of the stairs.
"Sit." He ordered, not waiting for me to ask what he was doing with the
chair. I sat. He pulled my arms behind the chair and I felt the cold steel
of handcuffs as I heard the loud clicking of them being ratcheted closed on
my wrists. I'm no stranger to an occasional restraint, but I hadn't
expected it this evening. When I opened my mouth to ask about his plans
Mark slipped a ball gag into it. I watched as he lifted my legs over the
arms of the chair and tied them in place, leaving me open and exposed. A
blindfold finished my new accessories. I noticed it was black, it would
match my black skirt. Mark pushed the chair, with me secured in it, through
the house and left me setting in what I assumed was the family room to
answer the doorbell that had rung just as we entered the room.
I heard several male voices accompanying Mark back into the room. I started
to feel a little frightened for the first time, frightened and hot. I was
immediately disappointed. The men seemed to ignore me, I could hear chairs
being moved, then cards being shuffled. I was tied to the chair with my
cotton covered crotch (I'm sure they could se my pubic hair through it)
showing and they were going to play poker.
"Five card stud, one eyed jacks are wild. The first hand is for the blouse."
I heard Mark announce. I listened as bets were announced chips were tossed
onto the table and new cards were asked for. Finally I heard a trite 'read
them and weep' from a voice I did not recognize. I must admit I jumped when
I felt my blouse being unbuttoned. After pulling my blouse up over the back
of the chair an leaving it dangling from my handcuffed wrists the man
massaged my breasts through my bra.
I, and he, felt my nipples harden under his warm hands. The hands left my
breasts then firmly grabbed my thighs. He ran his hands up the insides of
my thighs, then, when he reached my panty-covered crotch he spoke for the
first time.
"God she's wet." He said to the other men. I could feel myself blushing.
'Now they all know,-' I thought, '-what a slut I am.'
"That's enough for now." I heard Mark announce. The hands lingered on my
crotch for another three or four seconds, then with a good by clit pinch
through the cloth they disappeared. I was left panting and exposed in the
chair while the men played another hand. "This hand is for the skirt."
Mark announced.
Once again I listened to shuffling, dealing, betting and finally another
winner. I felt some tugging on the bottom of my skirt. I wondered how thy
were going to get the skirt off with my legs tied until I felt a pull that
almost lifted me off the chair and heard my skirt ripping up the front.
Despite my grieve over losing a very expensive skirt that I had purchased
just for this evening, the sound of it being ripped open sent a thrill
cursing through my body. The thrill coiled down into my crotch and I'm sure
everybody in the room could see me oozing into the crotch of my white cotton
panties. Hell, I could smell my cunt and I'm sure every body else in the
room could also.
I felt the man kneeling in front of me, he ran his hands up and down the
inside of my thighs, sending chills up and down my spine. On his last
upward thrust of his hands he slipped his fingers under my panties and
rubbed the tips of his index fingers up and down my swollen wet cunt lips.
I'm sure everyone in the room heard my groan despite the ball gag I was
wearing.
He pulled his hands away from my crotch, turning my groan of pleasure into a
whimper of frustrated need. I heard Mark announce that the next hand would
be for my bra. My nipples hardened even more in anticipation.
While I listened to the cards being shuffled and dealt, and to bets being
made, I realized that I was rotating my hips in gentle humping motions
trying to stimulate myself against the wet crotch of my panties. I must
have been putting on quite a show for the poker players.
A winner was announced and I weighted with my breath held for whomever it
was to take off my bra. It fastened in front and I felt the person tugging
at the clasp. My bra was pulled up over the back of the chair and slid down
my arms to hang, with my blouse, on my handcuffed wrists. Warm hands
touched both of my breasts and I new immediately that they were a woman's
hands. They twisted and pinched my nipples with a knowledge that no man
could possibly have.
I felt her hot breath a fraction of a second before her hot wet mouth closed
over my left nipple, sucking it into almost painful erect-ness. Her other
hand continued twisting and pinching my right nipple. Although I had never
fucked another woman before, I had often thought about it. She moved her
mouth to my right nipple and slid her hand down over my stomach and into the
top of my panties. My whole body jerked when she gently pinched my clit.
She ran her finger up and down the inside of my cunt lips then flicked her
fingertip back and forth over my swollen clit.
She pulled away just as quickly as the others had, leaving my trembling body
for all to see. The lust roaring through my body can not be described. I
wanted to, no, I needed to be fucked and fucked hard. I felt like I was
going to go insane if I did not get a cock inside me. I continued to make
fucking motions with my hips trying to stimulate myself against my panties.
I was just barely aware of the poker game going on in the room.
My body jerked hard, almost tipping the chair over when I felt the hand
grabbing the elastic top of my panties. Engulfed in my own lust, I had lost
track of everything else going on in the room. I realized that I had been
moaning loudly while they played poker. The man ripped the side seems out
of my panties. In the process he pulled the crotch up inside my cunt lips
dragging it roughly against my clit. It hurt, but even the pain added to my
lust. His hands rubbed my breasts, then after lingering for a moment on my
stomach moved to my trembling thighs.
"Oh god fuck me, please!" I yelled as best I could with a ball gag in my
mouth. I heard laughter in the room, I guess my shout was clear enough for
them to understand. When I felt his fingertip at the entrance to my cunt I
thrust forward as hard as I could under my restrained condition and managed
to push about a half inch of his finger inside me. He slowly slid his
finger in and out a few times while he sucked on each of my nipples.
Despite the slow teasing rhythm of his finger I was on the verge of cumming
when his mouth and hands disappeared leaving me once again humping thin air
for their entertainment. I was insane with lust and kept humping the air, I
really think I would have fucked a god damn elephant if they'd brought one
into the room.
"The last hand-" I heard Mark announce. "-will be seven card stud nothing
wild. The winner gets to fuck her first." I heard the cards being shuffled
for what seemed like an eternity. 'Oh god' I kept thinking 'hurry the fuck
up.'
The hand must have ended, I could hear them gathering around the chair to
watch me getting fucked by whoever won. I could feel someone holding the
back of the chair, then hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me forward, hard.
I yelped in pain as my crotch was pulled forward forcing my restrained
thighs to part further. I thought I was going to be ripped in half.
Then I felt it his cock slammed into my open, wet, hot cunt splitting my
swollen cunt lips and entering me all the way in one thrust. When his pubic
bone at the base of his cock slammed into my swollen sensitized clit I
screamed through the gag. It felt like my clit exploded. I screamed, and I
started cumming. It felt like my mind was melting, being sucked down
through my body until there was nothing in the universe except my cunt being
fucked and my clit being slammed hard with every in stroke.
Whoever was holding the back of the chair began to thrust me forward to meet
his powerful strokes. I felt like my head exploded. I have no really clear
memories of the night after that. I know that I was fucked tied to the
chair for what seemed like forever. I remember breaks from the pounding
cocks when the woman's tongue gently licked and cleaned my cunt.
Sometime during the night I was untied form the chair and, with my hands
still handcuffed pushed down on my knees with my breasts and face pushed
into the carpet. The woman licked and tongue fucked my ass getting it ready
for the men. The first man knelt behind me and, holding onto my handcuffed
wrists pushed his cock into my ass. I was still gagged, and my face was
pushed into the carpet so no one heard me 'squealing like a pig' during my
first ass fuck.
My nipples quickly got sore being rubbed back and forth on the carpet with
each thrust. Even through the pain of my first ass fuckings and the
soreness of my nipples I was still cumming. I oozed cunt juice and cum down
my thighs where it soaked into the carpet. This room was going to smell
like a cheap whorehouse by the time we were done.
I remember having the gag finally removed from my mouth. I didn't have time
to rub my jaw, a cock replaced it immediately. Now, cocksucking is
something I'm good at and, even though I was kept off balance because my
wrists were still handcuffed, I new I could give them the blow jobs of their
lives. It seemed though that they weren't interested in receiving a blow
job, they all wanted to fuck my mouth, which is an entirely different thing.
One after another they slammed their cocks into my mouth and down my throat
just as vigorously as they'd fucked my cunt and my ass. My lips became sore
and puffy as cock after cock fucked my mouth. I was relieved when I finally
felt the woman's lips and tongue gently cleaning the cum from my face and
ministering to my swollen lips.
I vaguely remember hearing Mark say good by to the poker players. I was
still blindfolded and handcuffed and had no idea what time it was. It felt
like I'd been fucked non-stop for at least a week. Mark gently picked me up
from the floor and carried me to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed then
to my surprise he spread my legs and began to gently fuck my tired body. I
actually fell asleep while he was fucking me and woke up some untold time
later.
The blind fold and handcuffs were gone. I gently felt my lips, then my clit
and cuntlips they were swollen and sore to all that I remembered had
actually happened, it hadn't been a dream. I pushed myself up on my elbow
so I could see the clock over marks chest. It was four o'clock in the
afternoon. As I laid back down I wondered if it was the next day or a week
later.
There was a glass of water on my bedside table, and only when I saw it did I
realize how thirsty I was. I sucked it down without stopping for air.
'Isn't that just like Mark' I thought as I drank the cool water. 'to make
sure I had some water when I woke up'. As I put the empty glass back on the
table I noticed the remote control. It had a sticky on it with a not
instructing me to watch the video that was in the VCR.
I turned on our big screen TV, then pressed the 'start' button. The screen
was immediately filled with a picture of me tied to the chair with my
clothes still on. I sat mesmerized watching myself being stripped then
repeatedly fucked by a bunch of men I didn't know. As I watched my hands
slowly drifted to my breasts and my cunt.
When Mark finally woke up I climbed on top of him and rode his cock, leaning
over I said "Thanks for last night." I squeezed his cock with my cunt
muscles, "and thanks for the video."
I keep wondering, what will Mark do next year to top this?
--
The other day upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away.
Norm DePloom
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