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I remember the 1st time I saw him, I was walking in the mall with my two best friends Shantell and Jamieka. I was wearing pink blouse and a pair of Capri pants; my girls were as hoochie as ever both wearing mini skirts so shorts their mother would whoop them with a switch if she saw them. Jamieka was wearing a gold halter that gave anyone a full view of her DD’s and Shantell wore a backless halter that accented her booty. I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked. I knew he was watching so I turned my walk into a stroll as I continued my conversation with glee. My friends and I sat down to get a bite to eat, that was when he approached me and introduced himself as Eric and asked if I had a man. He had a radiant smile and the body of a Greek God, he was about 6 foot even, caramel complexion complemented by the most amazing hazel eyes. I quickly replied that I did indeed have a man and that my name was Dalila. He then told me you have a beautiful name and body, and he offered that my name meant “gentle”. He appeared a bit disappointed but not defeated, he slid me a card with his name, phone number and email address on it. He politely said goodbye and turned to walk away, but not before saying “I hope to hear from you again.”
It had to be about 2-3 weeks later, and I was at home alone my boyfriend of 2 years Jon, and at the time. He was away on a trip to Black Bike Week in Myrtle Beach. I was bored out of my mind, so I called my girl, Shantell to see what she was up to but she didn’t pick up. Jamieka was away for the weekend with her boyfriend and I really didn’t have any other friends to speak of .I then turned on my laptop and decide to explore the World Wide Web. After about 30 minutes of this I discovered that the World Wide Web wasn’t very entertaining at all but I could order a pair of Prada shoes I had my eyes on for about month for only $200, this was a bargain because in the mall they were damn near $500. I went to my purse to grab my credit card, when I notice the card from Eric. I flipped the card between my fingers contemplating my next move. I finished my purchase, and then decided what the hell; it wouldn’t hurt to email him would it?
I typed [email protected], I chuckled as I typed it in thinking to my self was it really possible. I have heard many guys make the claim but couldn’t hold up to the hype. I typed
“What’s up how are you doing, I met you at the mall, my name is Dalila, hit me back when you can. I’m curious to know if you really do have a thick dick” I hit the send button and my attempt at flirtation made its journey through cyberspace.
I then sat and waited for a response, I waited for about 20 minutes and nothing came, just as I was about to shut down and grab something to eat and a movie out of the massive DVD collection, I heard the infamous word “ You got mail”.
“Hello gentle one, I remember you. Yes as advertised, my dick is thick and long. I can show you whenever you’re ready.”
I sent him an instant message, and responded “I am ready
Thickdickeric: Ok check your email
Dalila: 4 what
Thickdickeric: cause you said you were ready
Dalila: HU
I checked my email he had sent me a picture of the most luscious dick I have ever seen. It was thick, the head was smooth, and the shaft was rugged and had vein pulsating through it. The size was nice too about 8 inches. Dalila felt herself getting moist just staring at the image. What was she doing this was so unlike her, She was no virgin but felt she was very modest about sex and sexuality compared to her friends, who were certified freaks in my book. Now this complete stranger had brought this strange flirtatious behavior. “I’m just bored.” she stated to herself “I will just play the game, for fun”
Thickdickeric: R U there
Dalila: Yes, Is that yours or does it belong to someone else.
Thickdickeric: It could belong 2 U if u want
Dalila: I have a boyfriend
Thickdickeric: Then where is he
Dalila: He’s out
Thickdickeric: I think u just saying that cause u scared to play with me
Dalila: Scared please, I could swallow u with ease
Thickdickeric: Show Me
Dalila: Watch Me, u got a web cam
Thickdickeric: yea let me turn it on
I grabbed a banana from the kitchen and turned on my web cam, and proceeded to seduce him with my skill. I was not sure how I would pull this off cause Jon my boyfriend was hardly as large as Eric or that banana I gagged every time I attempted to give him head. I slowly peeled the banana, licking it slowly
Dalila: u like that
Thickdickeric: yea, do it again
I licked the banana again, then put a little of it in my mouth, then I slid in a little more and started to choke, Then I removed the banana completely peeled it.
Thickdickeric: Slowly, take your time
I slid the banana back into my mouth; this time even more went in. Then I did it I swallowed the entire thing and didn’t gag one bit.
Thickdickeric: Damn, that was sexy as hell
Dalila: U R next
Thickdickeric: is that so,
Dalila: yes
Thickdickeric: r u wet
Dalila: what
Thickdickeric: Taste it
Dalila: no
Thickdickeric: taste it
Dalila: No, that nasty
Thickdickeric: It tastes good trust me.
This was too much for me I had never touched myself down there. My mother always told me that a proper young lady does not do those types of things.
Thickdickeric: Ahh I thought we were having fun
Dalila: we were til u came up with your nasty request.
Thickdickeric: touch it very gently, just like your name gentle.
I thought again what the hell; I had already performed fallatio on a piece of fruit.
Dalila: ok
Thickdickeric: rub it softly then put your fingers inside.
Thickdickeric: r u doing it, I can’t see.
Dalila: Yes
Thickdickeric: Now taste
Thickdickeric: yea that’s it, how does it taste
Dalila: Sweet
Thickdickeric: Can I have a taste
Dalila: Sure
We chatted for about another hour and a half with him watching me enjoy the sweet taste of my own pussy, and fantasizing. It was close to midnight and she decided to sign off
Dalila: Goodnight
Thickdickeric: Good night 2 u, Dream about me.
That I did, I went to bed dreaming about the beautiful dick sliding in and out of my candied walls making me scream in ecstasy. I woke the next morning with a smile on her face and a ringing cell phone. It was Jon and he was calling to say that he missed me. I got up and took a shower. I used the different heads on the shower to send my body into a climactic frenzy. I got out toweled my glistening body off. The phone rang again, this time it was Shantell calling me back . She said she had went to see her ,mother in Miami yesterday and was just getting back. I decided not to tell her about my encounter with Eric. We planned to go shopping later that day and then go to a local night club that night. I met her at Saks around 12 after getting a light salad from Sly’s . We were looking for a sexy dress to wear tonight . I found this little lacy , black strapless dress with a slit up the front that stopped just before my sweetness.
“ That dress is fly, you got to try it on” Shantell protested while dragging me into the dressing room.
She helped me to undress and seductively eyed my full C cup. She approached me from behind first grabbing my breast and fondling my nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Her hands slid down my waist as she began to make small kisses along my back. She then lick both my butt cheeks, which sent electricity through my pussy. For some strange reason I did not pull away from her. I am not a lesbian and had never thought about being with a woman before. She came around in front of me and kissed my lips. I let our tongues touch. Our lips parted and she kissed my neck, then took my breast in her mouth one at a time. First kissing them then sucking them, them biting them. I was on fire. She lowered herself to suck my pussy lips through the fabric of my silk panties. I grabbed her head and pushed her deeper into my pussy, She slid my panties to the side buried her tongue inside my folds. My juices began flowing down my leg. I let out a soft groan, and then put her finger inside me while she feasted on my clit. I lost control; my legs almost buckle under me when I came. Shantell got up and kissed my lips, I could taste my pussy on her lips, and the same delicious juice I part took of the night before. She said “Well I guess you’re going to buy the dress.”
I redressed and we left the dressing room. I went to find some sexy thongs to wear with it, but Shantell suggested that I go without them. After we left Saks, I walked her back to her car, and she deeply kissed me and grabbed my ass. I returned home to take a shower before it was time to get ready. I turned on my laptop and logged on to my instant messaging program. Within minutes I got an alert that Thickdickeric was now online. He sent me a message.
Thickdickeric: Did you dream about me
Dalila: Yes
Thickdickeric: what did u dream
Dalila:: About you fucking my brains out
Thickdickeric: can I
Dalila:: Certainly
Thickdickeric: What r u doing 2nite
Dalila:: going to the Chocolate club with my friend Shantell.
Thickdickeric: The one with the big tits
Dalila:: No the other one
Thickdickeric: I c, so how was your day
Dalila:: Sexy
Thickdickeric: explain
Dalila:: My girl Shantell just feasted on my Pussy
Thickdickeric: Word, U get down like that
Dalila:: No, never, that was the 1st time
Thickdickeric: 1st time huh, well I’m glad you enjoyed.
Thickdickeric: Can I watch next time
Dalila: There won’t be a next time
Thickdickeric: Right!
Thickdickeric: Well C Ya 2nite, bye
Then he signed off before I could reply. I laid down on the couch, just thinking about the things I had done in the last day and a half , all of which I have never done before. I masturbated for a complete stranger, I had a lesbian encounter with my best friend. I could not figure why. I fell asleep pondering that very question why. This time when I woke it was damn near 9:30 at night . My cell was chirping indicating a missed call. Before I could dial the number back the phone vibrated in my hand. I answered it was Shantell and Jamieka on 3 way. Jamieka had come home early from her trip because she and Ali had yet another one of there ridiculous fights. Jamieka quickly stated, “ Don’t ask.” ,and “ What time you gon be ready to go to the club ?” in her most southern tone. I let her know to pick me up in an hour.
I began my preparation ritual of applying make-up, curling my hair, picking the right pumps to wear with my ultra sexy dress. The girls arrive about an hour and half after I hung up with them. They were dressed as hoochie as ever, leaving nothing for the imagination. Then again who was I to talk, with a slit that stopped at ,my pussy and no panties on. We arrived at the Chocolate club , which was this quarter’s hottest hip- hop club. Jamieka and I headed straight to the bar as Shantell was carted off by some dreaded up Lil Wayne wannabe. Jamieka order Hennessy straight up no chase, and I order a slow screw up against the wall , which consists of Vodka, Sloe Gin, Southern Comfort, Peach Schnapps, Orange Juice, and Galliano. After downing 2 of these we joined Shantell and Lil Wayne on the dance floor. I usually don’t dance or drink but this weekend I discovered was all about trying something new. I got into my own groove, a guy came up behind me and started grinding on me. I could feel his dick through my dress. He was already hard . I was so zoned that I grinding him so hard, if you didn’t know better you would’ve thought we were fucking. Cuz was grabbing on my tits and playing with my kitty kat under my dress. First he inserted one, then two. His fingers were penetrating my throbbing pussy. He curve his long fingers as if gesturing for someone to come here. He kept going as drawing me deeper into his fingers. Then it happened. I felt as of I was going to pee, then it was pleasure all over again. He whispered into my ear “ let it go” and I did I came all over his fingers, and the floor. It was like a shower. “ That’s it” . Before I knew it I felt his finger playing with my asshole. I tried to pull away, but he pulled me back. He started kissing my neck as he pulled me deeper into the dark shadows of the club. How could he have known that was my hot spot. I melted. He slid his index finger in my ass, this was a totally new experience for me. At first I felt awkward then like before the pleasure subdued me. His friend now joined us. Grinding at my front, he passed a golden packet to his friend at my back, which I soon figured out was a condom. The guy, # 2 we’ll call him, at my front lifted my leg and parted my pussy lips with his girth in one single motion. While the guy #1 held my back. I started riding his dick. Then they lifted both my legs and guy #1 slid his dick in my ass. They were inside me at the same time. This was surreal. Frightening but full of excitement I didn’t care who else was in the room, who was watching, what anyone had to say at that moment. As one pulled out the other pushed in, our rhythm was magical. #2’s knees began to stiffen and I knew he was about to cum. He grunted then fucked me faster, until both I and # 1 were also exploding. Like I said it was magical. They let me down and slid out of me .I walked away as if the mountain of pleasure I had just experienced didn’t happen. I didn’t say a word to either one. I made my way to my friends at the other end of the room. By then Jamieka had gotten pissy drunk and was on her cell screaming at Ali. I grabbed her and found Shantell and we proceeded to leave. I dropped Shantell off at her spot then drove Jamieka home. She asked me to stay with her because she did not want to be alone. I said sure hoping what happened with Shantell would not happen again, not that I was complaining. I put her to bed then grabbed an old night gown from her room , took a shower then went to her guess room to sleep. Again dreams of me and Eric took over my dreams, along with the thoughts of Shantell eating my pussy intertwined with # 1 and #2 fucking in both holes at the same time.
Oooo, OOo, ahh, ahh is what I heard when I woke up. Startled I jumped up from the bed. I remembered that I was still at Jamieka walked over to the door of her bedroom to check to see if she was ok. The door was slightly open. What I saw was Jamieka, with her legs pinned to the back of head and Ali was driving his long dick into her like he was digging for black gold. I was entrance at the way he was fucking her. He then turned her over and was fucking her doggy style all while aggressively grabbing her neck and choking her . She was panting as if she was on her last breath. This shit turned me on. He pushed her face into the pillow and started driving harder into her pussy. He looked back. Damn he saw me, but he didn’t stop. It was as if it gave him more prowess, knowing I was there watching, lusting. I was now playing with me clit, the more I rubbed the harder he fucked her. She got up on top and rode him for all there was. You could hear her juices sloshing around between them. He began to groan loudly as she rode him, he was nearing his climax. Right before he came she got up and put his 10 inch cock between her DD’s and fuck his dick ,until cum was spilling all over them. Then she did something amazing she licked every drop of his cum of her own tits. I slowly went back to the guess room and pretended to get some sleep. Make up sex, damn.
The next morning, I told the couple good bye and went home to rest. Jon would be home later and I missed him dearly. When I got home I found that I left my computer on. I received another IM from Eric,
That said you looked very sexy in that dress last night. How did it feel to have two dicks inside you at the same time. I was flabbergasted. He was really there, watching me. I wrote back that I had an amazing time. He responded that I like watching you. Do you like watching people fuck. Before responding , I thought about the night before, I liked watching Jamieka and Ali fucking, I liked being fucked while others watched. I sent my response “Yes”
Can I watch you fuck again sometime.
Again my answer was “ Yes”
I thought to myself how about tonight.
Jon arrived home about 5PM that evening carrying a dozen white roses, my favorites. He kissed me passionately and without pause. We ended up in our bedroom as I had planned. I left the laptop on with the web cam running. I quickly pulled Jon’s close off , nibbling on his ear and neck while doing so. My aggressiveness threw him off guard but did not deter him one bit. He grabbed me and pushed me on the bed and began licking and sucking my nipples, I thought about how Shantell had devoured me the other day at Saks. I was lost in lust, Jon kissed licked his way down to my pussy, softly parting my pussy lips with his tongue. First he licked both sides of my pussy then nibbled on my clit, before darting his tongue in and out of my pussy. Then back up all over again. He did this about three times. This drove me insane. He kissed my pussy deeper, then licked his way to my asshole. Jon Licked around the hole until I gave him access to my ass. I laid him down on the bed, now it was his turn for me to torture him with my tongue. I kissed his neck, and ears, took both his nipples, down his stomach stopping just before his cock. ,then went back up again. Then I licked the head of his penis. Slowly taking it in as I had done with the banana for Eric. I got Jon’s entire dick in my mouth for the 1st time . I started rubbing my clit while I was sucking his engorged penis. Thoughts of what Eric had taught me gently . I then kissed the skin in the crevice between his thigh and his shaft. This applied even more pleasure and torture. He pushed me away because he could not take much more and would cum too soon. I climbed up and guided his shaft into my candied walls. I was soaking wet. I rode him and kissed him. I started to tighten my muscle around his dick. He struggled to hold back. He grabbed at my neck as I was riding him, choking me. This gave me the greatest excitement .I started to reminisce about Jamieka and Ali fucking last night , which drove me wild. I was bucking and I came once again. To stop himself from coming to he pushed me off of him , and pushed my face into the pillow. He plunged deeply between my thigh, then pull out, then again he plunged in. This night was crazy. He took his finger and began playing with my asshole. I didn’t stop him at all. Jon pulled his dick out of my pussy and penetrated my ass. I pulled back, then slowly eased myself onto his dick. I fell in love with this new feeling, of anal sex. I kinda missed the double penetration I got from #1 and #2, so I put my fingers inside my pussy while Jon was in my asshole. This experience was also magical. I felt Jon’s dick harden in my ass and I knew he was about to cum. I dropped down to my knees and open my mouth so Jon could shoot his load. He did and I swallowed every drop. “Wow” was all he could muster. He looked at me before collapsing and asked “what got into you”. I replied, shyly saying “Nothing I just missed you”.3
Jon then got up to run the shower. I ran over to the lap top and sent an IM to Thickdickeric that said did you enjoy me then signed off before he could respond.
Part 2
On the following Friday Jon mentioned that his former college roommate had recently move into town and he wanted me to meet him. Jon said that he would cook his world famous gumbo and fried chicken tonight for dinner. I agreed to dinner then, went work. I work at SG incorporated as the Vice President of Marketing. The work was tedious, but I had an office to myself and the pay wasn’t that bad.
Once I got to work my assistant brought me a cup of steaming coffee and my schedule for the day. Good I said between sips, My schedule was clear, other than a meeting with Mr. Quinton Watkins , sales manager and Veronica Phillips, CEO from Skimpiest’ Lingerie at 11:30 . I have been trying to land that account for over three months. It was worth 10 million to my company and a fat bonus for me. This meeting was the one were they would give their decision. I had to meet them at their office which meant I had about an hour and a half to get ready. I sat thinking about last weekend events then. I booted up my computer and sent a message to Eric.
Dalila: hey wasp what did you think about last week.
Thickdickeric: I loved it
He quickly replied.
Dalila: r u at work
Thickdickeric: I own my own company web designing for different companies.
Dalila: so what did u like about Friday night
Thickdickeric: ur ass in the air
Dalila: like that huh,
Thickdickeric: yea, and the way you were screaming when he had his face between your legs.
Dalila: I can still feel his tongue.
Thickdickeric: can I put my tongue inside your pussy
Dalila: no, I don’t even know u
Thickdickeric: but let dudes at the club hit and you don’t know their names
He had a point, She had straight up let them fuck her.
Dalila: but that was different
Thickdickeric: just admit it you don’t like me
Dalila: I don’t know you
Thickdickeric: what ever
He signed off. I sat back in my chair thinking he had a lot of nerve. Well I had about 15 minutes before it was time for me to leave. I review my documents and prepared for my meeting. I said to myself do what ever it takes to get this account.
I arrive at the office for Skimpy’s about 20 minutes early, the receptionist greeted me then offer me coffee and showed me to the office of Quinton Watkins. Quinton was a fairly handsome man he stood about 6’8, 215lbs of solid muscle. He was butter pecan, with smooth skin, I had been admiring over the past month or so. He shook my hand and offered me seat. “You’re early” “I like that, and I know Veronica really likes that”.
“That information is good to know, Will she be joining us, I asked in my sexiest voice.
He replied that she would be there in a moment. Instantly Veronica appeared in the doorway. She extended her hand, and I couldn’t help but get glance at her gorgeous cleavage. She didn’t have as much as Jamieka but she carried them well. I wondered what it would be like to take her mounds into my mouth. What was I saying; I had completely turned into a freak. Damn! After our salutations and small talk we got down to business. Veronica and I sat side by side on a lounge chair in Quinton office. Veronica spoke first saying “We have not completely made a decision on which firm we would like to represent our company. All of the companies are fairly comparable, yet you seemed a bit more eager than the others. In light of this I set up this meeting to see what attributes you truly have to offer.” She stated this while caressing my thigh.
“I am willing to do whatever it takes” as I slid my skirt up to expose my satin covered pussy.
She smiled indicating she was pleased. Quinton then said “Veronica is the boss so we must do as she asks.”
I understood completely. Veronica instructed me to kiss her lips. I leaned over and kissed her lips, forcing her to part them with my tongue. Her tongue tasted like peppermint. I continued to devour her luscious lips until she pulled away and gave her next instruction. She told me to get down on my knees, to remove her blouse so I could suck her nipples. I happily did as I was told. In the corner of my eye I could see that Quinton had begun to undress as well. I lapped at her sepia nipples, which reminded me of morsels of chocolate chips. Suckling them and massaging them at the same time. Her I alternated from her right then left, and back again. Her eyes were slightly closed then I heard her moaning with pleasure. I reached in to touch her thighs and then she snapped “Since you can not follow direction you must be punished. Go get it. ” Quinton quickly grabbed a paddle from one of his desk drawers. “ You punish her” she ordered then told me to remove all my clothes except my panties which were actually soaked by then, and get on all fours. I quickly did as I was told. Quinton took the paddle. Whop! Was the sound I heard as the paddle made contact with the skin on my ass? It stung greatly, then he did it again and again, by the fourth time he had spanked me I was dizzy, with pain and pleasure. This was another new one for me. “Lick my pussy “she order while I was still down on all fours. Veronica also got on her knees and bent before me. I could smell the strawberry scent of her pussy. There is was in front of me. I could see her pink slit. I cautiously grazed her opening with my tongue tasting another woman’s pussy other than my own for the 1st time ever. I was amazed that she also sweet tasted. I continued to push my tongue between her pussy lips, exploring inside folds, I darted my tongue in and out as if it were a dick. I always like when it was done to me so I returned the favor. The more I licked between her pussy lips the more she began to squirm, push in her pussy further into my mouth. . Her juices entered my mouth and I was in heaven. It was intoxicating; I began ferociously sucking on her clit. , she let out a great wail of pleasure releasing more of her cum on my face and lips. She pushed me away then ordered Quinton to take my panties off. Then she grabbed the paddle from his hands and started to spank my ass until my cheeks were on fire. Quinton then stuck his long index finger into my pussy, he fucked me with it. Then he inserted two fingers, then three. He continued adding digits until he had managed to insert his entire fist. He fist fucked me .The muscles of my pussy contracted on his hand, then I came all over his hand. When he removed hand it was covered with my essence. Quinton allowed me to suck each of his slender fingers until every drop of my cum was gone. He kneeled in front of my face, rubbing his long dick in front of my face. He cock was about a good 9 ½ to 10 inches, and he had girth. I opened my mouth to allow him access. He shoved in into my throat. I sucked and licked his dick. Slurping every bit of precum he gave. Then I felt a something hard at my pussy opening. I looked back and saw Veronica with one of the strap-on things, getting ready to plow into me. She entered me from behind, I gasped from the intensity. She pulled out, and then pushed in. She fucked me gracefully at first. I continued to orally pleasure Quinton’s 10 inches. We were all moaning. Veronica quickened her pace, lifting my leg to further access. She was incredible. I came at least four times while she was inside me. Quinton removed his dick from my mouth, and went around and kneeled behind Veronica. Veronica was now attacking my clit while she fucked me. Quinton lifted Veronica’s leg which pushed her deeper inside me, as he entered her from behind. Every time he pushed deeper to her she did the same to me. It was like a domino effect. We were overwhelmed with ecstasy. Quinton pull his dick out of Veronica and she pulled out of me, I started suckling her beautiful breast again. Quinton jacked his dick, until he came all over Veronica’s face, and tits. I licked her face and tits clean. There was no remaining evidence that he had just showered her with his ejaculate.
We all redressed and Veronica had ensured me that I had indeed gotten the account. Before leaving I hugged and tongue kissed both of them. I was elated I had landed a 20 million dollar account, I just had multiple orgasms. I was on top of the world. I call my assistant and informed her of the good news and that I would be out for the rest of the day. I decided I would buy myself a sexy little dress, get my hair done in time for my dinner tonight with Jon and his college buddy. I went to Nieman’s and found a skin tight chocolate leather skirt reach my knee. It also had a split up the front. It had an embroidered floral pattern. I found a chocolate bustier to match. I got my hair done in a sexy up-do with waves of curls crowning my glowing face. I arrive home about 4 Pm. I turn on some Beyonce, because I was definitely a Naughty Girl. I ran the bath I would soak and relax while waiting on Jon to arrive. I pour honey and milk into the water to soften and moisturize my delicate skin. After my bath I toweled off, and then rubbed chocolate body butter into my skin. I slipped on a pair of butter cream crotch fewer panties for Jon’s pleasure after his friend had gone home. Jon arrived home about 5:30; carry a bag of groceries and a bouquet of orchids. Boy I love this man. He dropped the bags on the kitchen counter, and then we embraced and kissed my lips, the nape of my neck. I hadn’t completely dressed yet. I was still in just my panties. Jon stepped back in order to take in the full view of my body, my delectable lips, my pert mocha breast , the curve of my hips , the length of my legs. He saw all of me. He looked at me as it he devour me at any moment and I wanted him to. Since we were short on time, I decided to give him a little snack. We kissed again, our tongues caressing. He licked my lips. Jon kissed my neck again, descending to take my breast into his mouth, left then right. He bit gently on my nipples, I was on fire. He massaged my clit through the slit of my crotch less panties. My clit became hard, as I reached climax. He made a trail down my stomach, stopping at my bikini line. Then the phone rang interrupting our caresses. It was his Jon’s Brother Mike calling to again ask for money. Jon took the call as went to the bedroom to get dressed. My laptop was turned on sitting on top of the bedside table. It indicated that I had received an email; I access my email and saw that I had received a message from Eric; He sent an electronic bouquet of white roses, and a message saying I am sorry. I blushed and then sent him a thank you message.
When I returned to the kitchen, Jon was off of the phone and had started cooking. I sat back drinking a glass of wine. Then set the table. Our guest arrived at about 7:30 Bring a bottle of Merlot with him. Jon answered the door and greeted his old pal. He turned to introduce him and I froze. Jon’s college roommate was none other than Mr. Thickdickeric himself. I smiled and welcome him to our home. I went to the kitchen to get a few wine glasses. I joined the chums in mist of going down memory lane. Jon told me about some of the adventures that the two of them had gotten them selves into. Jon went to the kitchen to check on his meal leaving Eric and I alone in the living room. Eric smiled then whispered for me to letting me know everything was ok and that he would not tell Jon about last weekend. Jon announced that dinner was ready. I sat between the two guys at the table. The food smelled delicious. Eric slyly said “I smell chocolate, so I guess we are having chocolate cake for dessert.”
Jon quickly replied “No, that’s Dalila.”
Eric then winked at Jon saying “Then we will have Dalila for dessert.” I blushed at the notion. Jon laughed not knowing what to say. He served dinner they talked about old times and I announced that I had landed the skimpy account. “Then we will have you for dessert to celebrate your success.” Eric slipped in again.
We had finished our meal and the wine was doing it trick so we decided to adjourn to the living room to continue our conversation. Jon turned on a movie called Monster’s Ball, we watched it and discuss Halle Oscar win for her role in the movie. Jon stated that he would have liked to fuck Halle. Eric stated that he would like to fuck me. I was stunned by his forwardness. Then again when I met him at the mall he was also forward then. Jon laughed again at Eric second mention of sexing me. Then it got kind of quiet. Jon looked from me to Eric then back to me. He rubbed my thigh sliding my skirt up, allowing Eric to see my butter cream panties. Within seconds, Eric dropped before my face licking his way up my leg. Jon began kissing my neck again. I was having difficulty concentrating on which felt the best. Finally after lick both my legs; Eric lifted my skirt above my waist. Jon had managed to remove my bustier as he had my left breast in his mouth. He opened his mouth wide to put most of it inside while his right hand massages my other. Eric had found the opening of my panties, and tasted me as he had requested earlier today. His mouth felt warm on my pussy. He licked around my opening. He darted his tongue in and out as if he were snake. Eric tongue was long and thick like his dick. My pussy responded by releasing its sticky liquid. He sucked and bit down on my clit. I had never felt anything like it. Jon had taken my other breast into his mouth. He kissed down to my stomach, Eric pulled down his pants and released his dick, and I was again amazed at the sight. His dick was hard as a rock. I wrapped my hands around it before taking it into my mouth. Jon then stood and removed his pants as well releasing his erect penis, I took his dick into my other hand, and I then alternated between both penises in my grasp, taking one in my mouth while massaging the other. This drove them wild. While I was sucking Eric he grabbed my head and pushed me further into his dick until I took the whole 8 inches, I then tried to take mouth dicks into my mouth I got them only half way. Jon removed his dick from my mouth while I continued to suck Eric. He lifted my leg and started fucking me. He took my breast into his mouth as he entered me. His dick seemed to grow inside of me. Fuck me harder I moaned; it was awesome. Then the boys switched places .Eric filing my soaking wet pussy while Jon fucked my mouth. I licked Jon’s balls, swallowing them into my mouth. I licked his asshole causing him to squirmed and moan, then back up to the head of his penis in one single stroke. He sucked his shaft to the depth of my throat. Eric was wrecking havoc on my pussy pounding me until my cum sprayed out on his chest and pubic hairs. Jon sat back in the chair jacking his dick. I squatted down on Eric’s dick. I rode his dick, squeezing his dick when I came up and down, letting go only when he hit bottom. He grabbed both my tits and I leaned back against his chest. He forced my legs back as he rocked his =hips to thrust himself further inside. I sat up and made a full rotation on his dick. I rode him as if we were in the Kentucky Derby and he was my prized stallion. I leaned forward to kiss his lips, and neck. Jon approached me from behind. He poured lube on my ass and massaged it into my skin. He licked my ass cheeks then smacked them, then kissed them. He licked my puckering asshole. He slowly inserted his finger in my ass; I could feel the tightness of my pussy. He removed his finger then rubbed his dick against my hole. Then Jon slid his erection in my ass. I moaned over Eric’s neck as he entered me. He fucked my ass and Eric fucked my pussy. I could feel them both move inside me at the same time. I yelled that I was cumming. I knew at that moment that without a doubt, I love to be double fucked. I humped the both of them. Jon pace quickened, I knew he was about to cum. He stiffened then emptied his cum in my ass. Eric told me to get up and he would fuck me doggy style. He leaned in and whispers to me that he like seeing my ass in the air. Eric entered my ass from behind. Jon’s cum was seeping out. Eric pounded my ass, until I then squirted again. He rubbed on my clit and I bucked back to match his thrust. He screamed that he was too cumming. He too came in my ass. Afterwards, we all headed for the shower, and washed each other off. Eric gathered his things and Jon and I escorted him out. I kissed him good night; He said to me again “I hope to see you again”.

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The rise and fall of a boy called Rave part 13

The beginning of the end.
When I started writing this I really didn’t think I would get this far before I lost interest and found something better to do with my spare time so I never really gave much thought to how to write this next part. I think I was planning to make it look like it all carried on the same, putting in some of the better sex bits, and then put in a few big quick events to justify the fall of the gangs, and in some ways that is what happened, but it was really a slow decay, most of the next year in my life was devoted to watching it and not trying to stop it. The truth is that without the slow fall I wouldn’t have become the person I am, and it wouldn’t be the right way to tell the story. So the next few chapters are going to be a little bit darker and I little bit harder, hopefully I will still be able to put in the better sex bits.
Most people blamed the beginning of the end on the immigrants, asylum seekers shipped up north and put into the vacant flats on the estate because no one else would live there, they where soon joined by a far few illegals who lived with them. Most where Islamic Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan all pumped out their fair share and despite their internal differences by the time they reach the estate they were all Pakies too us. If the is one thing the poor do well is finding a sub class to hate.
Their kids didn’t want to join our gangs and we sour as hell were not going to give up territory to them, so we treated them badly. Their adults didn’t want to mix with ours so they didn’t try and stop it. And what was more important they didn’t follow the estates rules and that made tension. They did help the end come quickly but it was on its way before they became a problem. They were just easy to blame afterwards.
No I put the blame for the beginning of the end, or at least the end as it affected me in one place, with an 18 year old southern girl call Kate. Kate never went to the estate, she didn’t know its name, she knew no one from it, and had no ill will towards us. Her only contact with it would come more than a week later when she met me but still the blame lies with her.
Kate wasn’t good looking but that is not to say she was ugly, she was in a middle ground that quit a few girls fall into and convince themselves they are hideous, most girls are attractive in some way you just have to find a guy who has kinks that way. She was a brunette which she hated, her boobs where too big for her body but I have never heard a guy complain about that, her teeth where just a little too big for her mouth and she had a thin nose which made her look smug all the time but she had great skin and she loved her arse even if I did find it a little flat.
It started on a Friday night, it was the last day of Fresher’s week at Liverpool University which puts it at my second week of term. Kate was a Fresher at Liverpool that year, she had been raised a good girl in a posh southern suburb, had gone to a private school, had gone to church on a Sunday, she had never done anything bad other than to lose her virginity to a boy she “truly Loved” back home and as such had come to University and her first taste of freedom with the soul purpose of being bad. She was determined to try new things and over the last week she had tried as many as she could think of, she had got drunk off her face most nights and had had sex with 5 different boys in the last week, one of which must have been 30 and two one after the other against a wall in the street, she had tried weed and had taken an Ecstasy pill, she had even made out with a girl from her halls.
So this new Kate had jumped at the chance to go out Friday night with some second years from her course. They had taken out a dozen girls from first year to show them the town. Kate had gone down on one of the lads in a club bathroom, even swallowed, which was fine until he told everyone as soon as they “came” out. One of the second year girls had cornered her after and told her he was her man, she had twisted her nipples hard and told her she would make Kate her bitch if she did it again. The new Kate wasn’t all that sure that it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be the girls bitch but it wasn’t to be. With the point made the second year girls made sure to lose Kate the next time the change clubs but even that was ok.
As often happens to young, drunk girls who is not very attractive but nice enough, she was picked up by a group of guy. Things could have gone bad for her again as they went to more clubs and got drunker as the guy where starting to talk about taking this posh slut back home and tying her down so they could take turns with her. The new her pretended not to overhear as she was tempted to let them, until they started to talk about things they could put in her, which not only included a 14 year old girl who live down the street but one of the men’s dog she bailed the next chance she got.
But when one is young and at a University in Liverpool a night out can’t end there, a night out must end in The Razz, this is not whole true, you can go home anytime, but lots of people seem to end up there. The Razz was a real dive of a night club and we had some pretty bad one back home. The upstairs wasn’t so bad but the basement dance floor was truly terrible. It was cheap to get in, had cheap drinks, bad music and slutty girls so students love it. No one went there sober, no one headed out of a night to go The Razz but somehow, some way they found themselves there.
Kate found herself there, all dressed up, in her most slutty clothes, drunk, alone and looking for fun. The fun she found was named Robby. Robby was a parasite, he used his good looks and his charm to convinces impressionable, emotional, damaged girls he loved them and then he used them up. They would buy him things, lend him money that he never paid back, most of which went into an ever present hole of his gambling debts, he would steal from them, separate them from their friends and he would violate them. He would come up with way to humiliated, degrade and damage them sexually and convince them they liked it and they would look passed it all because they LOVED him. When they ran out of things to give he would move on and if they got wise t him before he was done with them he got mean.
Robby had heard of the estate but he never listened when he was told otherwise he wouldn’t have done what he was about to do. He was almost done with his last girlfriend, he had done things to her that a monster like me found disturbing even among the gangs we had some standards. He had taken her in every way he knew, stripped her of everything she was, he had sold time with her body to his friend and when they would no longer pay he had passed her around for free, a night with her had paid off half his debts and her pussy and paid his rent. He had almost had her fuck his lecturer so he could pass a course but he liked being in second year, this would be his fourth time, just being kept his parents off his back. He had given her to the lecturer anyway in the end. He hit her all the time, told her it was her fault and she believed him, she loved him.
All it would have taken was one phone call and he would never have touched her again but she never made it. So now Robby was done with her but that didn’t mean he would let her go, not till he found a new girl to make his whore. He loved Freshers so young and naive and willing to please, most don’t even know what a real relationship was like and it was so easy to make them see it his way. Kate had prey written all over her and Robby moved in to take his go.
It cost him too drinks to get her to make out with him, less than £5 for a kiss and it didn’t cost him any more to get her on the dance floor, without the thin fabric of her panties the dance would have been classed as third base. She was so drunk that he didn’t need his charm or his looks to get her to go the toilets with him, he was half worried she would pass out because it is no fun if she doesn’t know. He pushed her into a cubical in front of him.
He pulled off her top and broke the hooks on her bra getting it off. He liked her breast, he knew guys who would pay big to play with them if this worked out. He ran his hand up her leg and beneath her skirt taking a tight grip on her panties. He didn’t try to pull them down but pull them out, giving two sharp tugs until there was the tearing sound of the seams going, Kate gave out a little squeak as they did. He pulled the tatter pieces of fabric from her, dragging it between her legs over her pussy lips. He forced them into her face and had her smell herself on them before dropping them to the floor.
Robby spun her around and bent her outs so that her body was over the toilet, her face and cheat pressed hard into the graffiti covered wall. Robby pushed her skirt up over her arse exposing her pussy, Kate wasn’t all that wet, he had to push hard to penetrate her deeply, he knew that he had hurt her but he didn’t care, it was best to be rough the first time. She would know what she was in for and get used to it or just be some slut he fucked once. He took her hard and fast, reaching around with his hand too twist, pinch and pull her nipples painfully. Even with the pain this new slut was getting wet and hot, her body responding. He was pounding her to hard of to get breath to moan so she just grunted with each thrust.
He wasn’t going to last long at this pace so he moved one of his hands down to Kate’s clit. He didn’t care about her pleasure but wanted her to cum for two reasons firstly if she came she was more likely to come back for more and more importantly for a girl to feel truly violated, truly degraded, her body had to enjoy it even as her soul felt dirty. He knew how to use his hands, forcing a girl to cum was one of his specialties, if this slut became his he would send a night with her tied up and do it until she promised to do anything if he would stop. She had a forced, dirty climax. When the old Kate came back she would cry about it and feel used of a long time but the new Kate was too far gone to care.
Robby didn’t want to cum in the slut cunt, she hadn’t earned that yet. So he span her, forcing her to her knees and shot his loan into her mouth, he made sure to pull out before he had done getting it on her face and chest. He leaned down grabbing a handful of her hair “You mine now” he spat at her. Kate just nodded dumbly. It was in this state that he led her out of the toilets, hair a mess, her skirt still pulled up showing off half of her arse, no bra, no panties, and bits of his cum face. Even then it could have all been ok but another girl saw him with her then and that girl talked and soon people would know.
Two days later the girl who knew the estate, a girl who was born there and with luck and hard work had made it all the way to University, even if it was paid for with drug money, a girl who up until two nights ago had been convinced Robby loved her, that is why she let him do those things to her, A girl who had spent all summer working in Liverpool just to be near him ran herself a bath. She had cried a lot over the last days, she had taken the drugs to stop crying but they made it worse. She hated herself because of what she had done for him, she hated herself more because she would do anything to have him back.
She wasn’t going to leave a note, the people that needed to know why she had done it would know, she had wrote it all down in a diary, everything and she had just mail it and the dog collar he had made her wear to the one person that would understand. She knew this wouldn’t be the end, Robby did not know what hell he had invited. She slipped into the hot water, trying to let it clean the dirt off her skin but it would never come off. She picked up the blade and pressed it into her skin, it took her 4 tries before she cut deep enough and the blood started to flow, she tried to do the other arm but her finger wouldn’t work. She started to feel sleepy… she started to drift off to sleep…
Her name was Lisa. She was found later that night by her roommate, she had told Lisa what was being said about Robby, she had thought she was helping and blamed herself for it. She was a nice girl and didn’t deserve that kind of gilt but I am not sure if Lisa didn’t plan it that way. She called the police because that is what normal people did and they came and did their thing. They were more interested as to where she had gotten the drugs than by the suicide. When they rung the police around out way to get someone to tell the family they were certainly more interested in the drugs. Lisa was Lacy’s older sister, it was his drugs money, the money coming off the corner that paid for her education. A real reason to ask an estate gang member about drugs was not something to pass up.
A lad came running down towards the corner Monday afternoon “Rave there are pigs at Lacy’s flat, what do we do?”
I sent a lad to find Lacy, I knew where he was, I knew the flat he shot up in so I sent him there and I walk to Lacy home. If the police where on the estate they had a good reason to be here and I was going to find out what is was. It was the first time I had been to Lacy’s flat, despite his growing habit and me running his corner he worked hard to keep his family away from the gang. He had done a good job because his front door was open by a girl I knew.
Her name was Charlotte, she was in my form, she didn’t talk much and I had never gave her a second look, now that I did she was quite pretty in a child like way, very petite with a mass of uncontrollable blonde hair and big, sad, blue eye. I was shocked to see her there, I should have known if she was related to Lacy but I didn’t and if she was why hadn’t she joined up by now. All of these questions could wait as there was a police car outside.
“Hi I am Rav…”
“I know who you are, I know what you do” she cut me off coldly “Get my brother here now.”
“I have sent someone to get him, can I come in and wait?”
“They are not here for him, you don’t have to act as a buffer just get him here NOW!” she slammed the door on me. It was the first time I had heard Charlotte say more than two words and I liked her from then on. I found Lacy quickly and hustled him home, he was relatively clean. I forced my way through the door after him, I wanted to know what was going in. His mummy was crying, as the police told the story again of Lisa being found dead, how she killed herself, the where two PC and a young detective, he worried me. Charlotte didn’t cry but Lacy did, I would have to keep him out of sight if he kept it up, dead sister or not it was a show of weakness.
It would have gone ok but the detective brought up the subject of the drugs, how could she have got them, did they know anyone who could have sold them too her. His thinly valid accusation got Lacy mad, that was good so I let it go a bit far. I watched him lose his temper, I was big enough now to stop him from doing anything but the police left quickly. I really didn’t like the look the detective gave us as he left, pigs should be scared of us here.
That would have been that, her family would have been sad, but it would have really touch me but for the package Lisa had sent. I was summoned to the YMCA that Friday by Bex, I walked past the typical seen of depravity that was the lower room on a Friday night without even looking. The upstairs was empty as I walked down the hall, the room at the end looked like a bomb had hit it. The tables and chairs had been smashed, the porcelain that was still on the walls was broken, and the rest of it was scatted across the room. From the way he was pacing you could tell that the bomb was called Bob. I didn’t look at anyone in the room but walked over to him, it was our job to watch out for each other and seeing him like this was rare. I place my forehead gently on his and held him there, if he wanted he could have move, he could have ripped me to pieces but he didn’t he was close enough to come back, I looked deep into his eyes as he forced calm on himself with ragged breaths. I turned to look at the room, Lacy was sunk down in one corner his knees pulled up to his chest, Cain had a cut above his left eye from his own attempt to calm Bob down, Bex was white not used to her brother losing control.
“What the hell is going on?” I asked. So they told me, Bex had got a package from Lisa. Lisa had dated Bob back in the day and even if it didn’t work out Bob had loved her but she had got real close to Bex, they were like sister before Lisa had left for a better world and Bex had fallen out with her over it. She had sent Bex her diary believing Bex would be the only one to understand. Bex had read it, the last six months had shocked her, had made her anger, the writing of the last two days had made her cry. I have read the diary, and the last two days where truly bad. That is why we were here to hear the story.
Bob had loved the girl and had taken it badly “He slaved her out” was all he kept saying over and over.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked. Bex passed me the diary, on top was a photo of Lisa sitting next to a man who was looking away from the camera.
“That is Robby” she said “you are going to Liverpool, you are going to find him.” I looked at Cain half excited, was this going to be my first kill. He shook his head ever so slightly.
“Lacy wants to have a word with him about the miss treatment of his sister, you are to take him not kill him. Take Tazz with you, Mark will look after Lacy corner while you are away” He said. I nodded and started planning, I would need help so as well as Tazz I would take Mike, I would like PayDay but we needed to leave some people on the corner.
Killing someone is easy, all you need is some time with the person, hell you don’t have to be alone if you don’t have to be alone if you will risk it. Taking someone whole and not getting court doing it is hard, especially in a town you don’t know, when you are trying to control a drug addict who wants it now. You need a place you can control to take someone , picking them off the street has to many risks and you need time to plan. Finding Robby was easy, we had his name and all it took was sweat talking a secretary to get his timetable. I sat outside his lectures until I saw someone that matched the photo and then we followed him.
I followed him for 4 days on and off, I learned a lot about him, and what I learnt made me sick. Most things he did looked innocent but I had read Lisa diary by this point, I knew what kind of person he was. I watched using people in small ways. He owed a lot of money to people that I wouldn’t owe money to for any reason, which was good as they would be the first to be looked at by the police. It took me a day to work out the only place we could take him was his flat but getting him there was the hard bit, he was so erratic it was hard to plan.
This was where we met Kate, Robby had her bad, he spent most of his nights with her, had her do things slutty in public, humiliated her on more than once while I watched. I needed him in one place and Kate was going to put him there. I had taken a student ID off a lad the first day by bumping into him, I had given him back the rest of his wallet so he would just think he had lost it. I used it to get into the library after Kate that Friday morning, I walked up behind her and grabbed her arm.
“We need to talk” I said with a grin “You scream and I will hurt you.” She didn’t scream, she didn’t fight, and I think Robby had broken her of that. I took her to the stacks, the where places down there that didn’t get used more than twice a year, books that never got read, the place was full of places to have a quite chat. I forced the diary into her hands and commanded her to read, it took her the best part of an hour and a half to finish, and she was white by the end, shaking. She told me her story, crying all the time, she told me everything Robby had had her do over the last 2 weeks, how dirty she felt. She told me she would break it off, never see him again, for what he had done to her and to Lisa. She just wanted to go back to being the old her again, she hated who she was, and I could sympathise with that but it wouldn’t help me.
I told her that Robby would get his but I needed him at his flat tonight and she was going to get him there, it was a risk but I was tired of Liverpool, I wanted to get home. She didn’t need much to agree, she hated him now, he had used her like so many girls before. So I left her and went to wait of Robby to come home. We had been smashing shop front windows with silent alarms near Robby’s Flat for the last four nights, the fastest police response time was 8 minutes, which was more than enough if some call 999. The compound was made up of two L shaped buildings with two entrances, a security guard had a hut at one end and a CCTV camera coved the other entrance so he could watch both, or it would have if we hadn’t taken it off the wall two nights ago and it hadn’t been replaced so we could come and go as we liked.
I watched him go in with Kate from a van across the road, Mike had stolen it yesterday, I gave a slow ten count before getting out. Tazz and I crossed the road towards the block. The front door was quite and complicated lock, it would have taken me 5 or 10 minutes to pick but I had taken a set of keys off a lad leaving earlier that night. I had my bat held flat against my arm, waiting for the lift seemed to take forever but once on it we reached the floor in no time.
We slid our hoods into place, I pulled a bandana up over my nose and mouth. I stood just to the side of the door and let the bat slip down my arm until my fingers gripped the Knob on the end, I pulled it up until my other hand gripped it a few inches from the other end then I swung it like a ram. The trick is to aim just below the lock in order to get the best leverage. The lock was ripped from the wall sending the door crashing inwards. Tazz went first, I followed, one of Robby’s flat mates was pushed over a coach as we pushed in. I pointed the bat at him like a sword, I had read the diary and this guy where little better than he was, I was deeply tempted to hit him but that was why we were here. “Stay the fuck down, we are only here for what is owned” I hear myself yell but I don’t remember thinking it.
The door to his room came off with a kick, it wasn’t even close to the one at the front. He was standing there in just his pants, Kate was naked on the bed, he had been working fast. I hooked the end of the bat into his stomach making him double over, I drove the handle into his neck pinning him to the wall, and I pulled the picture from my pocket and held it up. I didn’t look at it, ever line was burned into my mind but some things had to be done. I threw him to Tazz who dragged him from the room, I looked at Kate taking in her nakedness with a smile under my mask “You look good, next time don’t get drunk and pick a jerk like him, and you might want give us a few minutes before calling the police. Oh and tell them we asked about money” I said as I left the room, the flatmate was still on the floor where we had left him. We took the stairs down, Robby begin he was paid up all the way.
Mike swung the van around and met us coming out, we threw Robby in the back and he promised us everything to let him go, he even promised us Kate. We head of an run down industrial estate on the outskirts, one run down warehouse in a sea of run down warehouse around Liverpool, I am not sure I could find it any more. Mike stayed in the van, god I wish I had, and we dragged him inside. Lacy was high, he was always high now and he had set up tools. I was bad, I did bad things, I got hurting people for information or as punishment, I got that sometimes in that world people have to die, but what Lacy did that night… well I still have dreams about it. He got Robby’s story out of him, one scream at a time, everything he had done to anyone he could think off. For the first 15 minutes I thought he would kill him, for the next I swore he would kill him, for the last I hope he would kill him. I member the screams, but I didn’t turn away, I watch it all. Robby was scum but no one deserved that, he would be using his looks to get things any more.
Lacy was done with him and he told us to take him to a hospital, he wanted him to live with it. We dragged the barely breathing, bloody mess that had been Robby to the van. I carried him into an A and E and dropped that piece of flesh on the floor. A young nurse ran up a look of horror on her face.
“What did he do?” she asked. I looked over my shoulder feeling cold and dead.
“He cheated” and I ran back to the van.
We burnt it on a piece of waste ground, I like fire, if it wasn’t for the whole set of other problems I would say I was a pyromaniac, but watching the flames gave my on emotional release this time, I move closer as the full tank blew, I pull the blood cover hoody off and threw it into the flames, the heat was intense I could feel the hairs on my arms and chest fizz and melt and still nothing. I began to move closer, I don’t know what I would have done if Tazz hadn’t grabbed my arm and pull me to the car.
We drove home in silence, Lacy had used again and was too stoned, Mike had heard the screams and seen the mess we had pulled out and Tazz and I had seen too much. We got home later and left Mike to burn out this car, I walked to the flat, Faye was asleep, I didn’t wake her, I didn’t try to sleep, I just sat on the end of the bed starring at the wall.

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Half of this was inspired by a story I read with my own twist in it

College Sex Chronicles: Taxicab Ride

Back in college, I used to frequently party downtown at various friends’ places, sleazy clubs, and bars — my fake ID went a long way back in those days! Since I was usually pretty fucked up on some kind of drug or alcohol, I rode around in taxis from one hotspot to another fairly often and eventually became familiar with several of our city’s taxi drivers. My parents were providing me with enough money so the fare was no issue — I was just looking to have as much fun as possible!
The ride of my life came one dark and stormy Spring night. Rain was coming down steady when the bars started closing for the night, and one of the girls from the bar and I went outside to catch a taxi back to our dorm. Everyone else we’d been hanging out with had left already, leaving me and Kimmy to stumble forth and fend for ourselves in the dark, wet, city streets. We didn’t mind, though– we were buzzed enough that the rain didn’t bother us too much.
It was pouring pretty hard, and as Kimmy and I stood around on the street I couldn’t help but admire her tight body as her rain-soaked dress clung close to her curves. She was wearing a sleeveless light blue dress that went mid-thigh, and I could clearly see her hard nipples through the thin dress fabric — she didn’t appear to have a bra or panties on. Rain dripped down her face, giving her eye makeup a sexy, dark, smudged look as her blond hair quickly became matted against her head.
Her body was fit from playing on our school’s volleyball team; I could see her clearly defined abdominal muscles under the wet dress. My cock twitched as I admired her sexy figure amidst the raindrops. We had hung out a few times previously, but this time she was flirting with me like she’d never flirted with me before. All night at the bar she was teasing me — her hand occasionally rubbing my thigh as we sat at the bar, grinding against me on the dance floor, pulling me close to talk low in my ear amidst the noisy bar.
I was ready to take her back to my room and try to fuck her. She stood close to me in the rain as we tried to hail a cab. I boldly took my arm and put it around her — to my delight she moved closer to me, pressing against me. My arm wrapped around her shapely hips, my fingers feeling her hard body, making my cock twinge once more.
We stumbled around a few more minutes before we finally flagged down a taxi. Stepping inside, I recognized the driver as one of my favorites — a cool guy, he often told me stories of the crazy people he’s given rides to. Little did I know, I would soon give him a story of my own!
“Hey man,” he said to me, recognizing me from previous rides.
“Hey,” I greeted him, sliding into the cab.
“Have a fun night? I see you have a pretty little lady with you this time!” said the driver.
“Yeah, sucks we’re all wet though!” I said. Kimmy slid in next to me, right up against me, alcohol on her breath. She pulled her wet blond hair back into a tight ponytail as she settled on the seat.
“Hi there!” Kimmy said sweetly to the taxi drive. He nodded and smiled, his eyes roving all over her body as he turned to look at us, paying particular attention to her rock hard nipples before turning his attention back to the road. The radio was playing softly, hard to hear over the steady pattering of raindrops on the car.
The taxi lurched into motion and Kimmy slid closer to me as we slipped around on the wet vinyl backseat. Her hand was instantly on my thigh, getting my cock’s attention. She rubbed the inside of my leg, her hand inches from my crotch, and smiled at me.
I turned to face her and she kissed me. The driver made no comment as we began passionately tonguing in the backseat of his cab as the vehicle moved slowly onward. Kimmy’s hand rubbed closer to my crotch, making me gasp. I wrapped my arm around her, cupping her breast in my hand as she sucked on my neck. Her fingers were nearly reaching my cock, which was now stiff in my shorts.
As she brushed the bulge in my crotch with her hand, I slipped my own hand under her short, damp dress. She moaned against my neck as my fingers touched her wet slit. Just as I suspected, no bra or panties! She was shaved totally bald. I slipped a fingertip inside her juicy slit and rubbed it around, massaging her cuntlips, feeling her cunt juices really start flowing.
I saw the driver’s eyes on us occasionally looking at us in the rear-view mirror, but he said nothing. Kimmy and I kissed passionately as my fingers slid further in her hot hole. Her hand was now on top of my crotch, rubbing my stiff meat through my shorts.
She began moaning louder as I finger fucked her harder. I looked at the rear-view mirror and saw the driver’s eyes on Kimmy writhing around on the backseat. Still, he said nothing to us. My fingers strummed her clit, making her moan a little louder.
Her dress had slid up, nearly exposing her bare pussy. She had her legs spread for me, and I saw the driver glance in the mirror at her taut bare thighs. We were stopped at a traffic light when Kimmy suddenly asked if she could take her clothes off.
“Hey driver, can I get naked in your taxi? We’re so wet from the rain!” said Kimmy. I could see him raise his eyebrows in his mirror reflection, his reflection reddened by the traffic light.
She began taking her dress off, and the driver did not protest. I watched as the little blue dress was pulled over her head and wadded up into her purse. Her small hard nipples stood perched upon her perfect breasts, begging to be sucked. A diamond belly button piercing sparkled in the dim light. She was now completely naked except for her little gold sandals. My prick stiffened further when she suddenly sat her naked ass on my lap.
I noticed the driver was taking us the long way back to the dorm. He was also stealing glances at us whenever he could in the rear-view mirror. Kimmy faced away from me as she sat on my lap, her ass grinding hard against my bulging cock. She bounced playfully on top of me, making my prick strain in my shorts. Her tits were perfect — firm, a little more than a handful, maybe a B or C cup, with rock hard nipples standing at attention.
She wriggled her naked cunt against my hard prick as I pulled and twisted her nipples, making her moan and squirm even more. I kept one hand grasping a tit and moved the other hand back down between her legs, my fingers slipping inside her moist slit. She ground her pussy against my crotch even harder, making me moan out loud, and threw her legs open wide so I could have easy access to her cunt. One of her feet pressed against the back window. I kissed her neck hard, gently biting her shoulder while I fingered her pussy and squeezed her breast.
Kimmy slid off of me and I pushed her onto her back against the seat and stuck my head between her legs. Her foot was again up against the window. I licked my lips at the sight of her gorgeous shaved cunt, the lips slick with her juices and glistening in the dim glow of traffic lights and street lights as we rode along. She was so aroused that her engorged cunt meat was protruding from her labia, the meat looking so succulent, I had to have a taste.
“Damn, Kimmy, you have a beautiful pussy,” I said, admiring her shimmering gash. She smiled and opened her legs wider for me.
My tongue flicked her clit, making her sigh. I lapped at her cunt, tasting her salty juices, and she moaned loudly. She writhed around as I nibbled and sucked on her labia minora, teasing the cunt meat as it protruded from her labia majora. Her cuntlips parted for me like flower petals, letting my tongue dive into her tasty teen hole. We were paying no attention to the taxi driver, but I could tell he was going very slow and taking out of the way streets to get us back to the dorm.
She squirmed below me as I ate her cunt, her breasts heaving as she moaned and sighed. I was licking and sucking on her clit while I fingered her cunt. My fingers delved in and out of her hole while my tongue flicked her clit hard. While still eating her clitty, I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and stuck them into her ass, making her squeal.
I sucked on her clit hard as I buried my fingers in her puckered asshole up to the knuckles. Then I lapped up her entire slit from ass to clitoris, my fingers going deeper into her anal cavity. I was noisily eating her out in the backseat, the sounds of her pussy being sucked and her ass finger fucked filling the entire cab.
“That is so fucking hot,” said the cabbie, finally speaking up.
“Oh yeah?” I said in between slurps. “You wouldn’t mind if I fucked her then?”
“Nah, I’ll even keep driving around for you! I won’t even charge you. But on one condition — I want that little blond slut of yours to suck me off before I drop you off at the dorm!” said the driver. I looked up at Kimmy as I pulled my fingers from her ass.
“Sure!” she said without hesitation.
I exchanged heated glances with Kimmy as I took my shirt off and then unzipped my shorts and pulled them off, watching as she squeezed and cupped her firm breasts with her legs spread wide in the backseat of the taxi. She was a hot, slutty sight, for sure! My cock sprang mercifully free, hard and straight as an arrow. We continued riding along in the night, shadows and strange street lights shifting constantly over our nude bodies.
Kimmy and I kissed passionately as she stroked my exposed cock meat, 8″ of muscle. She rubbed my balls gently while she pumped my shaft, making me groan. Her hands grasped my asscheeks hard as she got on her knees and started sucking my cock. I watched streets go by, realizing we weren’t anywhere near the campus. We’d have plenty of time to fuck around and enjoy it!
I held onto the seats as Kimmy jerked my cock off hard into her mouth, her tongue caressing the underside of my cock. She kissed all up and down my shaft and twirled her tongue around my cockhead when she reached the tip. Meanwhile her other hand cupped my sack. I reached behind her and started finger fucking her juicy hole — her cunt was so wet that I took my finger away and made her lick it clean in between sucks of my cock. My prick was hard as steel and aching to be up in her pussy.
My pace in her mouth quickened until I was face fucking her, making her gag on my solid prick meat. After a few minutes of roughly fucking her throat, I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs wide. The driver was staring at her exposed gash in the mirror as we were illuminated with passing street lamps, my cock poised to penetrate her hole. She looked up at me with a sexy smile, rubbing her clit with her fingers.
I slapped my prick against her bald cleft and then rubbed my cock all along her wet slit. She arched her back, raising her pussy mound to meet my cock while squeezing her tits. I took my steel hard prick in my hand and pressed it against her hot cuntlips, her slit feeling so soft and wet around my hard purple cockhead. My prick was so engorged, veins pulsing throughout it, yearning to deposit seed up in this cunt.
Kimmy moaned as she felt my cockhead parting the lips of her pussy. She wiggled her hips, making more of my cock slip inside her. I shuddered as I felt her hot hole start swallowing my shaft, feeling my prick sinking further into her velvety depths. Below me she was pulling on her nipples and moaning while taking more of my 8″ cock inside her. As I reached deeper into her, I rubbed her clit hard with my thumb which made her grind against me harder, forcing my dick further into her.
“Oh, yes, yes, fuck, oh, oh, that’s good, yeah, ughhh, uh, uh, ohhhh, aaahhh…” Kimmy was babbling as I began thrusting into her harder, holding her hips hard with both hands now. Her tits bounced wildly with my thrusts.
We were stopped at a traffic light, and the driver turned around in his seat to get a better look at me and Kimmy fucking. I held her legs open wide and picked up my pace, my balls starting to noisily slap against her. There were a few other cars out on the road on the rainy night; I wondered if they could see into the cab?
I watched my steel rod sliding in and out of her juicy depths in the dim street lights. Kimmy was meeting my thrusts hard with her hips, her ass slapping against my thighs while my cock pounded deep into her hole. She felt tight, her pussy muscles the strongest I’d ever felt. Her cunt walls squeezed against my dick as if trying to seal it up inside her dark velvety hole. I slammed into her repeatedly, giving her everything I had, pounding her pussy hard.
She moaned as I abruptly pulled my cock out of her juicy snatch and sat down on the seat, pulling her on top of me. I then impaled her pussy on my cock while she sat facing away from me, gazing absentmindedly out the window, watching cars pass by while moaning. All I could really see through the foggy cab window were streaks of light: tail-lights and brake lights and red lights and green lights.
Kimmy athletically bounced on top of me, my prick sinking into her again and again while her ass slapped against my thighs. She rubbed her clit hard while I fucked her pussy, her strong pussy muscles soon spasming around my cock as she shouted that she was cumming.
I had to try very hard not to spill my load up inside her while she was riding and cumming on my prick. Breathlessly, I managed to hold off on shooting my sperm as she rapidly lifted herself up and down on my meat, her cunt sucking my cock deep inside it. She was moaning loudly as she came down from her climax, the windows in the back of the cab now completely fogged up.
When she was finished cumming, I lifted her off of me and helped her to her knees on the backseat, keeping my cock inside her cunt. Once she was in position on her knees, I slammed my cock into her hard to fuck her doggystyle. She cried out loud, her tits slapping against her chest with my powerful thrusts. My nuts pressed hard against her wet slit as I filled her with my cock. I reached below her and fingered her clit, making her moan even louder. A few more minutes of fingering and fucking her and she was screaming that she was cumming again. Her pussy again spasmed hard around my meat, making me struggle not to sperm up in her right there and then.
I didn’t give her any time to cool down, maintaining my rapid pace fucking her pussy from behind. The sounds of my cock in her squelching cunt filled the cab. Periodically I’d slap her ass and rub her asshole with a couple of my fingers. I then slid my fingers further into her ass while pounding her cunt steadily, making her writhe below me and groan. She didn’t seem to protest, so I proceeded to push my fingers deeper into her rectum. Feeling bold, I removed my prick from her cunthole and pressed the tip of it to her small puckered asshole, spitting down her asscrack to lube her up.
She wiggled her ass against my cock as she felt my prick seeking her shithole. I reached below and flicked her clit now with my fingers while my cock entered her ass. She was tight as fuck! My balls jiggled as I struggled to shove more inches of my fat cock into her butt. I had to hold her asscheeks apart, prying her open, forcing my meat into her asshole. Below me she was grunting like an animal, face now pressed against the seat with her ass raised in the air to meet my cock.
Half of my 8″ prick was in her asshole. She was almost painfully tight around my cock, and I was trying to go slow so as not to hurt either of us. Her ass clenched my dick in it like a vise, swallowing me up. I got another inch of my shaft in her chute, my balls swinging, both of us grunting.
“Yeah, come on, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, let’s go, yeah, ohhhh, ughhhh…” Kimmy moaned into the seat. I was nearly all the way in, her ass relaxing more around my cock, allowing me to start thrusting in and out of her bowels. Soon my balls were slapping against her asscheeks while my cock slammed as far into her chute as I could shove it. I fingered her clit hard, making her writhe and grind against my crotch while my dick was lodged firmly into her ass. Her tits were jiggling with my powerful thrusts.
I then pulled my cock from her asshole with a loud, crude popping sound and shoved it into her pussy. She cried out beneath me as my cock plunged into her womb after freshly fucking her shitter. My thrusts into her cunt were just as hard and powerful as my thrusts into her asshole moments earlier. Our moans and the slapping sound of skin on skin filled the taxi. The driver was turned around staring at us again — I realized now we were pulled over on the side of a street so he could more closely watch me fuck Kimmy’s holes in the back of his cab.
Kimmy moaned and cursed as I wildly pumped my meat into her pussy, fingering her clit again. I spit in her asscrack and then started alternating my thrusts between her cunt and asshole, making her scream loudly. Then I fucked her ass hard for a few moments, balls slapping against her asscheeks. The driver was breathing hard, and I realized he had his dick out and was jerking it while we were parked, street lamps illuminating us. I had a difficult choice ahead of me — which of her holes should I finally unload my sperm inside of?
I abruptly pulled my prick out of Kimmy’s ass, her once tight shithole now gaping a little as I removed myself from her guts. Sitting down on the seat, I had her sit on my lap, straddling me, my cock again settling into her cunt. We kissed passionately as I fucked her pussy hard. I watched as the driver, who’d been turned around looking at us, reached his fingers out and started inserting them into Kimmy’s asshole while I fucked her cunt.
She moaned as she realized the driver was stuffing his fingers inside her gaping chute. I continued fucking her with a hard and fast pace, feeling her pussy getting tighter as more of the driver’s fingers slipped into her ass. Her tits bounced around at my face so I grabbed them, squeezed them, and started sucking and biting them while I fucked her cunt hard.
I held her close to me and saw that the driver nearly had his whole hand in her ass. Kimmy was wailing as she rode my dick, her body pressed hard against mine, her ass becoming full of fist. She was sweating, her holes getting stuffed. Her fist filled ass made her pussy so tight around my prick, it was intense — I knew I was going to unleash a huge load imminently. I heard her grunting as I watched the driver pumping his arm, her asshole swallowing him up to the wrist!
I knew I had to cum soon in Kimmy’s tight cunt. Her cries intensified, and it seemed she was about to orgasm, too. The driver kept his hand in her asshole, sealing her holes up. Kimmy bit my neck hard and let out a long moan, then cried that she was about to cum. I shouted that I was about to cum, too, and as her pussy spasmed hard around my cock my seed erupted deep up into her womb. She moaned as my cock throbbed within her hole.
Jets of sperm erupted from my cock, my shaft pulsing inside of her tight walls as she collapsed weakly against me after her intense orgasm. Cum leaked from Kimmy’s pussy onto my nuts and thighs. The driver pulled his fist from her ass with a lewd sucking sound, and after my cock stopped throbbing I lifted Kimmy off of me.
She was breathing hard, looking spent, but knew she still had an obligation to the taxi driver. His prick was out, pre-cum glistening on the tip of it as she eyed it. Kimmy stuck her head between the front seats while kneeling on the backseats, her ass nearly in my face. The driver raised his meat to meet her lips as she scooted up further between the seats to suck him.
He began fucking her face as she held his balls and jacked his shaft, groaning. I buried my face in her cunt from behind and tasted her pussy juice mixed with my cum, making her moan around the cabbie’s cock as I lapped her up. Her lips were so engorged from her arousal, so succulent, I nibbled and sucked them up. The smell of her hot cunt filled my nose as I licked her cunt meat clean.
A few minutes later, the driver grunted and I could tell he was sperming in Kimmy’s mouth. I heard her gag and sputter around his cock while slurping it down her throat, swallowing his cum. The driver was breathless and smiling as she pulled his cock from her mouth.
Kimmy settled into the backseat again and we started to get dressed as the driver took us back to the dorm. We were quiet, all coming down from intense orgasms. I looked at the clock — we’d been fucking around in the cab for hours, it was nearly 4:30am!
When we finally arrived at the dorm, the cabbie gave us his number and told us to call him personally whenever we needed a ride again. We thanked him for the offer and the free ride — as it had certainly been the best taxicab ride of our lives!

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A New Waitress in Town

THE NEW WAITRESS
Moving to a new community is always difficult, especially when you’re alone, with no friends or relatives to turn to. The advantage though is that you can be anyone you want.
My name is Robin and I recently graduated from a Boston University, where my family has lived since coming to the US from Ireland. I was only two years old when we came here and have no recollection of Ireland at all. I was very settled in Boston, a good school, swimming competitively on the school team, an excellent job as a waiter at an upscale restaurant, girls, you name it. Things were about to change though, as I decided to do post graduate work at a specialized tech collage in Kentucky. It would be a two-year program, which would launch my career in electronic design. I had not carefully considered the change in atmosphere from the big city to a small hick town off the interstate.
The school was stately and old with character. It had a pool which I would make use of as I would swim every day. Classes were to begin in ten days and I had flown in to get an apartment, get a few things, and find a job. I had sold my car in Boston so I could buy one here. Every thing worked out except the job. In Boston there was plenty of good jobs for students. Working as a waiter in a five star restaurant paid for four years of my schooling. But there were no such places here. There were only a couple of fast food joints, a small cafe, and a drug store in this town. Then I heard about the Fifth Wheel. It was a roadhouse at the exit ramp off the expressway. It had a small motel next door and was a haven for truckers passing through. The clerk at student services said the waitresses there did very well, but since they only hired women I was out of luck.
I decided to check the place out. Maybe they had work for men as well? It was early and the place was empty, but what a barn. It was huge. The kitchen was a giant BBQ, for steaks and ribs, the only menu items. There was stage for bands and a big dance floor. A couple of waitresses were getting ready for the late shift, and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful they were. They were all tall, leggy, with great bodies and long gorgeous hair. The uniforms helped too. They wore black silk western shirts like Johnny Cash, a black leather mini skirt, black stockings, high-heeled boots and a western scarf, like sexy outlaws. I bet they hauled in great tips.
One of the waitresses asked me if needed anything, so I inquired about the job opening they advertised. She said there were no openings in the kitchen, or for bus boys, but the boss has been looking for a new girl to wait tables for a while. That left me out. She said most girls were either intimidated about their looks, didn’t like the uniform, or were too squeamish of the boss. She did mention that he was a pig and that any self-respecting girl would never work for him. She got back to work when he entered the room. He was about forty, tough looking, with a couple of scars on his face, gray hair in a brush cut, smoked a cigar, but wore an expensive looking suit without a tie. I left feeling vanquished.
Back in Boston I gathered the last of my things. My family was watching Mrs. Doubtfire on the television when it dawned on me. I had done some acting in high school. I stood in front of a mirror and did a quick assessment. I was very slim, one hundred twenty-five pounds, from running and long distance swimming, yet my legs looked strong. I have a fair complexion, no hair on my chest, a small nose, but full lips, green eyes, and my blond hair I keep short for swimming. I tried to imagine myself as a woman. To think of it I was never the brutish masculine type at all.
Later that night when everyone was asleep, I put on my sisters dress, pantyhose and bra. I stuffed the bra, and donned an old wig off my moms. I applied makeup from sister’s kit in the bathroom. Once more I stood before the mirror and I liked what I saw. It needed work but it could be done. The next morning I did some shopping downtown in the gay district. I bought some special items like panties which conceal the obvious, custom high heels, and a magnificent redhead wig. The wig actually gets glued to the skin to stay in place and look more realistic. I also picked out a sexy dress for the interview. One stop at a lingerie store and another at the drug store for makeup and I was set.
I needed an extra suitcase to fly back to Kentucky. The two big problems I would face now were my adams apple and my voice. Although mine doesn’t stand out that much, any adams apples show a little. Since the waitresses wore western scarves around their necks, mine would be hidden, so I decided to where one for the interview too. My voice is far from deep, but trying to squeak up an octave all the time would be real tough. That’s were Mrs. Doubtfire reminded me about the accent. The accent threw everyone. Since I was well practiced mocking my mother all my life, I was able to do a pretty mean impression of an Irish woman. I figured since my birth certificate states I was born in Ireland that it would be believable. My name is gender neutral so I wouldn’t need to fake one. It seemed to be working out.
Once in Kentucky, I finished moving into my new apartment, bought a car, and went to check the Fifth Wheel. The job was still available and school was five days away. I immediately practiced walking about the apartment in the high heels. They were tough getting used to. I did my makeup several times for practice. With false eyelashes, mascara, lipstick, the works, it took over an hour to put on.
Finally the day of reckoning came. I was nervous but remembered to be confident like my old drama teacher had taught. I used to shave my body hair for swim meets so this was not new to me. I clean shaved my armpits, legs, even my crotch, for full effect. Then I carefully shaved my face very close taking my sideburns away too. I covered myself with body lotion, powder, and a hit of perfume. I applied my false fingernails, my wig and did my makeup. I put on a black pushup bra over my foam tits which I had placed silicon inserts in. They gave me a nice 36C bust. I also wore a small corset, not that I needed to be thinner but it gave my hips a feminine flair. The black panties forced my dick up in the crotch so no bulges would show. I then rolled on black, seemed stockings attaching them to my garters on the corset. I picked out the black and white gingham two-piece dress. I wore a white blouse under the tight waistcoat and pulled up the skin tight, mid thigh skirt. I put my high heels and a scarf on and viola, instant babe. I did look great, no shit! My ass looked exceptionally round and squeezable with the help of the corset and high heels.
My backdoor goes out to the parking lot, so I snuck out to my car. At the Fifth Wheel I confidently strutted in, turning lots of heads, hopefully for the right reasons. The waitress who greeted me was the same one I spoke with the week before. She showed no signs of recognizing me or of catching my act. When I told her that I was here for the job she said she loved my accent. She said the boss was going to like me but warned me that he was a letch. She wished me good luck and went to set it up with the boss. His office was on the second floor overlooking the lounge. He opened the door and looked down at me. He stared at me expressionless for a couple of minutes. I posed femininely, crossing my legs giving him a good look at my long legs. Finally, he waved me up, and I demurely went up to his office.
His office was full of hunting trophies, and fish on the walls and stunk of cigar smoke. He had me sit on a leather sofa. I handed him my resume and references, which he perused. “What’s your name sweetheart?” he growled.
“It’s Robin, sir”, I gave back trying best to sound like my mother.
“I’m Carl, not sir, and what are you? Irish?” he shot back.
“Yes, from Dublin originally, came to Boston for a university”, I replied confidently.
“And you end up in this shit hole looking for a table job, lot a good that school is. I never finished high school, and look at me.” His manners were deplorable. Satisfied with the quick glance of my credentials he said,” All right, let’s get a look atcha”, signaling with his finger to do a twirl. I felt awkward but kept in mind what he was looking for. I did as he asked.
“Nice, good body, great ass, and I love your red hair. Don’t got a redhead on staff” was his approval. “Bet the customers go for that fancy accent of yours too”, he continued. Confidently I gave another voluntary turn but this time he grabbed my ass on the way by. He chuckled and smiled. For a split second I had to decide to react or not, it was momentary shock. I just gave him a coy smile to keep him happy. He really was a letch.
The real shock however came next. He had bought my act completely, but said,” I like you Robin, a whole lot, so how bad do you want this job?”
I wasn’t sure what he asking and said, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow ya.”
He continued,” I mean what are you willing to do to get the job?”
I didn’t like the sounds of that but was in too deep now. “Anything, of course”, I replied.
With that he stepped closer to the couch, still puffing on a cigar saying,” Good, let’s see what you can do with this”, unzipping his fly and whipping out his penis.
I thought again about bailing, but I had gone too far to back out and thought, ” How bad can it be?” I had blowjobs from several girls and none of them seemed to mind. Besides, it’s not gay if I am a woman, which I was at the time. And that big dick stared right at me with its one eye. I mesmerized at it. It was about seven inches long, but really fat, with angry looking veins bulging from its skin. A drop of pre come glistened on the monstrous purple head. It was already hard. I felt complimented by that and slowly leaned forward to kiss my new friend. He sighed his pleasure as I ran my tongue down the length of his shaft and kissed his bull size balls. I took each one in my mouth and gave it a suck. I then grasped the base of that shaft with my hand as I slowly licked my way up to that head and licked away the fluid in the eye of that mighty knob. Although the same length, it was easily twice as thick as mine.
I put that thought away as right then I was a woman sucking a man’s cock. I opened wide and took it into my mouth until it touched the back of my throat. I sucked hard on it and pumped the base at the same time. “Your a great cocksucker Robin, you must have been doin this for a long time.” Little did he know that I was a rookie. With my spare hand I massaged his balls and continued sucking him like that for ten minutes. I looked up at him and saw him looking at me. I maintained eye contact as I pushed the head of his cock passed the back of my throat until I had completely engulfed him. He moaned, closed his eyes, held on to the back of my head and pumped a gusher of warm creamy jism down my throat. I nearly gagged, but he eased off enough to let me swallow. He came for about a minute and I drank it all down. For a moment I was proud of my accomplishments as a woman.
I licked Carl’s shrinking dick clean, then he put it away. He told me to pick out a uniform and that I should start the next night at eight. He poured two shots of bourbon from his private stock and handed me one, which I pounded back. He told me that I would get a hundred dollar bonus for that and if I came by his office the day before payday to repeat the performance that I would see yet another hundred dollar bonus on my check.
Neatly, I wiped my chin and got up to leave. I could feel his gaze still burning into my ass. Just before stepping out, he remarked,” That is one sweet ass! If your ever lookin fer someone to fuck it, or yer pussy, let me know.”
What gaul! I simply retorted playfully, ” Sorry Carl, I’m not that kind of girl.” He was howling hysterically as I left.
I introduced myself confidently to the other waitresses, being careful not to say too much, and picked out a tight fitting uniform. The other women bought my act as well, not one giving so much as an inquisitive look. My adrenaline was still rushing when I arrived home as I snuck back in. When I was finally safe and sound I took a deep breath and surmised. I still could not believe that I just gave a man a blowjob. And did he honestly think that I would back each week before payday to do it again? Huh!
It was about that time when I realized how excited I was. My dick was straining against the tight material of my panties. I pulled up my skirt, dropped my underwear and my exposed member sprang free. I rationalized that the thrill of not getting caught turned me on and masturbated to a very quick orgasm. I stared at myself in the mirror for an hour in disbelief that the woman I stared at was me.
Working at the Fifth Wheel was all it was cracked up to be. Everyone has a great time, the people are all real friendly, and I made more in tips my first night than I made on my best night at Chez Pierre. It was a major success. As a woman there are a lot of differences on this job. I had no idea how much ass grabbing, pinching, and propositioning there would be. On an average night, about fifteen to twenty guys would ask me to have sex or go out with them, all of whom I had no choice but to turn down. I also felt a hand on my ass about every fifteen minutes or so. I tried to handle it all gracefully as the other girls did, with a smile and a hand smack, but never pissed the customers off. If you wink at them after rejecting them they keep coming back. The bouncer kept the serious drunks off of us.
One weird thing happened one night when I spied a heavenly brunette at the bar trying to get picked up. She had a long skirt on with a slit up to her hip and a low cut blouse. She was definitely hot and I was unconsciously staring at her. Suddenly she made eye contact and smiled. I had momentarily forgot that I wasn’t a man and quickly had to turn away. Later, when I was clearing she came up to me and slipped me a note saying ‘I want to eat you! Call me, Amy’ and her phone number. I really wish that I could have taken her up on the offer but alas had to forget about it.
I was all nervous that day before my first payday. I didn’t know why. After all, I had no intention of repeating the blowjob. Since that interview though, it was all that I could think of, every night, eventually masturbating myself to sleep. Every day I saw Carl, smiling at me, relishing that moment. “What a sick, ugly man he is”, I thought to myself as I knocked on his office door.
“Come on in darlin, I knew you’d be back”, he giggled as I shut the door behind me.
Twenty minutes later, I was swallowing Carl’s salty load of cum for the second time. Again he offered to fuck me and again I turned him down, as this scene would become our weekly ritual. After each time I gave him head, I went to the ladies room to freshen up, and my dick would be so hard that I had to jerk it off to keep it from getting in the way. I had to admit to myself that I really did enjoy doing it, that it wasn’t just for the money, which scared me.
Luckily, I finally met someone at school. I met Sandra at the pool, while doing my morning workout. She was a regular swimmer too. We got along great and started dating. We could only go out in the afternoons because I worked five nights a week. I told her that I did night deliveries for a large bakery to throw her off. If I said I worked at a place she might be inclined to come visit. Sandra was perfect though. She had blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair, stood only five foot two and had a killer hard swimmers body. She complimented me often on how slim and smooth I appeared. Being a swimmer she knows that the serious male swimmers shave off all their body hair.
After a few dates, we were having wild sex, and I would often fuck her in all conceivable ways, lots of oral sex too as she loved the way I used my tongue on her clit. Sixty-nine was a favorite for her and we usually ended up a session buy taking each other to a shattering climax with out mouths. I would bang Sandra to reassure my masculinity, fucking her with every fiber of energy that I had. We would meet between classes, or just after classes, have wild heart stopping sex then, I would have to go to work. We were in love and our relationship worked for three months but the one problem she always had was the lack of evenings and weekend time I had to spend time with her. It was frustrating when she would want an evening out and I could not do anything about it. I wasn’t going to quit my rewarding job. She got mad with me a few times on the subject and our relationship began to show some strain.
Meanwhile, work was never better, the tips were rolling in, and I had many admirers other than the boss. This one driver, Roy, was a regular on Friday nights, was especially sweet on me, asking me out every week. He was good looking as far as guys went, in a Harrison Ford kind of way. But every week I continued to reject him.
Then one Friday it happened, Sandra and I had a big fight again because she wanted me to go with her and some friends to a party. She was furious with me when I refused to call in sick for the night at my ‘bakery’ job. After she stormed off, I got ready for work as usual, donning my feminine persona for The Fifth Wheel.
At roughly 11:30 pm I noticed a group of college kids come in for a few drinks, they were already pretty loaded. Horror seized me when I discovered that one of them was my Sandra, and that they were being sat in my section. My heart was racing, and panic was setting in. I quickly grabbed one of the other waitresses and asked to swap tables claiming one of the boys had given me a rough time before and handed her $20.00. She agreed thankfully for me. As much as I tried to avoid them, I couldn’t help but notice one of the guys was all over Sandra. He was touching her, put his arm around her, whispered in her ear. She was drunk and giddy and pulled the guy, Steve, I think his name was, on to the dance floor. They were like a train wreck from being so drunk.
When the band played a slow song she was hanging onto him tightly, pressing her body against his. At one point he leaned down to kiss her and she responded by giving him a long soul kiss and greedily sucked on his tongue for all to see. I was pissed, but could nothing about it, so I took it out on the customers. I could blame it on PMS later. Finally Sandra, Steve and their friends all left at 1:00 am and I cringed thinking what they would do next. Roy was there that night and noticed my dismay. He offered his help in any way and when I looked into his deep blue eyes, I said,
“Will you still be in town tomorrow?”
“Ya, I usually don’t head out til later, no rush to get home on Sunday,” he replied.
1. “Think you can take me out to dinner tomorrow, around seven? Not here, out of town?” I asked batting my big eyelashes.
“Sure!” he stumbled in disbelief. I told the boss I was feeling ill and might have the flue. They would not likely expect me the next night.
I didn’t hear from Sandra at all the next day. I followed through with my date with Roy, enjoying dinner 15 miles away from town. I had bought a new dress, a sexy blue number that concealed the chest well, but was very leggy. I wore my black seemed stockings, and 4″ pumps to highlight my nice ass. I also bought a 2″ wide pearl choker to wear around my neck. I really looked delicious and Roy told me every chance he had. We danced for a while and he got a chance to let his hands feel up my rear while I pressed my fake boobs against him. We kissed several times, and I did become caught up in the moment, feeling like a real woman. I to constantly fix my lipstick from all of the making out we were doing.
Back at the motel, I had planned to just call it a night, but I was as horny as he was and did not want to stop. While making out in the car I could feel his hard on pressing on my thigh through his pants. I would be too cruel to leave him like that. As a guy I felt sorry for him, hell I felt sorry for myself. My dick was cramped up inside my tight panties with no room for movement. I stopped us for a minute and I told him that I really wanted to have sex with him but was on my period. I could see the disappointment in his eyes and decided to do what only my boss knows about. I pulled out Roy’s erection.
It was massive, maybe 10″ long and thick. I gave it a few kisses and long licks like an ice cream cone. Roy was in heaven; I could tell he liked it so I gave him my best effort at sucking his cock better than I ever did Carl’s. He was hard to deep throat but I eventually got most of it down. I don’t think he ever had head like that and when he came I thought I would drown. I swallowed desperately. His red-hot man sauce ran out the corners of my mouth, down my chin and onto my dress. It was beautiful. I cleaned him up with my mouth and wiped the remainder from my face. He gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead and I left him and went home. I masturbated for two solid hours and came several times thinking about my evening.
For the next few days I was depressed. I figured that I lost my girlfriend for good and that I was in falling in love with a guy I could never be myself with. I was a mess. This lasted a few weeks until in early January. The boss was giving funny looks all day, not looking very pleased and it was getting me worried. It was the day before payday and that meant the usual blowjob in the office. I was scared when I went up to his office.
He had some documents scattered on his desk that he was leaning against. Usually we sat on his couch and I would lean over and do him but something was different today. I just wanted to get it over with and get out of there so I sank to my knees on his hard wood floor and unzipped his pants and took out his ugly cock. I went right to work. He seemed to take a while to get hard this time. As I sucked him as best I could he eventually got stiff and started fucking my face like he usually did. This was a good sign. He soon popped his load, right on queue right down into my stomach. As I was getting up, ready to get out of there, he stopped me.
“Robin, that’s a boys name right?” he asked.
“Girls or boys, I suppose,” I nervously added.
“Ya, but you’re a boy, right?” he pursued. “Or at least one of them queeny fags, right?” I looked at the hunting trophies on the wall and pictured my own head up there. I was silent and shaking in fear.
He went on, “while doing the tax forms I noticed this thing here, stating that your previous returns were filed as a male. I thought it was a mistake so I called your last employer in Boston to tell him. He assured me that you were very defiantly a boy. So I thought about it for a while and needed to take another look at you. I’ll give you credit, you had me fooled. I don’t like being fooled. Who else knows about this?”
“No one! No one, just me I promise.” I pleaded still using my feminine voice. I was horrified that he would kill me or beat the shit out of me at the very least.
“Stop, I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” He said. I was getting ready to leave and asked,
“So I guess I’m fired then? I’ll not say a word to anyone on my way out and you’ll never see me again, promise.” A look of disappointment came over his face.
“No, your not fired! Hell you’re the best waitress this place ever had. Not to mention, you suck cock better than any waitress I ever had. If you can keep up the act and keep your mouth shut about this, you can keep working as long as you want,” he continued much to my relief. I was about to go and fix myself up when Carl stopped me again. I was confused. My relief was beginning to slip away.
“There is just one more thing,” he said. “Now that you don’t have to hide what’s under your skirt from me, I believe it’s time that I finally get to fuck that hot little ass.” He had his brawny hand on my arm and wheeled my around to his desk. As I slammed into it Carl pushed me face down onto the desk. My skirt was hiked up to my waist and I felt him pull my panties down to my thighs.
I thought about yelling for help but realized that I preferred not to attract any attention. I heard him haucking back in is throat before spitting a big gob of spit on my ass. He probed with one of his meaty fingers at my anal entrance finding the mark and working the saliva in. After a minute of that he unzipped and pulled out his rejuvenated cock, ready for action. He spit again into his palm and worked the saliva over his angry member. Soon his familiar cock head was pressing against my sphincter. It hurt like hell as he shoved it in rather quickly. He didn’t let up until I could feel his hairy balls slapping against my sac. He grunted his approval of how good and tight my ass felt around his dick.
Carl began pounding in and out of me while holding onto my hips. I was in tears from the pain that he chose to ignore. Slam! Slam! Slam! His cock was relentless in its anal assault. It was quite rough and my own cock was free and rubbing against the leather of my skirt, which was pinned against the top of the boss’s desk under both our weight. He had just had an orgasm less than ten minutes before and at his age I knew that I was in for the long haul.
I was surprised to find that my dick was equally as hard as the one plowing my bottom. It was about ten minutes into the fucking that the pain I was feeling turned to numbness. I started to enjoy the feeling of being filled. I concentrated on trying to get Carl off as quick as possible. I started fucking back. I met his thrusts with mine and worked my ass in a circular motion. I found myself panting,
“Fuck me! That’s it baby, fuck my sweet ass!” Carl loved this talk and shifted into high gear, fucking me with everything he had. I loved it too. Finally after almost twenty minutes of drilling, my boss buried himself to the hilt and released his blistering hot sperm into my rectum. We were both panting like we just ran a marathon. He pulled out of my bum without ceremony. I suddenly began to feel somewhat empty. Carl brought his wet, flaccid unit around the desk to my face. I obediently opened my mouth as he pushed it inside. I dutifully cleaned his nasty cock up for him until it was spit shined. As he was fixing himself up he said,
“Good piece of ass, I’m gonna love fucking that every week before payday from now on. Don’t worry, you’ll get the two hundred I promised. Hurry up and clean up, I need you back to work before the rush. Don’t forget to clean my desk too.” What did he say? I soon realized what he was talking about. I had not noticed that I had cum all over his desk and my skirt. I must have been paying so much attention to his orgasm that I didn’t notice my own at the same time. Wow! Like a kitten I lapped up my jism from his desk and swallowed it down. I used Carl’s private bathroom to tidy up my cloths, hair and makeup. My ass was so sore, I didn’t think I could finish working but somehow I managed.
I was Carl’s bitch from then on; fucking and sucking his angry looking cock anytime he pleased. I did negotiate more free time as compensation. The one thing lacking in my life called me a couple weeks later. Sandra was very apologetic for being so selfish to me. She admitted that she had sex with someone else but regretted it. She said that she loved me and wanted me back and said she would be more understanding from then on. I was happy about that and told her that I would have more free time for her as well. I couldn’t wait to kiss and make up and told her so. She told me to meet her at her place right away for make up sex. But before I could hang up the phone to leave she said,
“Oh, one more thing, could you come dressed as the waitress, I have always had this lesbian fantasy.”

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