Sex with a Stranger

But this...

I moaned in defeat. What could I do? He was beyond reasoning.

"See? She's all ready for you." I could hear the smirk in his voice, knowing he had purposely misinterpreted the sound.

"Can I take the blindfold off?" A man's voice asked. It sounded vaguely familiar.

"Sure, if you want to look at her face. That cunt is all you really need to look at, though," they both laughed at the crude humor.

My husband must have left the room at that point as I heard the door close. There was the jingling of a belt buckle, then I heard a zipper being pulled; the soft rustle as clothing hit the floor.

I peeked again and could see the man's large, hardened cock already dripping cum as he eagerly moved toward the bed.

Just then, the blindfold was removed. I was temporarily blinded by the sudden influx of light. It was twilight outside and the bedside lamp had been turned on. I was laid bare with no hope of covering my nakedness.

As my eyes adjusted, I turned my head to see who my first 'john' was to be and gasped in horror.

It was someone I knew well from Garrett's work! Ronald, the old man with the gray, unkempt beard leered at me as he slowly climbed onto the bed with me. I could smell the alcohol and cigarette smoke on his breath and it almost made me gag.

I knew the old drunk leered at me lasciviously when I went to Garrett's workplace to take him his lunch. I even flaunted my taut body in front of Ronald by purposefully wearing tight clothes and pushing my breasts out brazenly as I would lean in front of him to reach for something. It turned me on to know he wanted me, that he was getting a hard on right there, but could never have me.

Well, now it seemed he was going to have me...and there was nothing I could do about it.

He grinned, showing his yellowed teeth. "You think you're too good for me don't you bitch?"

He reached out, pinching my nipple hard. "You like to push these things in my face at work. I've been wanting to touch them, you know..."

Ugh, he almost drooled...

He fumbled his rough hands on my bare breasts. "I think I'd like to titty fuck those babies!" he said.

"No!" I cried as he straddled my chest. I squirmed as he slapped his wet cock on my chest and squeezed my breasts together.

He began thrusting himself in and out of my breasts. I could feel his slimy dick sliding on my chest and thought I was going to be sick.

Just as I had surmised at the beginning, it didn't take him long to cum. I could see the disappointment on his pinched face as his hot cum squirted my chest and throat. He had hoped to have longer with me...to fuck me in more ways that one.

I guess if he had another $50 bucks, my husband would let him.

Still, I hadn't been released from the torment of my swollen pussy. Even the disgusting old man would have been enough to get me off at this point.

He collected his clothing and put it back on. As he left the room, he looked back, "I'm not finished with you yet." He warned.

"Go fuck yourself!" I said back, disgusted. The cum on my chest was turning cold now. I wanted it off.

As if on cue, Garrett returned. Without emotion, he wiped Ronald's cum from my chest and neck. Then he looked at me.

I hoped he might be finished with this, that he would let me go now.

Instead, he stuck his fingers inside me. I moaned...this is what I wanted...release. Garrett stroked me to the verge of orgasm and stopped.

"You shit!" I said, "Why don't you fuck me and get it over with?"

"Because that's what you want." He replied smoothly. He then turned me over and punished the soft flesh of my ass with the belt. I could feel angry, red welts forming as I cried.

When the spanking was over, he rolled me back to face him and, as I squirmed from the pain, tears rolling down my face, he said, "You ready for your next fuck?"

"No, please!" I whimpered, "Stop this madness, I'll leave right now. I won't ask for a dime!"

I twisted my chafed wrists, trying to loosen the bonds, but my husband just laughed and replaced the blindfold before leaving the room. I hoped the next guy wouldn't want to take it off. I didn't want to see anymore.

Sooner than I'd hoped, the door opened yet again. This time, there was no conversation so I couldn't tell by voices if it was someone I knew.

I felt eyes on me as I waited quietly, meekly for my next john. It seemed I was a sex slave now and my husband was my master, selling off a fuck to whoever had the money.

What could I do?

If I struggled or begged, things would only get worse. I would lose what little pride I had left.

The bed dipped a little as a slight weight sat gingerly on the edge. There was jerking movement as clothes were removed. I could hear the soft whisper as they hit the carpet.

I breathed not, dared not wonder what was next.

A cold hand touched my breast. I shrank back but the headboard kept me from moving too far. I strained my head back, trying to see who was touching me through the blindfold, but nothing revealed itself.

The fumbling caresses continued as my nipples were rubbed and pinched. They became hard of their own accord, standing to attention at the slightest touch. Traitors!

The gentle handling had my pussy all wet again too.

The squeezing became a little harder, more forceful as whoever it was became bolder. A finger traced my lips.

"Touch me" a voice whispered in my ear. One of my hands was released and guided to rest around a hard cock. Big surprise.

I didn't really want to touch the strange man's dick, but if I could get away with just jerking him off, I'd do it. I began to stroke the hard dick.

"Oh, yeah" came a hard moan in response. I slid my fingers over his balls and thought he was going to cum right then and there.

Suddenly, his dick was jerked away from grasping hand. "Open your mouth." Came the hoarse command.

Oh no, he wanted me to suck him. The cum wet tip of his cock pushed against my lips. When I didn't immediately welcome his dick into my mouth, he began to rub it on my face.

"Come on, whore...I paid good money for this and you're gonna suck it!" I'm sure Garrett had told this "customer" that I was just some doped up bitch who was doing this for drugs or something. I was certainly being treated as such. Or maybe I was being touted as "my wife, the whore cunt, who likes to be treated like dirt while you fuck her". Tired of having wet cock rubbed on my face, I parted my lips. The man eagerly thrust his hard cock in my mouth and began fucking my face.

I nearly choked as he went deeper. I couldn't help but recall the first stranger's large cock deep in my mouth as well...the smooth feel as I eagerly sucked and licked, wanting to taste his warm cum, yet wanting it in my hot pussy too.

This was nothing like the handsome stranger's cock. It didn't taste or feel the same.

I sucked harder, hoping to bring him to orgasm and be done. He held both sides of my head as he thrust in and out of my mouth. His balls slapped against my neck with each movement. My ignorant pussy was begging for some of that action despite my repulsion.

In the heat of the moment, he pulled my blindfold off. He wanted to see my eyes as he spilled his hot cum in my mouth. Too late, I realized I was going to have to swallow as he began to shoot off.

"Oh yeah, eat it mom!" he screamed, as he shot his load deep into my throat. "Swallow my cum, mother!" His whole body spasmed as he ejaculated and he thrust his hips wildly at my face. He just kept cumming and cumming until I couldn't hold it any longer. Some of it spilled down my face as his enormous load over-flowed, but most of it slid sickeningly down my throat.

I didn't know this kid but I could tell he was just a teenager. He looked to be about 16 or 17. Bastard...he was pretending I was his mother, the sick fucker. Fantasizing that your mother is sucking you off is a really twisted thing.

He withdrew his wet, sticky cock from my mouth, and, just for good measure, smeared it over my lips one last time. I guess he didn't want me looking at him anymore because he replaced the blindfold before securing my hand once again.

I could hear him pulling his clothes back on. Before he left, he pinched my nipple one last time...then the door closed behind him.

I didn't think I could take anymore! My throat hurt from the rough face fuck, my ass hurt from being spanked, and I felt sticky and dirty with cum from two different men.

What could possibly be next?

After I'd had time to recoup, Garrett came in to wipe me down like some prize breeding mare that'd just gone the distance. Gotta take care of the body your selling out even if you no longer respect the person it belongs to, I guess.

He removed the blindfold and I could see that it was full dark now. Was he done degrading me? Would he at least let me rest for tonight before resuming? Could I be that lucky? "Okay, cunt," he wouldn't even say my name anymore, "Your next job is here."

I guess not.

"When will enough be enough?" I asked.

He turned away, refusing to look at me. Movement in the dim room suggested he shrugged. "Wasn't I enough for you?"

Without waiting for an answer, he replaced the blindfold and quickly left the room.

Resigned to yet another round of "fuck the whore", I waited in still silence. At least the dim light from the nightstand lamp cloaked the room in shadow making me feel less exposed.

I heard muffled giggles from behind the door. A woman? Some lesbian paid to have sex with me?

The door opened. There was a soft feminine moan followed by another round of giggles then a man's voice said "Mmmm, look at that."

I can only imagine he was speaking of me.

A woman's voice replied, "Oh, why is she tied to the bed like that? Poor thing."

"Man said she likes it like that. That whole bondage thing, I guess."

"I can play that." She said.

Moans and giggles ensued as clothing was removed. I could hear loud kissing and sucking.

What? Did they just like to have sex in front of people? Were they exhibitionists or something?

The bed moved as two bodies in the throws of playful passion rolled upon the surface. Even though I couldn't see anything, I almost felt embarrassed at hearing their unapologetic display of passion. To make matters worse, it was turning me on.

That wet longing to have something hard and long in my pussy was becoming an itch that was driving me crazy. I squirmed, trying to alleviate the discomfort, and ended up drawing the couple's attention.

"I think she wants to play." The woman's voice was sultry with desire.

"Why don't you join her?" The man suggested. My blindfold was removed and, as my bleary, light deprived eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw the man kneeling at the foot of the bed. His naked body shimmered with a thin sheen of sweat and his large, hard cock was wet with either saliva or the woman's cunt juices.

The woman was kneeling in front of me and, as she had leaned over me to remove my blindfold, her ample breasts were only inches from my face.

"You have pretty eyes." She said looking down at me.

She smiled at me as she reached out to touch my face. Soft fingertips gently caressed my cheek, lips, and throat. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at my breasts then touched them as well.

I almost forgot the man was in the room! This beautiful woman was looking at me, touching me, whispering how beautiful I was, and all I wanted was for this woman to take away that nagging itch between my legs. I wanted, no, NEEDED, for her to release me from my torment.

I wanted to return her touch. Feel her firm breasts, slide my fingers over her smooth abdomen, and run them through the silky blond hair between her legs.

I flinched suddenly. What was I thinking? I'd never been attracted to a woman before. Why did I long for this one? Maybe it was the gentleness in her eyes or the way she revered my body...completely opposite of the rough, careless treatment I'd been shown so far.

Her well manicure hand slid down my stomach and reached that tender core between my legs. I moaned, taken off my guard, as she expertly massaged my clit.

"Oh, you are so wet." She said, "I want to taste you."

She leaned down before I could protest and her small tongue darted in and out of my pulsating pussy. Waves of pleasure ripped through my body as she licked and sucked my clit.

The man sat watching intently, stroking himself, as the woman continued to eat my eager pussy.

I writhed in demented pleasure, almost ashamed at having such a strong reaction to a woman when I'd never felt this way with Garrett.

That's when I noticed the door was open, just a tad. Garrett was watching! That bastard...I'd put on a show for him. One he'd never forget!

I moaned louder wishing I could touch the woman between my legs in some way. That'd really turn my husband on, to see me caressing another woman. One of his biggest fantasies was to watch me have sex with another woman.

Well, now I was and he couldn't participate.

I saw motion behind the door and almost laughed out loud when I realized Garrett was masturbating. It almost pissed me off too. I didn't like the fact that he was getting physical pleasure out of watching me be used, no matter how gently, by others against my will.

The man on the bed became more excited by my reaction to his...wife? Girlfriend?...and began to join in. He moved forward and started rubbing his wet cock all over her ass as she continued to lick me crazy.

He gently slapped her creamy white ass and she moaned into my pussy, parting her legs for him. He entered her, doggy style, and began pumping away, thrusting his big, thick cock in and out of her juicy wet pussy.

Reaching forward, he grabbed her tits, massaging them roughly. I could tell he was on the verge of cumming. His moans became louder which turned me on even more.

Garrett had always been the silent type, fucking me missionary style until he spilled his cum in my cunt. Then he would roll off, without a sound, and go to sleep.

And he wonders why I was tempted to get some action from a stranger? At least the stranger had been concerned with giving me a little pleasure too.

Suddenly, my world exploded! My body spasmed uncontrollably as waves of ecstasy rolled through me...over me...around me. I was drowning in release. All coherent thought was gone, washed away by a turbulent orgasm of epic proportions.

In some remote corner of my mind, where basic information was still being processed, I heard other cries of release besides mine. I saw and felt warm, wet cum raining down on the naked beauty between my legs as well as myself. The man behind her had pulled his huge, wet cock out of her pussy to shoot his load over her ass and back.

Finally, he sat back, spent, to watch as the woman moved away from me to masturbate. Using her long, nicely manicured fingers, she expertly stroked her own clit. Her companion bent down and began to thrust his tongue in and out of her pussy, enjoying the taste of her. It didn't take her long, after that, to reach orgasm.

I was amazed to see her sweet juices shoot out in legendarily sought after female ejaculation...something I had never experienced. She cried out, convulsing in throes of pure sexual satisfaction, as her friend licked furiously not wanting to miss a drop.

Before I knew what he was about, the man leaned into me, his flaccid cock hanging between my legs as if seeking my spent pussy. He captured my lips with his and I could taste the woman's cum mingled with the warmth of his mouth. The woman joined him and we shared a kiss as she partook of her own juices.

The primitive smells of sweat, cum, and sex were like heavy perfume in the air. I breathed deeply of it, enjoying the satisfied ache between my legs. She'd licked me good...sucked me to perfection...and finally released me from my frustrated torment in a way I'd never experienced before.

Garrett stood unabashedly in the doorway, his waning cock hanging, spent, from his open fly, cum running down his jeans. The look on his face gave me triumphant pause. It was a mixture of confusion, longing, and, finally, understanding.

He'd had an epiphany while standing in the doorway, jerking himself off. Watching my cunt get licked by a beautiful blond who, herself, was being fucked doggie style by her male partner had opened his mind to the possibilities in a way watching other men fuck me had not.

In the other instances, I had never been satisfied. My needs had not been met, and were obviously never even considered, by the men who indiscriminately spilled their cum on my naked body to slake their lust and prove their dominance or take revenge.

It took a woman giving me pleasure to show Garrett the error of his inattentive ways.

As the man and woman dressed themselves, Garrett freed my hands from the bonds of the belt. Not a word was spoken, but the woman winked at me, licking her lips, as she and her companion left the room. I was sure her woman's intuition had told her more was going on than appeared to the naked eye.

Once the door was closed, Garrett turned to look at me. There were tears in eyes. He reached out as if to touch me, but stopped only inches from my bare skin.

"I'm so sorry." He said as I rubbed the feeling back into my tingling hands. "Can you forgive me?"

I said nothing at first. The feelings were overwhelming: sadness, anger, grief, pain.

It took me a moment before I realized that, over all of these baser passions, I was experiencing a self-awareness I had never known before. Quite by accident, my jealous husband had opened doors for me that, otherwise, I would never have been brave enough to open myself.

It started as meaningless, heat-of-the-moment pleasure with a stranger and ended up being a titillating lesson in sexual give and take for both of us.

I looked Garrett in the eyes, my lips parted as if to speak but instead, and quite taking him by surprise, I lowered them to his exposed cock. I immediately felt the response of his warm flesh.

As I gently sucked my husband's quickly hardening member, I could taste the salty sweat mixed with the tangy cum from his earlier masturbation. Again, I felt a strange triumphant glee remembering his reaction, as I was being petted and licked.

I felt powerful, in control of my own needs and wants as well as his.

He groaned "Oh Ariel..." and buried his fingers in my hair.

I moved, whispering, "I forgive you," as my lips came into electric contact with his. I helped him remove his pants and, just as he was about to throw me back and thrust between my legs, pushed him back instead.

I wasn't going to let him get away with the same old fuck...not this time.

There was trust and submission in his eyes as I look down at him. He relinquished control, finally realizing I'd been controlled enough...it was my turn now.

Again, I turned my attention to his fully erect cock as he lay on his back below me. I couldn't help but love the solid familiarity of his hard cock in my mouth. I knew every inch of it intimately and, yet, it was as if I was sucking it for the first time.

I was seeing his body anew, and he mine, with a whole realm of delicious possibilities that hadn't been considered before.

I sucked Garrett to the verge of cumming then backed off to lick his balls. He was almost wild with want of me...longed to toss me on my back and fuck my wet pussy till he came...yet he didn't wish me to stop either.

My soft breasts brushed against his inner thighs as I kissed his abdomen. Working my way up, I stopped to savor the feel of his hard, hot dick on my chest, teasing by rubbing my lusty nipple across the tip.

By now, my pussy was veritably dripping with need and I rubbed it on his abdomen as I kissed him deeply. My luscious tongue explored his mouth, traced his lips, and tracked back down his throat to his nipples. I took my time with each one, gently sucking, teasing with my teeth.