| Fighting Passions. |
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Round One
The old arcades had gone the way of the dinosaurs. There was a time when you could walk into any mall in the area and find an arcade there, with plenty of games to play. Now it wasn't so much that way. Things had changed in the last ten years, though, and video gaming had become a home effort instead of a public or social one. So it surprised him when he turned the corner, past the Game Stop and the Pretzlemaker and walked right into an arcade.
The games were sparse and fragile. The cabinets looked as though they'd seen better days, and most of the games were decades old. None of them were really updated, and it showed the waring signs of age. He looked and went past each cabinet, checking every game to see if it had something worthwhile to play; something he could sink his teeth into. Pac-Man was there, so was Mrs. Pac-Man and various other old school games. He was suprised to see an old Nintendo cabinet with various Nintendo games like Super Mario Bros. still ringing out the timeless tunes. There was Ace-Combat and a giant Jurassic Park game from SEGA; there was Gauntlet and an X-Men beat-'em-up game; there were several shooting games with blue and red mock pistols jutting out the front of them, but he hadn't found anything he wanted to play.
He came around a giant cabinet featuring some kind of racing game or another, and there they were. A row of fighting games all lined up, one right after another. There were five total, with a single game connected to a massive screen a yard or so away from the joysticks and button console. They had several of his favorites: the center game was Tekken 5, the two to it's left were Marvel vs. Capcom 2 and Soul Calibur II; and to it's right were, surprisngly, the classics: Mortal Kombat II and Super Street Fighter II Turbo. He made a straight line for Tekken 5.
Two quarters went into the machine, plunk-plunk, and he was good to go. He picked King, the pro-wrestler of the game, and he was on his way. Fighting several characters and demolishing them quickly before finding a real challenge in the computer controlled Marduk, a vale-tudo fighter that had some adopted mannerisms from the real-life professional wrestler Bill Goldberg.
Before his battle with Marduk was over, he felt someone come beside him, heard two quarters dump into the machine, plunk-plunk, and saw the fighter selection screen pop up as someone pushed the 2P button. It was a girl, he could tell, but he didn't look at her. He could smell her, and feel her next to him; and the presentation of having to combat this unknown female struck and anxiety ridden nerve within him. He began sweating a bit, and his stomach pained him a little. She picked a female character , of course. He'd learned ages ago with daily visits to his favorite old arcade that girls will pick girl characters. He didn't know why, but he figured it had something to do with beating a guy who was playing a guy with a female character showed some sort of dominance over him. He really didn't know, and he never asked. She picked Ling Xiaoyu; a Chinese character that fought with various forms of kung-fu.
She beat him.
He plunnked two more quarters in and picked Kazuya Mishima from the selection screen. The battle went the distance, all three rounds, but she eventually came out the victor. He put in two more quarters, vowing not to lose this time, and picked Jin Kazama. The fight went the distance again, and came down to the third and final round. The intensity of the round picked up, and he finally gained the advantage and the time ran out. He'd one this time. It was two-to-one in her favor. She didn't continue, she didn't two more quarters in. She just walked away.
As she walked away, he looked over at her, watching the curves of her as each leg moved.
That was who I was playing? he asked himself. She was blonde, shorter than him, and of the perfect shape. Not terribly skinny, full and shapely. She looked back and saw him staring at her, and his eyes shot forward again.
Later that night, after he'd tired of the arcade and ran out of quarters, he returned home. He reflected on getting his ass handed to him by this strange girl, and his memory drew up the sent of her in his head; her scent and the round shape of her backside. He relaxed on his bed and remembered her. His cock grew stiff, and he unzipped his jeans, and pulled the swollen member from it's restricting confined. He bagan slowly, until he was fully erect, then he made a fist around the girth of his cock and began jerking up and down, thrusting his hips upward in unison. His thoughts were on her, on her backside -- the only part of her he got a good look at. He wondered what it looked like without clothes, what the bareness of it would look and feel and smell like. He imagined it in his minds eye, imagined that he was dragging the head of his cock down the center of her buttocks and finding her warm and wet cunt waiting to be pierced by him. He imagined what that would be like, penitrating her for the first time. The thought of that sent him over the edge and he came. The first shot erupted from his cock like a missile, launching into the air with great speed and force. More came, bursting from the tip, slicking the the head and over his hand, he kept jerking for a short while until he was well spent. He remembered her smell.
To be continued...
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[05 Jun 2005|04:42am] |
not mine but found these looking for references and thought-ed you would wanna see. =d
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| # 1; Kiera Knightingly. :d |
[24 Mar 2005|04:48am] |
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"I'm an actress," she said.
"No kidding?" I replied, feinting that I had no idea who she was. I did, of course. I knew exactly who she was. I'd known since I sat down at the bar and glanced over at her sitting alone on the other side of the room.
"No kidding," she said, her British accent hitting the syllables of each word with such a flavor that my cock jumped with anticipation of what it hoped would come later.
"I had no idea," more lies.
"Really?" she asked.
"Honestly. I don't watch movies much." That was a huge lie. I watch them all the time.
"Well then," she started, "Kiera Knightingly." She offered her petite hand out for me to shake. Now was my chance. There was already a front there, she didn't think I was some star-hound looking for some famous action, thus posing no threat. I was safe, so far. And now she was offering me a bit of herself. I took it. I slithered my fingers into her palm and turned it downward, plassing a small, elegant kiss on the back of her hand.
"My pleasure," I said and offered my name in return. "Dameyon."
"Like the movie?" she asked with a bit of a smile, referring to the film The Omen, where the lead character happened to be the son of the devil while having the name Damien.
"Sort of, but not quite. My mother was a fan of those movies, but I was born before they came out."
"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed.
"On the other hand, my father was quite the fan of The Exorcist, and he gave me my name after Father Damien Karras from that picture. Only mother changed the spelling."
"How frighteningly wonderful," her eyes lit up. I smiled back at her, watching her small frame work itself in its normal, everyday manner; or what I pictured would be its normal, everyday manner, and continued to mesmerize her with my tales of being named after scary movies, and how it related to my desire to write horror fiction.
It triggered something in her. It wasn't exactly the route I was expecting to take, but it was working, so I kept at it. Telling her of my passions and excitement for horror novels and short stories and comic books - deliberately avoiding movies to keep up the façade of not knowing who she was. And with each sentence, each rant; each time my voice would pick up the pace and fiercely attack some other author for the autrocities his work failed to put across, a flame lit in her eyes. Her face would flush with color, and she would lick her lips. The fire in me and my passion for all things horror was lighting a fire of another passion in this small, dainty actress from Great Britain.
And I was loving every minute of it.
I turned the conversation to sex, keeping it within the foregrounds of horror. Going on another rant that I was apt to making about how authors avoid sexual situations within their work and how it effects their work negatively.
Within minutes of this sort of talk I felt her hand.
At first it drifted slightly, gingerly along my thigh. A soft sort of touch that was meant to be a test to see if I would ward off any such further touches. It was meant to be taken in one of two ways: one being that she was just moving her hand under the table to a different position, the other that she was just moving her hand under the table to a different position with the intent of gently nudging my thigh.
The second time it was much more deliberate, and she wanted it to be known. She slid her hand up my thigh and down into my lap, letting her fingers linger there. Our conversation continued for a moment, and then her hand glanced over my crotch. Her intentions were to both turn me on and find out if our words had already done so. And it was a mixture of both that she found. My half hard cock fully hardened at the soft, exploring touch of her fingers. There was a soft indent in the left corner of her mouth, a crooked, wicked smile.
"Brilliant," she said.
I saw the hunger in her soft little eyes, as she slowly began sliding under the table. Once under there, her hands went to work. First unbuttoning, then unzipping, then reaching in to the front of my jeans and slipping one set of fingers over my stiff erection through the front of my boxer-briefs.
I sighed, deeply. It was what I wanted, it was my aim, and now that it was happening, I couldn't believe it. She took my cock out, and breathed heavily onto it. Her breath was warm, and it heated him up, and then the cool air of the bar got to him, creating a very odd sensation. Condensation seemed to gather around the parts she breathed on, and then I felt her tongue. Soft and wet, delicate. She licked from the bottom to the very tip of the head, and then back down; dragging her tongue deliberately, and elegantly. Hitting every nerve bundle and intimate detail that my erection had to offer.
Kiera didn't stop.
She used her right hand to slowly jerk him to his full stiffness, and then she tightly pulled the flesh of him down towards his base. She then took the very tip of my cock into her mouth, lapping at it at first, slickening it with her saliva, devouring the pre-cum that crept from it's opening. With it's skin pulled back, and its nerves pulled to the surface, my cock was at her every whim. She slowly, ever-so-slowly, slipped the entire head into her mouth; the sensation sent ripples of electricity through my body. Tiny pins pricking themselves into my flesh, and then just as quickly pulling back out. She dipped lower, taking the head just pased her the tip of her tongue and relaxing the top of it against the roof of her mouth. She pressed her tongue firmly underneath the head of my cock and began making small circles.
She went further.
My cock was halfway into her mouth.
She went further.
She didn't stop until the entire length of my erection was in her mouth, and then she pulled back, suckling along the way; tightening her grip around the base of it, and pulling back harder, until she released him with a smacking pop sound. She did it again. Just as slow, just as attentive as the first time.
Again.
On the fourth performance I felt the urge; I felt that I was going to cum and there wasn't anything that was going to stop me… except her. And she did. She released him and stopped. Just held him at the base, and squeezed just a little. I didn't cum.
Instead of slipping my cock back into her mouth, she tugged the boxer-briefs down further, setting my scrotum free to the cool bar air. She then took it into her mouth, tonguing all of it, suckling each of my balls. More electricity shot through my body. As she suckled them, she held her firm grip onto my cock. She'd take each of the testicles into her mouth, one by one, and slowly pull back with her lips until it fell free.
With my cock and balls wet from her attentive tongue and lips, she returned to her seat, slipping back into it just as easily as she had slipped from it. She looked over to the tense look on my face, leaned over and whispered, "Meet me outside." Then she got up and walked out the front door of the bar.
I waited a good five minutes or so before getting up. Letting my cock fall back to it's relaxed state, so that I could put him away, and zip up, and then I followed. When I got outside, I saw her sitting on the hood of a car. I walked over to her, she was smiling, and the fire still burnt in her eyes. I stood in front of her, and she parted her legs. I stepped in close to her, I could smell her with every breath I took, and she slipped her legs around me. She reached down and undid my pants again, pulling my cock out into the warm night air and whispered, "I want you inside me." Her accent still dropping every syllable elegantly; intelligently. She arched her back a little, and took the head of my cock.
Up and down, she pushed it. All along the length of her soft lips.
She was quite wet already.
With one fail swoop I was inside her. One graceful thrust and my cock knew the inside of her cunt like no other. I filled her in such a way that a deep gasp left her lips, and the British bite of her native tongue let out a soft, "Oh, yes…" I pulled back and drove my prick into her again, harder this time. It was more than a soft gasp that escaped her lungs this time. It was a deep breath, a deep pant of desperation; of passion. I followed it with another, and then another. Full on thrusts, bringing the head just to her opening and then back into her to the hilt once again.
She laid back onto the hood, stretching her arms over her head and tightening her legs around my buttocks. I pushed into her deeply, thrusting harder, almost violently. I reached my hands out and pushed her soft shirt up and over her small breasts, taking one in each hand and kneading them gently. A missmatch of exploration. Taking her forcerfully one way, and gently caressing her another. Her nipples hardened under my hands, and she shivereds softly, and flooded down there; her wetness slickening and guiding the ventures of my sex as it explored hers.
She looked up at me, into my eyes, an expression of violent passion decorating her face. "I want you to cum into me," she said, and she tightened her pussy. She knew tricks. She tightened when I withdrew, and she matched it perfectly. Her cunt would grow tighter as the head of my cock came closer and closer to her opening.
I held back for as long as I could.
"I can't hold it," I stuttered, and drove my cock deep inside her.
"Oh, yes…" she said.
Torrent after torrent, my cum jet from my cock. Once; twice; thrice; it seemed to never end, literally filling her up and spilling out of her.
After shuddering and catching my breath, I withdrew my cock from her. She slid off of the car, pulled her shirt down, and dropped to her knees again. The gravel imbedding her soft skin, perhaps scratching and cutting her, and she took my cock into her mouth again. Suckling him, cleaning the mix of her and I off of him, and then putting him back in his place. She stood and kissed me. I could taste the Kiera-Dameyon cocktail on her lips and her tongue; a bitter-sweet flavor of cock and cunt.
She withdrew, opened the car door; slid into the seat, and closed the door behind her. She started the engine, and then the window came down swiftly.
"You're fucking brilliant," she said, and drove away.
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| A short. |
[10 Aug 2004|06:12am] |
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The television was on, but he wasn't paying attention to it. And he was sure that she wasn't either. He was paying attention to the stressing feeling in his crotch. His thoughts were on her, and his pants were suddenly too tight to contain his growing cock. It wouldn't be long, he knew, before she noticed, 'cause she was always paying attention to his crotch; it was a fascination of hers.
And almost as if on cue, she slid her hand over his inner thigh and then back up into his crotch, "Oh, what's going on here?" she asked.
He let out a small laugh, at first. "He's excited."
"What for?" she asked again.
"For you, I'd assume," he started. "He hasn't seen you for quite some time." She'd been up on her campus for the better part of four months, only paying brief and fleeting visits every other weekend leaving their sexual encounters and intimacy even more brief and fleeting. Moments alone, like this one now, were a rarity.
"Oh, really?" she asked, full of questions. "Well, let's see how excited he is." She unzipped him, and slipped her hand down into the front of his underwear; her long slender fingers slithering around the girth of his erection and pulling it out into the open, cool air. "My, my, he is excited isn't he?" She stroked him briefly and gazed at the size of him. She watched as he slid his hand and took his cock between his fingers and thumb, not fully grasping it in a fist, but gingerly holding it there bewteen his finger tips. He slowly started jerking for her, using his finger tips to slide the foreskin up and down the length of his cock.
"Oh, so that's how you do it?" she asked.
"Sometimes, other times like this," he said, taking his cock firmly into his fist and repeating the up/down movement. Her eyes lingered, watching the foreskin roll up and over the ridge of its head, and then back down. He resumed the finger tip motion in favor of the fist, and she kept watching. "Do you want some help?" she said, and before he could answer, she was down in front of him on all fours. Her backside facing him.
It was his turn to watch, and watch he did, with his cock between his fingers, and stroking gingerly, he watched her ass wiggle itself around in flattering series of movements. He eyed the way her pajama bottoms shaped the outline of her ass, and the way they fell down between the crack of it. The way they dangled loosely off her thighs. It wasn't enough.
"Pull your bottoms down, I want to look at you," he said.
She said nothing. Just wiggled her ass more, and then slipped her thumbs between the hem of her pajamas and the smooth skin of her hips and gently pushed backwards. He watched as the cloth was pushed elegantly down and off her hips, watching as the two globes that made up her backside came into view, and the black thong that covered her more hidden and private of areas teased him. They slid down further, and he eyeballed the center of her thighs, the part where it was hidden by a farily thin piece of fabric. He knew it was warm there, and her teasing him like this made his cock pulse and grow more sensitive with each stroke. Without even telling her she began to stroke herself back there. At first it was just her hands slipping over the smooth skin of her ass. Then there was a finger gently nudging and teasing her through her panties, followed by another finger gently roaming in between her cheeks, tracing a line from ass to cunt and back again.
Fuck me, he said. He felt it building inside him already, the orgasm. It was going to come and there wasn't much he could do about it but stop. He didn't want to stop. Instead a different idea came to him. She had taken to rolling her finger tips over the small patch of fabric that hid her clit and it almost pushed him over the edge. He snuck up behind her, and wiftly pulled the thong down off of her hips. Her scent filled the air. Both of them. From her backside and from the attention she was paying to her pussy. He spat in his hand, and slicked it over his cock to get himself wet to enter her.
"What are you doing?" she asked, and before she got an answer, she felt it. His cock was inside her. Buried deep and to the root, and her breath was from her in an instant. She loved that moment, she loved it the most of all; that single moment that he always gave to her when his cock was lubed enough to pass into her with one great stroke. The entirety of it, with no delay or wait. No inch by inch sense of frustration, but then entire length, the entire girth of his massive cock penetrating her with one stroke. Then he pulled it out, and slipped it back into her. The same depth as before. God, how it pleased her.
She tightened. It was a trick, and a dirty one at that. She knew he'd been jerking off just moments ago, and he was probably very well close to the edge, and it wasn't that she wanted him to finish so soon; it was that she loved to get him off. Each time he pulled back from her, and the head of his cock reached her opening, she clenched. She tightened the inside of her to push harder around the ridge of the head. The sensitive spot.
"Oh, baby, I can't hold it..." he moaned as he came; spurting his fluids deep into her cunt. She moaned in rhythm to it, enjoying the sensation of successfully making him come once again.
His panting stopped, and he withdrew from her. He took off his shirt and gave it to her, and she placed it between her crotch to clean herself as he sat back and put his softening cock away.
"Aww," she sighed.
"What, baby?"
"I wanted you to fuck me in the ass..." she said, quite harshly; disappointed.
"Well, who says we're done?"
"Oh, we're done," she scoffed. Her disappointment hurt her, she wanted more. She wanted him in her most private of places, and she wasn't getting it. Or so it seemed.
He pulled his cock back out. It was softened, not as hard as it could be, but he knew he had more in him than that. He'd proven that to her time and time again. He waggled it at her. "He's not going to get back up by himself," he said.
She looked back at him, at the sight of him waggling his cock at her, and she giggled. She was still disappointed, but the sight was too funny to not giggle. She thought for a moment and decided that it was worth a try and she approached him, crawling over too him like a cat with its eyes set on a saucer of milk. She took his cock into her hands and looked up at him, "Not in my mouth."
"Huh?"
"You're not going to finish in my mouth. I want it somewhere else," she said with a smile and slipped his cock into her mouth. She began working it instantly, slithering her tongue around him, and teasing it. Bobbing her head up and down, and paying as much attention to the head of it -- especially the ridge -- as she possibly could. The trick worked. It stopped shrinking and took back to growing to its full and immense size. She cupped his balls and twirled them in her fingers, then shifted her body so that she was laying alongside him instead of in front of him.
He took his cue from her, and slid his hand over her naked backside, slipping his fingers down the middle of her cheeks, and finding her cunt easily enough. He slipped his middle finger inside her, and heard her moan. He slipped it rapidly in and out of her, and then pulled it completely out. It was covered with her own wetness.
He then slid his finger back up and found her smaller hole and pushed. Her wetness let his finger slip easily into her ass, and he began to masturbate her there. Her breathing and moaning deepened as he did this; she began humming against his cock. He sped up, finger fucking her deep inside her ass until she broke free from his cock and practically screamed, "Oh, pleeeease, fuck me in the ass."
He quickly perched up onto his knees, and straddled between her thighs. She reached back and pulled her cheecks apart. He took ahold of his glisteningly wet cock and aimed it towards her asshole, and he pushed forward. Slowly but surely, she devoured the entire length of his cock. Inch by inch he pushed into her, pulling back when she told him, and then pushing forward again when she signaled. His entire cock fit snugly inside of her, and he began to pull back and push in again. Each time he was met with an insane amount of vocal gesture from her until she was crying out for him to fuck her harder, and he complied. The fronts of his thighs slapped violently against the cheeks of her ass, and his cock buried itself completely inside her anus. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter with each thrust, and her hand flew to her cunts flaming rescue and vigorously rubbed her clit in vicious circles until she was grunting deeply with each of his thrusts.
Her first orgasm shocked her body senseless, and it was followed shortly by another that rocked her senses back to life. His cock momentarily disappeared and then reappeared, seemingly bigger and fuller than before; filling her up deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her third orgasm came just as he announced to her, "Oh God, baby, I'm gonna come." She mumbled as clearly as she could back to him, "Oh, please, fill my ass with your hot cum, Please baby..."
His thrusts slowed to a creepy-crawly pace. Pulling back almost all the way out, and just pushing in the head of his cock into her opening as slowly as he could, holding the oncoming orgasm back for as long as he could. Then, finally, "I'm coming baby, oh, God, I'm coming," and he thrust back into her deeply, almost violently, and unleashed his seed deep into her abdomen. It was followed by another sharp thrust of his cock, and another filling spurt of semen; and she cooed, coaxing as much out of him as she could.
He leaned forward, almost laying ontop of her, and bit her in her favorite place -- the nook where her neck met shoulder, and said, gruntingly, "I told you we weren't done," and giggled in her ear.
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"Very good," one of the voices said.
"Remove them," another said.
Gwen felt all their eyes on her, and this set a small flame alight in her stomach that cast a great warmth all over her body. She kept her smiles inwards, as well as her enjoyment, and she slipped her thumbs into the hem of her cotton panties and pushed them down and over her hips. She put a little lustful playing into it as she slowly pushed them down over her ass, and off of her thighs. For this she was punished.
"What do you think you're doing, Elizabeth?" the femal voice asked. Her voice firm and authoritive. "You are here for our benefit, not yours. You are here to entertain us, not the other way around."
"I-I'm sorry..." Gwen said and dropped her panties the rest of the way down. "I just thought--"
"We're not here to see what you think," a deeper voice said.
And another still added, "We're here to see something else entirely."
"Turn around," the female again. Gwen was really enjoying this. This was new and different and she was loving every bit of it. She turned as the woman had told her to do and awaited more instructions.
"Bend over," said one of the men, and she did. She felt a little bare, a little open, but it fanned the flames at her center and the warmth was crawling down between her legs. "Show us your cunt," the same voice said again. The word "cunt" sent a shockwave of breathtaking unexpectedness through her. She sighed it out deeply, and slipped her hands down between her legs. She spread her labia apart gently. There was a silence, none of the voices said anything. She could feel the heat of the candles on the surface of her sex and it teased her. She waited there with her cunt spread open to the viewers and to the flames for a moment, waiting patiently for her next instruction.
Another moment passed and the heat was almost becoming unbearable and then, "Good." The female said the word and it was followed by, "Now, show us your asshole." Gwen let go of her pussy and pulled her skirt higher up over her back. She took a cheek in each hand and pulled them apart and felt that same teasing heat licking it's way up between them and seemingly lingering around her sensitives.
The next command came quicker this time, and she almost sighed with displeasure. They told her to turn back around, and she did. Then they told her to remove her top, and she did, letting her breasts fall free from the sweater and the shirt and finally her bra. She feinted more shyness and tried to cover herself wishing she had learned how to drop tears on command when she took drama classes. As it was now, it took her a good few moments to prepare for the barrage of tears by thinking about some tragic event in her life, but now... there was no time for such preparation now. She certainly wasn't in the emotional condition to bring about such a torrent of tears. She wanted something else entirely on command right now, and she was almost ashamed that she was working and couldn't get it. She'd have to be patient and wait and see what happens.
"Close your eyes," one of the voices said. She closed them slowly, tightening her arms around her breasts, trying to hide them. There was another pause of silence. No words came, all she could hear was the inside of her beating away in her chest and the in-take and out-take of her lungs. Then it came: "Get down on your knees. In front of you you'll find a blind fold. Put it on."
She went down on her knees and felt around for the blind fold until she found it. She brought it up, never opening her eyes, and slipped it over her head. "Now lean forward onto your hands and stay there." She eased down trying not to emmulate a catlike motion of seduction, attempting to keep the innocent school girl act together. There was another pause. A longer one than the past one. She counted twenty full breaths and then...
She felt it. It lay on the small of her back where her back met her ass. It was long and thick and warm. She didn't move and just let whomever was behind her do whatever he was going to do, playing the role perfectly. She felt pressure at first, the followed by the length of it being dragged down between the cheeks of her ass, followed by the warm, slick-skinned head that past intentionally over her anus and was then dragged back up and disappeared. Then she felt it again, and it was wet... It was wet and it followed the same motion, the full of the shaft gliding down between her ass, and then the head following suit and firmly passing over her sensitive asshole. This time, however, it went further... it went down and disappeared again, reappearing this time as a head only as it slipped and pushed it's way up through the thick swollen lips of her vagina until it found her opening. It stayed their for a moment, and she did everything she could to refrain from pushing back and slipping it into her.
She yelped when it was pushed into her. The great length of the thing passed into her with ease down to the hilt and she gasped and tightened herself, clinching the massive cock that was now inside of her. Then it was drawn back until it slipped out of her pussy and was driven back in just as deep, just as quick, and just as unexpected. He did this again, and again; each time a full length stroke of his cock until it disappeared again. Then a pair of hands were at her hips, and they tugged her backwards until she collapsed into the lap of what she assumed was the same man. She could feel his cock bobbing between her legs as he held her onto him just above his pubic bone. She felt his hand let go of her hip, and slid down behind her and take the cock in his hand. He aimed it up, and drove it forward back into her pussy. She cried out again and he began fucking her. Sliding his cock in and out of her with a steady rapid motion, the fronts his thighs slapping against her buttocks.
Gwen cooed and groaned and then there was a new sensation. A tongue was worming its way around the hood of her clit while this massive cock pounded it's way into her. Her head dazed, and her body tensed, and she felt a very short and small orgasm flutter it's way out of her, and when it was finished they stopped.
"Is she ready," she heard someone say.
"Yes, she's more than ready."
And she was being moved again, rolled over onto what felt to be another man who's cock was flattened against her stomach and pulsing beneath her. She haunched up onto her knees without being asked, and she felt that same cock at her pussy, and it, too, entered with a glistened ease. But ease wasn't this one's method. He was fast and powerful, driving his tool deep inside her as many times as possible. The tongue then returned, only not to her pussy. It returned to the top of her cheeks and was being dragged down between them. Soon it was at her other hole and it was working it's way around it, and all she could do was groan with pleasure.
"Spread them apart, Elizabeth," she was told, and just as she did before, she spread her cheeks wide. The man under her stopped momentarily, and she felt another at her backside. The head was perched and ready at her opening and when it pushed at her, she welcomed it. It slid slowly into her, inch by inch, until there were no more inches. Then it drew back out, and the man underneath her drove his up into her cunt. The worked in tandem, one in and one out, like a piston. And there was another. She could smell the lubricant before it got to her and then she tasted it on her lips. She welcomed that one as well, letting him enter her mouth with the same ease the other two had.
Gwen had never felt so full before and with that fullness came another orgasm.
The man in her mouth came first. He pulled away from her just as he did so, and groaned deeply. She felt the warmth splash into he rmouth first. The second shot wasn't so lucky and missed the target, as did the remainder. Then the man in her ass followed suit. He pulled his massive girth from her, and groaned and she felt the jetting stream collide into coat over the surface of her anus. She clenched at this and sqeezed her pussy harder and this triggered the man beneathe her as he pulled away and ejaculated more onto him than her, but a little made it onto her pubis.
She was rolled onto her back by this one, and she heard more groaning, and then felt more warmth as the two remaining men ejaculated onto her stomach and breasts. She gasped frantically. The tongue returned then, licking hungrily at every place the men had spilled their seeds onto her. Once it was finished cleaning her, it returned to her pussy and skillfully brought Gwen to another orgasm.
***
Gwen sat in the bathtub, relaxed against the wall. The woman of the group, a brunette in her mid-to-late forties named Anne, was running a sponge over Gwen's stomach and breasts in a caring manner. Her body ached. It ached from being pushed well beyond her limits, and it ached for more, but her head was in no shape to take anymore. Exhaustion had set itself in every ounce of her body, in every muscle, and now the bath seemed like heaven. It always did when another woman bathed her. They knew how they wanted a bath and so they gave them how they wanted them. She basked in this, and giggled painfully whenever Anne rolled the sponge over her nipples or down between her thighs. Anne was a horrible tease, Gwen assumed and finally decided when Anne asked, "What're you gonna say when someone asks you how work was tonight?"
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Gwen stepped through the door and into the hallway. The older gentlmen, Gwen would've guessed about mid-forties if she had to, led her along a few steps before he asked, "What're the packages?"
Gwen shed away her schoolgirl skin for a moment and put on her business woman attire and quoted herself, "For basic dances it's a hundred an hour, plus tips. Completely nude increases it to one-fifty; laps are twenty for a ten to fifteen minute ride; extras are an extra twenty, like fingering and inserting; and everything else, if required, is negotiable." She added a very naughty smile with saying the last part that she was sure got him a little excited.
He nodded and made further response.
"Can I use your restroom first?" she asked.
"Of course," he said and led her further down the hall, and opened the door for her. "We'll be waiting in the den. It's back down the hall and to your left."
"Thank you," she said and closed the door. She looked at herself in the mirror and straightened some bits and pieces that got cramped in the car ride over. She let out a soft sigh and said to herself, A basic dance to get some old men hard, maybe I'll get to play with myself a little, and then I'll be back home in no time.
***
The den was lit by a single candle in the middle of the room. By the shadows she could make out six distinct outlines, but those same shadows hid the features of the individuals. The sounds from earlier were gone. There was no music now, no one was laughing, and there was no moans of porn coming from an unknown source. Certain flags went up, and she was telling herself to get out of there now; but she was also telling herself, This could be interesting.
"Thank you for coming, Elizabeth," one of the shadows said. It was a man, but not the one who met her at the door. This one was a stronger voice, a deeper voice that spoke on an authoritive rhythm. Gwen readopted her schoolgirl character and she nodded to the shadows.
"It seems, Elizabeth, that your... grades haven't been keeping up to the levels that are necessary for you to hold on to your scholarship," another voice said.
Roleplay, she thought to herself. "I know, I--"
"We do not tolerate excuses, young lady," another voice. Female this time. Gwen watched the shadows.
"You have two option, Elizabeth. Your first option is to, of course, bring your grades up to an outstanding level. But given the time frame in which those grades are going to be neeed, option two seems much more appropriate."
"Wh-what's option two?"
The first voice she heard spoke up in his soft and soothing expression, "We feel, Elizabeth," he dropped his tone to a much lower level, "that you already know what option two is." She hung her head, keeping up the performance. "We know of your... extra curricular activities with at least one of your professors, Elizabeth."
She faked a sob.
"Oh, come now child," the authoritive voice spoke up. "This is a game of your design. We're just adding more players to the field."
Gwen shyly looked up, and slowly slid her fingers of both hands around the hem of her skirt. She liked this, playing the ashamed schoolgirl being forced to do naughty things. This was going to better than she originally thought. There was no music to dance to, nothing to strip to, so this was going to be a pure sexual event. She brought the skirt up a little, showing a bit of her thighs to her unknown watchers.
"A little higher," one of the voices said. She complied, keeping in character, and she pulled the skirt a little higher. "Show us," the same voice said. She tugged again, using the same shamed pace as before, and the skirt was up high enough to show the shadows her white cotton panties. She saw them nod, and this put an imaginary smile in her head.
"Turn around," another voice said. She stepped a little and slowly turned, keeping her skirt raised the little bit that it was. She knew it was raised high enough for them to see, and saw they did. All six of pairs of eyes from the shadows watched her waist as she turned; as the candle's flame danced off the smoothness of her thighs, and around her backside. She stopped to let them look, to let them imagine whatever they wanted, and then stepped back around to face them again.
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