Gay Erotic Stories

I told Patrick to clean himself up as I started to dress. It was already past eleven, and I still needed a hard dick in my pussy. Patrick could have serviced me, and for a brief moment, I considered letting him hammer his ten inch cock into me, but the whole point of this weekend was to drive him crazy with desire, and besides, I could fuck him any time I wanted. After eight years of marriage, I still could make him come whenever the mood struck me. And usually that was at least twice a day, sometimes more. But now, on this trip, I was in charge, and I intended to enjoy the situation to its fullest. I knew what I was going to wear. I had brought several outfits for the weekend, and had planned the celebration very carefully. I spent a few minutes on my hair. It's a light shade of auburn, and the red highlights compliment my green eyes and lightly freckled complexion. I was in the bathroom, putting a few curlers in the area that was most in need, (Jabar had messed me up a little as he came in my mouth) and all the time thinking about Patrick in the other room. I had not told him to get dressed yet. He was in the bed room, on the other side of the door, naked, waiting for my instructions. I picked up the remote control from the dressing table, and moved the dial to five. That was half way to full power. With a wicked smile, I placed my finger on the button that would activate the vibrating cock ring and butt plug my husband was wearing. "Patrick, are you standing up?" I asked through the closed door. "No, ma'am. Did you want me for something?" "Yes. Come to the door, but don't come in." I heard the bed springs as he stood up and padded over and stood just outside the bathroom door. "Yes, ma'am?" I put the remote control down. "Are you having a good time?" "Now?" He asked. "Yes. Now, and all evening. Are you having fun?" "I...do you mean...well, yes, I am sort of enjoying myself. Ma'am." I took the curlers out and began brushing my hair. As we talked through the closed bathroom door, I touched up my makeup. I don't wear a lot of stuff, mostly a little liner and some pancake, and of course, lipstick. My face was right, so I began to dress. First, the panties. Black is Patrick's favorite color, and I wanted him to enjoy this weekend. I slipped my legs into the lacy silk black panties. I don't know why I bothered. They have no crotch, and my pubic hair was peeking right out the middle. My pubes are darker than my other hair, and the blackness of the panties and the darkness of my pubic hair blended together. A man would need look closely to realize that my bush was exposed. Look closely or touch. And I knew that shortly, a man, some man, would be doing both. "Oh, poor baby. You mean you're only 'sort of' enjoying yourself?" "Oh, no. I mean, I am enjoying myself. It's just that...well, I really need to fuck you. Ma'am." I had put on my garter belt by now, and was in the process of rolling my left stocking up my leg. I love wearing garters and stockings. There is something just so decadent about feeling the silk stockings as they unfurl and then connect to the garter snaps on the belt. I hadn't answered him after his last statement. I continued to dress, now pulling up the other stocking. The garter belt was framing my panty covered pussy, with a border of white silky skin over the top of my garter belt, and complimented with the exposed skin of my upper thighs, the area between the stocking tops and the panties. I ran my blood red fingernails over this area, this tender portion of my body! I was getting hot all over again. My mind's eye could see Patrick on the other side of the door, standing there, his dick still imprisoned within the confines of his cock ring. I imagined his full balls, swelling with desire. I could close my eyes and see his hairy chest, his little nipples already firm with anticipation. Patrick loves to have me suck on his nipples. At first, when we start to make love, they are almost too sensitive to touch. They tickle. But once we get started, once I've had his cock in my mouth for a few moments, once I've run my tongue into his ass hole a few times, I reach up and catch his right nipple between my fingers, and begin to kneed it, to roll it around between my thumb and my first finger. Once it becomes hard, I take my fingernail and run it inside the ridges of his nipples, raking it, and finally, I start to pinch it, to twist it. That's usually when I speed up my cock sucking. Dropping another inch or so down his hard dick, I usually will bare my teeth on his cock at this point. That's something he likes a lot! He enjoys the pain involved in a rough blow job. I will usually start to bite his cock harder as I twist his nipples harshly between my fingers. My other hand is usually working a finger into his ass hole by this time, and...and... Wait. I'm getting carried away. At any rate, as I stand in the bathroom, I'm now almost ready to put on my dress. I thought about a bra. I have several, but I seldom wear them. My breasts are full, and very well shaped. I wear a 38DD cup, but they are firm and tight, and while it is obvious when I am braless, it is not because they sag, but rather because the nipples stand out almost a 3/4 of an inch from my breasts. Patrick speaks to me again. "Did I anger you by saying I want to fuck you?" I remained silent. Fuck the bra. I removed the dress from the hanger. It is black, with a white lapel. It wraps around me, and fastens with two buttons at the waist. When I walk, I can make it open in the front, reveling as much of my legs as I wish. There are no other buttons or fasteners on the dress at all! Two buttons hold it closed. Two small buttons. And I only fastened one. The shoes. I have three pairs of heels with me. One is black, with an open side, and open toe. They are about four inches and very shinny. Another pair, a bit higher, red satin, closed toes. Too conservative for the dress, but the color is flashy. Another pair. Black with white bows. Perfect, except they are only about two and a half inch heels. I try on all three pairs. My hand touches the dressing table for balance. I see the remote control again. This time, when I pick it up, I look at the closed door, the barrier between my husband and myself. "Patrick?" "Yes, ma'am?" I push the button. I cannot hear the vibrating, but I can hear him gasp. I turn the dial. Six. Seven. Eight! I imagine him quivering, I imagine his cock rising to its full length, attaining its solid hardness. I let it continue as I slip into my shoes. The shinny black ones with the open sides and toes. And then I stop. That's enough for now. He can hear me through his sudden passion. "Patrick?" "Yes ma'am?" "Did you come?" "I'm very close. Do you want me to?" "No. You may not come yet. Get dressed now. You have three minutes." I slip the controller inside my purse. The night is waiting! We do not speak as we ride the elevator to the lobby. It stops on the tenth floor, and a very nice looking man gets in. He smiles at Patrick and myself. The door closes and the elevator starts down again. I open the skirt of my dress and adjust my stockings. The stranger watches. So does my husband. Neither say anything. I run my hand along the silk stocking, smoothing them out. I continue to run my hands along the top of the hose, and now over my naked thighs. And I stop when my fingertips touch the tip of my panties. I straighten up, my dress closes as quickly as it opens. The stranger doesn't know what to say, what to do. The elevator stops on the fifth floor. A woman enters. We all smile. As it descends again, I reach over to the stranger and remove his pen from his shirt pocket. I reach down and take his hand. Opening his palm, I simply write 1642 on his skin. I replace the pen in his pocket. The woman assumes I am with the stranger. That he is my husband, or my date. The elevator tops at the lobby, and Patrick and I step out. She is confused. And the stranger, the stranger only stands there, looking at his hand. Looking at the number I've written on it. Looking at our room number. As we wait for the valet to bring our car, I feel an undeniable feeling of raw power! I know there is no man I cannot have, no thing I cannot do. Nothing will be too outrageous, nothing will be too daring! My pussy will be my toy for the next two days, and I will play with it in any fashion I wish. And my husband will be right there, watching as I have my fill of hard cocks and firm tongues. He will watch and help others as they do whatever I want done to my cunt, watch as I do whatever I want to other men's dicks, to other men's cocks, their balls, their asses! I am without limits. I am a whore turned loose with her husband's approval. And I intend to do whatever and whoever I wish! The car arrives. The valet opens the door on the passenger side for me. I look at him and at the back door. He realizes his mistake. Closing the front door, he opens the back door, and I enter the car. Patrick gets in the drivers seat and starts the car. I know the valet is confused. I could care less. Patrick starts the car, and asks, "Where to?" I utter two words. "Sans Soci". French for, "Without Guilt." He knows the place. I lean back and begin to plan. This is going to be an exceptional night. I remember the first night Patrick ever took me to Sans Soci. I had never been to a swing club before, but knew they existed. It was my idea, really. Patrick was a great deal more worldly then I was in those days, but I was always the more adventuresome. He told me that the club was probably too risque for my tastes. But I insisted, and with a bit of oral persuasion, (I gave him a blow job as he was getting ready to go to the office) he finally relented and said we'd go there the next night. Time seemed to drag between when he said we could go and the time we actually got in the car to begin the trip. Dallas is about an hour and a half from where we lived at the time, and I couldn't wait. I'd already made up my mind that I was going to enjoy myself, at least to the extent that Patrick would let me, but was pretty sure that "fun" wasn't going to actually include my fucking anyone other than my husband. I'd made some preparations the day of the trip, things like new underwear, garters, silk stockings, etc, and as a last minute idea, I'd even trimmed my pubic hair to the point that it was more like a thin coat of soft red down, rather than the full bush I usually sport! I didn't tell Patrick about that part. After all, a girl's got to have some secrets! As we drove to the club, I asked my husband dozens of questions about what to expect. He told me about the place, in detail. His first wife and he had been heavy into swapping, and I knew he was speaking from experience. My pussy was literally dripping by the time we got there. In the parking lot, just before we got out of the car, Patrick took my hand. "Rachael, I want you to enjoy yourself. I won't be jealous about anything you do, as long as you include me in your activities. When we go through those doors, all bets are off concerning our regular way of doing things, and I want you to keep that in mind." "I understand," I told him, not really understanding anything at all. "Okay. Let's go." He gave me a deep kiss, squeezed my right breast, making my nipple harden instantly, and then opened his car door and got out. When he came around to my side to let me out, I swung my legs higher then necessary, but I wanted him to be the first to see what I was wearing under my clothing. He let out a low whistle. "Oh, baby, I had no idea. How about a quick fuck before we go in?" "Probably not, but I'll keep you in mind." With that I was out of the car and half way to the door. I guess a casual observer might think I was a bit hot to trot. And they'd have been right! Patrick caught up with me at the door. We entered together. The outside doors led into a small ante room. There was a man wearing a tux just inside the door. He welcomed us and then recognized my husband. That probably facilitated our admittance. Within a few seconds, the door between the little room and the main hall buzzed, and without further ado, we were inside the main area. I must say, at first blush, it seemed like any other club. The women were a bit more provocatively dressed, and I noticed that most seemed to be unaware of how much flesh they were showing. But on the surface, it seemed like any other club. We found a table and sat down. It was close to the dance floor, but there was no one dancing at the moment. I would say the club was about half full, and I wasn't particularly impressed. The disk jockey's booth was empty, but a cigarette was smoldering in the ashtray nearby. He'd probably run to the men's room. We settled in and Patrick ordered our drinks. The waitress knew him. I was wondering just how often he'd been in the place, and how recently. I didn't have time to consider these questions. The disk jockey bounced back unto the dance floor, and into his booth. He started the records as well as his own line of prattle! "Hello, earlybirds! We're back with more platters and light matters, and it's time for a fast one! Grab your girl, (or someone else's) and let's do it. And let's make this a three person couple!" I had no idea was that meant. (I later found out that was two men and one woman, or vice-versa, dancing as a team.) I never like to dance when I first get to a club, preferring to get the lay of the land before I jump into anything. But that night, when a good looking guy named Jay asked if I would join him and his wife for the next dance, I guess I was a bit taken back. Before I knew what was happening, I was on the dance floor, sandwiched between Jay and his wife Jan. She was a fine looking blonde, and wore a red, strapless dress, cut low in the front, and very short. The dance was a fast moving one, "I'm So Excited!" and the tempo was upbeat and hot! Now, I've danced with a lot of guys, and thought I'd seen and felt everything that could happen on a dance floor. But when Jan started to lift the hem of her dress, already very short and revealing, she shocked me. I remember wondering when she would stop its upward ascent. The top of her stockings were very visible, and I watched as more and more of her thighs came into view. But she didn't stop. I couldn't believe it. She had lifted the hem to her waist, showing her pantyless, shaved pussy to all who wanted to see! Oddly enough, it seemed like only myself and Jay were watching. And I could tell by the look of anticipation in her eyes, she was waiting for me to follow suit. I glanced over to Patrick. He was watching the show and encouraged me with a knowing smile. What the hell, if he didn't care, well, I was there to have fun! I began to raise the hem of my dress also. I originally intended to go only as high as the tops of my stockings, but something made me throw caution to the wind, and I found myself strutting on the dance floor, my hem in my hand, and my pantied cunny on view for whoever cared to watch. And Jay watched! He moved closer to me, putting me between Jan and himself. They worked in unison to close me in, almost as if I were in the middle of a dance sandwich. As they moved closer, I could feel Jan's hands on my shoulders, rubbing, pulling me backward toward her. Jay moved closer...Suddenly I felt hands massaging my ass. It was Jan! She had her hands on my ass cheeks, kneading them with a sensual touch that I'd never felt from a woman. And Jay joined in. His hands were touching my neck, and slid down to the shoulders, touching my bare skin. I was getting very hot! I couldn't see Patrick, but knew he was watching me. Suddenly the music changed. A slow song replaced the hectic pace of the first, and almost as if on cue, Jay reached out and pulled me toward him; Jan was right behind me. The three of us were moving as one, but now Jan's hands were inside my panties, rubbing my ass, raking her nails across my flesh. Jay had moved down to my breasts, and his hands covered my tits, teasing my nipples, making me hornier than I'd been in years. I realized why his hands were having that effect on me. My breasts were exposed! He'd undone the few buttons on the top of my dress, and had pulled it open enough to free my big boobs! Once they were free of the confines of the dress, his hands moved south, and I felt him running his fingers across my pussy! All that was between him and my mound was the satin panties I had covering my cunt. These two were a team! His fingers had no sooner touched me in my secret place when I felt Jan's hands reach up and cup my tits. My first reaction to all this was to run back to Patrick, but because of the way the two of them had me wedged between them, and because of the darkness of the club, and mostly because my pussy was dripping with passion, I stayed my ground. Even when I felt Jay reach up to the waistband of my panties, and start lowering them over my hips. I knew I shouldn't allow this, but I wanted it! I wanted it bad! He had my panties down, my pussy being fondled without any resistance! In fact, when he released them, they fell to the floor, and without missing a beat, I stepped out of them, leaving them there, unconcerned about how obvious my sluttish behavior had become! Jay had his fingers, two of them, already inside my cunt, and as the three of us continued to dance, I could feel myself giving over to his experienced hands. I wanted to come! His wife was twisting my nipples between her fingers, as her husband pumped his fingers into my hot snatch! I had closed my eyes, giving myself over to the feelings that were coursing though my body. I wanted this dance to go on forever! I hadn't noticed anything except the two of them for what seemed like hours. Suddenly I was aware that something had changed. I opened my eyes to discover a blue spot light was shining directly on the three of us. Not only that, but we were the only ones on the dance floor! Everybody else had stood aside, making us the star of the show. And everybody else in the entire club was watching the three of us! Patrick included! As hot as I was at that moment, I wasn't hot enough to publicly fucked, which obviously was what they had in mind. Breaking away from them, I mumbled something about having to find my husband, stooped down to grab my panties off the floor, and scurried off the floor and out of the spotlight. I made it back to Patrick and sat down immediately. I half expected him to scold me for my sluttish behavior, and I half expected him to tell me that I needed to behave myself. I didn't know what I was going to tell him, how to explain my sudden exhibitionist display. I needn't have worried. He took my hand in his, and moved it under the table to his lap. I felt what he wanted me to feel. His cock was out of his pants, and harder than the wood on the table before us. I instinctively wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it up and down as he told me how excited he was. He was not disappointed in my behavior, but rather, saddened by the fact that I had stopped! "I really thought you'd suck his cock, Rachael," he said as I continued to stroke his hard dick. "If you'd have fallen to your knees and started to blow him, I would have come right here, without anyone touching me!" "You wouldn't have been mad?" "Mad! Are you crazy! What kind of a place do you think this is? Listen sweetie, before tonight is over, you'll see more cocks and pussies than you thought possible in one place, and most of them will have mouths on them!" "I wanted to suck him, but it's so public here!" As I said these words, Patrick's cock jumped in my hand. I knew I was having an effect on him. I continued my jerking of his cock as I kept talking. "I felt his dick against my leg as we danced, and his fingers worked my pussy like a master! I almost came when his wife started playing with my tits. Would you have liked to watch me come on that stage?" Patrick couldn't answer me! He was too lost in what my hands were doing under the table. Well, he wanted hot, and I decided to give him hot! I leaned over him, placing my head where my hand had been. His cock disappeared inside my mouth and I sucked him in full view of several of the club patrons. He couldn't hold out now. His dick pulsated and shot its load into my waiting mouth. I continued to suck him, spurt after spurt shooting down my throat. I knew people were watching, but I didn't care! When I stopped sucking him, I sat upright in my chair. Before I had a chance to say anything, Jan was standing next to me, lowering her face to mine. We kissed a deep tongue thrashing kiss. When it was over, she smiled at me and said, "I wondered if he'd come in your mouth, and the only way to really know was to take a taste. Hope you didn't mind." That was my first visit to Sans Soci. We'd been back many times since, each time enjoying the openness and the freedom of doing what we wanted with who we desired. And tonight would prove to be no different. As Patrick opened the back door of the car, letting me out, I didn't say a word to him. He followed me as I entered the club. Just before we entered the main room I turned to him and said, "Remember, this is my weekend. We do everything my way! If you fail to obey instantly any command, everything will come to a halt, and I don't know if we'll ever have adventures like the ones you so love, ever again." He didn't reply. He only opened the door for me and smiled. He knew he'd have a lot to smile about before this night was over! As we entered the interior of the club, I was aware of the overwhelming sexual tension in the air. It was already past midnight, and things were heating up. There was no table near the dance floor, always a good spot to sit, so we turned and walked toward the bar. I was about to order a drink when I noticed Nancy. Nancy's a real dish! And a real swinger! Patrick has always wanted to fuck her, but never has been able to work out the logistics. She was always occupied when he was ready, and he was always busy when she was available. Her husband, Jason was a hunk! I'd sucked his cock on more than one occasion, but had never fucked him either! The timing was never right for us either. While I wanted his hard cock in me, it never seemed to work out that he and I were "unoccupied" at the same time. I spoke to Nancy, mostly small talk, while Patrick got our drinks. She noticed we didn't have a table and offered to share their's with us. I eagerly took her up on her offer. I motioned to Patrick that I was going to sit with Nancy and Jason, and he nodded his understanding. As I joined the blonde couple, I noticed Jason seemed to be more interested in the activities on the dance floor, than on me or Nancy. As I sat at their table, waiting for Patrick to bring our drinks, I took in Jason's fine body. He was hard everywhere. I felt his hand resting on my right knee, but he didn't seem too committed to exploration, and his attention was divided between my legs and the dance floor. I soon saw what was capturing his interest. He was watching with rapt attention as a woman on the dance floor was being systematicly undressed by three other women. Now it was not unusual to see a woman in that club fondle another woman, even on stage, but it was kinda strange how these three were working on this other woman. The woman being undressed stood rigid between the trio that was intent on stripping her clothes off in front of the entire club. They seemed to be holding the semi-nude woman between themselves, and if I didn't know better, I would almost have thought she was being forced to allow these women to strip her naked. The club is a bit rough, but I'd never seen anyone do anything to anybody that they didn't want done. This was different, this was a bit more...savage. The three women stripping the girl in the middle didn't seem to be taking the usual care that people exhibited here. In fact, I noticed something I hadn't seen when I first took in the scene. The girl in the middle was handcuffed! She had already had her blouse removed, and her hands were cuffed behind her back. At first, I thought she was merely holding her hands behind her back, making her breasts stand out further. She had lovely tits, even though I couldn't see all of them because they were still encased in her French bra. I noticed now that the girl in the handcuffs still had her skirt and shoes on. Her bra was still on, but the three women who held her captive were feeling her breasts, fondling the nipples through the black silk material of her bra. By the time I had realized what was going on, Patrick had joined us at the table. Jason still had his hand on my knee, but was also rubbing the top of my thighs through my dress. All four of us, as well as the others in the bar, were watching the action in the center of the dance floor. A pair of scissors suddenly were in evidence, and one of the women cut the front of the cuffed woman's bra, between her large breasts, and the garment fell to the floor. And before the bra hit the floor, the other two women had their mouths covering the cuffed woman's breasts. They were obviously enjoying the other woman's tasty nipples. I realized that Jason had moved his hand from atop my dress and had worked it between my legs, and was just inches from my pussy. I relaxed my legs so he would have no trouble finding the cunt I knew he wanted. His hands automatically responded, and within seconds, he was gently rubbing my clit as it was prominently exposed through my crotchless panties. I made no effort to cover myself, knowing that Patrick had a perfect view of Jason's fingers and they twirled around the entrance of my pussy! Of course he was enjoying the view. And he was enjoying the rubbing he was receiving on his own cock from Nancy. While his dick was still inside his pants, Nancy was rubbing my husband to hardness. I knew she must have felt the electronic cock ring I had placed on my husband's hard dick. But if she did, she didn't act surprised. Of course, with Nancy, nothing she found in a man's pants would surprise her. The action on the floor stopped. The DJ bounced out to center stage. He stepped in front of the bound woman and, after feeling her hard nipples with his thumb and forefinger, turned to the audience. "Hello, fun seekers! Welcome to the newest game here at Sans Soci! As you can see, our first volunteer is now without her blouse and bra. If you don't remember the rules, or if you've just gotten here, let me remind you about what happens next. "If you want this woman back, or if you just want to enjoy what she's now showing, you can bid for her. But we don't want money, do we? If you want her, bid another woman to take her place. Now then, do I hear a bidder?" No one said anything. I looked around the room, and saw a man sitting by himself, although there were two drinks on his table. I was pretty sure the woman on the stage was his wife. He was stroking his cock through his pants, and the lust on his face was unmistakable! I'd seen it on Patrick's face many times when I was being used to satisfy another man's desires. Suddenly, a voice from the back of the room. "I'll take her, and give you this bitch!" I recognized the voice. It was Larry, Janet's husband. And the woman he was pushing to the front of the stage was none other than Janet, herself. I wasn't surprised. She's a hot bitch, and I knew she wanted to be up there. Knowing her, she probably told Larry to offer her. The DJ spoke again. "Okay, bring her up! And you know the rules. The slave you're getting is naked from the waist up, so you have to go one better! What'll it be?" Larry delivered his wife to the front of the dance floor, turned her to face the crowd, and unbuttoned her blouse. After he'd removed it, he undid her bra. But he didn't stop there. Reaching behind her, he unzipped her skirt, and allowed it to fall to the floor. She was wearing only her garters, stockings, panties and shoes! And did she look hot! Of course, Janet was never the shy type. Larry took the other woman off the stage, her hands still cuffed behind her, and led her back to his table. He hadn't even gotten her back to her chair before his hands were all over her full tits. And he didn't even look back to see what was happening to his wife! Janet, in the meantime, was standing there, before all of us, and put her hands behind her back to be cuffed! Now I have great tits, but I gotta tell you, Janet makes me seem flat-chested. And having her hands cuffed behind her only made them seem to stick out further. The DJ was back now, but this time, he not only fondled the captive's breasts and nipples, but also ran his hands over her pantied pussy! Janet shuddered as the man's hand found her clit through her satin tap pants. He was obviously enjoying himself, as was she. While all this was going on, Jason was finger fucking me in earnest! My quim was squishy wet, and his in-and-out action was actually making embarrassing noises. I glanced over to see if Patrick was watching his wife's pussy being punished by this stranger, and of course he was. Nancy had taken matters a step further, and had Patrick's cock out of his pants, and was giving his electronic cock ring the once over. She turned to me, and for the first time, noticed her husbands fingers inside my pussy. If that annoyed her, she certainly didn't show it. Instead she gave me a quizzical look and lifted Patrick's cock up, as if to ask me what the cock ring was all about. I reached down to Jason's hand and gently pulled his fingers out of my cunt. I wanted him to continue, but I needed to have control of my body for a few minutes. "You can go back in in just a second, sweetie. I need to get something out of my purse." I reached into my bag and withdrew the controller for the cock ring. Nancy was a smart girl. I knew she'd figure it out on her own. I leaned across the table and handed the controller to her. "Enjoy," was all I said. Leaning back in my chair, I spread my legs apart, and looking at Jason, said, "You were saying..." He didn't need a second invitation. His hand was back on my pussy, his fingers digging deep into my secret place, furiously beating the passion out of my clit! I put the feelings that Jason was building in my cunt on hold, and turned my attention back to Janet. Her three tormentors were running their tongues across her breasts and down her flat tummy. One of them snaked a hand inside the top of her panties. I could see by the expression on Janet's face that the woman had found her love button. I suspect Janet might have come right then on the stage if the DJ hadn't bounced back into centre stage. "Now then, this hot little bitch is ready to make one of you guys very happy! Do I hear a bid?" "I'll take her!" The voice from the left of the stage was not one I recognized. But then, I didn't know every one who visited this particular club. A rather short, heavy set man was walking toward the stage, his tall companion being dragged behind him, almost reluctantly. He arrived at the stage, and without any type of ceremony, turned to his friend and simply said, "Take 'em off!" She complied instantly. The woman he'd brought was slender and tall, and very dark! I envied her sun tan! She was dressed in a two piece suit, which she quickly stripped off her well endowed body. Next came the red blouse, followed by her bra. She didn't need be told that the ante was now one more garment. Again, without hesitation, she placed her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, and peeled them off her smooth ass. Janet was led off the stage, and given to the short little man, who quickly spirited her off to his little section of the room. His wife, or girl friend, was soon forgotten as she was lead to the centre stage, cuffed and placed on display for all the other men to bid on. The DJ wasn't about to pass on this piece of ass. He was quickly back on the floor, and again he was freely feeling the woman in front of him! His hands lingered on her hard little nipples, and I guess they were just too tempting for him. He leaned over, kissed one and then the other. The second kiss took a bit longer than the first, and when he pulled his face off her breast, the little pool of spittle was clearly there for anyone to see! Next, he ran his hand down her curveous body, until his fingers found her wet pussy and then disappeared inside. The woman gasped as the DJ pushed two fingers inside her box! I feared for a moment that her knees would buckle, and she would fall down in front of the DJ. But he removed his fingers from her pussy, and then, in a move that probably surprised him as much as her, he held the pussy soaked fingers before the woman's mouth. Without hesitation, the woman sucked the fingers into her mouth, and cleaned them of any evidence of her passion juice. "Gentlemen, I'm tempted to keep this one, but rules are rules. Anybody got anything worth trading for this slut?" I knew what I wanted! Turning to Patrick, I told him, "Trade me!" He didn't hesitate. Standing up, with his cock still outside his pants, cockring and all, he shouted, "This cunt is hot. I'll bid for the other bitch!" I didn't wait for Patrick to walk me to the front. I made the trip in less than six steps, and with each step, I was getting hotter and wetter. Patrick caught up with me just before I stepped onto the dance floor. I had already undone the one button holding the black and white dress on my body, and with the shrug of my shoulders, it fell to the ground. I was wearing no bra, and my crotchless panties offered neither modesty or protection. I stood in front of the DJ wearing only my stockings and garter and heels. After turning my back to him, and my front to the audience, I offered my hands to him to cuff. I swear, I almost came as I heard them snap shut! There is something about being helpless in front of a man, naked and helpless, that makes my pussy run wet! I knew I had to up the ante, but clothing was not the answer. I fell to my knees in front of the DJ. He knew what I wanted. He knew what I was prepared to do. But surprisingly, he seemed to hesitate. Instead of pulling his cock out of his pants for me to suck, he turned to the audience and asked, "Who wants to be the designated squirter?" Before anyone could answer, Jason was on his feet, and on the dance floor. The DJ turned me sideways, so as not to block the action of my bidding. Jason dropped his pants and underwear in one motion. His hard cock was poking me in the eye, slapping my face with his turgid dick! I didn't need to be told what to do. Since I was deprived of the use of my hands, I was pretty much at the mercy of Jason's cock. He didn't make me wait long. Sliding his hard dick past my lips, he entered my mouth in one fast stroke. He'd taken my head, (needlessly) and was holding my face against his legs, as his cock sawed in and out of my mouth. I don't know if it was the time he'd spent moments before with his fingers in my cunt, or if it was the idea of cumming in my mouth in front of a room full of people, or maybe just face fucking me in front of my husband, but at any rate, Jason began shooting his load almost as soon as his dick hit the back of my throat. And I wanted it all! I swallowed almost as fast as he came. Almost! I got almost all of his cum swallowed. But not quite all. When he pulled his spent cock out of my mouth, I knew some of his seed was spilling down my chin, and dangling there, for all the world to see that I had indeed just sucked a man's cock, a man I barely knew, and a man who'd face-fucked me just feet from my husband's watchful eyes. I looked over at Patrick. He was watching me, but at the same time, he had his cock buried in the woman's snatch that had stood on this stage just before me. And when Patrick saw my mouth with cum dripping from it, I watched him come in the stranger's pussy! And for the forth time that night, I realized my mouth had been fucked, but my pussy was still vacant! This would not do. Not do at all! I wasn't happy about the way the night was going. It seemed to me that Patrick was getting all the fun, and I was doing all the work! If you call sucking a good looking stud while handcuffed on a dance floor work, that is. The DJ helped me to my feet and started to turn me around to undo the cuffs. Then he stopped, and turned me back to face him. "I know I shouldn't do this, but I really can't help myself!" Saying this, he reached down and put one hand on my exposed pussy. His other hand was fondling my left breast. As his fingers sunk into my steaming cunt, I felt my knees get weak. I needed to be fucked so badly! The DJ's fingers sped up their frantic movement. My nipples were sticking straight out, and my pussy was gushing slick juices down my legs and all over the stranger's hands. "Please. I need to be fucked so much. Can't you help me?" I was begging the handsome musician. "I'm not much for public fucking. But..." He took my arm by the elbow and led me off the dance floor and around to his record booth. There was a small table, stacked with records and tapes, and another one with his coat across it. In the front of the booth was his electronic equipment. The booth was elevated about four feet off the ground, and enclosed in plexiglass and paneling. He was not gentle with me at all, but rather, with a combination of pulling and shoving, forced me into the booth and then followed me in. "So, you need to be fucked, huh?" "Yes! Please. I need a hard cock in my pussy!" "Well, maybe I can help you. But only if you can give me what I need. Think you can do that?" "Anything. Just give me your cock!" He smiled and turned his back on me. I watched him turn some dials on his electronic control board. Turning back to me he unbuttoned his pants, letting them drop to the floor. I gasped as I saw what he had between his legs. It was huge! Now I like a big cock as well as the next girl, but that monster was absolutely unreal in its size. I instantly changed my mind about fucking him. I wouldn't mind sucking it a while, or even jerking it off on my tits and face, but there was no way that thing was going into my pussy! No way at all. I started to think about getting out of the booth, but the door was closed. I knew no one could hear me if I yelled, not over the music I was sure he'd turned on, and not in the midst of the orgy that was unleashed by the dance floor auction! I pushed back the feeling of panic that was overcoming me. This wasn't the worse thing that could happen to me, and if I played my cards right, I would probably enjoy the experience. "Okay, listen, sweetie, I can't take that cock in my pussy. But I'll be glad to blow you. Why don't you take off my cuffs, and let me at that little puppy?" "Oh, but you asked me to fuck you. I remember. You told me you needed a cock sooooo badly. remember?" I could tell this wasn't going to be as easy as I'd hoped. I tried another tack. "Listen, honey, that thing'll split me in half. And you don't want to hurt me do you? Let my hands go and I'll make you very happy." "No, let's leave your hands where they are. But if you don't want to fuck me, that's okay. I'll just entertain myself with your hot body. I'll just feel around...and..." His hands had resumed their exploration. I couldn't help myself. When his fingers found my clit, my legs opened on their own, giving him greater access to my pussy, to my hot cunt! He kept his fingers busy, and began touching my breasts again, just as he had a few moments before on the dance floor. I began reconsidering my fear of his cock. It was big...but I had been fucked before by big guys...and I really was hot... Almost as if he'd read my mind, he withdrew his fingers from my steaming pussy. Hoisting me up without any apparent effort, he settled me on the table that had had his coat draped over it. My hands were starting to hurt, and I didn't want to be laid on my back, for fear of the cuffs cutting into my backside. He didn't care about that. He firmly, but gently pushed me backwards on the table. In the same motion he fell to his knees and placed his mouth where his fingers had been. I no longer cared about my backside, in fact, the pain from the handcuffs was actually enhancing the pleasure his mouth was giving my cunt. I spread my legs further apart. I didn't want anything getting between my pussy and his tongue! "Do you want me to continue?" He asked taking his lips off my hot box. "YES!!! OF COURSE I DO!!!" "Then you have to ask me for it, baby. You've got to beg me to suck your pussy! No beg, no tongue!" "Please. Suck me. Lick me." "I'm sorry, but I can't quite make out what you said. Did you want something from me?" "Yes. Please. Suck my cunt." "What? Suck what?" He was tormenting me and I knew it. He wanted me to beg but for some reason, I felt that I could hold out a bit longer, wait for more intense pressure. I resolved to wait until he decided to suck my cunt without my begging. I was sure he needed it more than me. After all, I was in charge! He didn't put his mouth back on me. Instead he started to finger my cunt, driving his middle finger all the way into me as far as he could reach. His other hand was on my breasts again, first one and then the other! I felt my heat starting to rise again. My pussy was pushing against his hand, trying to get more of it in, more of his fingers twirling inside my cunt. I lost all resolve! "Alright, you son of a bitch! Eat my pussy! EAT MY PUSSY!!!!!!!! STICK YOUR TONGUE INSIDE ME AND LICK ME TILL I CUM!!!!! I WANT YOU TO EAT AND SUCK ME!!!! PLEASE!!!!! I'M BEGGING YOU!!!!" He lowered his head between my legs again. But though I could feel the heat from his breath, his tongue had still not returned to my pussy lips. I knew what he was waiting for. And I gave it to him. "PLEASE SUCK MY CUNT!!! I NEED YOUR TONGUE!!!! I NEED YOU TO SUCK ME OFF!!!! I'M SUCH A WHORE!!!! PLEASE GIVE ME WHAT I NEED!!!! STICK YOUR TONGUE IN ME!!!!! And he did! Oh, how he did. His tongue was as long as most men's cocks, and he not only sucked my clit, he pushed this oral organ deep inside me. I swear, it felt like a small dick in me! "YES. YESSSSSS!!! KEEP IT IN ME!!!! DON'T STOP!!!!" But he did stop. With my ass hanging off the edge of the table, my hands cuffed behind my back, and my legs spread wide open, as open as any whore could spread them, my benefactor stood up and I knew what he was going to do. "No! Don't fuck me. Please. Just suck my pussy!" "Sorry, bitch, but I gotta have some of your sweet cunt. Just relax, and I'll go slowly. It'll be okay. No one ever died from my dick." I knew there was no point in fighting him. I've always said there are those you tease, and those you please. This was one who would have to be pleased! I was so hot, I knew I wanted it. I needed it! "Please, be gentle." "I'll try." Gentle my ass! He put the head of his cock against my pussy, and with deliberate and constant pressure, pushed into me without pause. I felt inch after inch of his cock sink into my pussy. I felt him reach the place most men reached, and then reach the place Patrick usually reached, and then I felt him reach past there, past where I'd ever felt any man penetrate me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, placing my feet against his ass cheeks. I found myself pulling him closer, closer and deeper into my pussy! If I was going to die from this monster cock inside my cunt, I wanted it all! "Fuck me. Fuck me with that giant cock! Give it to me. Pound it into me!" "I can't hear you." He replied with a taunting tone. I knew what he wanted me to say. And I said it. And I said it as loudly as I could. "FUCK ME!!!! GIVE IT TO ME!!! SHOVE YOUR COCK INTO ME, MAKE ME HURT WITH THAT FUCKING COCK!!! FUCK ME!!!" "How do you want me to fuck you?" He asked quietly. "LIKE A WHORE!! FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCK A WHORE!!! GIVE ME THAT HORSE COCK OF YOURS, AND GIVE IT TO ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM. FUCK ME LIKE I'M A CHEAP WHORE!" He picked up his pace. He fucked his giant cock in and out of me. And my pussy loved it! I was fucking his cock as hard as his dick was fucking me! Stroke for stroke, I gave as good as I got! I wanted to cum while he was still inside me, while he was pumping his jism into my quim. But something kept me from coming. I couldn't reach over the edge, I couldn't drop the dime! I was nearing hysteria. I had put all I had into the fuck, and was getting more and more frustrated with each stroke! "FUCK ME, FUCK ME LIKE A WHORE. FUCK ME LIKE I'M A SLUT!" Then he said the two things I needed to hear. First, he answered my statement. "I am fucking you like a whore; you are a whore!" Then he said the words that carried me over the edge. "Everyone knows you're a whore. They've been listening to you beg for it over the loud speakers. They've heard every word you've said. Every word!" And that's all I needed to hear. This was as good as fucking in the middle of the mall! Everyone in the club, everyone, including my husband, had heard me beg this man to suck my pussy, to fuck my cunt! And they heard me beg for it hard and fast. And then, then they got to hear me coming. And when I came, I'm sure every person in the club heard that too. Every person! Hope you enjoyed this. Write to me at dutchboy@ballistic.com