by – Cupido
I’d been shopping for about an hour and a half and went into a menswear shop where I knew a very tasty guy worked. Stylish and smart without being excessively so. Short, dark hair in a mohawk, and hazel eyes. Beautiful, white teeth, and a smile that was just to die for. I picked up a pair of tights, size small, and went into the fitting room. Shortly after, he came over and asked how things were going. I pulled back the curtain and looked provocatively, soulfully at him. “I think these are too small, could you bring me a pair one size larger?” I cooed. He closed the curtain and left.
I hurried to take them off. Waiting expectantly. He pulled the curtain open. “You’ve got no clothes on,” he expressed with surprise. “No,” I replied, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. “Do you think I should try on the tights?” I asked. “Nah, I don’t think so. I’ve got a much better idea,” he replied and took hold of my cock. It reacted immediately and began to rise in throbbing movements. He came into the fitting room and kneeled down. He took my cock into his mouth and began to suck. I pressed his head down over my tool. It was a wonderful moment. I moaned, perhaps a little too loudly. He stopped and looked up at me. “This won’t do. Meet me down in the basement in the disabled toiled in half an hour, I’ll be on my lunch break. We’ll have a little better time,” he said. He kissed the head of my cock and disappeared. I forced my rock hard rod into my trousers without putting on my briefs. He would get to enjoy the sight of the huge bulge in my trousers - which he caused - when I left the fitting room. I went straight to the lift and rode it down to the basement. The corridor system under the shopping mall was quite complex, and it took me a while to find the toilet. I sat on the floor. I pull out receipts from my pocket and calculated how much I had spent. It was too much. I wrote a couple of texts and turned off my phone. I just wanted the time to pass. I had a piss in the sink and washed my cock. I sat down again. Heard a noise in the corridor. It was him. Finally.
He was carrying a large holdall. I was surprised. “Take off your clothes and get in the corner! Lie on your back on this rug on the floor and place this pillow under your ass,” he commanded. I wasn’t used to this sort of thing, but quickly decided to go along with the game. I did as he said. My ass was pointing straight up in the air. To say I was happy that I was freshly washed and shaved is an understatement. I imagined how inviting it must look. He took out a rope. I protested. “Do you want to do this or not?” He looked inquisitively at me. I nodded. He pulled me further forwards so that my ass was even more exposed, and tied my knees securely to the flush of the disabled toilet. He put a handcuff around one wrist, pulled my arms back, and linked the two together. I was helpless, and found it both immensely arousing and frightening at the same time. My cock, on the other hand, had no such concerns. It was rock hard from lust. He tied a leather cord tightly around my testicles. It was novel, but delicious. Audacious. “I’m going to lick you until you come and then I’m going to fuck you. I want to have you as hard as possible,” he said and took my testicles into my mouth. He sucked hard, bringing me to the limit between pleasure and pain. At the same time, he wanked my cock in long strokes, in a fast rhythm. This won’t take long, I thought. Just then, a fireball of cum built up in my crotch and I sprayed out thick globules of sperm. He let go of my testicles, squeezed some lubricant from a tube, and applied it to his cock and my ass. He put his dick against my hole and pressed. Slowly, quite slowly, he slid in. He was big, and it took me a moment to get used to how big he actually was. There was a constant thumping downstairs and, somewhat strangely, my cock started to get hard again. He tied the rest of the leather cord from my testicles around my cock and pulled tightly. My cock swelled. Big, dark red and pasted with cum. He fucked me in long, slow movements. Deep. Slowly. I enjoyed him being inside me. The friction. He wanked my cock. I tightened around his cock inside me. We found a mutual rhythm. He increased the tempo. I could feel that he wouldn’t last much longer. He moaned. Loudly. I also moaned loudly. I was enjoying having his wonderful cock inside me. In my tight ass. He took a firm grip of my legs, leaned over me and pulled me into him hard. He came with a yell. Deep inside me. I could feel every jet he gushed. My ass clamped around his cock, and he fell to the ground, moaning. Gasping, he pulled out. Slowly, whilst my ass was squeezing around his dick. He took a cloth from the holdall and wiped his still dripping tool.
“Now, sweetheart, did that more or less fulfil your fantasy?” he asked. “Yes,” I answered, “you were really good in the role.” He looked at me, smiled, and kissed me. Deeply. He was my darling. My very own darling. “I’m now going to stick a dildo in you, so you can lie down here for half an hour and fantasise until I come and fuck you again,” he said and smiled. I was confused. We hadn’t agreed to this. He was just going to pretend that we didn’t know each other. I looked inquisitively at him - was he serious? He kissed me and left, saying: “I’m leaving the light on so you won’t feel too uncomfortable. Have a good time, sweetheart!” He meant it. He left. I was in a mild state of panic, but calmed down. Tried to relax. Tried to fantasise. It was my fantasy after all. Lying alone, helpless, and incredibly vulnerable in a very exposed position. My cock throbbed with the thoughts running through my mind. I really wanted to wank it, but couldn’t. I tried moving, but only managed to sway a little. Suddenly, I heard a noise out in the corridor. I listened - it was probably my sweetheart. He couldn’t leave me alone down here could he? The door opened and, to my horror, it wasn’t my sweetheart I was staring at, but rather a large man in blue overalls - the mall electrician. I immediately turned red. The erection I had suddenly disappeared, and I tried to cover myself up, which was nigh on impossible in my situation. His face lit up in a big, sweaty smile, and fell about laughing. “I see you’re having a good time,” he said. “You want me to help you?” he asked. I wanted to answer, but just ended up nodding. So he went and locked the door. He turned around and looked very hard at me. He took of his clothes. It dawned on me what he had in mind, but it didn’t serve to protest - my beautiful cock betrayed my feelings mercilessly by throbbing to an erection that pointed straight up at the ceiling. He was neither beautiful nor handsome. Average. Hairy, very hairy actually. A moustache. Muscular, but with some meat on his body. Big, beautiful man’s thighs, with a well-developed cock between them and a large pair of balls. He scratched his crotch and pulled slightly on his dick. I was scared senseless, but really wanted him to fuck me. Take me. Hard. His cock was growing all the time, and I gradually became a little nervous. It was certainly not the smallest one I’d ever seen.
I nodded towards the holdall and said: “Aren’t you going to put on a condom?” He nodded. He fished one out along with the lubricant. He approached me, shoving his cock in between my lips and said: “Lick!”
I happily licked, and it became rock hard. He fucked me a little in my mouth, but really wanted the crown jewels. He carefully pulled the dildo out of my ass, leaving behind a gaping hole. He put his cock against the opening and pressed in. Once the head was inside, the rest slid in relatively easily. He was big, slightly bigger than my sweetheart, but not excessively so. I was full. “Now that you’ve got used to my big cock for long enough - you’re now going to feel what it’s like to be REALLY fucked,” he said, and began to systematically fuck my brains out in long, deep thrusts. I noticed that I was tight as hell. I enjoyed the friction. Enjoyed his huge cock deep inside me. I tightened my downstairs muscles and sucked his throbbing tool into me. Tried pressing myself against his thrusts. Taking him in. His cock. Embracing it and milking the life out of it. “Fuck me, fuck me now, you animal,” I shouted. I’m not normally the talkative type, but I was long gone. I’d turned into a frothing monster that wanted cock. An irrational primitive. Reduced to the burning signals that stormed like a hurricane out of my agitated, volcanic insides, and exploded in the pleasure centre of my brain. I shook. We shook. Moaned. Yelled. Burned. Melted. Climaxed. He took hold of my cock. I exploded. We exploded. Came. Died. Drowned in a sea of pleasure. With
him. The two of us. Just the two of us. The universe. Eternity.
He pulled out and replace his gorgeous cock with the cold, hard dildo. He got dressed, looked at me, and said: “That was fantastic, you have a fucking beautifully tight ass. I hope someone comes and finds you.”
I nodded to both parts of the statement. He turned, unlocked the door, and left. I lay completely still. Thoughts were flying around my head. How would I explain to my sweetheart where the sperm from my second orgasm came from? I just hoped that he wouldn’t notice. About five, ten, perhaps fifteen minutes later, he arrived at the door, smiling. “How was it, treasure? Just as good as you imagined it? Better?” he said. I looked up at him and began to cry. I don’t know why. Perhaps it was all too much. It had been so fantastic. Unforgettable. And it ended well. I just wanted him to hold me. Hold me tight. I looked up at him. “I love you with all my heart - deeply and wholeheartedly.” And I meant every single word in every single sense. “I love you too in the very same way,” he said, and looked wondering at me. Perhaps he was wondering about my tears. Perhaps about something else. I didn’t care. I just loved him. So much. So deeply.
Hot Night in the Sauna Club
By F.B., Copenhagen
Night will be falling soon in New York. I’m here as an exchange student. I’ve sneaked out for the night and dared to venture into a sauna club. I’m excited and very aroused. Tonight I’m going to meet you...
I smile at you, looking you over lying there on the massage table under the strong hands of the masseur. I sit down and see him work your powerful muscles, how he gets you to completely relax, ready for pleasure.
He finally finishes his work and disappears through the door. Our gazes say it all. You get up. We are both only wearing the large, white bath towels that are wrapped around our waists. We enjoy the sight of each other’s bodies. I admire your bulging muscles, you do the same. You nod your head in the direction of one of the small cubicles. I nod. My rod is already stiff under the soft bath towel. I follow you to the white painted door.
We lock it behind us. Greedily, we kiss each other, whilst our hands search for the swollen cocks under the towels that soon end up in a heap on the floor. “Take me,” you say, and lie on the bench.
I quickly spread your buttocks apart and drill my stiff rod into your tight asshole. You moan from pleasure and meet my thrusts by lifting your hips up towards me. As you support yourself on your arms, I start fucking you, completely and deep.
“Oh, yes, oh, yes,” you moan, “harder.”
I close my eyes and thrust harder. I soon explode in ecstasy and blow my load inside you. Small waves of desire run through my exhausted body, finally petering out. My sex is satiated. But you aren’t satisfied yet.
“Do you like it hard?” you ask and take a firm hold of my shoulder length hair. Aroused and a little afraid, I meet your gaze. I nod. “Yes...”
In an instant, you are back up on the bench, ready for what is to come, and press me with a firm hand down over your knee. My ass is right up in the air and I wriggle wildly, but you hold me firmly so I can’t get free.
“For a brazen little fellow,” you say sternly, “who shows his willy to a stranger in this way! You should be ashamed. You deserve a proper seeing to!”
Your right hand lands mercilessly on my left buttock with a loud smack. I yell and beg to be let go, all in vain. You keep swatting my buttocks until they glow, and it isn’t long before I come again.
“Do you promise to do as I say?” you ask finally. “Yes, yes,” I whimper. You stop the punishment and I’m allowed to get up - with cheeks as red as my ass!
“Now you’re going to be fucked!” you moan hoarsely, wildly aroused. I kneel demurely on the bench and stretch out my ass. I spread my buttocks with my hands, and you push in, slowly, clearly wanting to draw out the pain.
Slowly and calmly at first, your actions become more and more firm, and you start to take me. I am on the point of exploding. The fingers of your right hand firmly grasp my ballsack, and I feel a jerk on one of my nipples. You’re making me really horny.
“That’s wonderful,” you moan, “I’ve rarely experienced such a beautifully tight ass!”
“I’m enjoying it too,” I sigh, “watch out, I’m going to explode again!”
We carry on for what feels like an eternity. The feeling of desire spreads throughout my body, whilst you pump in and out in steadily faster thrusts. I’m almost unable to stand it any longer. I give in and start to rub my ready-to-explode cock wildly against the bench.
You can’t hold it in any longer either. You come, spraying my insides and fall moaning over me. You lie there for a long time, whilst I continue to rub my sex against the surface below. Then I come again. The muscles in my abdomen contract, almost forcing your rod out of me...
About Hot Night in the Sauna Club
Stories about a dominant woman or man, a couple or strangers exploring the boundaries of their sexuality with role play, BDSM, partner swapping or orgies shrouded in sexy mystery.
“His cock was already hard under the soft bath towel. He followed him to the cubicle’s white painted door.” - Hot Night in the Sauna Club, by F. B., Copenhagen.
“He had a weakness for older men and was immediately aroused when they took on the new boss. Perhaps too aroused?” - Cold Feet, by Manu Seppänen.
“He’d been shopping for about an hour and a half and went into a menswear shop where he knew a very tasty guy worked.” - Electrifying, by Alexander, Kolding.
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