My Erotica – Out to Dry

by Mister Average

  It had been one of those normal, boring sorts of compulsory sex sessions.

  He was doing his husbandly duty, and poking his cock into her pussy; she was doing her wifely duty and spreading her legs wide open for him, just like many hundreds of times before.

  They had been drinking; their inhibitions were a little more relaxed than normal.

  Suzi was starting to get excited as he pounded her.

  She had been toying with guys on an online forum and as her husband pumped her, she was day dreaming about the men she had seen online, and she was fantasizing about those big, thick cocks she had seen.

  Suzi was getting wild as she descended into her own fantasies; she wrapped her legs around Richard, drawing him into her.

  His short cock was no match for her fantasies, but it was all she had at the moment and it would have to do.

  “Fuck me baby, fuck me hard, pump my pussy. Imagine it is a wet used pussy, I know you would love that.”

  Richard was sweating, grinding away on her open and soaked cunt.

  His cock was slim, her cunt was wide open, it was hard work but when she started to talk about her cunt being used my other men it aroused him significantly. He fucked her harder, pressing down on her.

  He looked down at her saggy tits flapping on her chest as he pounded her, he looked down at the slut, knowing what a tart his wife was deep down, what a cheap slut she had always been. He knew that she was dreaming of other guys but he didn't care.

  “Fuck me hard, Richard, screw me, screw my slutty cunt!”

  “Screw me baby, just like you would love to be screwed.”

  That idea drove Richard on even more.

  He loved it when she suggested he let men screw him, he loved the idea of men using his ass, he loved the idea of her forcing him to give his ass to men.

  It drove him into a frenzy of passion.

  He slammed away at her cunt, her sloppy, soaked cunt.

  “Yes baby, do it, do it, imagine a guy up your ass now while you screw me.”

  “Imagine a nice hard dick in you, sliding in and out of your slimy ass.”

  “Imagine a big brute ramming his dick up you, baby, open your ass, let yourself be used.”

  “Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me honey, empty your balls into me, just like the guys who want to fill your ass.”

  “Aghhhhhh,” she screamed as she climaxed, gripping him tightly as she orgasmed repeatedly on his eager cock.

  Richard obliged by soon sending his cream squirting into his wife and then they lay there next to each other - totally spent, used.

  Finished, they lay there contentedly and he knew they would soon be off to sleep.

  But Suzi had different ideas and wanted to talk about their little fantasies, in particular she wanted to focus on Richard’s anal fantasies.

  She knew he looked at male to male porn sometimes, she knew he fantasized about a cock up his ass.

  She also knew he was such a girl that he would never have the courage to go through with any of these gay male fantasies.

  And she knew she really wanted to force him to do these things.

  She wanted to control him, she wanted to own him, she wanted to make him be used, be screwed, be humiliated. She wanted to watch him being fucked.

  As they lay there she told him that he should be bold and live out his fantasies.

  He mumbled and muttered but seemed too timid to indulge her desire.

  Then Suzi decided she wouldn't accept a ‘no’ answer.

  She told him she wanted to dress him up in a skirt and parade him in front of men; she wanted to make his bottom available to other men.

  As he listened Richard trembled, deep down inside he knew this was what he wanted, but he couldn't admit it, that was too much for him.

  He listened to her tormenting him; he listened to her depraved plans and just hoped she got on with it.

  He thrilled at the idea of wearing a skirt, he felt his cock stirring at the very thought of being paraded in front of men, being forced to be available for them and their lovely hard cocks.

  After an hour or so of discussions Richard agreed to Suzi’s plans, he wanted to be told what to do, he wanted her to force him to do these things, and it excited him.

  THE SKIRT

  They fell asleep together, Richard dreaming of what might lay ahead, but the next morning it was off to their normal mundane lives.

  For a few weeks there was no mention of their conversation that night, then one afternoon Suzi called Richard at work and told him to meet her in the city when he knocked off.

  An hour later Richard was standing with Suzi in a woman's clothing shop, and they were buying for him.

  Of course, they couldn't let the shop assistant know so they disguised her potential purchases in the changing rooms.

  Suzi made Richard try on an assortment of bras, lingerie and sexy skirts and blouses and sometime later they walked out with armfuls of shopping bags, full of female clothing for Richard.

  When they got home Suzi couldn't wait to dress her husband up as a woman.

  She just took control so naturally and didn't allow him to object.

  First, she took him to the bathroom and shaved his legs and his genitals.

  She wanted him silky smooth.

  Then she made him put on all the skirts and blouses until she was happy.

  Finally he was standing there in front of her with pantyhose hugging his shaved legs, she marvelled at his shapely feminine legs.

  But she wasn't finished yet, he needed make up, he still looked too manly.

  Into the bathroom she led her husband and half an hour later they emerged, and she was impressed at how feminine she had been able to make her man.

  Richard looked soft and feminine, he looked submissive, and she knew she had to make sure men used him.

  “God, you look lovely,” she said, admiring her husband and encouraging him.

  “And you look perfect for what I have in mind.”

  Richard trembled at the thought, but hoped she didn't back down from her threats. He expected then that they would undress, go to bed and fuck.

  He was wrong.

  “Well honey,” Suzi continued, “you do look so delicious that I think we shouldn't waste any time.”

  “Let's go and get you some cock!”

  Richard nearly died; his heart was beating through his chest.

  He was terrified, but he knew he couldn't resist.

  IN THE PARK

  “C'mon,” Suzi said, “let's go for a drive.”

  She took Richard by the hand and led him outside to the car. It was dark already but he hoped a neighbour didn't see him.

  Suzi seemed to know exactly what she had in mind and drove with a determined look across town.

  They were soon on the highway heading off to the nearest town and Richard wondered where they were going.

  He was about to ask when Suzi pulled over and drove up a lane way through some parkland.

  “I did some research,” she said informatively.

  “This is a place commonly used for discrete meetings and especially for gay sex. It's also used by those looking for dogging fun, it's a real sex hang out.”

  “The public doesn't come here, only those looking for sex.”

  She slowed down, and drove into an informal parking area, there were cars spread over a few hundred yards. It was well secluded with pathways heading off to the bush in all directions.

  “C'mon baby, let's go and have some fun.”

  Richard was very shaky, but went along with her confidence. Suzi took his hand and they walked down a path.

  “How come you know where you are going?” Richard asked curiously.

  “Oh, I searched for this on the Internet and did lots of research, then I came here one night and looked around to see if it would be suitable for you, it is.” She giggled; she didn’t need to tell him about the guy she had given herself to that night.

  Richard was feeling very ill; he hoped it wou
ldn't all be too much for him.

  “Now don't you chicken out on me,” Suzi said. “We are here, you will love it, just let yourself go.”

  “Here have a drink,” she said as she took a flask from her bag and offered it to Richard.

  He opened it, took a whiff and realized it was scotch and took a long draft.

  His body shook as the fluid cursed through his body; he was ready for action as the liquid warmed him inside.

  “Here we are,” said Suzi as they arrived at a clearing which strangely had a bench seat and low glowing light atop an old style lamp post.

  “Now my love, you have to do as I say, ok?”

  “I want you to let yourself go and just let me direct the action. I really want to watch you with men; I want to see men being attracted to you.”

  “So come over here and stand up against the post.”

  He did as she directed, and before he could protest he realized she was tying his hands together and tied them to the post.

  “There,” she said, standing back to marvel her handiwork.

  “Now, you just stand here and when men come along you just let them do anything they want, ok?”

  “I will be over in the bushes, watching the action.”

  “Just let yourself go, alright.”

  She looked around at Richard, fussed with his wig and makeup a little and was about to go when she reached back, lifted up his skirts and smiled.

  “I don't think you should be wearing these,” and she yanked down his panties, and took them off.

  She put them in her bag and then disappeared.

  Richard was horrified and he wondered how long it would be before he was confronted by this completely.

  It wasn't long before he knew.

  An old man walked along the path, alone, and stopped as he came up to Richard.

  He looked at Richard and smiled as he looked him up and down.

  “Oh my, don't you look like a sweet thing?” he said admiring Richard.

  The man leaned forward and ran his fingers across Richard red lips.

  “Oh, you are so lovely, my dear.”

  Richard could smell alcohol on the man’s breath.

  He felt strangely calm; he wondered if Suzi was watching.

  The man then moved his face forward and kissed Richard.

  Richard felt a chill ran along his body as he experienced a male kiss for the first time.

  The man took Richard’s lack of resistance as a green light and began to kiss Richard with greater urgency.

  Richard submitted, it was all he could do.

  As they kissed Richard also knew his cock was eating hard, rock hard.

  The old man sensed Richard’s arousal, he withdrew his mouth, smiled again and said, “Let's see what you have under your skirt for me, sweetie.”

  The old man reached down and lifted Richard skirt up and moved his hand to Richard’s erect manhood.

  “Oh my, what a lovely little cock for me, my love.”

  “Hmmmm, I hope you don't mind if an old man has a little taste, do you?”

  Richard closed his eyes, he knew he would let the old man do as he pleased.

  The old man lowered himself onto Richard’s swollen penis and took it into his mouth.

  Richard moaned as he felt his cock being enveloped by the warm moistness of a man’s mouth.

  It was the first time he had ever engaged in this kind of activity and he loved it, it felt so good.

  This man sucked at his cock far better than his wife, that was for sure.

  The old man was enthusiastically taking Richard’s cock into his mouth, Richard gave himself willingly.

  Then, suddenly the air was broken by a loud woman's shriek.

  “There you are you dirty big poof, I knew I couldn't let you out of my sight for a minute.”

  “Come on its time to go home, you dirty old bugger, leave this young man’s dick alone and come along with me or I will leave you here for the wild animals, you disgusting pervert.”

  She grabbed her husband’s jacket and pulled him away from Richard.

  As she left she glared at Richard and shouted, “You disgusting filth. If only your wife knew what you are get up to!” and she stormed off.

  Richard watched the woman leave and then his wife came running from the bushes laughing her head off.

  “Oh my god, that was so funny!” she declared.

  Richard couldn’t see the humour of it, he was still very aroused and needed to see this through more.

  Suzi looked at him, “Ok, I can see we need to change something here,” she said.

  She walked around and untied Richard’s hands.

  “Turn around,” she said, “you are never going to get laid if you are facing that direction.”

  She turned him around and tied his hands in front of him; he was now leaning against the lamp post with his back to whoever came along.

  “Now, let’s see if you can get a bit of cock inside you.”

  Before Richard could protest, she was off to the bushes again.

  THE BIKIES

  Richard was now on his own again.

  There was hardly a sound other than nature going about its business in the undergrowth of the forest.

  Richard listened, his ears adjusting to the quiet.

  Then he heard soft footsteps and hushed voices coming from somewhere ahead of him.

  Richard lifted his head and could see two figures walking in the gloom ahead along the path.

  He watched as they approached and soon could make out that they were two rough looking characters, in fact they looked like bikies.

  “Hello,” said one of the two men in a brusque and deep voice.

  It was the shorter of the two men.

  “What do we have here Bruce, I think we have a bit of a girlie tied up here against this here post and waiting for us, what'd ya reckon mate?”

  “Shall we have a closer look, mate?”

  “Sure Bob; let's go see if this is a girlie for us.”

  Richard shuddered; he hadn't counted on two rough looking men interfering with him.

  Bob, the shorter, rougher of the two men grabbed Richard’s face and looked at him.

  “Oh my, what a pretty girl we have here, lovely girl with lipstick for some good kissing.” “Or maybe she would be good sucking my dick, what do ya think, Brucie?”

  Bruce shrugged and responded, “Well mate, pull it out and give it a shot, I say.”

  “Let's see if the bitch will suck your dirty dick a bit.”

  Richard watched as the man unzipped his jeans and pulled his short stumpy cock out of his pants.

  It was already hard and the man held Richard’s face and pushed his cock towards Richard’s mouth.

  Richard knew what was going to happen, he knew he would have to taste and suck the man’s cock.

  He could smell the scent of the man; he could smell his sex scent as the cock moved to his face.

  Bob rubbed his stiff cock against Richard’s lips and then forced it into his mouth.

  Richard opened and took it submissively.

  “C'mon bitch, give me a good suck,” bellowed Bob with laughter.

  “Oh my, she is an eager bitch, isn’t she?” offered Bruce.

  “I wonder if she is also offering a bit of cock love at her other end?”

  “I might go and lift the bitch’s skirt.”

  Bruce moved around behind Richard and lifted his skirt.

  Richard could feel the man fondling his ass cheeks. He could feel them being squeezed and opened and touched with arousing intent.

  “Oh yes,” groaned the big biker, “I like this bitches little ass, looks like a virgin asshole to me.”

  “Oh god, why don't you fuck the bitch, you big faggot,” called out Bob as he thrust his cock vigorously into Richard’s mouth and could feel himself getting closer.

  Richard did his best to take the swollen member, he was thankful that Bob had a short and stumpy cock.

  But no such l
uck at his other end as he felt Bruce spit onto his asshole and run his finger around it.