by Amber Heart
Inside the smallish restaurant, the other tables were all filled with gorgeous looking people. Heads turned when they walked in and they looked over at Gemma. She felt on display, their smiles and nods to Brad meant she must’ve passed some secret test.
Her strappy, silver heels were giving her some trouble so brad led her to the one empty table in the middle of the cosy room and held the chair out for her to sit down.
“Isn’t this table a bit big for two? They might need it for a group booking.” Gemma looked at the rectangle table covered in a white, linen tablecloth.
“We’re the final booking tonight, and this is the only table left.”
Gemma sat down and smiled. “Okay.”
“What would you like to drink?”
“Could I ask for a Champagne? I’ve never had one and as this is a fantasy night, I’d like to try some.”
“Perfect choice.” Brad waved his hand at the barman and he nodded. “I’ll just order my usual then.” He sat across from her. “Do you mind if I order your food. I think there’s a few menu items you might like to try.”
“That’d be great.” Gemma smiled and couldn’t believe her luck. Brad was so nice.
The Champagne was poured by the waiter and she giggled when the fizz tickled her nose. Then she took another big sip. “This is delicious. Thank you.”
“We’ll have the full platter thanks.” Brad ordered and waiter nodded. He topped up her glass again. “Careful, it’ll go to your head.”
“After what I’ve done today, I think getting tipsy on Champagne would be the least of my worries.”
“Are you worried someone saw us?”
“A little.” She admitted, a little embarrassed by her shyness.
“Don’t be. You looked beautiful. You should let people watch you. It’s very special to have an appreciative audience. You like to cheerlead in front of everyone.”
“That’s a little different.” She drank some more and smiled.
“Maybe. Public sex is much more fun.” He grinned at her then and Gemma felt comfortable. This was a dream come true. “The platter will be here soon.” Brad raised his glass to a man over at the other table and nodded. He smiled and stood up.
“The food here is very special, Gemma. Quite interactive I’d say.”
Gemma felt a little weird about the man she didn’t know standing behind her chair. What was going on?
“Trust me, Gemma. Just relax and try it. I promise you’ll enjoy it all if you let yourself.”
A couple at the table in her sight behind Brad’s seat stood up and began to kiss very heatedly. His hands went to the top of woman’s dress and he pulled it down under her large, firm breasts. Then he feasted on her big, toasty-brown nipples.
“Oh my god…they’re….” As she looked around the room, she saw every couple was engaged in some kind of sex act. God help her, her pussy throbbed. She drank down her glass of wine.
“You see. The people here share everything and they love to watch each other fuck.”
The man behind her chair had his hands down the top of her dress and expertly tweaked her nipples until she couldn’t breathe.
“Lovely. You are ready for us now. I think, Gemma. You are so beautiful.”
The waiters came back now and lifted her out of the chair. The other man pushed her skirt up to her waist and they sat her on the edge of the table.
“Lie back, Gemma. No one will hurt you.”
A man was already kneeling between her legs and parting her lips with his tongue. Two more gently took and arm each and pulled her back to lay flat, her breasts still exposed, they each focused on a nipple with their mouths.
Gemma gasped and Brad moved over her. “You are so beautiful, dear Gemma. Relax and let us take care of you.”
All the women gathered around and watched their men touching, kissing and licking Gemma. Soon they were sitting on chairs with legs spread, rubbing their own clits while they watched Gemma being pleasured. And Gemma was being pleasured. She groaned and tried to writhe under the hands and mouth on her. But she was held fast to the table.
Fingers were sinking into her wet pussy, and she flinched a little when one penetrated her virgin ass. “It’s okay, baby. It’s my finger in your tight ass. I won’t hurt you.” Brad cooed. “I’ll get some lube.”
The lube was ice cold but it made her so much hotter when the slickened fingers fucked her everywhere. “Oh god. Yes. So good.”
The women all groaned when Gemma spoke and she was excited they were all aroused over watching her and that they would probably all cum because of that.
“Turn her over.” Brad voices had an air of command now. “You get on the table under her. I’m going to be behind. The rest of you help keep her in the correct position. I don’t want to be fighting legs or anything else.”
Gemma was moved swiftly. She barely had time to think about anything before she was up facing a strange man as his cock slid inside her. The two men holding her suspended, got her legs into a bent position but they took her weight and lowered her onto his long, slim cock. They tilted her forward a little and Brad had his hand on her ass cheeks.
“Now, Gemma. Relax. I’m going to put my cock in your ass. Nice and slow. You want that don’t you? Want these good people to see you stuffed full of two cocks? Make you come harder than before.”
Gemma held a breath until she felt her clit being massaged in circles and the fear was taken over by need again. She opened her eyes and one of the women smiled at her. “Relax. My first time was wonderful. You’ll never forget it.” The woman kept caressing Gemma’s throbbing clit.
Brad pushed into her ass. It took a few thrusts to breach her tightness but when he did they lowered her onto the other man’s cock and the clit work became harder and faster and before long Gemma just wanted to be full of cock and cumming hard.
“God. Oh God. Please. Fuck me. Fuck my ass. Make me cum.”
Brad pounded into her ass, and then slowed a bit as the other men got her body into position fully. Once both cocks were stuffed inside they let her legs rest back on the table on her knees. Each man pulled and twisted at a nipple and brad and the other man both pounded inside her at the same time. The woman encouraged them on and kept playing with Gemma’s clit.
Gemma began to see colours in front of her eyes and her body went rigid. The thrust inside her went harder and the woman punished her clit.
“Cum, Gemma. Cum now.” Brad cried out as he ground into her ass.
Gemma’s body launched into spasms. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cumming. Yes, yes, yes. Oh yeeess.”
It was like the whole room paused and then came together. Gemma opened her eyes and saw cum everywhere from the men and the women still had their legs wide open admiring each other’s cum dripping down their wet cunts.
“I came so hard then, Gemma. You must stay with us for dessert. The girls all like to eat moist, sticky pie while the men watch.” Brad smiled and Gemma had no intentions of leaving just yet.
Stretch The Church Girl
BDSM Erotica
By Amber Heart
Preface
Who Am I?
Hello, my name is Lily, and this is my story. I am a beautiful thirty year old woman from Ohio. I am 5'5", thin, with long brown hair and green eyes. I was raised in the church, and for a long time, I couldn't have imagined anything but a life in ministry. That is, until I met Roger.
I don't want to tell you too much of the story now, but before I met Roger, I was a sophomore at a prestigious Christian University, a worship leader at my church, and an untainted twenty year old. I had never even been kissed. I walked the walk. I had never had a drop of alcohol, never cussed, and was completely infatuated with the high of being consumed with a passion for Christ. But something was missing. Regardless of the passion, the ministry work, the sharing of the gospel, I was still miserable. I needed something, but what?
Chapter One
All Consuming Passion
The day I met Roger
was just a typical school day. The most exciting thing about my plan for the day was trying out the new coffee shop down that had just opened down the street from the school. It was there that I met Roger. Immediately I was struck with the manliness that exuded from him. He was tall, strong, hands that had to be as big as my whole head, deep blue eyes, strawberry blond hair, and a gorgeous smile. I smiled as I saw the definition in his back through his T-shirt. Roger made me feel nervous in a way that no one else ever had. He was definitely hot, but it wasn't his look, it was him.
See, Roger was the owner of the coffee shop, and while I was excited to try their coffee, the main reason I had decided to go that day, was to witness the gospel to the owner. But Roger didn't react the way anyone else had ever reacted to my witnessing to them. He was laborious, almost rude.
"Why are you so worried about my believing in Christ? And don't give me the same line all the other students have given, I don't believe for a second that you are actually that concerned that I go to Heaven. So what is it? If you aren't getting anything for talking to me, then why is it so important to you? Better yet, why do you believe in it anyway"?
Quite frankly, I didn't know what to say. I just stared at him and then muttered, "I don't know".
Apparently Roger appreciated my honesty, because he finally stopped looking so irritated. He kind of chuckled and said, "I though you guys were supposed to always be able to give a reason for why you believe in that stuff".
I was so embarrassed. He was right, it was even in the bible, but for some reason, I just couldn't think straight around him. Somehow I managed to squeak out my love for God and the feeling of all consuming passion that He gave me. Roger began to look at me very intensely. I just stared back, my mind went blank and I heard him say, "I could do that to you right now", and then I heard myself ask, "how?". Even as I asked him, I instinctively knew that I was giving in to some kind of temptation, but still, the word slipped out. Before I could think any further, Roger placed his hand on my face, stared at me, then leaned in and kissed me. I threw all caution to the wind and there I sat, kissing him back. Once the kiss was over, I just sat there, horrified and happy at the same time.
Roger realized something wasn't quite right, and not just because we didn't even know each other. "Are you okay? Is something wrong?" he asked me.
"Nothing", I replied very quietly. "It's just, that was my first kiss". I just sat there staring at him as I spoke the words, first kiss. As soon as he heard it, he was apologetic, but even more than that, he seemed to care.
"Oh my, I didn't know, I'm so", he stammered as he talked, not seeming to be able to speak. "How about I take you out tonight? I know that won't bring your first kiss back, but at least you won't have to live with it being a first kiss with a total stranger". He laughed as he spoke.
"Deal". What was I thinking? Did I really just agree to a date with a man I didn't know? Oh, what have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Two
Awakened
That night, Roger picked me up for dinner. He took me to get Chinese food, at my request, and we sat and talked. Roger was like a kid on Christmas with all the questions he asked. He kept saying, "I just don't get it, you're so hot. How have you never been kissed?"
I was happy while we were talking. It was as if something inside of me had been awakened. But, I wanted more. I didn't want that date to end. I had been so nervous around him earlier, and now, it wasn't nerves, it was my body, my pussy. I was so wet, and so turned on. I could barely think straight. I didn't want the date to end, but I was getting really anxious. I was so tempted by him.
On the way to drop me off that night, I was praying, "Please don't let him ask to come in". Unfortunately for my faith, God didn't pull through that night, Roger asked to come in. And I didn't have it in me, I had to say yes. As much as I wanted to be a good Christian girl, all I could think about was kissing him.
As you could imagine, it took no time at all for Roger to have me pinned against the wall. It was at that moment, the feel of his control over my body as he held me against the wall with my hands pinned above my head, and him kissing me that I felt awakened, alive. Nothing had ever felt so good. But, it wasn't the touch of his hands, the feel of his lips, or even the taste of him that made me feel so newly animated. No, it was his domineering and forceful presence. At that very moment in time, I no longer cared what was "right", I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to have all of me, to use me, control me, and own my body.
As Roger's lips moved from my lips to my neck, I begged with him, "Please take me".
He looked up at me and grinned, "Lily, are you begging?"
"Yes, please take me. I want to be your naughty girl. Please, fuck me!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing come out of my mouth, but I meant it. I wanted his cock inside me.
Roger grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and stared intensely into my eyes. "I will take you, and I will be your new master, do you hear me?"
I moaned as I heard the words, more excited than I had ever been, "yes, you are my master now, and I am yours. Please don't make me wait any longer."
"Oh, but you will wait", whispered Roger, "you will wait until I have punished you for your sins. Now take me to your bedroom, and when we get in there, bend over."
Chapter Three
Naughty Girl
When we entered my bedroom, I immediately walked over to the bed and bent over. As soon as I did, my skirt went up and Roger pulled my panties down. I shook as I felt his fingers glide over my pussy lips.
"Lily, you are so wet. You are a naughty girl. Letting yourself get so worked up, shame on you. It's time for you to be punished. You are going to be spanked. Every time I slap your beautiful round slutty ass, I want you to say, thank you master". Immediately, before I could respond, Roger slapped my ass, hard.
"Thank you master" I cried, "please, will you punish me harder?"
Roger slapped me harder, over and over again, and I cried thank you every time. After twenty hard slaps to my ass, I was numb, but my pussy was dripping wet. Roger's fingers slid down between my pussy lips and right into my cunt. I moaned loud. Roger pushed me down on to the bed and turned me over. "So you like it rough", he said with a smile on his face. "I am so glad you do. If I go to far, just tell me to stop, otherwise, I'm going to fuck God right out of you tonight". The truth was, I think he already had. I couldn't have cared less about heaven, hell, God, or the devil. All I wanted was his huge cock, and nothing was going to stop me from getting it. So I looked at him, smiled and said, "thank you master". I don't think we spoke the rest of the night, but I remember every touch, every slap, and every thrust.
He leaned in, gently kissed me and stood up. He took all of his clothes off and grabbed his cock. He was so hard, so big. He stared at me as he stroked his dick for a few minutes, almost as if he was forming a plan. Then, without a word he finished undressing me. He picked up his belt, grabbed my hands and tied both of my hands to one bed post. Still staring at me, he picked up my belt and slapped my thigh with it. My heart was pounding, I was so physically excited by the beating I was receiving. He finally dropped the belt, spread my legs leaned in to kiss me, and shoved his cock into my virgin pussy hard and fast. I came immediately. My body shook, my heart pounded and I moaned loudly.
He placed his hands on my throat, choking me as he fucked me. I came again. Roger stopped, again he stared at me, thinking. He stood over top of me, slapped my face and shoved his cock into my mouth. The taste of my cum was overwhelming. I loved it, I wanted more. I sucked hard on his dick, hoping to be able to taste more of my own cum. But I had licked it clean.
My master took his dick out of my mouth, and untied my hands. Still, he spoke no words. He backed away from my face and stood in front of me. Roger then grabbed my hair, pulled me up off of the bed and stood me up. He shoved my face into his, kissed me hard, and began to run his hands down my body. Again his fingers wound buried deep into my cunt. He moved his fingers slowly in and out. As he co
ntinued to finger fuck my now sore pussy, he began to lower his own body. His face stopped at my tits. He kissed my nipples making me again moan with pleasure; and then he put my nipple between his teeth and bit, hard. I was in complete ecstasy I began to push his face into my tit, letting him know I wanted more pain. Then, to my great displeasure, Roger stopped. I whimpered with sadness. Roger smiled a wicked smile, through me back onto the bed, grabbed the belt and began to spank me, everywhere.
Slap, the belt stung my ass. Smack, across my thighs, my arms, my belly, and my tits. Harder, harder, and harder. Nothing seemed to be too painful for me. In fact, the more painful it was, the harder I would cum, and the more animalistic I became. Roger then grabbed my legs, tied them both to the bed post with his belt, and repositioned himself in front of my exposed and wet pussy. He slapped my pussy, I gasped. Roger then shoved his cock into my cunt, banging hard, and then with one final thrust he pulled his dick out of me and came all over my belly.
As I lay there, breathing hard, Roger untied my legs, laid them down and gently kissed me. He whispered into my ear, "I have never enjoyed sex more than that. You are beautiful, funny, passionate, and a good fuck! Lily, will you please be mine?"
I stared at Roger's chest, thankful that I wasn't just a one night stand to him, but what was I doing? I was a good girl, a Christian!
As if I were speaking out loud, Roger looked at me and said, "He's not real Lily. I know, I was a Christian once too. I followed all of the rules, and I seemed happy, but really, I was miserable. I wanted to be more than a walking mouth piece. I wanted to experience life. So I prayed. I begged for God to show me that He was the answer. But, He never did. You know, earlier when you told me about that feeling of being consumed by passion, I knew exactly what you meant. But it wasn't His love for me I felt. What I was being passionately consumed by, was my love for Him. How fucked up is that? We become so wrapped up in something that doesn't exist, simply because we are emotionally screwing the hope that He does exist. That's some shady shit."