by Violet Blue
Michael pushed me gently toward her. I walked forward as if in a dream.
Then the mistress snapped her fingers and pointed right at Michael.
“Him, too,” she mouthed, her words shrouded by the music.
We passed the safety monitor and went into the cordoned-off play area. It was crowded, but the mistress had cleared a tidy space no one dared violate. I hadn’t even thought about the fact that we couldn’t negotiate if we couldn’t hear each other—and that turned me on even more. What was I walking into?
She had to bend forward and talk right into my ear, loud, to be heard over the music. “I’m Xenia,” she shouted.
“Lisa,” I told her.
Michael didn’t say a word.
“I’m going to play with you, Lisa,” shouted Mistress Xenia. “Do you like to be spanked? Flogged?”
“J—just spanked,” I shouted nervously.
She nodded, put her lips close to my ear. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I nodded back at her, my pussy feeling hot as Mistress Xenia ran her hands down my side, playing with the way my lace-trimmed PVC G-string met my garter belt. She spread her palm and drew it over my shimmering bustier, feeling my nipples poke through it.
She put her hand on my shoulder and moved me out of the way so she could lean over and talk into Michael’s ear. When she pulled away, Michael took hold of my shoulders and Mistress Xenia took my hand. They guided me toward the spanking bench, and I saw Mistress Xenia nod to someone, who brought over a chair.
Mistress Xenia pushed me down over the spanking bench while Michael took the chair.
Then he pushed my face into his lap and started to stroke my hair.
Mistress Xenia circled my wrists with buckling restraints and clipped them to the side of the spanking bench. Now I was helpless; I couldn’t get free if I wanted to. I struggled against the bonds, getting more and more turned on. I shivered as I felt Mistress Xenia’s hands running over my ass. She slapped the insides of my thighs and I obediently spread my legs, leaning heavily on the bench. I felt her bending down behind me, putting leather restraints around my ankles, too. She fastened my ankles spread wide, forcing me to keep my legs open for her.
The first blow came with her open hand, right on my sweet spot. She was pressed up to my side, embracing me tightly as she started to spank me. The nearness of her body made me tingle. She spanked me again. And again, softly, softly, then harder, building up pressure as I raised my ass into the air for her. She could tell I liked it—it was making me so wet. I love nothing more than being spanked, and I could feel the blows of Mistress Xenia’s hand reverberating right into my pussy.
Michael was excited, too; I could feel his hard cock against my face. I was so turned on I would have done anything. But I never expected to do what I did.
As Mistress Xenia spanked me, Michael unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.
Then he took out his cock and guided my mouth onto it.
I felt a stab of fear—there were strict prohibitions against sexual activity. What about the house rules? Was the monitor watching? Was the crowd watching? Even over the music, I could hear them clapping and cheering. They were watching. Everyone crowded around could see me sucking my husband’s cock. Everyone could see me bent over, ass in the air, Michael’s beautiful cock sliding between my lips as I bobbed up and down on it.
I wriggled my ass and Mistress Xenia spanked me harder.
I could feel my pussy throbbing as I sucked Michael’s cock. I was incredibly wet, and Michael knew it. Mistress Xenia knew it, too. I moaned as I felt her hand on my pussy. That was forbidden, too. She plucked the G-string out of the way and started to rub my cunt, feeling how wet I was. Then, the crotch of the G-string tucked to the side leaving my pussy exposed, she spanked me again. Harder. Right on my sweet spot, making my bare cunt ache each time. She pushed her body up against me. This couldn’t be happening. This was like every one of my fantasies, but it wasn’t allowed—was it?
Michael held my hair up behind my head so the crowd could see me suck him. So they could see his long, hard cock sliding between my lips as I struggled against the four-point restraints.
But Mistress Xenia had more things in mind for me.
I felt her fingers on my cunt, probing me, and I was embarrassed at how wet I was. We hadn’t negotiated this; she didn’t know I would be okay with it. Why did she do it, then? Maybe because she could tell I wanted something more?
She slid her fingers into me—first two fingers, then three—and started to slowly fuck my cunt.
I squealed and tried to pull away, but Michael and the restraints held me, and I surrendered, letting Mistress Xenia fuck me as I serviced him. But then her fingers slipped out of me, and I was afraid she might have been asked to stop. Please. No. Please don’t stop.
But Michael didn’t stop. He kept guiding my head up and down on his cock, and the taste of his pre-come was like ambrosia. I suckled at it hungrily as I wondered where Mistress Xenia was.
Then I felt her body pressing up against mine. Her thighs against mine. Her hands on my hips.
Her cock at my entrance.
I could feel the roughness of the straps. She was going to fuck me. She had gone away because she was putting on her strap-on.
She teased my cunt open with the thick head of her cock. I moaned and fought violently against the restraints as she entered me—the struggle excited me more. That made the crowd cheer louder.
When she entered me, I came—right away. I felt her cock sliding into me, and my whole body convulsed in orgasm. Michael could tell; he pulled my head up and listened to me moan. I let myself go, totally, moaning and screaming so loud everyone could hear me even over the music. Then as Mistress Xenia started fucking me harder, my loud moans turned into soft ones; my pussy was so sensitive now, after my orgasm, and I wanted more, wishing I could reach back and open my pussy wide for her cock. But I was bound, and as I struggled against the bonds I only felt my pleasure heightening.
Michael guided my mouth back onto his cock, and I started sucking him in earnest, wanting his come.
Mistress Xenia reached under me and rubbed my clit, hard, not warming me up—knowing I didn’t need any warm-up. She rubbed so hard that for an instant I wanted her to stop—and then she fucked me deeper, all the way into my cunt, filling me, and I wanted her to never, ever stop. I wriggled my butt back and forth and pulled hard against the restraints, making the whole spanking bench shake. That only made her pound me harder as she rubbed my clit in little circles, faster, faster, faster as her hips forced her cock into me again and again.
I came again, even harder than before, but this time my moans weren’t audible to the crowd—because my mouth and throat were filled with Michael’s cock.
I felt the first spasm of his long shaft and tasted the bitterness I so loved. Just a hint, at first, which made me suck him harder, bob my head up and down faster. Then a thick pulse of come filled my mouth and I moaned and gulped, wanting it all. His hips ground against me as my lips clamped around his shaft and he filled my mouth with his juice. I drank it all, not spilling a drop, wishing it could go on forever.
My head was spinning; I was so high on endorphins I felt like I was in another world. Mistress Xenia unbuckled the restraints as I covered Michael’s softening cock with tiny licks, wanting to taste it as long as I could.
Michael fastened his pants and the two of them helped me off the spanking bench. Mistress Xenia still wore her cock, and I wanted to get down on my knees and suck that one, too. She pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me deeply.
Then she kissed Michael, too, and pressed a card into his hand.
She put her lips to my ear and spoke just loud enough for me to hear her over the pulsing music.
“Next time,” she said, “we play without any house rules.”
Her hand gently squeezed my ass, making my pussy quiver.
Rest Stop
FELIX D’ANGELO
I
pulled up outside the rest stop, right by the men’s room. I put the car in park and turned it off. Steevi looked at me nervously.
I smiled at her.
“You know what I have in mind,” I said.
She shook her head. “I’m…I’m not sure, Sir.”
“Make a guess.”
She looked at the entrance to the men’s room, at the dilapidated door hanging off its hinges. “You…you want me to go in there,” she said. Her face was flushing deep red. Her nipples stood out clearly in the tight white minidress she wore. She plucked nervously at the hem of the minidress, trying in vain to pull it down more than an inch past her crotch. Her thighs were bare, her knees shrouded in the knee pads I’d had her purchase just yesterday at the sporting goods store. I could almost see her pussy, and I knew it wasn’t protected by hair or panties. I kept her bare, exposed, vulnerable. I could see her nipples becoming more evident as they got harder. Her face flushed deeper red, and I could see her cleavage getting pinker.
“Good guess,” I told her. “And then what?”
“I…I don’t know,” she said.
“Make a guess,” I said, reaching out to caress the thick knee pads she wore.
“You want me to get down on my knees.”
“And?”
She hesitated, looking down at the ground. I leaned over, reached between her legs. She obediently opened them, making the hem of her dress ride up above her pussy so I could see it. When I drew my fingers up her slit, I found it incredibly wet. I slipped my fingers into her, making her moan. When I drew them out, I put them to her mouth and she obediently licked them clean.
“And suck cock,” she said.
“That’s right,” I said. “About midnight, this rest stop gets hopping. It’s the only rest stop on this road with a men’s room that doesn’t get locked at night, because every time they lock it people just break the door off the hinges. Straight guys come here every night to get their dicks sucked by other straight guys. Think it’ll be a big thrill for them to get a woman’s mouth on their cocks?”
My hand went back between her legs, and I caressed her juice-slick clit. She moaned. Her arousal was obvious, and when I kissed her she was hungry, her mouth sucking at my tongue as I savaged her. When I pulled back, she smiled, trying hard not to display her fear.
“Yes,” she said. “I think it’ll be a great thrill.”
“Then get in there,” I said. “Your boyfriends will start showing up soon.”
She hesitated, obviously toying with the idea of using her safeword. She always has that option, but in our two years together Steevi has never used it more than once in a given month. I push her as far as she’ll go, always knowing that she’ll stop me if she absolutely has to.
But she so rarely does.
Steevi opened the car door, got out, and walked toward the men’s room, tugging down the hem of her minidress.
“Take the center stall,” I told her.
She looked back at me, her nipples standing clear in the light of my headlights. She looked glorious in the tiny dress, her firm body wrapped tightly and exposed for all to see. Except there was no one to see it—yet.
Steevi turned and headed toward the darkened door.
When she disappeared into the darkness of the men’s room, I killed the headlights, pulled my laptop out of the back, and set it up on the seat Steevi had occupied. I booted up and fired up the software that would show me the scene captured by the wireless infrared camera and microphone I’d installed earlier that afternoon. It had cost quite a pretty penny to get one of that kind of quality, but it was worth it.
I had placed the tiny camera immediately above the two bathroom stalls, allowing me to see both of them from directly above. Steevi had to know I was watching. I’d used this trick before, though never with such edgy certainty. She’d sucked strangers, but she’d never done it in such inglorious environs.
I could feel my cock hardening in my pants.
The fact that this was the most deserted stretch of highway in the state, and that our friends would be traveling a hundred or more miles to reach it, did little to lessen my arousal. After all, you never knew when a stranger might happen by—a real stranger, not one of the men Steevi and I played with regularly. And you might see a cop uniform that wasn’t bought at a leather shop on Santa Monica Boulevard.
But everything else about this was perfectly planned. Steevi would know each cock in her mouth, but she wouldn’t know she knew—not until she tasted it, and maybe not even then. After all, I liked to find new partners for her, and part of her own fantasy was that she never knew when a brand-new, unfamiliar cock would find its way into her mouth.
Steevi had closed and latched the men’s room stall. She must have gotten the picture as soon as she saw the glory holes smashed out of the panels on each side of her center stall. She knew she’d be taking on two dates at once. With the stall door latched, she lowered herself onto her knees and waited, her face up against one of the glory holes.
About eleven-forty-five, another car pulled into the lot—a big pickup truck with a beefy, flannel-clad guy driving. He looked me over, as if to make sure I wasn’t a cop. Maybe he thought I was a guy waiting to go in and give head. Either way, he disappeared into the bathroom.
Almost immediately another car pulled up, this one a sedan. There were three young guys in it, out for a thrill, and they joked and teased each other about being faggots as they got out of the car and headed into the bathroom. Our friends, getting into the act even more than I expected.
I watched, everything illuminated in reddish-gray by the infrared camera. The beefy guy was first. It was almost pitch black inside the bathroom, so he mustn’t have known he was about to get sucked off by a woman. He stepped into the stall and unzipped his pants, took out his cock and took a long, luxurious piss, a thick stream hitting the toilet as the teenage guys crowded into the bathroom. Without even shaking off very well, he turned and shoved his cock through the glory hole. It connected with Steevi’s face, a face I’d fucked so many delicious times before. Steevi didn’t hesitate; she wrapped her lips around the guy’s cockhead and started bobbing up and down, servicing him.
The three young men crowded into the other stall, pushing and shoving each other as they argued over who was going to be first. Finally one pulled out his cock and stuck it through the hole.
Steevi reached behind her and took hold of it, getting it hard as she sucked off the beefy guy.
His hips started to pump, fucking Steevi’s face as she got her next cock ready. I admired the way her mouth worked up and down on his shaft, one hand milking his balls while the other stroked the next guy hard. From what I could see the beefy flannel guy had a good-sized cock, but Steevi took it all, no doubt swallowing it down her throat. Within minutes the guy let out a long, low sigh and Steevi clamped her lips around his shaft. I knew she was swallowing.
The guy zipped up, left the stall. One of the young men heard him leaving and took his place. By the time he put his hard cock through the hole, Steevi had turned around and knelt to suck his friend’s cock. She was going at it fiercely, but she heard the other guy’s footsteps and reached behind her to keep him ready as she sucked off his buddy.
The first one came almost immediately—premature ejaculation, no doubt. Steevi stayed down low on his cock until he’d pumped her mouth full. Then she turned around and her hand guided the new boy’s cock into her mouth. She started to suck.
Two more cars pulled up. I was too fixated on the screen at first to notice who was in them, but when I glanced up I saw that there were several guys in each car. They crowded into the bathroom. I looked back on the screen. Steevi finished up with the second teenager and moved on to the third as the new men crammed into the bathroom stalls and took out their cocks.
Someone finally noticed the third hole I’d cut in the door of Steevi’s stall. One of the guys, apparently less shy than the others, pushed his cock through the hole and Steevi obediently began str
oking him off with one hand while she kept another cock hard with her other hand. Her mouth continued to work on the third young stud until he groaned and shot in her mouth.
Steevi looked straight up and swallowed, her eyes wide. Did she know I was watching? Despite the poor resolution of the infrared camera, I could see the glistening on her chin from the faint lights through the window. Her face was covered in come. She was drooling it.
More men crowded into the stalls, waiting their turn to get sucked through the glory hole. Steevi obediently moved from one to the other, using her hands to keep the others hard and ready so she would waste no time when her mouth finally got to them.
I timed several of the men with the clock showing in the bottom right corner of the laptop’s screen and found it was less than three minutes from the moment Steevi’s mouth touched their cockheads to the moment she drew her lips off of them, dribbling semen. They flooded out of the bathroom door and jumped into their cars, the ones who came in groups slapping each other on the back at the free blow job they’d just gotten.
Then I felt my heart in my throat. I looked up to see a pair of black sedans pulling into the rest stop parking lot. At first I panicked—until I realized these weren’t unmarked police cars at all. They were rentals, and the uniformed “cops” inside were supposed to be here.
There were four cops total. They adjusted their belts as they walked past me. One of them nodded. I knew him well, of course—but he still looked mighty intimidating in uniform.
Steevi had almost finished the men in the bathroom—a total of twelve so far. There were two men left waiting to have their cocks sucked. They were too distracted to notice the cops. One of the men stood with Steevi’s mouth wrapped around the base of his shaft, working hungrily; the other with Steevi’s delicate, long-nailed hand stroking him into readiness for her mouth.
She swallowed one man’s load and moved on to the other. The one zipped up and pushed past the cops, nodding to them.
Two “cops” crowded into the vacant stall. One took his place behind the guy getting his cock sucked, waiting for the glory hole. The other unzipped and put his cock through the third glory hole. Steevi reached out and took it, stroking him hard as she finished the cock she was on, swallowing eagerly. The guy pulled back, zipped up, and nervously pushed past the cops, running for the door.