I gagged; the thrust was vicious and I was no deepthroat expert. That didn’t discourage Shaun though, who grabbed the back of my head and did the work for me. With each push forward he shoved a little deeper, a little harder until I felt my throat being poked by the head of his cock, making me gag uncontrollably, tears building up. “Take it, bitch,” he was moving my head back and forth by grabbing onto my hair. I started to cry, his cock was way too big, I couldn’t do this anymore, I needed to breathe.
That’s when I felt Damien’s hand slip underneath the waistband of my shorts and my panties, his fingers rubbing my wet pussy lips before shoving inside my hole. He started to finger fuck me, and that made me appreciate the cock in my mouth. I was so turned on; wet and desperate, I wanted to give back to Shaun what I was getting from Damien’s fingers and so I sucked on that black cock in my mouth with all that I had, even while gagging and crying in discomfort.
Shaun eventually pulled out of my mouth, strings of saliva stretching from my lips to his thick cock, allowing me to finally breathe and vocally appreciate what Damien was doing with my pussy. I moaned, grinding up against his fingers, working my hips the best I could in the limited space of the seat. With Shaun’s cock out of my mouth and immediate view, I was able to come to my senses and acknowledge that I was in fact still at the laundromat, this was not a dream, and that at any moment, anyone could walk by the front window and see what a slut I was being for these two men.
But I didn’t care. My pussy was hot with desire and I wanted more. Shaun spoke up to Damien, “Let’s get this little snow bunny spread.” Damien perked right up at the idea, taking his hand away from me and standing up next to his friend. Shaun grabbed my arm and led me over to the only washing machine that was being used – mine. I glanced over the laundry attendant who was thankfully still sound asleep. This was surely the craziest thing I’d ever done, it hardly felt real. Am I dreaming?
Shaun practically ripped off my top and shorts and tossed them to the side, leaving me standing there in only my panties. “Show us your tight little body,” he said.
“Yeah,” Damien piped in, “Show us. Wiggle that ass.” I hesitantly spun around, sticking my ass out and shaking it for them. I was freaking out on the inside; worried about being seen, nervous about what they were going to do with me next. There I was, naked in the laundromat, showing off for two strange men. A thrill ran through me, causing my nipples to harden and perk up.
One of them, I couldn’t tell who as I wasn’t facing them in the moment, pushed me over the rumbling, vibrating washing machine so that I was bent at the waist, my back arched and ass up with my feet still on the floor. I felt a hand grab at my panties and pull them down. I stepped out of them; my pussy now totally exposed and at this point begging to be used.
I stuck my ass out even more, wiggling it back and forth a little, practically asking for cock. One of the men unexpectedly spanked my ass cheek hard and the stinging pain brought tears to my eyes. I gasped and he did it again, this time speaking up. It was Shaun’s voice, “You got a nice ass for a white girl.”
It wasn’t long before I felt one of their hard cocks up against my pussy. I was quivering. Whoever it was pushed in hard and all the way; I could feel his balls slap against me. I moaned, feeling my hole being stretched open by his huge dick. He started slow, all the way in and all the way out, five or six times before he started moving in and out faster, with more aggression. “Jesus,” this time it was Damien’s voice, I guess he had first dibs, “Bitch is tight.” He fucked my pussy even more furiously, ramming his cock in and out of me. Each thrust in hurt a bit a first but I got used to his size after a while and started anticipating the hard, deep pushes into me.
My pussy was swelling with pleasure, needing him to fuck me harder. “Oh God,” I moaned out, “Fuck, yes, oh fuck,” I spread my legs further, wanting to feel as much of his cock inside me as I could. His thrusts grew rougher and faster with my moans and outcries. I felt a hand push my head down hard against the top of the washing machine, holding it firmly in place. Damien continued to fuck me raw, I could hear his breathing getting heavier, “Say you’re a black cock slut.”
I whimpered. My pussy felt incredible and I wanted it bad but his demand embarrassed me. I couldn’t bring myself to say that out loud. “SAY IT!” He shoved into me harder; my body was starting to ache as he slammed me against the hard, metal shell of the washer.
“I…I…I’m a black cock slut,” I stammered, feeling a wave of pleasure run through me at the sound of myself saying such a humiliating statement. There was another smack on my ass. I fucked Damien back, feeling an orgasm build up inside of me, but just as I was about to cum, he pulled out. Before I could react, I was pulled off of the washing machine. Damien carried me to a group of seats where Shaun sat and plopped me down on his cock. I was facing him, my legs straddling his, ass still out. I was still recovering from the rough fuck from behind from Damien but my pussy still needed to be filled so I was grateful for more.
I remembered how big Shaun’s dick had felt in my mouth, shoving into the back of my throat. It felt even bigger now, pumping up into my hole, my second black dick of the night. I bounced up and down on him as he watched me, grabbing onto my waist to help me (not that I needed it.) With the strength of his arms I was able to really take his cock, and holy fuck was it big! I could feel it all the way into my belly almost; I had never been this filled before. I didn’t even know it was possible. He picked me up and brought me down hard on his shaft, never losing eye contact.
All of a sudden I heard Damien from behind me. “Ever had two cocks at once?” But I don’t think he was looking for an answer. Almost immediately I felt his tip probing at the opening of my asshole. I started to panic. I had had anal sex a couple times before with an old boyfriend before, but this was different. First of all, Damien’s cock was gigantic compared to the one I had taken in my ass before and second of all, I already had a huge cock in my pussy.
There was no time for me to protest. I cried out as he pushed inside my resistant asshole, losing my breath from the sudden shock of pain it sent through me. I wanted to slow down on Shaun’s cock but I couldn’t – he still had hold of my waist and was bouncing me up and down on him even without my efforts. I couldn’t do much except take it. The cock in my ass started moving and as it did, I gradually became accustomed to having both of my holes filled. The men picked up a rhythm. When Damien’s cock pulled out of my ass, I was slammed down on Shaun’s. When I was lifted up off of Shaun’s cock, Damien’s rammed in me.
My body began to shake. I couldn’t tell what was pleasure and what was pain anymore. Everything was jumbled together but it somehow felt perfect. I wanted it to go on and on; my body loved being taken like that. It was as if my holes were meant to be filled all at once, and something inside me felt complete. The men picked up speed, using me even harder, filling me even deeper. I was overwhelmed with the sensations, letting the passion of the moment build up inside of me.
“Oh fuck! Fuck me!” I screamed out, I couldn’t control myself; their cocks were controlling me, “Fuck me!” I grinded hard on Shaun’s cock while Damien pumped in and out of my ass, I could feel myself getting ready to cum, “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” my body tensed and then released, spasming with pleasure, my cum running down Shaun’s cock, making a mess. He kept fucking as I came, when suddenly a hand grabbed my head and forced it to turn to the side, away from Shaun’s gaze.
Oh shit. We got caught. It was the laundry attendant. “You woke me up, you slut,” and with that, he picked my discarded panties up off the floor and shoved them in my mouth. I stared at him with a shocked expression on my face. My mouth was filled with my own wet panties, the ones that Damien had made wet earlier that night from rubbing me. The unexpected arrival of the laundry attendant had put my orgasm to a stop, but my body was still trembling and I was still being fucked.
Damien lifted me up and off of Shaun from behind, keeping his cock in my ass the entire time. A
t the same time, the laundry attendant-man had pulled out his own cock and was stroking it, pointing it towards me. I felt Damien push into my ass a little more roughly; now that he had me all to himself he was able to use a little more power. He was stretching my hole to its limits, holding me up and grunting as he pumped faster. He suddenly came hard, I felt him spurt his load up into me from behind so that the cum from my pussy and the cum from his cock joined in a slow trickle down my thigh. He pulled out and tossed me to the floor.
I lay there crumpled, the panties still in my mouth. I looked up. Shaun and the laundry attendant were standing over me, jerking their cocks off right in front of my face. “Get ready,” Shaun said and before I knew it, I had both men’s hot, sticky semen all over my face and my lips, the panties in my mouth. I had never let a man cum on my face before, but now I wasn’t sure why, pleased with all of the attention that I was being given.
All three men were pulling up their pants, done with me, satisfied looks on their faces. I spit the panties out of my mouth so that I could breathe and lick away any of the cum that made its way down to my lips. I eventually stood up and found my shorts and tank top, putting both on, regrettably ending the night’s activities. Damien and Shaun were already at the door, about to leave. “See ya around, Juliet,” Shaun said to me. I smiled shyly wanting to say something back, wanting to thank them for the experience but they were out the door before I had a chance.
I turned back towards the sleepy-eyed laundry attendant. He picked the cum-covered panties up off of the floor and handed them to me, “You gonna need extra quarters to wash these?” He asked.
I giggled, wiping off the rest of the men’s semen on my face with them. “I’m all set, thanks for the great service!”
Picked Up at the Bar: Rough Sex with a Stranger
an erotic short by Sandra Strike
Copyright 2012 by Mmmmore Productions
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My friend, Muriel, had a funny way of suggesting things and then, somehow making you believe that it was really your idea in the first place. I’d known her since we were freshman in high school and had seen her operate on many occasions, but, as far as I knew, I’d never really fallen victim to her little mind games. That was true, at least, until last night.
I don’t know what happened to my better judgment, maybe it was the drinking, though I’d only had three, or maybe it was only the stress of my new job finally getting to me, who knows. Whatever it was, I fell under her spell for the first time. It was a gradual thing that started out with a simple observation that things seemed to be a bit hard for me lately. I nodded and took a sip of beer. Then, she mentioned that it had been a long while since she had seen me really enjoy myself. I agreed and took another sip. She went on to say that she thought it would be a good idea for me to have a one night stand to relieve some of the tension that had been plaguing me the past few months. Then, she pointed out a guy at the bar who had just sat down and told me she thought he’d make a great stress reliever. I nodded vehemently and took a very long sip and drained the glass. I then stood up and started walking toward the bar and the aforementioned individual with Muriel shouting behind me, “You go, girl!”
My God, do you see how she worked me? I really don’t know how she managed it but, before I knew what I was doing, before I could analyze and excuse myself from this daring adventure, I was on my feet and on my way. I made it to the bar and plopped down next to Mr. Prospect, leaning on the bar while tilting in his direction and trying to flag the bartender down. Finally, I managed to get the bartender’s attention and get a reorder of my drink. He gave me a strange look, I don’t know why, I mean, it was only my fifth drink, I think, but he took my glass and went off to fill it.
I grinned and turned to the guy next to me. He really was cute. He had that California blonde intellectual look, with serious grey eyes and a quirky smile. I felt my heart twist and, leaning in close to him, I said, “I need to warn you. My friend has sent me over here on a diabolical mission to get into your pants.”
The guy looked at me and smiled shyly, obviously unsure what to do with that information. The bartender showed up then with my drink and I took a sip. Then, I laughed. “I’m sorry if that was too much for you. I just didn’t want you to be surprised if my friend shows up here and starts pushing me on you.”
He shook his head. “No worries, if she shows up, I’ll just tell her it’s a done deal and that I’ve agreed to let you into my pants.” I smiled at him appreciatively and forgot about my drink. “My name’s Harrison.”
I giggled. “Like Indiana Jones?”
He shrugged his shoulders and sighed dramatically. “That’s the curse of being born to a rabid Han Solo fan. What’s your name?”
“Milla. Well, actually, it’s Camilla but, everyone just calls me Milla.” I remembered my drink after that and took a quick sip.
He put his hand on my arm near my wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Well, Milla, why don’t we make sure your friend doesn’t have to make the trip over here.”
I looked at him for a moment, not sure exactly what he was saying and then, catching on, I felt my heart race and a warm flush flowing all through me. “Oh, uh, yeah, I guess.”
He laughed. “I’ll take that as a rousing vote of approval. My car’s outside. Do you want to head to my place? I don’t live very far from here.”
I looked over at Muriel in a near panic and saw her staring back. She gave me a big thumbs up and then motioned with her hands like she was shooing me out the door. I looked back at Harrison and tried a brave smile. “Okay, let’s go to your place.”
He grinned and got up from the bar and offered me his arm. I put my hand on it just above his elbow and then, we made our way through the crowd. I only turned back once to see Muriel pumping her clasped hands above her head like she was Rocky doing a victory dance. I frowned and turned back around.
The cool air that hit me once we got outside was welcome, bringing me a little more fully to my senses. I still held onto his arm, though, and followed him to his car because, really, I didn’t know what to do. And, truthfully, I was turned on like crazy by him. I figured that Muriel was probably right. I needed something to reduce the stress in my life. Sex with a hot stranger seemed as good a therapy as any. I felt a bit ashamed by these thoughts but, when I looked at him and felt his body next to mine as we walked, I just didn’t care.
He had a nice car and, as he helped me into the passenger side, his arm brushed against my breasts and made my nipples instantly hard. He smiled at me and I looked away, hoping he hadn’t noticed but, really hoping he did. He shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. When he got in, I smiled at him and he took my hand and leaned over and kissed me. Just like that. It was so incredibly sweet and sensual and unexpected and wanted. I sighed when he pulled away to start the car.
We got to his apartment building and headed into the lobby. He pulled me into the elevator just as it was closing to head back up. We happened to be alone inside and again, he pulled me to him and kissed me, more urgently this time, pushing his tongue into my mouth to explore. He tasted strangely like cinnamon. It turned me on like crazy.
The elevator opened and he grabbed my hand and hurried me down the hall to his door, yanking the key from his pocket and jamming it into the lock while pulling me close and kissing me a third time. We tumbled into the apartment and from that point; things were dropped, pulled off, and tossed aside as we helped each other undress all while moving steadily into the living room and to the couch. When his legs hit against it, he tumbled bac
kward and I fell with him.
I laughed and felt a wild feeling surge in me. I slipped from the couch and, kneeling between his legs, I reached forward and put my hands on him. His cock felt hot and hard in my hand and I put my lips around him and began moving quickly. He groaned, leaning back onto the couch and I began to moan around his cock, like I was putting on a show for him. I continued to move my mouth up and down, bringing my hand up to stroke him. I didn’t go very deep at first, letting my mouth go just past the head while I kept my hand and tongue busy, stroking up and down and circling the head of his cock. All the while, I kept my eyes on him and made hungry noises, trying my best to be as daring as possible and make it as erotic as I could.
I moved quickly, stroking fast and twisting my head around so that I was coming at him from different angles as I sucked. Occasionally, I would take my mouth off of him and lick up and down his shaft. He said “Oh my God, you’re so fucking good!” and I giggled around his shaft. Then I went back to the hungry moaning and tried to make the blow job seem even better for him.
He kept his hands at his side and I thought that was interesting since many men at that point would’ve had their hands all over me. He did reach up to move my hair out of my face once, so he could get a better view. I just kept hungrily pulling him into my mouth, looking up at him and stroking, and he kept groaning. His cock was beautiful; it wasn’t too big and certainly, it wasn’t small. As I sucked, I enjoyed his reactions. Every time he groaned, it was like a little electric shock traveled through my body. It was starting to make me squirm as I felt my own desire building.
After a while, I pulled off and used my hand to push his cock back, right up against his stomach and then, I moved down and began to lick from his balls up to the tip of his shaft with long, slow strokes, pressing my tongue flat against him. He groaned as I did. I can only imagine the sight for him, watching me as I put as much affection and hunger as I could into licking his balls while he saw my eyes directly staring at him. I was enjoying myself. I enjoyed the feeling of being in control of him through his reactions. It felt like I could decide what he felt and when. It turned me on incredibly. The way that I was treating his cock was driving him crazy and that was driving me crazy to be able to do it. I sucked for a while, enjoying everything about it while he moaned and groaned.
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