MENAGE: Dirty Pleasure (First Time Public Humiliation, Submissive Female, Voyeur, Younger Fertile Woman Older Men, MFM) A Dark Fantasy include BONUS STORY (Dangerous Pleasures Book 3)
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An unexpected twinge of arousal grapples with my pussy and holds it hostage as I sit stark naked, peering up at the man who violated my precious anus. Watching me as he saw the gang recklessly fucking me from every angle possible and protecting the one innocence I still had. But not for me. But so that he could take ownership of my cherry.
And I knew the moment I saw him.
If anyone was going to take my anal virginity from me. It was going to be him. Maybe part of me deep down inside coaxed me into declaring no limits and no safeword. Hoping beyond hope that Max would take the one limit my body had yet encountered. I watch his eyes and they maintain their focus on my body. He offered me an out. If I wanted to take it. To protect and maintain what little dignity and modesty I had left. But something tells me. Even if I had screamed red. Max’s cock wouldn't back down. It couldn’t. But when my ass whispered him to inch forward the moment he took his mask off after the break in. I was all his.
The owner of my anal cherry leans down and presses his thumb into the palm of my hand wrapping his hand tightly around mine. His touch reawakens the sleeping goosebumps, but this time. They sprout across my thighs, licking the edges of my folds.
“This memory stick is a recording of your fantasy come through” he presses a small card further into my palm and I feel the power of memory card wedged between my palm and his thumb.
“Make sure you are alone while watching it” his eyes hold mine hostage and they pin me up against the walk and continue to fuck me.
Fuck. It’s been recorded. Every second of the men ripping my panties off. Tearing off every item of clothing and pounding their massive cocks into my willing and hungry tight holes. It’s here to be replayed. Watching them violate every part of me. Leaving no area of me untouched.
Max stands up and my hands continue hovering . Wishing him to come back. And without uttering another word. I watch as the man who ripped through my ass leaves the store through the same door the gang broke in. I rub my arms hoping to catch some warmth and I look around. The ever so familiar territory of my jewelry shop has become the very scene of my dirty fantasy. The confines of the walls will never be the same again.
The memory card is stuck to the palm of my hand, I peel it away from the sweat and smile at the imprint left on my palm.
In only a few hours. I’ll be watching. Watching as I am pinned up against the wall with Max leaning his full weight on me. Threatening to violate my ass. And I’ll watch, as I submit every inch of my tender young body to the gang as my darkest fantasy explodes between these very walls.
THE END
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BONUS STORY
Ravished by the Gang
Ravished by the Gang
Act 1
Chapter 1: Origins
I had always been a brainy kind of person. My mother introduced me to books at a very young age, and I had a generally inquisitive nature throughout most of my childhood. When we moved from Hartford, Connecticut, to Long Island, New York, they immediately enrolled me in a prestigious junior high school. I was always the top of my class, and I loved learning about literature, biology, and science. My parents always said that they thought I’d end up being a physician, and they were accurate in their intuition because by the time I was twenty one, I was accepted to the University’s Pre-Medical Program on a full academic scholarship.
I’m not sure when my preoccupation with fear as a sexual motive came into the picture, but I think it happened when I was in my first year at the university. I had a heavy course-load and I often spent hours inside the Station Café down on Second Avenue. It was a hot spot for students, and most of us liked to congregate there to complete our studies. One night, I was entrenched in my reading for a literature circle the next day. Our professor’s instructions included recitation of specific verses, and I was struggling with memorizing my lines. Just as I had read the same verse for the twentieth time, a guy walked into the café and sat down at the table next to mine.
“Hey.” He looked at me and pulled out a paperback Shakespeare reader. “Looks like we both have Doctor Valenica.” He raised his eyebrows and flipped through a few pages in his book. I sipped my coffee and gave him a smile. I was used to getting attention from men whenever I left the apartment. It seemed like they couldn’t resist ogling me and I was used to getting lots of whistles when I walked down the street. My girlfriends always rolled their eyes, annoyed with all the attention I received when we were out. It was true- I liked men paying attention to me. But sometimes it could be frustrating.
“Yeah. I like the class. How about you?” I tossed my hair behind my shoulder and flicked my pencil on my notebook. He smiled and shrugged his shoulders.
“It’s pretty good, but I’d rather be at a party with good beer and good weed. How about you?” He winked. I blushed and then smiled. It didn’t take much for me to accept an offer for something that sounded even remotely interesting.
“What do you say we wrap up this study session and head out to West College Avenue?” He smiled and inched his chair a little closer to my table.
“That sounds good to me.” I twirled my hair around my pencil and then looked around the café. It was clearing out and I was ready for a change of scenery. “My name’s Simone, by the way.” I shook his hand and then took one last sip of my coffee.
“Nice name. I’m Carlo.” He grinned and then closed his book. With that, we both got up and headed out of Station Café and down toward West College Avenue. To me, this was probably the turning point. Carlo and I got to the party and it was jam packed. We squeezed through a thick throng of bodies, made our way toward the keg, and then poured ourselves the much anticipated beer. By the time we had taken our first sips, it had gotten doubly crowded.
I tried to wriggle my way out of the room, and eventually got outside where I lit a cigarette. Carlo found me a few minutes alter and we both enjoyed a smoke. Before I knew it, we were on the deck outside, and my shirt was off. Carlo had his hand down my pants and was trying to finger me while a crowd watched on from the balcony. That was when I got the idea to have sex up there, on the railing, while everyone watched from below. It was a crazy idea, and I still look back in wonderment. What possessed me? How could I explain my burgeoning thirst for dangerous sex?
We climbed up the trellis on the house, launched ourselves over the railing, and threw ourselves on the balcony floor. Carlo ripped my clothes off and I proceeded to give him a much appreciated blow job. Then he threw me up against the railing so that my back hung over the side and he screwed me until I came. I c
an still remember the applause as I reached orgasm. And it sends a shiver down my spine.
Chapter 2: Aries
“We are on page thirty in the Anatomy Guide Book.” I stood in front of my freshman class, hoping that this bunch would be a bit more receptive to my teachings. I knew that I should try to go easy on them. I was once a college student. I knew what it was like fighting to keep my eyes open in lectures when I had been out drinking until the three a.m. the night before. It wasn’t easy. I flipped on the overhead projector and displayed the notes for the class, then looked around the room.
“Mister Frank. Can you tell me what the homework was from last night?” I walked toward his seat and tapped my pencil on the table. The students sitting next to him giggled. Mr. Frank was sound asleep. I walked back to the front of the class and proceeded to get on with the lecture, leaving my sleeping student to the unwelcome task of trying to catch up on an hour long advanced anatomy lecture. When class was over, I headed to my office, exhausted and ready to go out for a drink.
“Hey, Simone. What do you have going on tonight? There’s a hot jazz band playing over at Stephane’s. Want to check it out?” Courtney Brown stood in my doorway. She was referred to as “Dr. Brown” by her colleagues and students, and she taught the upper level literature courses at the university. I nodded my head and then smiled.
“A hot jazz band over at Stephane’s sounds about perfect.” I then glanced at the mountain of tests from the other class section that needed to be graded. “What time?” I watched a throng of students barrel down the hall, and Courtney moved in closer to avoid the bustle.
“Probably around nine. I have some work to finish, myself. Looks like you’re busy, too.” Courtney raised her eyes when she noticed the mound of papers on my floor.
“I’m swamped. Three sections back to back.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Nothing that a couple of stiff drinks won’t remedy.” I smiled and then Courtney winked in return and walked away. The rest of the day proceeded with its expected normalcy- two more lectures and a test to administer. At three o’clock, I locked my office door and headed down the hall and out to the parking lot.
“Hi, Dr. Carli.” One of my freshman students walked by and waved.
“Hello, Peter. Ready for tomorrow’s test?” I smiled and then opened my car door.
“Not really, but I’m going to give it my best shot.” He smiled and then wandered off. I shook my head and sighed. Some of my students seemed so innocent and so lost, that I often wondered if they would make it through the entire school year without dropping out. I got behind the wheel of my silver Volvo, then backed out the lot and headed for my home.
I lived about fifteen minutes form the university which was convenient and enjoyable. My apartment was situated in a diversified neighborhood with a slew of hip bars and restaurants, including Stephanes, which was known for attracting a sexy crowd. I took a quick shower and then put on my favorite cashmere sweater with a pair of leggings. I let down my long, thick hair and applied some cherry colored lipstick, along with some black mascara. Then I locked up and headed downtown.
“Over here, Simone.” Courtney was already at the bar when I arrived. She waved me down and I squeezed in next to her. As soon as I sat down, I noticed a guy standing at the end of the bar. He was tall, with piercing green eyes and an aura that expressed intense sensuality. I tried not to stare, and instead opened up the drink menu.
“I’ll try the Velvet Slipper.” I smiled at the bartender who got busy on my concoction. Courtney sat back in her seat and ran her hands through her long, coiled red hair.
“I’m so glad to be sitting here right now, enjoying the last of the fall. Aren’t you?” She smiled and toyed with the long amber pendant she wore around her neck.
“I am, actually. This is a well-needed break for me. Thanks for the invite.” I smiled just as the bartender set down my drink, then I took a sip and looked instinctively back at the guy. He saw me look, and he smiled. I looked away, then opened the dinner menu. “The tuna salad looks delicious.” I read the menu and then looked back over at the guy but he was gone.
“Excuse me. Mind if I have a seat?” He had moved from the end of the bar, and was standing right next to me. Courtney shrugged and looked at me for approval.
“No. I don’t mind.” I gave him a smile and then he sat down with his beer.
“My name’s Nick, but my friends call me Aries.” He took a sip of his drink and then sat back in his seat, eyeing me with interest. I played with my drink straw and then sipped my Velvet Slipper.
“I’m Simone. And this is my friend, Courtney.” He smiled at Courtney and then re-directed his gaze back at me again. “Are you here for the jazz band?” I batted my eyelashes at him and he grinned. A group of men had assembled at the other end of the bar and they were clearly eyeing me with lust. It was par for the course, and I was used to the attention; however, this time I was slightly annoyed because I really didn’t want to be distracted from Aries.
We conversed for awhile at the bar and then the band started up, at which time I was pretty buzzed. Courtney yanked us all onto the dance floor, where Aries and I proceeded to dance to a sultry number on the packed dance floor. “You know, I’ve got a sweet apartment on the east side and some excellent weed if you’d like to partake in a little after hours luxury.” Aries leaned his body into mine and ran his hands over my back.
“I’ll think about it.” I danced with him until the bartender yelled out for last call, and then we all headed toward the door. Courtney could tell that I was interested in leaving with Aries, so she casually made her exit. I walked with Aries back to his apartment where he proceeded to pour some wine and pack some weed. I skipped on the weed but indulged in the wine, and before I knew it we were making out on the couch. Aries slid his hand up my shirt and un-hooked my bra. Then he played with my tits and started telling me all about his dick.
“I’ve got what you want, baby, and I bet it’s the perfect size for you.” He grunted and un-zipped his jeans, then pulled my body closer to his. For a second, I thought about telling him no. After all, I had just met him and I wasn’t all too crazy about one night stands. But my impulses got the better of me, and I let him slide off my leggings and my panties. He smacked his dick against my pussy and squeezed my nipples. “Man, you are one hot fuckin’ chick.” He shook his head and then jammed his cock inside me.
I closed my eyes, enjoying his cock for a little bit, but feeling somewhat disappointed in his rhythm. I would have never told him, but his dick wasn’t all that large, and he seemed to get a little soft on more than one occasion. I had certainly had worse sex before, and it really wasn’t a big deal, but when he really got grinding on top of me, I wished that it would just end quickly so that I could go home and masturbate. He clearly had no idea that I was waiting on an orgasm.
“Yes, baby. Yes!” He flew back and a stream of cum landed on the couch. “Yes!” He fell back and then laughed. I sighed and then rolled over, eyeing my sweater that was crumpled on the floor. “How was it?” He slid next to me and played with my nipples for a few seconds.
“Great!” I lied, then reached down for my clothes, got dressed, and stood up. “I’ve got to get going, but thanks for the wine.” I winked and then headed for the door before he could even ask me for my number.
Chapter 3: Mark
I made it through the rest of the week that led up to fall break. Then I packed all of my books, cleaned up my office, and headed down the hallway to find Courtney. She was typing away inside her office. “Knock, knock.” I smiled and then walked inside. “It’s finally here. Fall Break. Can you believe we made it?” I sighed and then plopped down on one of her plush chairs.
“I’m just glad that we made it without a hitch. It seemed like there was so much going on this semester, right?” Courtney tucked one of her long red curls behind her ear and then continued typing. “Hey, by the way. Did you ever hook up with that guy from Stephane’s again? What was his name? Pisces?�
� She scrunched her nose and inched closer to her computer screen, obviously engrossed in the task at hand.
“Ugh. No.” I laughed and then stretched out on her chair. “Aries. He was nice, don’t get me wrong. But…” I trailed off and Courtney kept typing.
“Dick wasn’t big enough?” She looked at me and frowned. I slapped my knee and laughed.
“Actually, you hit the nail on the head.” I laughed again and Courtney slapped her hand on the desk, and then erupted with laughter. “Oh, Simone. You’re too much. Well, hey. I guess since you are the Queen Goddess of New York, you have the right to be sexually picky.” She laughed some more and then went back to typing. I smiled and then opened up my phone.
“Hey. Have you heard of this new site? It’s called Professor Vibe, and it’s basically for professional networking, but I see a few people using it more for social media. There’s a guy on here who messaged me twice this week, and I haven’t told him too much about me yet, but I’m leaning toward meeting him sometime over the weekend. Apparently he’s some web designer in SoHo.” I squinted to get a closer look at his picture. “Looks pretty handsome.” I shrugged and then watched Courtney continue typing.