by Alina Sawyer
"You're going to go into the trees with Mark. In there you'll find a picnic table. Lay on it. Arrange your clothes how you think they should be." I'm listening intently. My hearts hammering and my palms are sweating. "I will bring some men in to you. You're to tell them what you want. What do you want?"
"Bukake?" I answer.
"Good. Yes. You're to tell them that you want them to wank over you and cum on your tits. If you like the look or feel of any of the cocks you're wanking you're to ask if they will fuck you for a short time. Mark will take photos of the performance, I will send more men to you and watch over everything as it happens. When you have enough cum on you Mark will fuck your throat and fill you with cum there. Understood so far?"
"Yes Sir!" You sound as though you're sending me to the shops for some forgotten supplies, your voice is so relaxed.
"And finally when everyone else has used you up, you know what happens next don't you?"
"I do Sir." My voice almost trembles as I say it. I can't believe this is going to happen. I'm still terrified but so thrilled that you're doing all this.
"Off you go then. Get yourself comfy. The first one will be along in ten minutes."
I pull my top back up over my tits and with a shaky hand open the car door. "Thank you Sir" I say. I mean it. Mark and I walk past the cars. I daren't look at the men waiting in them. They must know what's going to happen. Or maybe they don't. Maybe they're just here same as every other night, hoping for some action, staying just in case. I don't feel as nervous as the last time I walked towards the bench. Perhaps it's because last time I had to decide, and this time I've been told to do it.
We reach the trees and go in through a path. I can see three benches in the clearing. I start heading for the far one. Mark stops me and suggests the near one. I don't argue. I sit on it with my back to the path. Mark tuts. I understand the disapproving look and turn around so that my pussy is facing the path instead. He kisses me and tells me he loves me and that I'm a dirty bird. I smile and kiss him again then lay down on the bench. He frowns at me again. My top! I pull it down to my waist and tweak my nipples for good measure. My legs come up and my skirt falls onto my belly.
I'm ready.
I lie still and exposed. It feels like an eternity waiting but finally I hear footsteps. A man says hello to Mark. I hold my breath. He steps into view and puts his hand on my knee. "Very nice" he mutters, more to himself than to me and his hand slides down towards my groin.
"Well?" Says Mark.
"I want you to wank over me. I want you to cum on my tits. Would you do that for me?" I ask.
He doesn't answer, he just gets his cock out and starts stroking it with one hand and me with the other. Three more men appear around me. I say the same again. One already had his cock out when I saw him. The other two unzip their trousers and begin wanking.
I lay my head back and begin to feel less freaked out. Horny is taking over instead. Hands are all over me again. I loved it last time and I love it this time. It's almost fully dark now, I can't see very well. Fingers slip into my pussy. One guy asks if he can lick it. I say yes and a tongue plunges into me. I reach out and take a cock in each hand and start wanking them both. They both play with a nipple each. One says he's going to cum already and takes his cock back from me before releasing it all over my tits and the table. It's a good 6 inches lower than the table in our picnic area and it makes all the difference. They can reach to cum on me without climbing up. The one by my knees sees the first one cum and that must have tipped him over the edge too. He elbows his way up and blows his load all over my tits from the other side.
The camera is flashing away, Marks all over the place, at my head, at the side, by my feet. Picture after picture being captured. Already I know you'll have all the ones you want.
3 more guys arrive. I tell them breathlessly what I have to tell them and yelp a little as the licker is now flicking my clit. I could cum like this. But where are you? I can't cum unless I hear you tell me to. I lift my head to look but I can't see past the men crowding round or into the darkness beyond. I grit my teeth and hold the orgasm at bay. For now. This is blowing my mind!
The new guys start wanking over me. I take hold of one and straight away know he should fuck me. I don't know why exactly, just that he should. So I ask him if he would please fuck me. Mark hands him a condom. He takes it and slips it on. But the other guy is still licking away. He can't have heard. Mark tells him to stop and move. He does. His tongue is immediately replaced with a cock. He slips easily into my wetness and grips me around the front of my thighs and my hips sliding me onto him. He begins a steady rhythmic pumping while four guys carry on wanking over me.
Another one cums and then another. They seem to set each other off again. As they zip up and move away talking to each other about what a night this is turning out to be two more take their places. And then I see you. You're standing near my head. You put a hand across my face and hold a finger next to my lips. I suck it in and lick it greedily. You know how it feels to slide your cock in my mouth but I still do this as a reminder.
I look up at you but you're looking at everything else. Mark has disappeared now. You have the camera and start taking pictures of me. I know my face isn't in these. I know what you're going to do with them. I arch my back and push into the cock that's fucking me trying to fuck him back but it's not easy on the bench. It's enough for him, he pulls out and whips the condom off and cums on my belly.
You hand another condom to another guy who has it on and is in me in less than a minute. He fucks me with more vigour than the last one but less rhythm. He pounds away for 30 seconds or so then adjusts his hold and starts again. Another one cums on my tits. I'm losing all sense of numbers now. My hand stroke my sticky chest and belly, rubbing it in. I moan.
"I need to cum Sir."
"Not yet."
Another cums. His hit's the back of my hand and he cums with a loud groan. Then the guy fucking me says he's cumming. I think he's going to do it in the condom inside me, I'm sure that's not the rules. You tell him sharply, "Not in there. Out now!" and he does just that. He doesn't get the condom off in time though and finishes wearing it.
He pulls it off and squeezes it out over my tits and I rub it in.
I lose count of how many come over and cum on me. I really have no idea any more. They just keep coming and going. Two more fuck me, both at my request. You and Mark change places again, you go back to guarding, he to photographing. And the crowd begins to thin. As each one cums no more replace them until all of them have emptied their sacks over me.
I really am covered from the navel up. My hands are sticky, my skin is wet and tacky, I can feel it running down my sides. I still need to cum and so do you and Mark.
"Slide up the bench, hang your head over backwards" you instruct. I do. Mark comes to my head and slips his cock into my mouth. He fucks me mercilessly and cums after only a couple of minutes which is just as well for me. With my head at this angle he has access to my throat and I can't breath well at all. I struggle for breath until his hot cum fills my mouth and half drowns me.
"Good girl" he says as he pulls out and lets me lick him clean.
"Now turn over. You know what's next don't you?" you ask.
"Yes Sir. My arse is yours" It's the rules. I knew this long before we met. I knew this from the stories you wrote and from the conversations we'd had. One day you would arrange a bukake party or a gang bang for me and when they were all finished you would take your turn and fuck my arse. It's your claim. Your right. I agreed to it and everything else a long time ago when I first called you Sir and you called me your sub.
I slide off the table and stand with shaky legs. I'm facing you with cum on my breath and cum all over me and you smile at me, waiting.
I turn around and bend over the table, feeling my chest stick to it as I lay over it. Only a moment later I feel you're cock slipping up and down over my pussy. You're using my wetness to lube my arse and your cock. Each
time you hit my clit I jump. "I'm going to cum soon. Please tell me I can."
"You can cum but not until I'm fully inside your arse."
I feel your cock at my anus. I will myself to relax. You push forwards and I tense. There's resistance. I don't want there to be. I concentrate. You push again and your cock end slowly slips in. I tighten up around you again. You tell me to relax, to loosen up my tight hole for you. I try again but you're hurting. You slowly push forwards another inch. I feel almost dizzy. I concentrate again on relaxing. And it's working. Your pushing forwards now, not an inch at a time but all the way, slowly and purposefully until you're all the way. You hold still and allow me to feel you.
I can feel you flex you're cock. I squeeze twice then let go again. You pull out not all the way and quicker this time slide back in again. I moan. Really moan. All the way from my belly this noise comes. You take hold of my hips harder and start to fuck me. I'm going to cum. Already. This was all it took.
"Fuck me"
A flash goes off.
"Fuck me"
You slap my bottom hard.
"Fuck me! I'm cumming!" and I do. Hard.
"Jesus Christ!" You say as I tighten up everywhere. You slam into me over and over again. I cry out and scream as my orgasm consumes me. And not long after you groan such a deep low sound I know you're cumming too. That takes me up again and I start a whole new orgasm. I'm not sure if I finished the last one or not but I'm going up again.
When it fades away I'm left face down on the table with my tits stuck to it. You slowly slide out of me. I can feel your cum trickling out of me too now. And I'm totally content.
You give me a hand to stand but I'm shaky on my legs. You kiss my forehead and tell me "Well done" and between you and Mark lead me back to the car. Some of the men have stayed around for the rest of the show. One or two have their cocks out again and were still wanking as we make our way past them. I still can't see their faces in the dark.
You put me back in our car and stand talking to Mark for a moment. I'm on another planet. Then you lean in, kiss me deeply and tell me you'll see me soon. I could cry with happiness and pride. Instead I kiss you back and say simply "Thank you Sir."
And we leave.
The End.
Junkyarding
Some times what a girl wants is a good solid fuck.
He is wearing his faded old coveralls, and only his feet stick out from beneath his current project. The sun is hot and sweat trickles down my back as I sit waiting to hand him a wrench or socket when he needs it. He hums a tune to himself and there isn't another sound in this dusty late-afternoon desert junkyard. This place was abandoned years ago after the war, but sometimes he still finds useful parts here. I glance at the line of his leg as it disappears under the vehicle and smile to myself. I know what is under those coveralls and can easily imagine him with out them.
I start thinking about all the things I could do to him and soon desire for him fills me. I love watching him work and the smell of hot metal, old engine grease, and his sweat just gets to me. He doesn't know what seeing him like this does to me; he thinks I just like old cars.
He asks for a socket but as I am lost in day dreams I don't quite catch the size. Breathless, I ask, "Sorry, what size do you need?"
"3/8," comes the muffled reply.
I search through the set of tools, struggling to get my brain back in gear.
He wiggles out from underneath the old car, and looks up at me, "Are you ok?"
"Mmm, yeah, I'm fine," I reply, looking away.
He puts a finger on my chin and turns my head to face him. He looks at me with concern, then understanding blossoms on his face. He smiles and laughs, "I forgot how much you like seeing me work."
"It is a bit, distracting," I reply.
He sits up and brushes a stray strand of hair away from my face and seductively whispers in to my ear, "Distracted? I think I can do better than that."
I shiver in delight as he kisses a line down my neck. His warm lips on my skin are incredibly arousing.
Breaking the contact, he leans back and wipes grease off his hands then looks at them. "My hands are a little dirty. I guess I'll just have to use my tongue."
My groin tightens at the thought. His full lips meet mine, as he starts to unbutton my shirt. Rough fingers slide around my back and unfasten smooth white satin. Then both shirt and bra fall to the dust and the sun shines down on my bare skin.
He sighs appreciatively as taut nipples and smooth tanned skin greet his touch. His lips are gentle as they find the valley between my breasts, and slowly kiss out onto their firm flesh. Then his tongue encircles one hard nipple. I moan in pleasure as his tongue explores the sensitive skin, and sigh deeply as he starts to suck on me.
His hand drifts down the skin of my belly to the fly of my jeans, and he teases open the button and fly. He motions for me to stand up and rises with me, sliding his hand down the naked curve of my ass, as he slowly pulls my pants and cotton underwear down.
He lifts me and gently sits me on the hood, which, thankfully, is not too hot. He pulls the shoes and pants off from around my feet and kneels down, lifting one leg over each shoulder. He sighs at the slight of my full and glistening slit. He enjoys the view before placing a soft kiss on my mound.
I moan as each kiss draws closer to my pink lips.
"Mmm, you're so wet," he murmurs.
"Please" I beg him. His warm tongue slides down the side of my slit, and I moan. He knows just how to tease me. His tongue makes long slow strokes over the inner lips, before gently brushing aside the hood of my clit. My hips jolt when his tongue touches it, and I moan deeply as his tongue slowly flicks over it, tantalizing me. He starts slow, then flicks his tongue a little faster and my hips start to rock, then I feel his teeth gently grip is as he sucks me. I press into him and lock my legs around the back of his head. He's got me bucking and moaning on the hood of this old car. He brings me to the edge, then backs off, then brings me to the edge again. My juices run freely as he pleasures me.
I can tell he wants me as much as I want him from the firm pressure of his hands on my legs. He groans and pulls back, and I unlock my legs and let him go. He stands up and unzips the front of the coverall, peeling it back to reveal bare shoulders. He lets it fall in a pile around his feet, and I admire his gorgeous body. But he doesn't give me long. He slips his hard cock out of his shorts and I want it. I sit up and run my tongue down his beautiful shaft. He moans softly as I lick the smooth, taught skin.
"Oh yeah," he sighs as my lips close over the sensitive head and slide down. He relaxes into me, with his hand on my shoulder as I suck him slow and deep. I slide my lips up and down his shaft, teasing the head with my tongue then plunging it in deep again, just the way he likes it.
I feel his muscles start to tighten, and he pulls back.
He looks at me, and kisses me softly then gently pushes me down on to the hood. "You want me?" he asks in a husky voice.
"Yes," I reply, the need clear in my voice.
Slowly he presses his cock into me and I moan with the pleasure of it filling me. With warm American sheet metal at my back and his beautiful thick cock buried inside of me it is a perfect summer day. He thrusts deep into me, bracing one hand on the front grill, and the other under my ass. He closes his eyes and focuses on fucking me deep and slow. Each long stroke feels so good, and makes me want him more. I push back against his hard cock wanting him deeper inside of me. He breathes out sharply as I pull him tight in to me with my legs and thrust against him. He knows I want it now and long strokes change to deep short thrusts.
"Fuck me, oh yeah, just fuck me," I moan.
Fast, strong, powerful strokes push me towards the edge and I moan and buck into him, feeling that hard cock working inside of me. I am almost there and I want him so much. Then I see that beautiful look on his face and feel his cock start to pulse inside me as he fills me up with his cream, my own orgasm floods through me and washes away every thought. All
I feel is him cumming inside of me.
We stay that way for a long moment lost in the pleasure, then he sighs and slowly pulls out of me. His cream spills down my lips and on to the faded hood of the old car. He looks at me with wonder and joy and pulls me up off of the hood into a warm embrace. "You are something else, you know that? We should come to the junk yard more often."
We both look at each other and laugh.
The End.
Aisuru Shira
Shira did not see herself as overly sexy, enticingly beautiful or even cute. She didn't have low self esteem though, quite the opposite really. She was told on more than one occasion how much of a self absorbed bitch she was. Shira just liked to call herself real.
She didn't take any shit from anyone, not even herself. So that's why when she looked in the mirror she never tried to make herself out to be something she wasn't. She didn't give herself little pep talks about loving herself or telling herself she was a queen, like other women seemed to have the need to do.
Shira loved herself, and she knew she was a queen, so she felt no need in doubting herself because of someone else. If someone called her sexy, beautiful or even cute, she called them a liar. She was merely simple; queens could be simple, and she loved herself just as she was.
Of course it wasn't always like that. Shira used to be like any other girl. Unsure about herself, constantly trying to improve her natural features. But as Shira grew up she realized no matter what she would always have this face, this body, this voice, this skin, no matter what. So she had a new motto, which was; work with what you've got.
That seems all fine and well, maybe even inspiring, but the process to come to this conclusion made Shira a bit rough around the edges. She was defensive, and loud and selfish. She had no problem with speaking her mind and letting herself be known. Not a damn problem at all, and maybe that was a flaw. Maybe that made her a bitch, but Shira didn't care. She was the first to call herself a bitch, a bad bitch.
When Shira looked in the mirror she merely saw a woman, just like any other woman. Short but not dainty, curvy but not fat. It was hard to label her. Not to say she didn't have any sexy features. She had beautifully even mocha brown skin, her ass was as round as they came and caught many an eye as she walked down the streets. Her face was a nice oval shape, sporting a delicate little nose and full pouty lips. She had nice size breasts; a full C cup. The curves of her hips were more than once called dangerous.