by Cairo
I cringe at the thought of that. I said I wanted it rough and dirty. And I know being spit on can be a form of that. But that level of degradation I think I’d rather do without. I tell her this.
“Okay, understood. There’ll be no spitting. I’ll be sure to let that be known.”
“I know I said I wanted to be treated like a whore, but there are some things I draw the line at. Spitting is one of them.”
She may have set the stage for what’s to come. But it is my fantasy. And I want it to be lived out exactly—or as close as possible—the way I’ve envisioned it. So the only bodily fluids I want to taste, or be drenched in, is that of sweet, sticky cum.
“And I don’t want,” I add, “anyone squatting over me and taking a shit or pissing in my face or anywhere else on my body.”
She frowns. “Now you’re taking it to a whole other level of kink. There will definitely be none of that. Unless of course…”
“No, thank you. Not interested.”
She smiles. “But you’re okay with everything else. And you are absolutely sure this is what you want…?”
You have no idea. I’ve never been more ready.
My eyes drop to her red-painted lips.
They are wet and succulent. Their lusciousness causes an irresistible desire to kiss them, lick them and…ride them, to sweep over me. My eyes flutter shut for a brief second, and I imagine sinking my teeth into the plump skin of her bottom lip. They look deliciously sweet.
I swallow.
“Yes.”
She offers a sly grin, a carnal hunger twinkling in her eyes as she palms my cheek and grazes my lower lip with her thumb. “Behind this door there are ten, horny, beautiful women waiting for you…”
Ten women alternately fucking me? My god! This knowing is thrilling and intoxicating.
“…Two of them will greet us once the door opens. They will be nameless. Each woman will be wearing colored masks covering their eyes. These masks represent the colors of our flag, like the scarf I had you tie over your eyes. Speaking of which, where is it?”
“I left it in the car.” She disarms her car’s alarm and tells me she needs me to go get it and bring it to her. I do as I am told, feeling her burning gaze on my ass and hips. I return a few seconds later, handing it to her.
“Thanks. Now as I was saying. Some will want to finger-fuck you, maybe in your pussy, maybe in your ass. Others will want to tongue you. And, some—if not all—may want to fuck you…”
My breath quickens. My pussy clenches. Her words, the promise of being fucked dirty and raw, have become a powerful aphrodisiac.
“…with dildos or strap-ons, or both,” she pauses, letting her gaze drop slowly to my swelling breasts. My nipples have become hard with want. She reaches out and cups one of my breasts, bouncing it gently before grasping a nipple with her fingers. She pinches it over the fabric of my dress, and I gasp. My clit swells in my panties. “At some point you will be blindfolded, again, and your hands will be tied. You will be fucked and sucked and stretched beyond your slutty imagination. Everything you’ve said you wanted is behind that door waiting for you.”
Thoughts of fingers fucking my ass, my pussy, while a cock is fucking my throat, pushing past my tonsils and stretching my neck, has me practically drunk with want.
“Are you wearing underwear?”
Oh, shit. I forgot. She said no underwear. And my panties are sodden with heated lust. I nod. She steps into me, hiking my dress up over my hips and skating her hand over my pussy. Her sudden aggressiveness takes me by surprise as she goes into script. It is brazen and sensual. “You sweet, messy slut. Can’t follow simple instructions, I see.” She plays with my clit over the fabric. A soft moan bubbles out from the back of my throat as her hand slips into the waistband of my panties. “Take these off. You won’t be needing them. Or would you like them ripped off of you?” My underwear sticks to the folds of my horny pussy as she inches them down over my hips. They drop around my ankles and I slowly step out of them.
Tamara breathes in the air around her. “Mmmm. I smell your arousal. I can’t wait to see you getting fucked.” I blush, attempting to squat down to pick up my underwear. “No,” she says, grabbing my wrist. “Leave them.”
I blink. She leans in and licks my bottom lip, her hand slowly sliding down my body. “Sweet messy slut, pretending to be little Miss Innocent. Miss Money Maker. You’re nothing but a horny bitch.” Her mouth covers my taut nipple, clamping it between her teeth over the fabric of my dress.
My pussy is dripping, liquid heat dampening my inner thighs.
She pulls back, her gaze burning through me. “You want it rough? You want it dirty? You wanna be fucked senseless, filthy bitch? You want to feel the ram of a thick cock deep in you, don’t you? Well, tonight you will get exactly that.”
I groan.
Oh, god, yes!
I ache for Tamara to fuck me—right here on this filthy porch with its chipped paint and ivy-covered walls. Ache to have my orgasm mercilessly fucked out of me. To have my face pressed up against one of these dirty windows and be fucked from the back, deep and fast and hard.
Dammit, let’s fuck and get it over with! I know she feels what I feel.
Tamara peers into my eyes. She sees it. She hears what’s in my head. My hungry want. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes. But you already know this.”
She pulls me into her. Gives me a long, slow, juicy kiss that lingers long after she pulls back. Her hand continues downward, up my dress, her fingers searching through the neatly trimmed triangular patch of hair.
I part my legs, slightly, welcoming her in. She cups my pussy, then smacks it. “You’re going to be fucked like the slut you are,” she sneers, narrowing her eyes. “Is that what you want, whore?”
I wanna be your whore! I want you to fuck my slutty pussy!
“Yes.”
“Are you wet, yet?”
She doesn’t wait for my answer. She plunges two fingers into me, pushing through more wetness than I could ever imagine possible. She moves her fingers deliberately until she hits my G-spot and swishing sounds overwhelm me.
Oh, god, yes!
I swallow a scream.
She adds a third finger, and my knees almost buckle. With her free hand she pulls me in by the back of my neck and flicks her tongue over my lips, then into my mouth, savoring the lingering taste of cinnamon.
I climax instantly.
She kisses me deeply one last time, the intensity and passion behind it leaving me almost breathless, before pulling back and sharing one last-minute detail. “You’re a whore, so don’t expect any passion tonight. There will be no kissing. There will be no lovemaking. Whores don’t kiss. Whores aren’t made love to…” The more she talks, the more overcome I am with desire. This prolonged waiting is sweet agony. She knows exactly what she’s doing. Making me wait. Keeping me standing on the opposite side of a door that holds my fantasy.
“…Whores are fucked. They are disrespected.” She glances at her timepiece. “Your fantasy starts…now.” Her face hardens, her tone becomes harsh. She hikes her pencil skirt up over her hips, revealing her bare cunt. “On your knees and eat my pussy, bitch!”
I sink to my knees, not bothered by the splintering wood planks that cut into my skin, and bury my head between her legs. She braces herself up against the doorframe and wraps a leg up and around my shoulder. Her pussy opens to my touch. I alternate between flicking her clit with my tongue and thumb while moving my fingers deep inside her.
She moans as her juices ooze out of her. I squeeze her ass, my fingernails sinking into her skin as I nibble her clit. Her body jerks. She pumps her pussy into my mouth in a delicious rhythm. She grabs my head as I smear my face all in her dripping cunt, my nose furrowing into her slit to smell her, my tongue lapping around her thick, dewy lips to savor her.
“Finger-fuck me, bitch,” Tamara hisses. “Put a finger in my hot cunt and fuck me good.”
My burning pussy tightens as I slip my index finger, then middle finger, into her juicy center—the heat from her cunt sending electric waves through my fingertips as I pump my hand in and out.
I lick up and down over her clit.
When my lips circle her clit and start suckling, she groans. “Oooh, yes, eat that pussy.”
I smother her sweet wet pearl with soft kisses, and feel an upsurge of heat crashing through her as she grabs my head and fucks into my mouth. “Ooooh, yes, you freak-nasty bitch. Get all in that pussy, slut.”
This experience, eating cunt…her cunt, outside in the night air, is exhilarating.
I circle my tongue over her clit, then dip into her wet slit as she gives into the decadent pleasure of an orgasm. I get lost in her moaning and the rushing liquid that bubbles and boils out of my own cunt as she coats my tongue. I swallow in her juicy pussy, savoring every drop of her. Her sweet, tasty nectar is everything I imagined it would be.
Delicious.
“Get up,” she commands, yanking me by the arm. I jump to my feet and in one swift motion she is spinning me around, pressing her pelvis into my ass, entering my pussy from the back with two fingers. She growls in my ear. “I’m going to play in my wet cunt and watch you get fucked raw, you slutty bitch. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my voice cracking. “Oh, god, yes…” Her fingers continue plunging in and out, her fingernails scraping my inner walls and sending delightful waves of heat through my pussy.
And then…she withdraws her fingers, leaving my pussy vacant and needy.
“Now you’re ready.”
She knocks on the door three times. A few seconds later, it swings open and she nudges me forward. The place is cold and damp and dark. Lit torches and white candles of varying sizes are positioned about the area. Portable fog machines situated throughout the large space fill the room with a thick white cloud of fog, making it difficult to see. There are no introductions. Tamara air kisses the two women standing on either side of the door, then hands the one wearing a red mask the silk scarf. She whispers something into her ear, then walks off. I eye the sway of her hips as she walks in the opposite direction, the floorboards creaking beneath her clicking heels as she disappears into the fog. Not once does she look back.
I bring my attention to the two naked, masked women standing in front of me, waiting. “Welcome,” the one wearing the red mask says. I quickly take her all in. Blue rhinestones adorn the edges of her mask. There’s a rainbow scarf tied around her slender neck. She has honey-blonde hair, and skin the color of maple syrup. Her shimmering skin is flawless. My gaze drinks in the deep chocolate areolas that encircle plump mouthwatering nipples.
I swallow back my nerves, then say, “Hello.” My eyes trail downward. She’s wearing a corset harness with a purple Double Delight strap-on. I’d know that dildo from anywhere. I have one of my own. My inner walls tighten knowing she has six-inches of thick pleasure already inserted into her pussy while another six inches curve upward in front of her, waiting to please. Me.
Neither smiles. Red Mask’s lips curl into a sneer. “We’re here to fuck you raw, you worthless bitch.”
I gasp, slightly taken aback by the callousness in her voice. Although I know this is what I have asked for, I am still stunned.
Be careful what you ask for…
Erotic need.
Wild, dirty sex.
Snaking hands through my hair, head yanked back, thighs forced open, pussy lips pulled apart, teeth sinking into my velvety skin. Multiple cocks filling my holes. No-strings anonymous fucking. I know this is my fantasy. A mixture of conscious and subconscious desires colliding into reality. One I’ve yearned, waited for, for what seems like forever. And now…here I am.
“That is what you want, isn’t it, whore? To be fucked inside out? To be treated like a slut?” the one wearing an orange mask with beautiful green feathers asks. She is tall, slender, and dangerously feminine. Behind her half-mask her green eyes shimmer like precious emeralds. Around her waist and hips is an elastic harness. There’s a red eight-and-a-half-inch dildo attached.
My pussy tingles.
Without thought, I lick my lips. “Yes.”
In one swift motion, she rips open my dress. “Take this off. You’re here to fuck, bitch. Not look pretty. You want to be dominated, huh, you dirty slut?”
Let the games begin!
My pussy clenches. “Yes. Give it to me dirty, boo.”
In one swift motion, her hand is around my throat and I have to quickly remind myself that this is all an act. That it’s all part of the script. “I’m not your boo, slut!”
Orange Mask snatches my dress down off my shoulders, then looks inside at the designer name. “Oh, this stuck-up bitch is a label whore.”
Red Mask lets go of my throat. “Mmmph. We’ll have to make sure she’s fucked even harder then.”
Orange Mask balls up the four-hundred-dollar garment, then tosses it in my face. She yanks me by the arm. My heartbeat quickens as she slaps my right breast nipple, the sudden sting shooting straight to my clit. She slaps my left nipple.
I bite down on my bottom lip, and moan. She cups my left breast, then my right, gripping my nipples with her fingers. She pulls my left nipple, twists it, stretches it while pinching my right one.
My body shivers.
“Mmmm.”
Red Mask catches me off-guard, grabbing me by the throat again. This time her nails sink into my skin. “You like it rough, huh, slut?”
She is not hurting me, but she is choking me hard enough so that I am starting to get lightheaded. Unable to speak I nod my head. She loosens her grip, but keeps her eyes locked on mine. She leans in and bites down on my top lip.
My cunt vibrates.
“Being treated like a whore makes your pussy wet, doesn’t it? I hear you want to be gang-banged, is that right?”
“Y-yes,” I push out as she rams a finger into my still wet cunt. She stirs my pussy. A moan escapes me.
Red Mask withdraws her finger, shoving it up to my lips. “Suck it like it’s a dick, bitch.” My lips part and she rams her finger in. My mouth closes around it, then sucks. Her finger pushes in and out of my mouth as if it’s a dick fucking a wet pussy. My mouth waters and drools as my tongue laps around her knuckles.
Oh how I love the taste of my pussy.
“Spread your legs, bitch,” Orange Mask says in back of me, pressing a thigh between my legs and nudging them apart. She places her dick between my legs and tells me to close my thighs. She pumps her hips. Her smooth, red cock glides over my pussy lips. She reaches around and cups my breasts. “I wanna coat my dick with your juices before I fuck you.”
I blink, trying to adjust my eyes to the fog-filled room.
The rest of the house is in half darkness. I don’t see anyone else. But coming from another room the space is filled with what sounds to be the lascivious sounds of women sucking and licking on pussies—wet and hungry. In my mind’s eye, cum-coated fingers are flicking over slippery clits. I think I hear low moans of pleasure. But can’t be for sure. Maybe it’s all in my head. My mind is racing a mile a minute with all sorts of salacious thoughts. Still, so far, it is everything I imagine it would be—and I’m hoping even more. At least that is what my imagination leads me to believe.
Red Mask steps in closer. “Don’t worry. The others are warming up for you. Right now we are simply preparing you for what’s to come.” I can feel the sexual heat of the two women pressing against me. They have me sandwiched in between them. Orange Mask’s dick continues teasing my pussy lips, taunting my cunt as she slowly slides back and forth on it. I wish she’d ram it in me already. But she doesn’t. I don’t know how much of this sweet torture I can take before I explode.
Red Mask’s delicate hand slinks between my legs and she rubs my throbbing clit. My legs part slightly to her touch. She toys in my cunt, then pulls back.
Orange Mask steps back, her dick leaving the warm, wet space between my legs.<
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“Suck my dick,” she demands in a husky voice, snatching me by the arm and spinning me around to face her. She whirls me around so fast I almost get whiplash. “I want your cum-hungry lips on my dick. You like sucking dick?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Love it.”
“Then suck my shit like you love it, you dirty little cock whore.”
I reach for her dick. My fist slides up and down her shaft, pressing the base into her clit with every stroke. I bend over. Lick the head and run my tongue around it, tasting myself all over it. I work the length of her into my mouth, down into my throat, rubbing my pussy as my jaws clench around her shaft. Her cock slides smoothly, wetly, in and out, in and out.
I slip a finger into my pussy. Orange Mask bends her knees, her hands sliding through my hair, gripping my head.
“Yeah, suck that dick, you slutty bitch,” Red Mask urges, slapping me on the ass. “You want your pussy fucked hard, don’t you?” I grunt, bobbing my head back and forth over Orange Mask’s cock, sucking and slurping and gulping her in.
Red Mask presses the head of her dick into the back of my pussy, then slams it in. I gasp, almost choking on the dick that’s being shoved into my throat. A flash of searing pleasure blazes through me as Red Mask’s and Orange Mask’s thrusts become rougher.
They switch positions. Red Mask’s cock, slick with my pussy, enters my mouth. Orange Mask sticks her fingers into my pussy. “Your tight pussy’s real wet for this dick, huh?”
I groan as the crown of her dick brushes my pussy, then plunges inside of me, every inch of her dick disappearing in and out of my wetness.
I scream out when Red Mask pulls her cock out of my mouth. “Oh, yes! Fuck me! Ooooh, yes…your dick is so big. Uhh…uhh…”
Orange Mask grabs me by the hips and bangs her pelvis into me. “Is this how you want it, hard and fast? You want your cunt stretched?”
I am so overwhelmed with pleasure and heat that I am only able to grunt as she fucks me hard. I grow wetter than I already am around her, making her able to slip and slide into me, and fuck even deeper.