Bare Behind Bars / Isabella Gets Nailed / Stuck in the Window: 3 Stories of Interracial Infidelity in Dangerous Situations

by Felicity Fleming

  Rock hard, the stranger stepped up, between Sara’s legs, and she moaned as she felt his bare skin against the flesh of her inner thighs.

  His naked cock pressed against the lips of her glistening cunt. One push of his hips, and her pussy opened up to accept him.

  “Uuuuuh,” Sara arched her back, and reached out for Brandon’s hand. Her lover squeezed it, as she felt herself stretched and filled by a bareback, stranger’s cock.

  Brandon’s face was suddenly looking down at her, smiling proudly.

  “Look at you, you little slut,” he purred, squeezing her hand. “You don’t even know this fucker’s name, and you’d taking his cock inside of you.” He smiled. “I’m so proud of you.”

  Sara smiled. His pride made her feel warm.

  She relaxed back into the blankets, and felt her body open up to accept this stranger as he fucked her.

  He wasn’t handsome, or sexy, or muscular. But he had a big, thick cock and was sliding in and out of her with deep, sensual strokes. The fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom was both terrifying, and wildly sexy. Bareback sex always felt better, and this was no exception. Sara’s pussy quivered as she was fucked.

  Looking up, at the face of this stranger, she was intoxicated by the look of lust on his nondescript features.

  Sara realized she was probably the hottest woman he’d ever fucked – at least not without having to pay for it.

  And as if to confirm that, his thrusts got faster. He was getting close to cumming.

  “Cum in her,” Brandon ordered, watching intently. “Fill the slut up.”

  “Oh, Jesus,” the man groaned, and nodded frantically. “Oh, shit.” And then Sara felt his cock swell and throb inside her, and then she moaned as she felt him spurt wetly inside of her.

  “Oh, fuck,” the guy groaned, as he emptied his balls inside of her. “Jesus, what a fucking slut.” He wilted as his balls finally drained; and was roughly shoved out of the way and another man stepped up behind him.

  As he positioned himself, Brandon scrawled a line across Sara’s belly. The first of many, marking each cock she was to take.

  This next guy was skinny and wiry, and was wearing a YouPorn.com t-shirt. His long, hard cock poked out from underneath the hem like it was trying to escape. Sara sniggered at the thought.

  The guy ignored her. He wasn’t wearing a condom either, and as he stepped up, he grasped the root of his bareback; and nuzzled the head between the lips of Sara’s cum-filled pussy.

  And then he thrust.

  “Ooooh,” Sara groaned. His cock slid effortlessly inside her, with the previous stranger’s cum serving as lube. Within seconds, he was buried to the hilt, and his long, narrow cock had just the right upward curve to land right on her g-spot.

  “Fuck, you’re hot,” the wiry guy groaned, reaching forward and grab and squeeze one of Sara’s breasts in each hand. “I can’t believe you’re doing this, you fucking slut.” Sara moaned as she felt his rough grip on her tender flesh. “Jesus, you little whore.”

  The dias rattled as the wiry guy fucked her, pounding his hips into hers. The speed of his movements, and the way his hips ground against her clitoris, soon had Sara panting. Just a little bit more, she realized, and…

  That was it. She squeezed Brandon’s hand, and arched her back – feeling each thrust of the stranger’s dick pounding her g-spot like it was a big, red button marked “orgasm.”

  “Oh, fuuuuck!” She came, crying out and arching her back. Brandon practically had to pin her to the dias, as she flailed about in ecstasy. The wiry stranger continued to fuck her hard and fast, until her pussy squirted wetness and flooded the blankets.

  That triggered the stranger’s orgasm. Thrusting himself as deeply inside Sara as he could, he pinned her to the dias, skewering her with his cock. Then he looked down, deep into her eyes.

  “Are you even on the pill, slut?” Then he grinned. “I hope not,” and he exploded inside of her.

  Sara nearly came again, as she felt herself flooded his sperm.

  “Oh, you slut,” he groaned, emptying his churning balls inside of her. “Fuuuck, that’s good.”

  And then he was done. He pulled his softening cock from her, and it was followed by a deluge of cum from Sara’s twice-fucked pussy.

  Laughing, the wiry guy staggered back. Brandon scrawled a second tally mark across Sara’s belly, and let another man step forward.

  This guy was big, and beefy, and his thick cock lived up to the rest of him.

  Shivering with lust, Sara looked up at the stranger, and spread her legs wider. She groaned as he roughly entered her, sliding his bare cock into her dripping cunt. Then he began to thrust…

  Chapter Six

  She lost count after the fifth guy fucked her.

  By then, she’d cum twice more, and her pussy was flooded, and dripping with cum. She’d had five tally marks scrawled in Sharpie across her stomach, and the churning of all those cocks had turned her into a frothy mess…

  She was sticky, and disgusting, and eager for more.

  “Yes, you disgusting whore,” Brandon purred, his cock tenting the front of his pants. “Is there nothing you wouldn’t fuck?” He grinned lasciviously. “I could bring a Great Dane in here and you’d fuck it, wouldn’t you?”

  Sara moaned at the thought.

  Right at that second, the husband or boyfriend of the Latino woman was fucking her, and while she might have given him permission, the chubby woman was looking on with obvious jealousy.

  Unlike all the other men, this man wore a condom. Presumably because his wife or girlfriend didn’t want him fucking a stranger, bareback, in a club. After all, that was the sort of reckless behaviour only sluts like Sara indulged in.

  But Sara didn’t care. She was just lost in the moment; feeling her body sliding back and forth on the blankets, as the Latin man pounded her pussy almost to the point of orgasm again.

  She was so close, in fact, that she mewled in disappointment when the Latino woman’s boyfriend pulled out of her. He’d cum, and the latex glove was swollen with his hot, thick load.

  “Give it here,” the Latino woman demanded, snatching the condom from her husband’s rapidly softening cock. “Here – you want this, puta?” And she held the condom up, tipped it over and let the scalding hot cum slither right onto Sara’s face.

  “Fuuuck,” Sara felt the hot wetness splatter her cheek and lips. It was humiliating. Degrading.

  Kind of hot.

  But the Latin woman wasn’t done with her yet.

  Grabbing Sara’s hips, she flipped the smaller woman over. Sara suddenly found herself on her tummy, ass and legs hanging off the dias. Her stomach was clammy, the blankets squishy with the cum that had dribbled out of her.

  “You want to be a slut?” The Latin woman hissed, and spanked Sara hard on her ass. “I’ll show you what a slut does.” And then she pulled up her skirt, to reveal she was wearing a thick, black strap-on underneath.

  Then she accepted a fistful of lubricated gel Brandon squished into her hand. She slathered up her strap-on, and then slapped her dripping hand between Sara’s ass-cheeks to wipe off the remainder.

  “How many men have you been fucked by, you little slut?” Reaching forward, the Latino woman grabbed a fistful of Sara’s hair. “Ten? Fifteen?” She pulled it back – forcing Sara’s back into an arch. “Maybe I show you what it’s like to really get fucked.”

  And then, with her other hand, the thickset woman aimed her dripping strap-on between Sara’s ass cheeks, and pressed the tip hard against her wrinkled, pink asshole.

  “Ahhhhh!” Sara cried out, as the Latin woman tried to cram the dick into her ass. “Oh, fuuuuck!” Her ass held out as long as it could – but soon the inexorable pressure and that slippery lube allowed the inevitable.

  The big, rubbery cock “popped” past the ring of resistance and sunk inside her ass.

  “Don’t go easy on her,” Brandon demanded. “Bust the little slut’s ass open.”


  The Latino woman grinned as she heard that.

  “Oh, fuck,” Sara sobbed. “Oh, fuck!” And she reached over to cling to the side of the dias, as she was roughly and deeply sodomized.

  Brandon looked on with concern – and he might have even stepped in to intervene, except that the thickset Latino woman was clearly as unfit as her figure suggested. Within moments she was glistening in sweat, and in just a couple of minutes she pulled her strap-on from Sara’s ass and practically collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.

  Sara flopped down onto the dias, exhausted.

  But her night wasn’t over. A man in black leather gear and a menacing gimp mask stepped up behind her, stroking a cock that was impossibly thick and veiny; swollen obscenely by a rigid mental cock ring.

  It was grotesque, yet magnificent. With a barely audible grunt, the muscular gimp shuffled forward, and pressed the head of his bareback cock against Sara’s already-ravished ass.

  The Latino woman had done the hard work for him. With a single thrust, he sunk his bare shaft deep inside her.

  “Oh, my God!” Sara’s back arched, as she felt her ass stretched and filled a second time – this time by the warm, smooth flesh of a human being. “Oh, God…”

  Chuckling, the gimp started fucking her; with long, slow, deep strokes that had Sara gasping and groaning. She jiggled her hips, trying to adjust to a more comfortable position. She clung to the edge of the dias, trying to brace herself against the big, muscular man’s powerful thrusting.

  Frantic – feeling like she was going to be split in two – Sara looked up desperately towards Brandon – and saw him looking down at her breathlessly.

  The bulge in the front of his suit pants was unmistakable. And, as he crossed around to the front of the dias, his intentions were too.

  Chapter Seven

  Sara moaned, as her ass from stretched and fucked from behind.

  And as she moaned, she looked up, to see Brandon unzipping the front of his pants, and pulling out his own long, hard cock.

  Sara’s mouth watered. Even after everything she’d been through that night, Brandon had trained his Pet so well that her mouth always watered when she saw his thick, beautiful cock.

  Cum dripping down her face, still being thrust back and forth by the gimp’s hip movements, Sara opened her mouth wide and moaned as she felt Brandon sink his hard, throbbing cock inside it.

  “Go on, suck it, you whore,” he groaned, as he felt her deliciously warm, wet mouth start to suck. “You love to suck cock. That’s why I didn’t give you any tonight.” He groaned, as Sara reached up with one hand to caress his balls, and her tongue swirled around the head of his cock. “You were just fuckmeat tonight. Only I get your mouth.”

  Sara closed her eyes, luxuriating in the familiar taste and feel of Brandon’s cock in her mouth. This is what she’d craved all evening. Her lover’s firm, throbbing flash between her lips. She sucked eagerly; always eager to please and service him.

  She was so focused on pleasuring Brandon that she almost didn’t register the gimp’s groan of pleasure behind her – but she let out a muffled cry as thrust himself deeply into her ass, and she felt his cock swell, and throb, and spurt his cum deep inside her.

  A moment later, the big, leather-clad man pulled his softening cock from her tormented ass – squeezing the last drops of his cum over her cheeks. It smeared the writing on her ass, the Sharpie ink running on the words BUTT SLUT.

  Sara moaned as each hot drip hit her, and almost came herself.

  And the moment the gimp staggered back, another man came to take his place – another bareback cock, belonging to another faceless stranger. This one took her ass too – her tight little tush well and truly loosened up now. It actually felt good when this new cock slid inside her ass, and she groaned as the stranger began to fuck her.

  “That’s it, Pet,” Brandon whispered words of encouragement to her, and reached down to stroke her cum-flecked cheek. “You’re such a good little whore.”

  Sara swooned at the praise, and began to suck harder, and use her tongue faster. At the same time, encouraged by his words, she began to hump back at the guy fucking her ass; jiggling her booty at him until he groaned, and she felt his cock throb and swell inside her as he blew his load deep inside her butt.

  “Oh, man,” just like before, the stranger pulled his softening cock from Sara’s ravished ass, squeezing out the last few drops over her pale ass cheeks. Cum was dribbling down the crack of her ass now; both pussy and ass flooded and used.

  But they weren’t finished yet. Another man followed – skinny and balding. His cock wasn’t impressive, but he made up for it with enthusiasm. He buried his bareback cock into her cum-filled pussy, and pounded Sara hard and fast until she had to take a break from sucking Brandon’s cock so she could loudly, and noticeably, climax.

  “Oh fuck,” she groaned, as the skinny guy humped her furiously. “Oh yes.”

  “Damn, you’re a hot bitch,” the dude groaned. “You’re the hottest bitch I ever fucked.” And then he thrust himself deeply inside her and flooded her well-used cunt with his seed.

  And that was the same time that Brandon started to cum. Grabbing Sara’s chin, he turned her to face him, and she opened her mouth obediently – ready to catch the spurts of cum that suddenly exploded from his cock.

  She was splattered inside and out at exactly the same moment – doused in cum. It felt like rain, as it covered her face.

  And then, slowly it stopped.

  Chapter Eight

  It was over.

  The last of the swingers had taken their turn with her, and Brandon quickly scooped Sara up before new arrivals decided their wanted a try. He led the naked, trembling girl to a private room, where she stood in front of the mirror and gazed at herself with astonishment.

  The beautiful, poised princess who’d left her home that evening was no more. Now she was a naked, sweaty, red-faced mess with dishevelled hair and mascara running down her cheeks.

  Red hand prints marked her breasts. Cum glistened on her face. Sperm was dribbling down her thighs, dripping from her flooded and well-used pussy and ass.

  She looked about as freshly-fucked as a woman could.

  And then there was Brandon, standing behind her, putting his arms around her.

  He turned Sara to face him, and kissed her hard on the mouth – ignoring the taste of cum on her lips.

  “You are amazing, Pet,” he purred, stroking her hair. “You made me so proud.”

  Sara smiled as she heard that. Brandon’s rage and anger and arousal had gone. Now he was loving, and sweet.

  “Take one more look in the mirror,” he ordered. “Before we clean you up.” And so Sara did – studying what a mess she looked like.

  Cum dribbled down her face. The word SLUT was smeared on her tits. Cum dribbled down her thighs, smearing the words CUM SLUT and FUCK ME until they were barely legible.

  She looked disgusting. She loved it.

  “Before tonight,” Brandon asked, rubbing her shoulders, “how many men had you slept with?”

  Sara thought about it for a second. “Maybe ten?”

  “Well, you took on twice that number this evening,” her lover purred, “and you looked beautiful doing it.” He kissed her neck, and slid his hand around her stomach – ignoring the sticky residue the other men had left. “I am proud of you, Pet.”

  * * *

  The aftermath of that wild night was bittersweet.

  Sara was filthy, and naked. Her beautiful sundress was a torn strip of cotton lying on the sex club floor, covered in footprints and cum.

  Brandon had packed a robe in his duffel bag, and he wrapped Sara in that as he led her outside. A $50 tip had one of the club bouncers hail them a cab – and, a moment later, they were driving uptown, towards their suite at the Waldorf Astoria.

  A valet at the front door of the luxury hotel opened the long, low door of the cab, and helped Sara out. Not a word was spoken about the fact she was
wearing nothing but a bathrobe – and, thank God, the lobby was practically deserted.

  Wet wipes had removed most of the cum from her face, but Sara still felt incredibly self-conscious.

  That self-consciousness passed as Brandon led her to an elevator, and they were soon whizzing upstairs towards the luxury rooms.

  “You went as down and dirty as you could for me,” Brandon purred, squeezing her hand. “Now I think it’s time you get treated like the lady you are.”

  Chapter Nine

  A luxurious suite awaited, along with an ice-bucket brimming with champagne, and a broiling hot shower complete with luxurious oils and lotions.

  Sara slid into the shower and rinsed her body clean; soaping herself up and watching the sweat, cum and running mascara from her body.

  It was bittersweet, rinsing the words written across her. She brushed a sponge over the words CUM SLUT on her belly, and watched the black ink circle the drain and eventually disappear.

  It was like she was washing herself of her inhibitions; setting herself free for the first time in forever.

  Then, padding out of the bathroom in a towel, she found Brandon naked on the king-sized bed, waiting for her.

  He patted the side of the bed, and Sara hopped up onto it, snuggling into his arms.

  He kissed her, and peeled the towel away from her and crushed her to the bed.

  And it was beautiful. Embracing her, Brandon made Sara feel everything that she hadn’t in the sex club. Adored. Worshipped. Embraced.

  Brandon started by kissing a path down Sara’s freshly-scrubbed belly, and opening her thighs to kiss between her legs. His tongue and lips worshipped her pussy, still filled with stranger’s cum. Soon, his tongue was circling her clitoris so deliciously that she couldn’t stand it anymore. Sara yanked at his hair: “Please, I want you inside me.”