by Amy Brent
I remembered he’d told me that his friend Melanie had performed for a group of voyeurs and how they would look but not touch anything or anyone but themselves.
“I’m going to leave the blindfold on at first, do you understand?”
“Yes–
“No names, baby. Address me as Sir.” I hoped like hell I’d be able to remember that and nodded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good.”
“State your age for the men, baby.” I realized that these perverts would probably get off to that information alone.
“I’m twenty-three.” I’d just had a birthday, but I didn’t think he would want me to be that specific.
There was a rumble through around me as the men moaned and made sounds of appreciation. I heard a few zippers and the rustling of clothes, and then I panicked as Ross’ hand left me.
Luckily it was only for a moment, but when I felt them again, he put his hand on my arm and lay me back. I thought of all the men in the room and wondered if he’d allow them to touch me. He’d had me wear a pair of jeans and a tank top without a bra, and soon enough I knew why. My jeans came off. First, his hands tugging them down and a few sounds of approval sounded from the men. My cheeks burned, and I couldn’t help but imagine them with their hands all over me, probing my most private places while they pleasured themselves.
“Now, I’m going to remove the shirt, so don’t be afraid.” I didn’t know what he meant until I felt his hands gripping my shirt and heard the straps breaking. He tugged the shirt down to my waist and soon it was gone too exposing my small breasts and pink nipples.
“Nice, aren’t they?” Ross asked, and the sounds of approval were a tad more strained now. I could hear the sound of slapping flesh and breathing so strangled that I wondered if someone had asthma.
Ross’ hands left me again, and I didn’t like it when he did that. “Please don’t take your hands away.”
“Sh. Be a good girl. You wouldn’t want me to have to find something around here to keep your little mouth occupied, now would you?”
“No, sir.” My eyes widened though none of them could see, but as my mouth popped open, and a few of them softly chuckled.
“Pick your legs up and spread them. I’m going to undress.” He would be naked too? I became more and more anxious at what he had planned. He cleared his throat, and I realized that I hadn’t done as he said.
I lifted my legs and spread them wide showing all I had to the entire room.
“That’s a good girl. You need to do everything I tell you, or else these men are going to take turns spanking you.” For some reason, I didn’t mind the idea of that and wouldn’t mind their hands on me as Ross fucked me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Isn’t she agreeable,” Ross said getting a few more laughs from the crowd.
His hand was suddenly on my pussy, and I nearly jumped off the bed, my legs falling until they hit him. I realized he caught them both and then he placed them on his shoulders. In another moment, he had hold of my hips and pulled me forward. “I’m going to fuck you now while these nice gentlemen watch us. Are you good with that?” I knew I had no option and though it was embarrassing in a way, it was also fun. I felt like I was performing an act on stage and in a way, I was. The sounds of slapping skin sounds grew, and I knew the men were all stroking as Ross nudged his cock inside me. I winced and moaned like a total slut, and he rubbed my tits, leaning over to take one into his mouth. I remained handcuffed and blindfolded as he sped up his pace.
“That’s right, moan like a little slut for them. They’re watching you. Seeing your little slick, hairless pussy getting used. I should let them all have a turn in you.”
“Please, no.” I didn’t think he’d really do that. He’d always told me that he’d never let anyone else have me. But perhaps I’d failed to know the specifics of his declaration.
“No? I think that’s my choice isn’t it, baby? Not yours, not now that you belong to me.”
He leaned in close. “It’s okay to like it. It’s okay to want it. Trust me, and tell me you do, baby. Tell me the idea of all of these men around you, makes you fucking wet for them.”
“It’s different.” I cried out.
“Tell me.” I didn’t want to hurt him, but it did turn me on, and not that I wanted them too.
“It’s not like you think. I want them to want me, to crave what they can’t have.” He made a moaning sound at that and steady stroked me.
“That’s the idea, baby. They all know they can’t have you and that’s what makes it hot for them too. But you know, I think you feel like being generous.”
I did. I wanted them to touch me, for their hands to be on me while Ross alone fucked me. I wanted them so close, gathered around so I could feel them near.
“A little.” I was too scared to admit it.
“Tell me.” His tone was demanding, and my heart beat faster as I prepared to explain.
“I want to feel their hands on me while you make me come.”
“That’s very generous. I told you, gentlemen, she was a special girl. Come and make her feel good.” There were more sounds of approval and then hands lightly touched me, fingertips. They rubbed arms first and then my breasts and nipples, at least four hands there. I knew the stroking hadn’t stopped, so for each hand, there was a new person. Then a hand stroked my tummy and drew soft circles around my naval and trailed down to my pussy where he rubbed my bare mound.
“She looks much younger, doesn’t she?” Ross said as I was lost in a sea of touch. There were at least ten men in the room besides Ross, and they were stroking my face and my lips and even my hair. It felt amazing, and after a moment, I was totally relaxed with Ross’s cock working me as the hands caressed me, but then he said something that caught my attention.
“Sure, you can rub it on her cheek.” Suddenly, there was a blunt, warm head stroking my cheek and it was so close to my mouth and nose that I could not only smell his come, but I could easily turn my head and pull him into my lips.
It was so tempting, but I wasn’t sure what Ross would think. Instead, I turned my head and let him rub my mouth. “Go ahead baby; I know you want to.” I did too, and so I opened my mouth and took the stranger’s cock as he stroked it. I worked it greedily and got a little rough considering it wasn’t nearly as big as I was used to.
After a moment of thinking how filthy I was, I came, clenching Ross’ cock. “That’s a good girl, come all over it. I love you so much, baby. Isn’t she a good girl?” The other sounded out their approval, and soon that cock pulled out, and I felt a hot splash of come hit my chest.
Then I heard shuffling, and another stepped up as Ross instructed and I tasted him too. One by one they came to me as Ross gave me orgasm after orgasm, but he never let them take me. Between cocks, I asked if I could see, and after clearing it with the men, Ross took off my blindfold, and I could see the variety of men who’d I’d been servicing. There were only fifteen men, including Ross, and each was truly handsome in their own way, their cocks each one so different, and yet so satisfying. They rubbed me, some still stroking their cocks and watching how Ross was fucking me. I was in heaven. But nothing compared to when Ross leaned down and kissed me as he came deep inside me.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Tori. We’re going to have so much fun together.” I closed my eyes and smiled thinking of everything we’d have together. All of the things he’d learned during his days working for his friend had truly been to my benefit after all.
I closed my eyes and savored every minute.
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A BABY FOR MY SEAL
Chapter 1
Shareena Hues spent most of her time in nature. As a photographer, which was her passion and hobby, nature always had her in awe. Sure, she had to pay the bills by doing portfolio work, but her love was nature. Birds and wildlife, the way the plants, trees, and streams would look. She never felt more at peace as she did when she was deep in the woods snapping pictures, and capturing pieces that very few people took the time to appreciate.
She had been published in numerous magazines, and had written articles to go with them. Writing wasn’t nearly as fun for her, but she was getting good at writing descriptive articles that allowed visuals in words to go with the pictures.
What she stumbled upon today surprised her. Out in the middle of nowhere, there was a body, laying in a field face down. Carefully making her way over to it, she poked it with her toe. The body shuddered and she realized he was alive. Bending down she helped him turn over and saw a very attractive man, in a navy uniform. It was a good two hours from the nearest naval port or coast, so he was a long way from home.
“What are you doing all the way out here?” She asked him as he woke up and looked at her with one eye.
“Bachelor party… gone wild.” He muttered and sat up, holding his head.
“You had a party all the way out here?” She asked him, shocked.
“No, it was in town a few minutes from her. The stripper was giving me a ride home. She dropped me off here, took my wallet, and left me to rot. She took my cell phone too.” He muttered. “I know, I know, but I don’t hit ladies. So don’t give me that look.”
“You let a stripper take advantage of you?” Shareena stared at him and then started to laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“You remind me of hot chocolate and smell like vanilla and cinnamon. Unless you want me to eat you, please help me up and let me borrow your cell phone so I can call a buddy to come rescue me,” realizing he didn’t give her his name, he paused and felt slightly embarrassed. “Charles, sorry. My name is Charles Danlies. You can call me Charlie though.”
“Okay Charlie, I’m Shareena. I have my cell phone back in my car, if you think you can walk that far without falling over.” She helped him up and realized that he towered over her. She could feel his muscles through his uniform and while she wasn’t a small girl, he made her feel delicate and tiny compared to him. The man was a giant.
“Did you know you have skin the color of mocha? And your eyes remind me of whisky.” He told her, as he looked down at her, “I totally am not hitting on you. However, you are beautiful. Thank you for your help.”
Shareena didn’t know whether to laugh or feel embarrassed. The man was clearly still intoxicated, despite his night spent in the grass.
“So, is anyone missing you?” She asked him quietly, changing the subject.
“No, I work for Navy intelligence. I’m an investigator. I’m on vacation right now. I spent a few years as a regular navy guy. I also spent some time as a navy seal, but I found my interest was investigations and undercover work. I’m also talking too much, so tell me what a beautiful woman like yourself is doing out here.” Charlie asked her, and wondered how to get her number without coming off like a creep.
“I’m a photographer. I was out here trying to get some work done. Actually, hold on, don’t move, the lighting is perfect.” She told him, and then stood back and took a few pictures of him with the sun high in the sky with him looking bewildered as she snapped a few pictures. “Perfect!”
“If you say so,” Charlie muttered.
“I have a consent form in my ca. I will just need a signature to use and sell these photos, if you don’t mind?” Shareena asked him and smiled in his direction, her teeth flashing between her lips.
“Only if you agree to go on a date with me,” Charlie told her and raised a brow as they reached his car.
She hesitated slightly. She barely knew him, but it was clear he was a bit of a trouble maker despite being navy intelligence with a background that she admitted had her fascinated. She’d never gone out with a military man before, of any sort. Normally she dated bankers, and intellectual types. This man had brute strength and reminded her of Hercules. Maybe a change of the type of man would be a good thing. She could at least use a little fun.
Handing him a release form and a pen, she nodded. “Deal, but I get to pick when and where.”
“As long as it’s within the next week, or I get to decide,” he told her as he filled out the paper and handed it back to her. “Can I use your phone now?”
“Sure, or I could give you a ride?” Shareena offered before she could stop herself. For some reason, she felt the urge to help him. Something about him had her drawn to him. Despite his size and his obvious military training, she wasn’t scared of him. His bad boy nature seemed to extend to acts of stupid, rather than scary.
“I’d offer to pay for your gas, but I’m missing my wallet.” He gave her a quirky grin and she laughed.
“I think I can afford the gas to help you out, as long as you pay for dinner.” She told him and got into her car, and started it. When he slid into the seat next to her, his blue eyes twinkled.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less. A gentleman always pays for a pretty lady’s meal,” he told her and winked.
“Somehow, you don’t strike me as much of a gentleman,” Shareena told him, then started to back out of the park’s parking lot to take him where he needed to go.
Chapter 2
Shareena hadn’t intended to get overly involved in her wayward navy man, but the dinner date went so well and she had such a good time, she found herself agreeing to another outing. A picnic.
“You love nature so much, a picnic is the perfect place for us to have our next date,” he told her and cupped her cheek outside of the restaurant. He didn’t do more than kiss her cheek, which left her stomach in flutters. She had taken him for a more aggressive type of man, yet he was holding back with her.
She wasn’t sure if she was flattered, or slightly offended. Amused either way, she smiled at him. And agreed to a time and date.
“I will see you then Charlie,” blowing him a kiss as she walked away from him and back to her car. She could feel his eyes on her back and knew he was watching her. When she got home, she fed her cat. She smiled at Frosty, her white kitty with blue eyes, and told him all about her date with Charlie.
The cat paused when eating to look up and tilt its head, as if he understood what she was saying, before going back to eating his food. Shareena stopped to pet him for a moment, then went about her business.
They’d be meeting again in three days. It was his next day off, and he wanted to take her back to the park where they’d met. He had joked about re-meeting under better circumstances there, and where she could get the pictures she’d missed since she’d stopped to help him.
She wondered what it would be like to kiss him, he had such soft, pink lips. He was hard in all the places that mattered, she’d describe him as stocky. He was solid, and looked like he could hold his own if he ever got in a fight. She liked his body type. She wasn’t exactly a tiny girl, but next to him, he made her feel downright feminine. His hands were huge compared to her. It made her wonder what else about him was huge. Smiling
to herself, she fell asleep that night with images of them making love in the sunshine on a picnic blanket.
When the time came for him to pick her up a few days later for the picnic, Shareena took extra care primping in front of her mirror. She knew that he probably didn’t care nearly as much as she did, but she plucked and massaged until her face shined and there wasn’t a single stray hair out of place anywhere.
She picked a summer dress with a light over-coat in case it got cold and strappy sandals she could walk in. Normally she was a jeans and a t-shirt kind of girl, but for Charlie she felt the urge to dress up. The dress hugged her curves like it was glued on, her abundant cleavage left nothing to the imagination as it was impossible to hide in most shirts in general. Might as well show it off.
He opened the door for her, and she smiled at him. She had her backpack with her, which had her first aid kit, portable camera equipment, wallet, cellphone, and keys. She never went anywhere without it, even on a picnic date. You never know when you’d need something, or want to stop to take a picture.
They drove to the field where she’d first met him, he spread out a blue and white blanket and got a picnic basket out of the trunk. Setting it down in the middle, he sat down and pulled out two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine.
“This okay?” Charlie asked her and she nodded at him.
Sitting down next to him on the blanket, she could feel the sun shining down on her back as he unpacked the basket. He had meats and cheeses, breads and butter, and the red wine. He had dark chocolate candies for dessert. Most of it was snack style foods, and she appreciated the variety.
Eating quietly, they talked about their jobs and their families. He was an only child, and he admitted that when his parents died, they’d left him an inheritance. She didn’t ask him if he was rich, or how much. But the impression he gave her when he clammed up when talking about money, he was pretty well off.