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My husband Tom was out of town again for the weekend at a conference in Blackpool, and it seemed that I was destined to be spending our first wedding anniversary by myself.
It was a sales seminar he had to go to, one he said he just could not have missed. I had pleaded that he stay with me at home. Our marriage, I had argued, was more important than his job! I yelled at him! He yelled at me! It was our first, our very first anniversary, and he was taking off and leaving me in Manchester alone!
Chrissie was my boss at work, a woman in her late twenties who was perhaps eight or ten years older than I was. She was also married to the owner of the company and had taken a liking to me from the day on which I started working there. It was as though I were her kid sister, the way she cared for me and helped me.
Chrissie’s husband owned the company where we worked. He was a Middle Eastern man in his late forties who I had never met; but whose picture I had seen in Chrissie’s office. He was also very good looking, especially for his age, and likely could have attracted almost any woman that he wanted – perhaps including me!
He was also apparently quite wealthy and as well as owning property in France and other parts of Europe he also owned a film studio where Chrissie said he produced and distributed movies for the porn industry. I was interested, not sufficient that I needed to watch one; but it was really hard for me to understand how a man so gorgeously handsome and attractive as he was might be involved in such a thing!
The business, the company where I worked with Chrissie was quite legitimate, a marketing company taking care of imported goods from Eastern Europe, and far removed from porno flicks and women taking off their clothes and fucking cocks and dildos!
It was a Friday afternoon. There were tears, tissues being used to wipe away the gathering moisture from my eyes as I was trying just the best I could to stop from ruining my mascara. Chrissie had noticed, and had come to me and asked me what was wrong? She was one of the few people in Manchester who I well enough that I could tell her what was wrong, and express my feelings to about how I felt that Tom had treated me!
She had taken me for a drink at a little pub just down from where we worked on Chesmire Street. It was there, on that occasion that my life would be forever changed; where the world would take upon itself a new and rather interesting perspective!
We had giggled and we drank too much. She suggested, if I wanted, we could maybe go to her place and asked if I smoked pot? I told her that I didn’t; that I tried it once in high school but had never tried it since. She asked me if I liked to fuck. I said I really loved it, and she said she’d done a foursome once; a gangbang with three guys. I wanted her to tell me more. She’d done it back in high school. She’d fucked each one; then fucked them all; three cocks in her at once!
I wondered what it might be like? I thought of how they’d do it? She said I should come home with her. I’d drunk too much! I’d had enough! I told her that I shouldn’t.
We giggled and she rubbed my thigh. She whispered then into my ear and said she’d like to fuck me! I told her she was silly! She asked how many guys I’d fucked. I told her there were seven. She said I should come home with her. We’d fuck her horny husband! We’d smoke some pot and take some pills and fuck him till his tongue came loose and hung from in his mouth!
The thought of it had made me wet. Her husband was real cute. I wondered if he'd like me. We sat inside the darkened booth, her hand upon my thigh. She rubbed it; then went further up. I did not want to stop her! She said I had the cutest boobs, her hand against my knickers. She said I should come home with her. She’d really like to fuck me!
The conversation faltered. I had gasped and lost my breath! Her hand went in my knickers and I did not want to stop! She asked about my husband. How often did we fuck? Her thumb caressed my clitoris. A finger fucked my cunt! She asked me if I liked it. I whispered that I did.
I thought of Tom. I loved him. I thought of what he’d done! I thought of the confession he had given of his stag. They were all inside a hotel room and drunk and being stupid. They had got him on a table and had ripped off all his clothes! The stripper danced above him; then knelt above his shaft! She had held upon his penis and had felt it growing hard. She had put it in her pussy nest, and rubbed it in her lips. His cock had gone ecstatic! It had gone inside her hole. The others cheered and whistled as his balls approached her butt. He had fucked her horny pussy. He had squirted in her cunt. He had squirted on her belly, on her breasts and on her face!
They had thought that it was funny and had watched her suck his cock. They laughed about it after. She got paid five hundred quid!
It had happened just a year ago, the night before the wedding. He had told me he was sorry. It wasn’t all his fault! They were drunk and they were stupid! It was done without intent! I hated him for doing it! I hated all involved! I wanted to get even, but I did not want to cheat! I had asked him if he liked it? He swore that he did not! I said he was a liar and cried for several weeks!
The wetness of my juices now flowed upon her hand. My pussy squeezed her finger as though it were a cock! I was trying to be quiet! The moans I made were soft. She was telling me she liked me. She pecked me on the cheek. I was cumming! I was cumming! I was cumming like a whore!
She said I had a horny cunt. I told her it was wrong! She insisted I come home with her and promised we’d have fun! She said I’d like her husband. He really loved to fuck! She said we’d do a threesome. We’d fuck him till he dropped! His cock she said was better than any she had fucked! I told her I was tired; that I needed to go home! She said I should come home with her and ‘play’ and have some fun!
I told her that I shouldn’t! She told me that I should! I could fuck his horny penis as he fucked her with his tongue! I was tempted just to try it! Was I crazy? Was she mad? I was wrestling with my sanity! I needed to go home!
We giggled as we left the pub. We kissed and then we parted; then I got into a taxicab and went back to my house.
I’d been dreaming. I was half awake and lying in my bed. I was playing with my beaver, a finger in its mouth. I thought about her husband? I thought of what she’d said. I thought about his photograph. I thought he looked real cute! I masturbated freely, my beaver soaking wet! The thoughts it seemed obsessed me. I thought I’d phone her up. I wanted him to fuck me, and feel his horny cock!
I thought about the incident, last night inside the pub! A public place with people round, her finger in my pussy as I climaxed like a whore! Had they seen me? Did it matter? It seemed that it did not!
It was then that my mind began to think about an incident that happened in my youth, a rape of sorts; the only sexual experience of the few that I had had at the time in which another female, a person of the same gender as myself was involved.
Sam was a sixteen year old Lebanese girl, a few months older than I was. It was her sixteenth birthday party, and I had gone to her place for a sleepover. A sexual experience as such we had was definitely something I had even never thought of previously! The fact was I even had a boyfriend at the time, a kid who I was happily involved with and having sex with on a regular basis once or twice each week!
It was all so innocent, the way that it had started. We had showered together, and then as were drying off our eyes beheld the shaving cream, and a man’s razor sitting there beside it at the sink.
We giggled; then we did it, as Sam lay on the floor. Her thighs were spread wide open as I lathered her with shaving cream then shaved her pubic hair. It was then she did the same to me, and then as though she hardly knew her thumb caressed my clitoris and caused me to respond! She kissed me, then she fingered me and heard the murmured gasps, the wetness of my pussy as her finger fucked my cunt! She knew what parts to play with. It was gentle; it was soft! She had taken me to heaven, and didn’t need a cock!
It was a private experience, one that I had never shared with anyone including Tom, a night of sex and pleasures hardly imagined! We had gone into her bedroom and lay naked on her bed, and she kissed me like a lover, the way she’d kiss a boy! We sucked each others nipples and our fingers fucked our cunts, and then it was we turned around, my face between her legs!
Her tongue caressed my wetness, and licked my horny clit. Her finger was inside me as I fucked it like a cock! I had never felt so horny, so anxious to be fucked! I was lying up above her, my pussy dripping wet!
It was then that it had happened! I had felt a male cock! I was moaning! I was gasping! I was almost out of breath! I could feel her hands upon me as they rubbed my little tits! She was taking me to heaven! I thought I’d lost my mind! His hands were on my buttocks and hers were on my tits!
The male cock slipped into me, its balls against my butt; the cock inside my wetness now filled my horny cunt! I wanted it to fuck me! I did not want to stop! I tried to turn to see him. The darkness hid his face. His cock now found my g-spot! I thought I might go nuts! It was rubbing in my wetness as I fucked it with my cunt! I heard as he was gasping! He was squirting in his seed; then he took his cock from out of me then pushed me on my back!
I looked at him and saw him; his cock was really big and was squirting on my belly, on my breasts, then on my face! The man was so much older! I wondered who he was; then no sooner was he finished than he quickly left the room!
I was lying there exhausted as I tried to gain my breath; his cum upon my belly, on my breasts and in my cunt! I was gathering my senses, not certain what I'd done! He hadn't used a condom! He had cum inside my hole!
I was frightened! It was scary! I was almost overwhelmed! My cunt was full of semen from a man I did not know! They had taken me to heaven! The sex we had was great! Was I pregnant with his child? I was dripping with his cum?
I cried, fearing already the possibility of what could happen! I felt myself becoming nauseated, almost wanting to throw up. The realization of what had just happened now became much more apparent! The bastard had just raped me! I’d reacted like a whore!
It was then that I told Sam that I felt sick; then phoning my mother and I had asked if she would come and pick me up. I was worried, feeling dirty, overwhelmed by what had happened! I had just been raped, by an older man who I had never met, a foreigner who might have even been Sam’s father!
It was an incident that Sam and I never talked about. I never really had much to do with her after that, and the friendship was quickly brought to termination quite soon after. The rape, which I had felt it was, was never mentioned. It was an incident in my life that I wanted to forget!
It is interesting, I think, the way it is that the human mind works and the erotic feelings that are encumbered within the soul as one remembers such events. The cock, though not invited, had given pleasure I never might have imagined had the incident with Sam not happened! I had cum, as I had never cum in all my life before!
I was playing with myself, softly fucking myself with my finger as I awoke that Saturday morning to the sound of a lawnmower outside. Getting up to close the window I wondered what Tom might be doing at this moment? Did he miss me, the way that I missed him? I was horny; overwhelmed by wicked thoughts of things I might have done had I been bold enough to try it, and gone back home to her place, and not mine!
He waved to me, the boy pushing the mower across the lawn as I stood beside the window, still tying up the robe. I watched his muscles ripple! I was hornier than hell! The shorts that he was wearing were all that he had on!
He was young, perhaps more handsome than any kid I’d seen. I opened up the window. He turned the mower off. The sweat was dripping from him. I told him he looked hot! I said I had some soft drink, and invited him inside!
We were sitting at the table. I was wearing just my robe, the front just partly open with my nipples not quite seen. He had asked me if my husband was upstairs, and still in bed. I told him that I wished he was and kind of winked an eye; then I turned to show a nipple as I poured another drink!
I asked about his girlfriend? He said they’d broken up. It was the point in our conversation where the conversation turned.
“Were you sleeping together?” I had asked quite casually, directing the conversation in the way that I now wanted.
“Of course,” he had responded, “It’s the part of our relationship I think I miss the most.”
“She started fucking other guys.”
“Did you ever cheat on her?”
He nodded, with a smile, suggesting that he had.
I smiled, my eyes suggesting he might tell me what he’d done.
Melanie, he told me, was a virgin; the type of girl a guy might hardly notice. They had been assigned a project in their class at school wherein students’ names were taken from a hat to pair them up. It was a project that had something to do with dolphins, one that would take the students several days and lots and lots of research. It was important that they do it well, the grade accounting for fifty percent of their final term mark.
It was Melanie who had access to the Internet, and whose home it was they went to on the day they had off school. The description, of how it all had happened was then told and Melanie’s deflowering was well described. I was wet, my juices flowing freely as he told of things they did; the seduction of a maiden! Her cherry and his cock!
He enjoyed so it seemed to me, the telling of the story, describing how he’d licked her clit and fucked her with his tongue. As his cock had made its entrance she was overcome with need! He had fucked her on the staircase! He had fucked her on the bed! They had done it on the sofa; then did it on the floor. They had fucked as they had studied and got themselves an ‘A’!
I urged him on! I wanted more! The thought of him inside of me was more than I could bear! Our feet were naked on the floor, unseen beneath the table! I felt his foot as he felt mine! The ‘process’ had just started!
I asked him if his ‘thing’ was hard. He whispered that it was. My toe caressed his leg.
He told me that he loved my ‘tits’. I opened my robe a bit, my nipples now exposed.
My foot now felt the horny cock; I told him it felt good. He leaned across the table, his hands now in my robe. My toes caressed his penis. It was youthful. It was hard. I asked to let me see it; then sat upon the table as my robe now came apart. The size of it amazed me! It was skinny! It was long! I opened up my pussy lips, and beckoned that we fuck!
My elbows felt the table top. I felt his horny cock. It slithered in my wetness; then slipped into my cunt! He asked me if I liked it. I told him it felt good. The knob caressed my g-spot. I gasped and squeezed his rod! My feet wrapped round his buttocks as I fucked him like a whore! He was taking me to heaven! I was cumming! It was mad! The table rocked beneath me as his cock slipped in and out! I was moaning words of pleasure! I was gasping for my breath! He was squirting bursts of semen as my body reached its peak!
The deed was done. I had sent him back out to the yard to finish mowing the lawn, then went upstairs and showered and got dressed!
The taxi came. He asked ‘where to?’ I gave him the address! Chrissie, I knew would likely be happy to see me, to know that I had changed my mind!
The address which I had given the driver was a place where I had never been to before and was situated in the rolling hills of the countryside beside a river. It was that of a small estate, a home of such opulence I had never before encountered! The gardens were such as I had never seen before; the large stone dwelling situated some distance from the country road upon which we had driven to get there.
She had seen the taxicab pulling up in the driveway and was obviously delighted that I had come. She helped me with my coat, and then ushering me inside, within the opulence of luxury that was their home she introduced me to her husband.
“Shrash”, she said. “This is my friend Emmy, the girl I was telling you about from the office.”
I looked at him, a man more handsome, more sexually enticing than the photograph could ever have expressed!
“Emmy,” he had said, the romance in his voice was such I knew I’d not forget. He kissed my hand then led me into the spacious sitting room, offering a seat and then asking what I thought I’d like to drink.
Shrash? It was a shortened name for something that was longer, very foreign, the origin of which I wasn’t sure. Chrissie was busy, making cookies of all things, and after we had chatted and Chrissie had gone back to her baking it was Shrash who held my hand and showed me round their home.
He took me to the gardens and showed me all around. He was flirting in a simple way, a gracious man, a sexy beast, his passion all in one!
He asked me if I’d like to change and come and see the horses. I told him that I had some jeans and went inside and changed.
The stable hands were much like him, all foreign men, all handsome. I’d never seen so many men I liked as much as they!
“They’re Arabians,” he had told me, pointing toward some of the horses out in the pasture. “We breed them here and send them round the world.”
“Can I take you horseback riding?” he then asked. “We have a nice trail, going through the woods and a little lake where we keep swan. I could take you there if you would like?”
“Why not?” I responded; rather bravely considering the fact that I hadn’t had my butt in a saddle since back when I was fourteen at a Christian summer camp in Scotland.
We saddled up; then rode out back, through woods and shaded glens and suddenly within the woods I saw the cutest house there was and asked whose place it was?
He said it was his studio, the place where he made films.
I asked, “What kind?”
I saw him smile. He said he’d like to show me, and took me there and showed me round, and then we went inside. The room inside was very large with lights and couches, beds and tables everywhere around. I felt my heart beat in my chest, and knew of course that this was where the porno flicks were made?
“Would you like me to take your photograph?” he had asked.
“With my clothes on; or without them?” I had asked jokingly.
“Your preference,” he had told me, a simple tone as though it didn’t matter. “You are very beautiful,” he added smiling, leading me toward a large blue sofa on which to sit while he set up the camera.
They were still shots. They weren’t movies. He had given me a brush with which he said to do my hair. The flashes and the camera clicked. He said the shots were great. He came across, undid my top and had me show my cleavage. Another flash; the camera clicked. I then lay on the sofa. The camera clicked a dozen times. My blouse, then my bra came off. I lay there partly naked.
I sat for him, and crossed my legs. His hands unzipped my jeans. My panties showed from underneath; a photograph and then one more. He said he’d like to shoot me nude. I told him that was fine.
My clothes were now upon the floor. A hundred times the camera clicked; my legs apart, my buttocks up, a frontal and sideways shot; a finger in my pussy snatch, the rest against my fur!
He said he’d like to shave my pubes. He’d like to see it bald. I sat there with my thighs apart; the shaving cream was warm and smooth, a razor shaved the hairs! The camera now clicked by itself, a minute in between each shot was snapping every move. His fingers rubbed the pubic lips, his thumb caressed my clit!
He heard me sigh; a gentle moan. His finger fucked my snatch. My wetness flooded from my sex. My hand reached for his cock! I took it out and fondled it and placed it in my mouth! The camera flashed a dozen times! He moaned, as though I had control; his strength was in my mouth!
I sighed a murmured sound of lust, his finger like a cock; a gasp as then my peak was reached! He came inside my mouth!
I swallowed cum and milked his shaft. His sack by now was dry! I whispered that we should have fucked! He told me that the day was long. We had the time to wait! The camera captured every move. No secrets could be held!
He carried me across the room and placed me on a bed, and then I watched as now he worked and focused lights and loaded film; then moving naked round the room he came toward the bed.
“Lie sideways,” he instructed. “That’s it! Now move this way; just a little. Okay! Now look toward the camera. Perfect! I want you now to lift your left leg… that’s it!”
It as though it were our regular family photo shoot when I was a kid, when the photographer would have us all at his studio taking portrait photographs. Shrash was looking in the camera, having me adjust myself just an inch or so in this direction, or push my hair back from my eyes. His professional ability was very much apparent as then he came and climbed behind me on the bed, placing his left knee between my thighs as his stiffening penis touched against the freshly shaven pussy lips.
“Smile,” he instructed me, as then the flash lit up the bed.
“Hold it,” he was saying, instructing me to hold the cock as though it were a prize.
The lights then flashed! “Now rub it,” he was saying. “Let the camera see the knob of it and put it in your lips, just slightly in at then entrance of your vagina. That’s good! Real good!.”
I had done as he instructed, my vagina savoring at last the pre-cum of his growing penis, sliding it inside me, perhaps the wettest I had ever felt! The camera clicked as lights then flashed. I gasped as then he slipped it in, my g-spot now responding, squeezing on his knob! Finally, it appeared, he was about to fuck me!
The camera clicked. He slid it in me further now, the shaft up to its hilt, his balls against my buttocks as he filled me with his flesh. I smiled, not only for the camera’s sake, but for my own.
The camera clicked another time! I moved my hips to fuck him, but then it was I felt him move and take his cock right out!
“What are doing?” I asked, somewhat amazed that he might now have continued. I was almost going crazy! It was driving me insane. I wanted him to fuck me! I was stranded, almost crazy! I pleaded for his cock!
He told me to be patient and said we should get dressed. The day was still ahead of us, and time was on our side. He handed me my clothes.
We both got dressed and went outside; his arm around my waist.
I asked, “Why not? I need to fuck! I have never been so horny!”
He told me just to wait!
We went back to the stable where he took me to the loft. It was there that he undressed me and took off all my clothes. The stable hands, both men and boys, had come it seemed to watch us and six of them stood round us as he laid me on the straw.
It seemed it did not bother me, the fact that I was naked, the fact that they would watch us as I fucked him on the straw. He spoke to them a foreign tongue. The men took off their shirts. He laid me down upon the straw and then it was I watched him as he took off all his clothes!
His cock was really horny, a bend within the middle. He told me now to turn around upon my hands and knees. The men now had their cocks out! He took me from behind, his cock now in my pubic lips was sliding, ever gently and rubbed against my clit!
“Please hurry,” I had whispered. “Please fuck me really hard!”
I gasped as then it entered, the men now jacking off. I was pleading, looking at them as a cock went in my mouth! Shrash now held my buttocks as his cock slid in and out. I was moaning! I was gasping! I was fucking like I’d never ever fucked a man before! Another cock came to me! There two against my mouth. I savored them and sucked each one and saw the spurts of semen as one began to cum! It seemed I’d gone to heaven! I was fucking like a whore! The cock inside my pussy was filling me with seed.
I looked behind to see him as Shrash took out his cock! A younger boy behind me now slid his cock right in! I could hardly quite believe it! I was getting fucked again! I was squealing! I was moaning! I was begging him for more! I could hear him as he grunted, as he gasped, then took it from me and squirted on my back!
Another cock now entered! The shaft was really big! It was pounding in my pussy like a rod of human steel! I could feel myself reacting! I was cumming! It was near! I was squeezing on his penis like I’d never done before! He was squirting bursts of semen! He was filling up my cunt! My body was exhausted! I had fucked too many cocks!
I had thought we might be finished as another one went in! It was smaller than the others. It was rubbing on my g-spot, like I’d never felt before. I was starting to go crazy! It was driving me insane. I was calling out for mercy! I shuddered as I came! He had taken out his penis and shoved it in my mouth.
Hands caressed my titties as another cock went in! He fucked as though to please me! I came as he went in!
When finally we’d finished I was lying on my back. I was covered with their semen! I could taste it in my mouth! My cunt was now quite tender. I had fucked too many men! I was lying there exhausted as he came and picked me up!
He lifted me and carried me and took me to the house. He bathed me and he kissed me. I said I should go home. He asked if they had hurt me? I said that I was fine! I asked him if he’d fuck me again before I left?
“Have fun?” I had heard Tom ask me, as I walked into the house.
“It was great,” I responded. “I met an old friend; anyway I thought that you weren’t coming home until tomorrow night?”
“Miss me?” he had asked.
“Of course I did silly! But then I got over it! How about you? Did you miss me? It’s our first wedding anniversary tomorrow, remember?”
“I know,” he said, “That’s why I came home early. Want to go upstairs and have some ‘fun’?”
I really didn’t want to, but I told him that I did. I’d fucked eight different men today! One more would hardly matter!