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The Classified Ad 7 (MFf humil) by Foxbat



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The Classified Ad 7 (MFf humil) by Foxbat



   I had just finished doing my dinner dishes when Will let himself
in.  I'd given him a key several weeks ago in hopes that he might
surprise me sometime.  We were still on the once-a-week schedule - I
think mostly because it was yet another humiliation.  It let him give
me the illusion that he had six other girls, that I was only a small
part of his life, undeserving of more of his attention.  For my part,
I never asked directly to see more of him because I was worried that
it might ruin the magic.  If I demanded too much, he might never come
at all.

   But that's not to say I didn't know how much our sessions meant to
him.  I was fairly certain that he spent each week anticipating our
evening together in the same way I did.  Some nights were planned and
elaborate, but some were also very improvised.  Last week, for
example, he was waiting for me to get out of the shower when he found
a thing of my lipstick out on the counter.  When I came out, he marked
up my body, designating exactly where cocks should be inserted and
what each part of me was good for.  When he ran out of space, he made
me kneel on the floor and fucked my face, brutally and deeply, until
he came on my face.  I was allowed masturbate myself to orgasm, my
legs spread wide, my head still locked between is legs, his balls in
my mouth.

   I thought this weekend would be much the same.  Will was earlier
than usual, so I hadn't had a chance to shower.  He kissed me roughly
and manhandled my breasts just to tease me.  He told me to go shower,
but to put on a blindfold before I left the bedroom.  He said we might
be having a guest.

   ***

   I showered, making sure I was clean everywhere he might inspect.  I
removed the last two days' worth of stubble from my pussy, so it would
be hairless and smooth.  When I came out, I picked a red scarf and
tied the blindfold.  I'd learned earlier not to cheat.

   Guided by memory and touch, I walked hesitatingly out of the
bedroom, naked save the blindfold, feeling my way into the living
room.  I had taken two steps towards the middle of the room when I
heard his voice, very near, commanding me to stop.  There was a pause,
and then *CRACK* he slapped me across the face.  I felt my face flush
as blood rushed upwards, but I didn't touch my face.  I guess he
wanted to make sure I didn't flinch and that the blindfold was in
place.  But I felt very vulnerable, standing naked and blind.  I heard
him move back the couch and sit.

   "Show us your cunt."

   I turned so my back was towards him, spread my legs, and bent
slowly at the waist.  I reached back with my hands to spread my ass
cheeks.

   "Tell us what it's good for."

   I thought for a moment, imagining a crowd of people in the room
watching, seeing me in this position and about to hear my confession
of sluttiness.

   "This cunt likes to be fucked, especially by your cock.  It is
always horny and often wet."

   "Show us your other two holes and tell me what they're good for."

   I shifted my hands further up on my ass cheeks.

   "This is your worthless slut's asshole.  It also likes being fucked
by your cock."

   I turned around, and knelt, keeping my legs apart.  I opened my
mouth and spoke without fully closing it, causing my consonants to
distort and my vowels to run together.

   "-is is -our shluss's mouth....  it is good -or -ucking -oo."

   There was a pause and then I felt something cold and rubbery hit
me.  I felt around on the floor for it - it was a latex dildo.

   "Fuck yourself, slut.  So we can see how dirty you are and how
little self-control you have."

   I slowly pushed the cold rubber into my pussy which was drenched in
anticipation.  I shivered, imagining it was a real cock, imagining it
was against my will, imagining that all sorts of people were watching.
 Will liked to play mind games and often whispered into my ear as he
fucked me about how everyone would see what a whore I was - how my
friends, my family, my church were watching me - so the use of the
plural didn't particularly bother me.

   After a few minutes, I was close to orgasm.  My hands moved between
stimulating my clit and playing with my breasts.   I knew I had to ask
permission to come and I was trying to assemble the necessary request
when Will said, "stop."

   He commanded me to stand and approach the couch.  My legs were
wobbly as I tried to keep them pressed together so the dildo wouldn't
fall out.  I stopped when I felt his hand on me, gently exploring my
folds around the dildo.  He slowly pushed the dildo back inside as I
spread my legs to accommodate him.  I felt his other hand gently
pinching my clit and pulling on my labia.  I'd always been somewhat
self-conscious and embarrassed about my fleshy inner labia and Will
loved to pull on them, treating them as a external manifestation and
symbol of my inner whore.

   I was rapidly approaching orgasm as the dildo was pistoning up into
me and abuse of my clitoris and lips continued.  I could hear Will
whispering dirty epithets to me as hands tweaked my rock-hard nipples
and squeezed my breasts.  I was just stuttering out my plea to orgasm
when I felt a finger push into my asshole.  My body was on fire and my
mind obliterated by the sensations.  It felt like a thousand hands
were molesting me out of the dark simultaneously in a blur of
pleasure.

   I cried out as I orgasmed, struggling to remain standing as the
hands continued their assault.  It was in the midst of the second wave
of my orgasm that I realized the hand-plurality was not imaginary but
real.  Before my rational mind could process this, I tripped over into
another mind blowing orgasm.

   ***

   The next thing I remember was hearing a woman's voice saying, "You
weren't kidding when you told me how slutty this cunt is."

   I was lying on the floor, and I felt Will's hand pulling my head up
by my hair, saying "Slut - this is my good friend Claudia.  I thought
you might enjoy her participation one evening, and I can see I was
right."

   Through the post-orgasmic haze it finally sunk in that another girl
had not only watched me show off each of my orifices and ask to be
fucked, but had also brought me to a humiliating orgasm and watched
that as well.  For a moment I felt anger towards Will swell up in me -
how dare he bring in someone else and expose me.  The anger subsided
though, as I realized how he had merely been fulfilling a fantasy of
mine, one we had discussed on numerous occasions.  I probably didn't
know this Claudia and would probably never see her again.  And
besides, the whole thing was over.

   Will still had his hand in my hair.  "What do you say to the nice
lady who helped you get off," he asked.  I mumbled a thank-you.

   Which was apparently not the right answer.  Will pulled harder on
my hair, prodding my chest with his shoe.

   "Thanks is the best you can come up with?  Don't you think that's
kind of rude after all she did for you?  Hm?"

   I didn't know quite what he wanted me to say.

   "Don't you think you should ask her if there's anything you can do
for her?  Wouldn't that be more polite?"

   I could hear the snear and smile in his voice.  I asked, albeit
with hesitation and reluctance, "Miss Claudia, is there anything I can
do for you?"

   I heard her respond, as she hitched her dress up making a rustling
sound:  "Yes you can, you dumb bitch.  You can fucking eat my box out
right now.  God I'm horny..."

   Her voice was rich with confidence and entitlement, low and husky,
saturated with lust.  I knew Will was waiting for my response.  I
tried to shake my head that I didn't want to, to signal to him that
things were going to far.  I wasn't a lesbian, or even really bi, and
I found the thought of performing cunnilingus on another woman mildly
revolting.

   I felt his hand tighten on my hair a moment before the slap landed.
 Unlike the one that tested my blindfold, this one was heavy and meant
business.  There's that moment of disorientation after a slap lands
before your body can respond, and in that brief second his hand and
slid down to my nipple which he was now twisting hard as his thumb
nail dug in painfully.  I heard him hiss in my ear, in that voice that
demands absolute obedience where each word is individually punctuated,
"You. Will. Ask. Her. To. Let. You. Eat. Her. Cunt."

   Never had he said anything so forceful before, such a raw order.
Before I could answer, he slapped me hard again and released my
nipple.  I touched my face where the blows had landed.  I was sitting
on the floor of my living room, naked and blindfolded, about to have
my first sexual experience with another woman.

   I pictured myself, on my knees with my face buried in this strange
woman's crotch, with Will looking on, wondering if I could really do
it.  My face still stung from where Will had hit me.  I shifted my
weight and became suddenly aware of the renewed wetness between my
legs.

   FUCK.  I felt my face turning red as my body's betrayal sank in.  I
felt like Will would know for sure, that he and my body had conspired
against me.

   My words came out all trembly and sounded pathetic against everyone
else's confidence.  "This slut would like to go down on you, Miss
Claudia."

   ***

   I crawled forward, unable to see my destination with the blindfold
still in place.  I could smell the muskiness before I felt her hands
on my head, guiding my forward.  My nose brushed with public hair, and
I tentatively extended my tongue and was surprised when it met only
more pubic hair.  I shifted lower, thinking I was too high.  With an
exasperated sigh of impatience, Claudia grabbed my hair and jammed my
head forward.  I felt my nose sink into her very wet folds.

   "Start licking, you cunt," she growled.

   I stuck my tongue out again, feeling the groove of her labia and
tracing upwards trying to find the nub at the top.  I ran my tongue
back and forth over her clit, trying not to lose it as I heard her
breathing become labored.  I pushed a finger into her vagina, working
it slowly in and out in time with my tongue flicks.

   She muttered quiet encouragements:  "That's right you whore... get
move that tongue... good little lesbo..."

   I was slowly becoming aroused (consciously, that is, since my body
had long since made its position clear).  I thrilled a little bit with
each dirty name she called me, and I pictured Will looking on.  I
still didn't like the idea of rug munching, but I liked the fact that
I was depraved, desperate, enough to be doing it.  That I had so
little willpower that I could be made to.  That I was such a slut, I
would even lick pussy just to get my fix from Will.

   I could feel her pubic hair in my mouth as she moaned and ground
against my face.  I could also feel the breeze against my own, freshly
shaved, pussy.  The symbolism was not lost on me: my bare shaved pussy
was an external sign of my internal sluttiness - my eager willingness
to get fucked by anyone who would; her hairy pussy told the world she
could get laid in spite of her not shaving.

   I felt her legs close around my head as I continued to work my
finger in time with my tongue.  I alternated between swirling around
her clit and taking long strokes up her slit, dragging my tongue
through her sensitive wet folds.  I suspected she might be close to
coming.

   I spread my legs wider, feeling my own labia open slightly.  I
couldn't hear anything now because of Claudia's legs, and being so
open and vulnerable, especially since I didn't know where Will was
exactly, was exciting.  I was tempting him to fuck me as I
humiliatingly serviced Claudia.

   He must have moved earlier, because, with no warning whatsoever, I
was fully penetrated in a single stroke.  I screamed into Claudia's
pussy as Will began hammering away at my pussy, driving me forward
with hard, forceful strokes.  My nose was jammed against her pubic
bone as I ground my tongue against her clit.

   Claudia's legs spasmed as she came, giving me momentary clips of
sound - the sloppy slurping sound of her and Will ravenously kissing
above me.  In that moment, my enjoyment of being fucked was overridden
by a feeling that I was just some big fucktoy for the two of them, a
mutual masturbation aid, a human condom.  I came hard at the idea of
being used like that, of being such a whore that my only use was for
other's pleasure, of two people knowing together how cheap and weak I
am.  I thrashed against Claudia, no longer trying to satisfy her, as
my breath came in ragged gasps reeking of cunt drawn between the seal
my face had made with her wet labia.

   I came again as Will slowly but firmly invaded my asshole, stopping
at full penetration to release his load.  The world exploded in sharp
colors as the sensation of fullness combined with my lack of breath
intensified the experience.







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criticisms, or even your own experiences.  It's what makes writing
worthwhile.
	foxbat00@gmail.com

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