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Subject: {ASSM} A Sex Memoir, part seven, M+g, bondage
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A Sex Memoir
Chapter 7

"Can you believe that woman?" asked Lance, once we were back in
his van.  "I've never heard anything like that."

"Me neither," I said.

"Are you OK?" asked Lance.  "That guy treated you pretty rough. 
But, ah," he paused, "it looked like you took it pretty well."

"Yeah, I'm OK.  It's not like I can't handle it."

"So what's the attraction?" asked Lance.  "I mean, it's obvious
why a guy likes fucking a girl, but what's in it for you?"

"You're not a girl," I said, "so you wouldn't understand." 

"Would you suck off Rene again?" asked Lance.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't go looking for him," I replied.

"Would you suck him off again if you knew Becca would be there?"
asked Lance.

"As long as she didn't drop her pants, I guess."

"What do you mean, 'As long as she didn't drop her pants'?"

"She wanted me to eat her out," I said.

"Whoa," exclaimed Lance, "she's even weirder than I thought."

When we got back to the motel, Lance checked around the parking
lot, then opened the door on my side of the van.  "I want to see
how this leash works," he said.  He unhooked the leash at the
back of the collar and stood in front of me, as far as the leash
would allow.  He could walk three feet in front of me without
holding the leash taught.  "It does look nice on you," he said. 
"Rene was right.  It's very feminine; looks like you're dressed
up."

Johnny and Eddy were waiting.  They had devoured the rest of the
tacos.

"We need something else to eat," said Johnny.  "How about some
more tacos?"

"I guess we can afford that," said Lance.

"Hey," said Eddy, "what's up with the collar our girl's wearing?
And a leash?  They don't look very stout."

"Her name's," Lance paused, "Cat.  We went shopping for wrist
cuffs and got a collar as well.  And it's plenty stout."  He put
two hands on the leash and tugged.  "See?  I don't think I could
any of us could break this."  He wrapped the leash around my neck
and attached it at the back. 

"Cat," said Eddy, "just Cat?"

"She doesn't need more of name than that, does she?" asked
Lance.

"Guess not," said Eddy.  "But as long as she's here, and I'm
here, a blow job seems in order before I eat.  Go get us some
food, Lance."

"BS," said Lance, tossing Eddy the keys to the van.  "You get the
food this time.  Cat will still be here when you get back."

Eddy frowned, but stood up and headed for the door.  Johnny and
Lance took off their shorts and sat down, Lance on the couch,
Johnny on a chair next to the table.  The nice thing about a
rough blow job is that the next one is usually sweet and sexy,
even romantic.  I was standing midway between the two men I would
have to blow next.  There is something slightly comical when a
man sits with his legs spread, his erection jutting out, trying
to look like a stud.  On the other hand, a man's dick nearly
always looks better erect than flaccid.  (The only exception was
a man I knew whose dick always looked good.)  As long as it
doesn't have too much of a curve, and neither Lance nor Johnny
had any to speak of, it has undeniable appeal.  So for several
seconds, I stood between Lance and Johnny, staring at one and
then the other.

"Let me go first," said Lance, breaking the silence.  Johnny was
about to protest, but he saw me step in Lance's direction before
Lance had finished speaking.  Since I had been a sex object all
day, and since I now knew the men who would be using me, I moved
smoothly, without hesitation but without haste.  I didn't stop to
stand in front of Lance, instead transferring my forward motion
to kneeling just at the edge of the couch.  I didn't pause to
contemplate the dick I had to suck, either, but lowered my head
as I knelt and began stroking Lance's dick.  As I thought,
stroking Lance was sweet and sexy, relaxing and erotic at the
same time.  Knowing Lance as I did, I knew that he appreciated a
girl that hummed, and I hummed the tune to Dreamsome by Shelby
Lynne, though much more slowly than Shelby sang the tune, and
with several pauses.  Lance's dick and the tune in my head made
me drift along, my stroking changing as the tune rose and fell. 
I could tell Lance was perfectly happy with my blow job because
his hands slowly grasped my trapezius and massaged me gently.  It
was just the touch I needed to inspire me to be as feminine as I
could be.  My tail moved slowly back and forth, and I got that
feeling I often get, that I wanted the blow job to go on forever
and also wanted to make Lance cum as soon as I could.

The slow rotation of my hips made my thoughts turn involuntarily
to the other man in the room, even though I tried to focus solely
on Lance.  The thought of Johnny and his erection gradually
established itself as a kind of subplot in my mind, and whether I
wanted him to fuck me right then or simply wanted to show him I
would be ready when the time came, my tail rose slowly as I
continued to move my hips.  When Lance put his hand on the back
of my head and gently pulled me down my tail rose even higher,
and I spread my knees a little to make it easier to take more of
Lance's dick in my mouth.  Then I heard the sound of bare feet on
the carpet, quiet enough to be barely audible.  Johnny crouched
down behind me, put his hands on my hips, and pressed his dick
against me very lightly.  It felt as sweet against my pussy as
Lance's dick did in my mouth, and as if to apologize to Lance for
tempting Johnny, I stroked him as deeply as I could, getting the
head of his dick down my throat.  When Lance gasped, Johnny
thrust forward just firmly enough to get the head of his dick
inside me.  Going from nothing inside my pussy to just two inches
was just the aphrodisiac I needed to slightly, but noticeably,
increase the pace of the blow job.

"Don't go any faster than that," said Lance, and Johnny behaved
as though the admonition had been given to him.  He stroked my
pussy slowly, but the stimulation was incredibly powerful.  The
men were intent on slow sex, though, and whenever I tried to
increase the pace of the blow job or the fuck, I was held back. 
Lance and Johnny must have known that they were restraining a
very horny girl.  Lance wouldn't let me stroke faster, but I
pressed my tongue hard against his dick to increase the
stimulation of my stroking.  Likewise, Johnny kept me from moving
back and forth on his dick, but I squeezed him as hard as I could
and pulled whenever he stroked out.  As my internal moves
diverged further and further from what I wanted to do externally,
the tension in my body increased to such a degree that the
muscles in my arms, shoulders, thighs, even my calves, tensed to
the point that I felt like I would explode.  I breathed deeply
and hummed a one word curse which neither Lance nor Johnny
misunderstood.  They chuckled.

"What do you think," asked Lance, in a calm philosophical tone,
"a girl means when she yells 'fuck' while she has a dick in her
mouth and another in her pussy?"

"I can honestly say," replied Johnny, "that's a question I've
never been asked."

"Well," said Lance, "leaving the general question aside, I can
say I'm very happy with the way she's sucking my dick."

"And I'm no less happy with the way her pussy feels on my dick,"
Johnny said.

Men, I said to myself, I can barely live with them, and I sure as
hell can't live without them.

"Then let's continue," said Lance, "and hope that her attitude
improves."

That is exactly what they did, and try as I might to relax, I
couldn't.  Lance and Johnny had me in thrall and that's where
they wanted to keep me.  Several times I felt myself approaching
an orgasm, but each time the pace of the sex didn't get me over
the hump.  Then, finally, nature took hold of Lance.  I felt his
dick stiffen and I knew he was about to cum.  I relaxed my mouth
and stopped pressing my tongue against him for a moment, which
was just long enough to make him loosen the grip he had on my
hair.  Then I dove down and got his dick down my throat.  He came
with a rush, though without much volume, and let me continue
stroking him as I wanted.  His orgasm was all that was needed to
push me over the edge to my own orgasm.  It was at once
exhilarating and excruciating, and Johnny, still stroking me
slowly, made it last longer than I thought possible.  Since he
hadn't cum, he kept fucking me, holding me just short of a second
orgasm after the first had subsided.

Though I didn't hear it, Eddy returned from his food run at this
point.  It was only when he said that he hoped Lance and Johnny
hadn't fucked me out that I knew he was there.

"Don't worry," said Lance, as I licked his dick in time to
Johnny's stroking.  "We're the ones getting fucked out.  Take my
place if want."

"I want," said Eddy.

With some difficulty, Lance extracted himself from the couch by
throwing one leg over my head.  It was no less awkward for Eddy
to sit down where Lance had been.  His dick wasn't quite hard,
but within a minute I was again doing two men at once. 
Fortunately, Eddy wasn't one to restrain me, and I stroked him
with all the vigor of a girl thoroughly excited.

"Oh, shit," he groaned, "you're right.  This girl has a motor
that doesn't quit."

"Yeah, well it's my dick that's driving her," said Johnny.

"Don't flatter yourself," said Lance.  "She's glad to have you,
but she doesn't need you to get her going or keep her going."

"Fuck you," said Johnny.

"No," said Eddy.  "Fuck her."

2013, by Cheryl Allen Tessler.  Other works by the author can be
found at <a
href="https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%3FCat%3D25
0&search_404=1">https://sizzlereditions.com/?s=SearchResults.asp%
3FCat%3D250&search_404=1</a>


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