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Subject: {ASSM} Hungry for her cock (anal, MF)
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Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 06:10:09 -0400
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I am currently trying to write a piece of erotic flash fiction a day. I 
would love any feedback you may wish to give. My blog is at 
http://bawdybloke.com/wickedwednesdayflash-fiction-hungry-cock/

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It wasn't my idea to get involved: a "raunchy" calendar to "Feed the 
World." My girlfriend was best friends with the organiser, so my 
attendance was agreed on my behalf.

The figures were shocking: 21,000 people a day die of hunger with almost 
a billion people not having enough to eat properly. Across the globe, 
malnutrition is rife while over six million children died last year 
through extreme hunger and starvation. Suddenly I felt somewhat guilty 
for throwing those yoghurts away when they were a day past their best 
before date. "And for the price of that bloody Trident," my lovely Anne 
ranted, "we could feed every hungry person across the globe for four 
years. What do we want nukes or soups?"

The arguments were compelling, and I agreed with her, but their calendar 
was entitled "Challenge Conceptions." Too many of the "sheeple" just 
blindly accepted poverty was inescapable, the Calendar Committee argued, 
and their "risqué" publication had to have subliminal overtones.

The morning of the shoot was cold; the photographic studio was 
blistering hot. There were three guys and a dozen ladies: if I was a 
cynic I would argue anarchist charities around these parts were stuffed 
with idealistic liberal middle-class women.

They were bored too, as I would soon find out.

The photographer's studio was lined with erotic photographs: a tribute 
to his successful career as a pornographic artist, who wasted little 
time in starting the shoot. Clothing pooled in the corner, hands wandered.

Make that bored, and horny; I could sense the direction their "risqué" 
calendar was heading.

I had a firm red line I wasn't going to lose my underwear. That 
commitment was broken by the third picture, or March, when my girlfriend 
pulled my boxers to my ankles and buried her face in my crotch; the 
camera could see nothing but our partners in crime joked over the 
slogan, "have you ever been so hungry that you'll eat absolutely anything?"

Anne giggled as the camera snapped behind her, licking my cock in her 
mouth as I tried to stay motionless. She took smooth long strokes with 
her tongue, grinning at me as her cheeks reddened and my arousal swelled.

We parted before I could come, probably for the best given our audience, 
but I made a new commitment not to show my cock on film; after all, I 
wouldn't want anyone I knew to see that.

That promise lasted until May's shot; Anne's friend gently stroked my 
cock to position as three men stood naked, arms crossed and staring at 
the camera with sultry expressions. "We're crying out for a decent 
portion of meat and two veg?" Would claim the calendar.

I wanted more as she groped; Anne was relaxed as her friend softly 
fumbled with my engorging cock; barely audible groans came from my left 
as I closed my eyes, savouring every movement of her supple fingers on me.

It was as naughty as I had ever been: another woman manhandling my 
genitals as my girlfriend watched. I blushed, I know I did. My cheeks 
burned and my body quivered as I tried in vain to fight my arousal. I 
could not have an erection in front of her, I mustn't.

I didn't, but my body swam with lust as the camera snapped the pictures. 
I think it was fear and embarassment that stopped my full size from forming!

I was naked; surrounded by nude, giggly bodies. I had never been 
anywhere like this before, felt this excited or been so exposed in 
public, as I watched naked bodies simulate sex acts and dirty minds make 
obscene comments.

The drugs and alcohol came out during lunchtime, July's image was beyond 
risqué, August's was rampantly pornographic. My girlfriend was coerced 
into anal, and she watched as I stared open-mouthed, idly stroking my 
cock as she was non-subtly rammed from behind.

Her glazed eyes demanded it. She screamed as I stood and watched; 
watched my lovely Anne fucked mercilessly by George as Henrietta fumbled 
with her breasts. Watched as she toyed with her clit, as the 
eco-warrior's six inches thrust passionately into her rectum.

She grinned at me; trying to read my mind through her fog of bliss, and 
finding approval from my admiring eyes. It was past everything I thought 
possible; it was a wild sight that had barely existed in my fantasies. 
But she groaned and writhed, panted and squealed with every movement in 
her ass and cunt; it was existing in my reality.

Her G-Spot was being fingered, her clit rubbed, her arse wildly fucked; 
suddenly we all knew the calendar was a pretence for an orgy. I leant 
against the wall, playing with myself as my girlfriend launched into a 
violent orgasm; the walls vibrated with the cacophony of climatic relief.

We kissed during September's sex show, and she dragged me to the mat for 
October; I went with her, saturated with dread and excitement as her 
friend parted her buttocks and pushed them into my face. "Kiss her."

Four hours previous I would have baulked, but got down on the mat to 
pucker up against her warm anus. She groaned under my touch, and my hand 
instinctively went to touch her crack.

Anne knelt behind me. "This picture's called, We'd all love to feast on 
a spit-roast," she said, as I felt her touching my arse. "I know you 
want it baby, I saw that look in your eyes when I was being fucked." I 
tried to resist; I wanted to. But my heart said no.

I let her drip lube onto my butthole and slide her finger in, before her 
fake cock edged past my sphincter. "You want my cock don't you? Say it," 
she demanded as I had a mouth full of female ass, feeling the smoothness 
of her dildo push past my resistance.

Of course I wanted it; I wanted to explore with her, and try new things. 
I wanted to have my horizons broadened and limits pushed. But I never 
thought we'd do it like this. But the poppers and the vodka lay waste to 
my inhibitions she drove her dominance home. "Say, you need it! Say 
you're desperate to be fucked!" She demanded as my prostate was kissed 
by her dildo.

How could I deny it? I was hungry for her cock.

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