My Secret Player

By Heather ©

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

I had only two rules for my player:

1) He could not hurt me in any way.

2) He had to leave immediately if I said, “Uncle!”

My player came back with two rules of his own:

1) I could not say a word.

2) I needed to be blindfolded.

It was all set from that point on and everything I had prepared myself for was about to begin. I had told Softtouch (as his screen name stated) to come by at 10 o’clock sharp and I would be waiting for him on the couch. I knew this was crazy as all hell, but I had been such a goodie two shoes all my life that for once I was going to walk on the wild side, so since my parents had gone on a week long vacation, the timing was perfect.

All right, I know, I know! Meeting a guy over the internet was the worse thing imaginable, but I was new to Florida and my computer had been my best friend for the last two months since moving here. I had warned Mr. Softtouch that friends would be coming by to check on me around midnight, so he had that much time to enjoy the hell out of me. I sort of liked the blindfold thing because it added such an air of mystery to everything that I had spent the last two days in one long, sopping wet mess wondering just what a guy would do to me when given carte blanche.

All I knew for sure about my player was that he was white, twenty-four years old, one hundred forty pounds, and just finished college. He had even sent me a picture of himself after we had made our deal, but I never opened it. There was just something about the enigma of having a totally mysterious lover that excited me to no end. I had given him the alias of Don Juan after he wouldn’t tell me his name originally and now here I sat on my couch blindfolded in the dark waiting for this guy with an unnerving feeling of wetness between my legs. I was just about to run to the bathroom for a towel to dry myself when I heard his car pulling into the driveway. My heart began beating out of my chest from a mix of utter fear and raw lust.

I heard a light knock on the door and was about to tell him to come in, until I remembered my agreement to not say a word. I heard the door open and smoothed out my short knit skirt that I had worn over my legs. I ran my tongue across my lips and heard the dead bolt get thrown into place on the door. And then nothing! Not a sound for what seemed like an eternity. I felt my legs beginning to tremble as the thought ran through my mind that there were other people that knew I was home alone that often came through the door without much ado. What if it was one of them and here I am sitting dressed as a vixen on the couch wearing a blindfold? I was just about to say his name when I finally heard him approaching the couch. And then it all came to a head.

With my mind running wild in sheer terror and the muscles between my legs clamping in abject desire of what was to come, my ears were pining to hear any little telltale sign of what was to come. I heard a weird ripping sound and just as I was putting it all together as to what might make that sound, my dear Don Juan was plastering a lengthy piece of duct tape around the cloth blindfold I had voluntarily already put in place. My first thought was that he really didn’t trust whatever form of blindfold I had come up with, and then reasoned that perhaps he was about to take more from me than I had given him my blessings to take. However, as soon as he had smoothed out the tape tightly around my head several times, his lips were planted over mine and were giving me the most passionate kiss I had ever had in my life. When he had thoroughly finished tonguing the insides of my mouth, the first words were finally spoken.

“Don’t be afraid my sweet little delight, I hold to my promises.”

The words sounded so pleasingly safe and sane to me that they put me to ease, except for one thing. By the depth of his voice and the smell of his after shave, I no longer believed he was the twenty-four he had claimed to be. I was almost about to question him on that very point when I felt him grab me under my arms and hoist me off the couch, and slung me over his shoulder. My small frame was truly no match for his obvious size and when I felt his hands running over the back of my head and down the length of my twenty inches of blonde trusses, I think my common sense lost out to the heat he was inspiring in my loins.

I bounced on his shoulder as he was obviously looking for a bedroom to take me to, so when I felt him passing my bedroom door, I flung out my right arm to grab the door frame. I guess he knew I was telling him where my room was and he turned back to enter it.

“You swear we won’t be disturbed until midnight, my little sweetie?”

I started saying, “I wouldn’t…” and received a quick pop on the back of my head to remind me to be silent. So I nodded my head to agree with him instead. Then like a wild carnival ride I was flying through the air and screeched out a shrill cry just as I landed on my bed flat on my back. And even before I could think a second thought, I was getting flipped over onto my stomach. Fear rushed back to me when I realized that all those wild thoughts I had had in the past about anal sex might be this man’s choice of pleasure. Not having any inclination of his size, I began fidgeting around and began pushing up my body to turn back around when he smashed my body flat to the bed again with one hand in the small of my back. As he held me there I felt a hand running up the back of my legs and right up under my skirt and over my panties. His hand began running softly back to my knees and just as quickly back up under my skirt. After several passes back and forth, he had calmed me down and I waited patiently for the next touch to begin.

The bed began buckling under me and before I knew what was happening Don was sitting on my ass; pinning me to the bed. He grabbed my arms and brought them together behind me. The next couple of minutes were spent calming my fears with soft kissing on the sides of my neck, cooing into my ear for me not to worry and swearing that I would cherish every minute of this night for the rest of my life. When he asked me if I had ever been restrained by a guy in the past, I shook my head in a feverish manner. I felt him slipping what I had to assume was some kind of a rope over my right wrist. I freaked out in my mind knowing what he was doing, but I let him take his time doing it. After cinching the loop of rope tight to my wrist so it wouldn’t slip I thought he was going to tie it to my other wrist. However, he had other plans and one of them was to torment my mind over what he was doing. He was forcing me to submit to this act by telling me what to do and waiting for me to comply.

“That’s it my little trophy. Like the feel of where this is going, don’t you?”

My whole body was trembling as he added, “Put your arm up to the bedpost.”

At least if he had of tied my hands together I could still run away to some extent, but it was painfully clear to me now that I was going to get tied to each bedpost leaving me totally vulnerable to his whims. The thought of forced anal sex came rushing back to me, but my body betrayed me and I found my right arm lifting away from my back and up towards the bedpost. I had often dreamed of this position during my moments alone in bed, but it had always been face up and staring into the eyes of my lover.

I felt Don tying the rope to the post and then slowly feeling another rope being worked over my left wrist. This time I worked for his favor and lifted my arm to the opposite post without being asked. I pulled my arm once just as it was being cinched up tight to the wooden hold, but that just got refuted with a simple jerk to correct my behavior. I was now trussed for whatever my stranger from the internet decided he wanted to take from me. As he jerked each of the two pillows out from around my head I vibrated in a wildly erotic vibratory orgasm. It was a very mild one for his eyes, if he could notice it all, but I was about to get exactly what I had bargained for and that sent my mind into a full blown pile of lust.

With great ease, I felt him push an arm under my hips and hoisted my lower half into the air. I felt the pillows being fitted under my abdomen which left my ass in full assault position for his full enjoyment. I felt the air on my exposed panties; telling me that my skirt was way up over them. My legs were parted ever so slightly as his hands roamed over my buttocks and under the bottom of my thin cotton briefs. He was torturing me with his deliberate slowness and favoring all my untouchable areas without ever allowing as much as a finger to touch those special points of desire. I felt my skirt being forced a little higher and out of his way. I knew now that my ass was fully exposed and he was taking his time to enjoy a forbidden sight. That was when I felt terrified to limits I never even knew existed. I felt the bed sink on the left side of me and realized that there had to be a second person here in my bedroom.

“What’s going on…”

A stinging pain came bursting onto my right ass cheek as Don sought to silence me. “I gave you my word not to hurt you, and I won’t. Just be a good little girl and we’ll be out of here by eleven forty-five. And don’t worry about my friend. I’m the only one that’s going to enjoy you… fully at least. You did say I could take whatever I wanted, didn’t you?”

My breathing was as labored as if I was giving birth, but somehow I managed to nod my head for him. And almost as if to torment me at the same time as he worked to placate my fears, I heard the unmistakable sound of a flash. One of them was taking pictures of my predicament. I wanted to lash out a torrent of expletives over this unforeseen dilemma, but I hadn’t denied the right to him, so I cringed and kept my mouth shut. All I could hope for now was that Don would be happy enough with what he got out of me that these pictures wouldn’t come back to haunt me later in life.

I heard more tape being ripped from a roll, and a minute later I found myself being gagged. Fearing to break my agreed upon rule of silence, I allowed him to work the makeshift gag around my head and be taped off. I began whimpering over what I had gotten myself into. Tears were soaking my initial blindfold and my nose began struggling for breaths between the accompanying frothing. I felt a third hand exploring my back and cheeks which told me that whoever was taking the pictures was now also taking liberties with me. I began praying that I hadn’t done something so stupid that it would leave me brutally raped by two men and left to be found by my girlfriends in two hours. One of the hands was taking great pleasure in rubbing several fingers over the crotch of my sheer cotton panties. Oddly enough, I was feeling embarrassed over how wet they had to be by now.

The bed shook hard and I heard Don taking his pants off, so that meant his friend was the one rubbing my vulva. But it was a good rub that was forcing my body to give in to the pleasure of it. I felt my legs spreading ever so slightly to allow the hand a better target. I quickly regretted that movement when the fingers began prodding my anus through the fabric. As scared as I was, it was being done in such a gentle way that I relaxed my buttocks so as to enjoy the feelings. The hand went back and forth from my vulva to my bud and I was feeling much safer. And then I was getting my ass cheeks bitten just as softly. I heard my self letting out soft moaning sounds as both the man’s teeth nipped at me lightly just as his hand continued caressing my most private parts without fail.

I felt Don getting back on the bed. My legs were roughly parted wider to allow him to kneel between them. The hand that had been lovingly teasing my lower treasures went up and worked under my left side to grope at my breast. I was embarrassed all anew. Though I’ve caught many guys ogling my ass in the past, no one ever seemed to check out my boobs much. Mostly because there wasn’t anything there to invite much attention to; I had essentially stopped growing as soon as I had started. In the end I had been left with little more than small cone-shaped bumps with tiny areoles. At least my nipples seemed normal size, and in the right shirt would even look a bit appealing. When the probing fingers felt my nipple that first time, I heard a soft moan of satisfaction that banished my shame immediately.

Don’s hands began massaging my cheeks coarsely as if he was taking stock of his bounty. Oddly enough, I felt pleased that he seemed to be enjoying himself, despite my fear that anal sex was imminent in this position. I wanted to beg ever so loudly for him not to take me that way, but I had made my bed… literally. If that was what he wanted to enjoy, I had nothing I could really say about it unless he hurt me. I kept running the word “uncle” through my head as if I might forget it if I were suddenly immersed in pain. But I kept going back to his reassuring words that he wouldn’t hurt me.

Don began lamenting to his friend on what a fine ass I had, how wet I had gotten my panties, and how much he enjoyed the feast before him. He began talking about ruining me for all other men, and though that should have scared the hell out of me, it was in such a way that I uncharacteristically trusted this stranger. As he worked his hands over my lower extremities I became more turned on than afraid. I felt myself pushing my tiny tit into the hand still molesting it and willfully moaning over it. Don spread my legs further and grabbed under me to frig away at my clitoris until I moaned loudly over the sensations it caused me. And then in one swift motion, he grabbed the crotch of my panties and ripped them up and off my hips. I had worn one of my cherished pairs, but knowing he had just torn them to shreds didn’t diminish my lust even a bit. Understanding that I was now bare to the eyes of my attackers just heightened the thrills for me and I found I was falling into such a state of mind that I was finally glad I had put myself at their disposal. Their approving moans turned me into a wanton vixen of carnality. I began to gyrate my hips in what had to be a further invitation to take me. All the fingers probing my most intimate body parts set me on fire.

But then, just as Don fell over me, I again feared a course assault on my nasty side. I began challenging his body by moving so as to get away from his appendage. I could feel the heat of his cock as it fell against my skin and even got an idea of its size; and that furthered my fears. I felt a stinging slap to my ass and my legs were pushed wide again. My left leg was held out by his accomplice and then there was no mistaken that he was lining up the tip of his cock to my vagina. I relaxed a little, but evidently not fast enough to provoke a sharp rebuke.

“Keep squirming bitch and I’ll tie off those fucking legs, too.”

Despite seeing that I was going to get exactly what I had wanted, a total ravishing of my cunt, his words seemed too inviting at the moment not to take him up on an added tidbit to my assault. Now that I knew where he was going, I wanted to know the feelings of total restraint, so I kicked even more. I got another slap on the ass and moaned all too loud over it. He had to get from that that I wanted his warning to become reality. He worked himself off the bed and after retrieving two more pieces of rope, began tying my legs off to the bottom bed posts. I fought his attempts just enough to cause him to force my compliance. All the while, his friend moved over me and had worked his other hand under my right side to manipulate both of my little girls even harder. He twisted at my nipples until I squealed out in pain. Hearing my outburst, Don warned his friend not to hurt me. As if to answer his friends perverse physical taunting of my tits, I shook my head to indicate that my squealing wasn’t to be worried about.

“You like it a little rough, huh bitch?” The hands purposely twisted my nipples and entire boobs enough to make me squeal again and I pushed my chest into the assault while shaking my head. With the tone set, Don added, “That’s good to know.” He got back on the bed and close to my ear as he stated, “Since you can’t say uncle anymore, lift your head straight back if you want us to leave. Understand?”

I nodded my acknowledgement even as I wriggled my breasts trying to get free of my molesters hands.

“Are you sure you little cunt?”

Again I nodded my head while screaming into my gag. Hearing the little bit of noise that came out of me I now felt free to scream in ecstasy whenever I needed to without it being misinterpreted as my desire to end this sweet torment. The other strangers hand left my right tit and eventually the second one was pulled away as well. With the attack on my chest ended for the moment, I breathed heavily through my nose to compose myself. I began wondering if I hadn’t just given too much license to these men, too much invitation to abuse me. One quick thought about the burning sensations between my legs quelled my fears again and I waited to feel just how large my true lover would turn out to be, and to what depths he would feel the need to sink within me. And it wasn’t a long wait.

Don told his friend to get some close up pictures of my face as he “drilled” me. He wanted to memorialize what this “little slut” looked like as he worked me over. I felt him lining his cock up with my lips, and without any finesse whatsoever, he rammed his rock hard cock right up into me several inches. There was little friction to impede him since I was so fucking wet in the first place, but his cock was certainly the largest one I had ever taken before and stretched me in a way that only some of my toys had done in the past. The big difference was that when I did it to myself, it was much more slowly and controlled by myself. I kept hearing the flash of the camera going off near to my face and could only imagine how much of a true slut I had to look like at the moment. Yet in a way I realized that knowing that my tethered position was all being caught on film drove me into a certain frenzy to act the part of a sexual toy for these two men. That was a fantasy that I had often used to placate my imagination in the past while enjoying my toys.

Granted, I’ve only had intercourse a dozen or so times with four different guys in my life, but hearing Don’s grunts and groans of pleasure as he slid himself into my depths was like an electric stimulation to that portion of my brain that governed my pleasure senses. I felt amazingly validated as a young woman knowing how much pleasure he was taking from fucking me. I was serving the biological purpose that I was meant to do and apparently Don thought very highly of my abilities. After all, it was me that had sought out Don and it was me that had laid out the roles and rules to this game. Even though I was the one tied in a splayed fashion with barely an inch to move, I still felt like the successful hunter in this tryst, and Don (not to mention his friend) were nothing more than my captivated prey.

After being nice enough to give me a minute to endure his girth, Don took another rigid drive into me and I felt his balls hit against my clit. Even through the wonderful pain he was causing me I felt fulfilled knowing that I was able to accept his entire length. I felt accomplished… like I had bargained my wares to this stranger and I was proving very able to relinquish them just as I had touted.

I became aware of a hand on the back of my head. It was the friend’s hand and it was almost rubbing my head as if to soothe away the initial discomfort of Don’s intrusion into my pussy. It didn’t mater much as I had only the one thing I could do to stop it, and damn if I was going to do that. I’m sure it would be hard to explain to even my closest girlfriend’s, but the feeling of being used in such a primitive and raw fashion for nothing more than a pleasure toy for these men’s enjoyment was a high greater than any drug could possibly provide me.

I could feel Don’s breath on the back of my neck and then the real fucking began. As I felt him withdrawing his staff of heated rawness, I knew I had to prepare for another rough intrusion as he worked it like a slow moving piston back into me. My body tried twisting away or at least into a more comfortable acceptance of it, but I was his to use now and whatever he gave me I simply had to endure until he was done. At some point I became aware of the fact that I was softly crying into my gag over the stretching he was causing and heard noises coming from me that seemed foreign at best. Don’s thrusting began in earnest and I felt my cunt slithering along his shaft on his withdrawals just to be smashed back inside of me as he plunged back to his former target.

And then it was Don’s next move that took total control over my body, and he did that by way of taking mental control over my mind. He began asking me disgustingly crude questions over my past sexual activities while knowing full well I could do little to answer him. It was made quite clear to me that he understood my desires to be ravaged, all but raped by strangers to fulfill my twisted desire to reach a sexual height most girls my age would never dare admit to wanting. I guess it was my understanding that my ruse was out in the open fully that made me relax into enjoying the trials of getting fucked by a man just a little too much for me. But at the same time I was smiling to myself over the fact that I was accomplishing exactly what I had set out to do.

As Don thrust back and forth into me, the sounds emanating from the both of us left nothing to my imagination. We were both enjoying the hell out of this situation. When Don told his helper to get some close ups of his cock ramming into me I sighed loudly knowing how crude and lewd that very scene would look like. I felt the cheeks of my ass getting spread for a full and clear shot of everything going on. And it was at that moment I showed my own sleazy willingness in all this when I found myself pushing back against his thrusts. I guess it was that very act that kicked everything up a notch. Don’s slamming became much more pronounced and timed erratically. I knew he was about to finish with me and slammed back hard against him to time my own orgasm to come before his. It would be the most fought after climax I had ever worked for in my life.

I heard guttural groans saying, “What a fucking cunt! This is one of the tightest little pussies I’ve ever fucked.”

I felt my bottom getting lifted into the air with a harsh hand on either side of my hips, and then Don became a fast-paced ramrod slamming into me. I screamed out into my gag and thrust my head up and backwards as I had the most massive orgasm of my life. I heard a voice telling Don to stop, but luckily my inadvertent head gesture did nothing to stop his onslaught on my backside. The voice questioned me over whether I wanted Don to stop his trashing of my cunt and I thrashed my head side-to-side to indicate I would kill him if he did stop. I should have heard more from that voice, but it went right over my head at that moment. Instead, I concentrated on the whirring of the camera flashes while falling away from my own climax just as I felt my insides warming from Don’s sperm ejaculating into me. Those final hard slams were all but too much to take, but knowing how much my lover was enjoying his moment satisfied me perhaps as much as my own orgasm. I was in heaven as he released my hips and my body fell away and off his fast withering cock. The drool of his cum running from my obviously still gaping hole was undeniable. It felt so warm and utterly nasty as it ran a path over my own still engorged clit. With another slightly too hard, yet playful slap across my ass, he was done with me.

I felt fingers running their way through the slop left running from my cunt. They toyed with my lips and then my ass. They rubbed their way over my bare cheeks and even dove into both my holes momentarily. I had never felt another person’s fingers in my ass before, but after the workout I had just been given, it felt only a bit intrusive; perhaps even a bit welcomed.

The bed shook tremendously as my two strangers left it and I could hear whispers coming from them. I could only assume that they were planning their next use of me. And it was only a moment before they came back and began a hasty round two. I could tell my arms were being untied and when they were my entire body was twisted over onto my back. The pillows were removed. That left my legs crossed tightly caused by the pulling of their original positioning. My arms were stretched back up and outwards again and they were being retied to the bedposts. Clearly I was going to be splayed face up now. Don asked if my crop top was “important” to me. I knew what he wanted to do, so I shook my head. In one swift moment, I felt it being cut away from me. My braless girls barely moved, but I felt my nipples stiffen to rock hard little points. I often wished that they had achieved enough size to them so that in this gaze of my lovers that they would spill over my chest as other women got to enjoy, but the little murmurs that came from them insured to me that they liked them just the way they looked. As one of them tore the shirt from under me, the other used their fingers or palms to exercise my nipples. They nearly ached from their hardness.

I arched my back while one of them began releasing my legs. However, they weren’t tied again. I bent my knees and more fingers began toying with my vaginal lips. Heavenly seemed like a poor way of describing how they were teasing my body parts.

Round two began quickly thereafter. Don, I assumed, began crawling over my body until I knew what was about to come next. I felt scissors being pried under the tape covering my mouth and knew I was about to be forced into doing one of my lesser favorite things involving sex. I had blown guys before, but only after many pleas for the service and usually accompanied with quite a bit of physical coercion. Being tied into a spread eagle position was by far the greatest coercion in itself, so anything else was going to be very easy for this man to get. I knew I at least had to take the chance of speaking out my disapproval over what most guys had begged for in the past, and spat out, “Please, just don’t cum in my mouth.”

A hand slapped my right tit hard and Don demanded my silence. He added, “I’ll cum any damn place I want.” My nipples were twisted again until I cried out in pain and as if his friend had prodded him into tormenting me further, he stated quite matter-of-factly as his hand gripped my chin tightly, “And I want to watch it going down that pretty little throat of yours.”

A torment it was! I had hated it the few times I guy had ever managed to force his cum into my mouth, but the idea of actually swallowing it was something that I had probably only allowed in my most outrageous fantasies during masturbation and just a few times even in that world. The mere thought that he was going to try forcing me to swallow his was mind numbingly scary to me.

Don nestled himself towards my mouth and when I refused to open even with his fingers prodding me to relent, his fucking friend decided to help him out. I found his hands going to the sides of my head to hold me in place. He intertwined his fingers in my hair and Don snapped my forehead with his own hand. I finally gave in and opened my mouth to allow him to sodomise me. I was surprised to find his member was very limp. I knew that many times after sex that a guy would take a while to come back to life, but I had never felt such a soft member against my tongue before. I had always been amazed how something so soft and without any rigidity at all could instantly become rock hard with the slightest teasing. This was the first time I had ever had to get a guy hard and took it as a challenge of sorts.

I began fellating him in all earnest and found myself working to bring him back to life. All the while it never escaped my mind what he had just implied he expected me to do for him in the end. I’ve heard several girls talking about swallowing a man’s cum before, but I had always chalked that up to their sluttiness; even a bit of truth stretching so as to appear more womanly for having pleased their boyfriends. Still, I worked diligently to perform like the good whore I had offered myself up as, being certain that I would be able to prevent Don from actually forcing me to do anything more than collect his semen for him.

However, after several minutes of my gentle persuasion, Don never got much harder than a warm hot dog. At least I got to experience just how big this man truly was without an erection, and even logged some time in on learning what actually seemed to excite a man. Proclaiming to his friend that he would need more time to get back in form he worked his leg over me and withdrew from the bed. At first I felt somewhat of a failure in not being able to arouse him, but then I began thinking of how they might spend the time while waiting for Don to come back to life. There only seemed to be one realistic answer to that.

I felt the friend getting off the bed himself and could tell he was removing some of his own clothes. Obviously, his participation was going to be, “next in line.” After Don had lamented his desire to force me to swallow his cum, it was pretty evident that this next guy might very well desire the same thing. I began shaking my head side-to-side slowly trying to indicate my unwillingness to suck another cock. In seconds my answer came as the man got back on my bed and began stroking my cheek with his fingers. His mental preparation seemed more for his own glorification than to elicit any performance from myself.

The man’s finger’s rubbed up over my forehead until his fingers had my lengthy bangs nicely grasped between his fingers. My mind decided to hide in the fact that at least I was going to experience the nasty act of blowing two guys back to back. I had often thought about wanting to try just that; albeit without the end results spewing into my mouth. I was hoping that perhaps he might just prefer making a mess of my face as one other guy I had sucked off had, but that was purely my hope at best.

With his fingers tightly nestled in my hair, he pushed his hand back until he had forced my mouth open wide. I began quivering as I awaited the feel of my second cock within minutes, and then I felt him hunching over me. What I felt next was the all-time mind blower of all eternity for me. In an instant I flashed back to everything that had happened to me over the last forty-five minutes; all the holds, all the silence from the man, and even the few words spoken. Even before I clasped my lips together to taste the appendage, the scent was unmistakable to me. As the flesh pushed forward so as to cover my mouth, I realized that I had been had. Tricked if you will!

I had often fantasized about this very act. It was even one of my most cherished fantasies at that. I never could imagine placing myself in that position, but then again, here I was being used as a sex toy for two people. I decided that there was no good reason whatsoever not to act upon what I had brought onto myself. I closed my mouth over the mound of flesh threatening to smother me, and gently sucked on the nipple in my mouth. That’s right; my second tormentor had been a girl all along. By the firmness of her tit and the solidity of her nipple, I figured she was around my age; perhaps… eighteen to twenty.

I took to my new role like a baby to a… well you know. I lovingly suckled my newest task while moaning willfully over my demise. I lapped at her stiffened nipple to understand just how much larger her nipples were than my own.

“So… you know the big secret now, huh?” The girl’s voice rang through my brain like a church bell. Indeed, I did know and in so many ways, I was delighted to know I was having my first lesbian experience without the awkwardness of having any say in it. “You’re really taking to this. I guess we have a real dyke here… Don.”

Her phrasing bothered me a little, but I was too absorbed by her scent, her smoothness, her hardened nipple to worry about trivial wording. After a minute she worked to get her other breast to my mouth and I took to that one just as quickly. Don was lamenting in the background over my lust of suckling another girl’s boobs so easily, but I was in another world and couldn’t care less what they might think of me now. I was simply cherishing the task before me.

The girl kept switching her boobs back and forth. All the while one hand was cradling my head close to her chest as the other fondled my own tits. Now it was clear why her earlier manipulation of my tits were such a direct hit.

After some prodding by what I was now assuming was her boyfriend, she agreed and pulled her lovely chest away from my lips. I wanted to beg for her back, but now I seriously didn’t want to violate any rules and decided to wait for her to want more of my attention. If I had been listening better, I would have seen the next act coming. I figured it out quickly when I felt her swing a leg over my torso. She sat briefly on my stomach and I could feel the wetness of her own pussy resting upon me. She was ready to employ my mouth for another purpose and slowly worked her way up to me.

I had often wondered what fellatio upon another girl might feel like. Ever since a sleepover with my best friends several years earlier I had been mesmerized by what the act might feel like to me. I had lain down along a couch where my friend Cindy had strewn her legs wide just above my head. I had a totally unobstructed view of her cunt for almost fifteen minutes through the gap in her camisole as the other girls were working on falling asleep. I had always wondered if Cindy knew what she was doing; and even if it were her way of enticing me to make a move on her. Little did she know that seeing her firm mound in the short crop of pubic hair she had carved out had a lasting effect on me? I always clipped my own hair ever since to a short quarter inch in length and shaved the sides bare to mimic her.

As this girl nestled her mound down over my face, I was taken aback by her pungent odor and the feel of her most secretive place. She had also become amazingly wet, near sloppy, during the course of events that had lead us to where we were at this moment. I was surprised by all of the subtle differences between what was in my face now and all the guys I had blown in the past. Probing my tongue through her inner lips I felt a raw coarseness unlike anything on a guy. She was far muskier than guys, too. I guess it was the shear depravity of the act though that turned me on so damn much. I used my tongue to explore her as thoroughly as I possibly could. She even understood my wanton desire and worked her hands behind my head to hold me tightly against her vulva. I soon found out that she had shaven herself bald; smoother than a baby’s butt. I lapped at her like a thirst filled puppy. All the while she rocked her bottom back and forth to indicate what she liked the most.

Almost escaping me were the sounds of the camera snapping picture after picture of my first lesbian admissions. But it all seemed to end far too quickly. She pulled away from me again and I heard something to the affect of, “time to switch”. I knew what that meant and felt Don crawling back into place. But this time when I got nervous and began fidgeting my head away from his cock, the girl’s hands working to hold my head in place were welcomed. Realizing I was being used to please her man made everything seem less contemptible. I decided to allow her to guide me in the way only she would know her man to want. Even when she pulled my bangs back to force my mouth open, I followed her lead immediately.

This time was much different though. Don was already half hard and watching me taking care of his girlfriend must have been very arousing to say the least. It took only thirty seconds this time to manage a full blow hardon and wow… his cock was also the largest one I had ever blown. The head of it was so smooth and slippery. I sucked it willingly to get every nuance of satisfaction I possible could. Though I never liked the ending of my past blow jobs, I really did find it fascinating how a guy’s cock worked and loved teasing them with my mouth and tongue. This man had the perfect mushroom shaped head many of my friends had spoken of in the past. I relished him!

I guess seeing his girlfriend getting her freak on with another girl, trussed up and undeniably willful on my part, had prepared him for a “second coming” of biblical proportions. I felt him lean forward over my head and within moments he was fucking away at my head just as assertively as he had with my cunt. He gagged me repeatedly and forced me to sputter for air. His girlfriend cooed in my ear how they both loved to hear the gurgling and gagging sounds of a hard face fucking. I was their girl in that respect, because I always had found it particularly thrilling to have an over exuberant guy forcing his cock just a little deeper than I could take. The few boys that had done this to me the best in the past had always left me nearly as fulfilled as if they had fucked my brains out. And the one time a guy forced me to hold still as he came all over my face afterwards was the man of many a naughty fantasy I had diddled myself over in the past.

“Go ahead sweetheart; fuck this bitch’s face. I want to see her grimace as you feed her like the cheap fucking whore she is. Just plug yourself in and dump your whole fucking load right down her throat.”

I freaked out! This was the moment I always dreaded, but this time it was much worse. This time it was clear what these two pervs wanted to see and there was no way I could willingly allow that to happen. Don began banging away at me unmercifully; gagging me repeated with the froth he was making as it was trying to escape from the corners of my mouth. I began thrashing my head as hard as I could without biting him, but his bitch of a girlfriend was just as fixed on seeing me tormented by his impending act as I was against it. I gurgled as loud as I could trying to beg them not to do as they planned, but the girl tightened her grip in my hair and Don was ramming me hard now. And then it was the moment of truth!

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I felt Don push all the way to the back of my throat as he held my head up to meet his cock. When all his motions stopped and he began grunting his relief, I could feel his first spurt hitting the back of my throat. I tried screaming out as the amount of semen doubled over and over. And finally at one point I just gave up the fight, felt my eyes roll to the back of my head, and accepted my demise. The both of them were vocally gleeful to see my giving up and accepting what I couldn’t stop anyway. As the slurry of cum filled my throat to the point that I was forced to swallow to clear my throat, the girl cried out over seeing my swallowing motion in their apparent win. Don withdrew just a bit. I had to finish swallowing what was left in my throat just to gasp for air, and then a second plunge forces several more spurts into my airway. When he withdrew the second time, he took his cock all the way out. But his girl slapped my forehead and demanded that I clean off her man. She wasn’t having his blowjob left half finished and proclaimed that any good cocksucker never left her man in a mess.

After placing his cock back in my mouth, I did as I was ordered and licked it clean; even getting the drops left at his pee hole. The girl bent over and gave me a full on kiss and reamed my mouth with her own tongue before giving me her own take on her guy.

“Doesn’t he just taste like a touch of heaven? You’re such a good girl; I’m never going to forget how well you please my man.” She was clearly delighted over what they had gotten me to do and squealed out her words of appreciation like a little school girl. “You know, it’s not every day I let my guy fuck another girl, but I sure am glad we found you.”

She gave me another deep kiss which I reciprocated and then I felt them both getting off the bed. Her words seemed to instill a certain pride in myself over what I had allowed them to do to me. Now that everything was clearly over with I was delighted to have seen my passion for this fantasy through. Despite having to submit to the most engrossing sex act I ever would have thought of, all I could think about as I cleared my throat as much as I could was how I had actually had a climax as my eyes had rolled back as this man force fed me his cum. Never had I even dreamed of feeling this sexually satisfied. My tiny sweat covered chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath and wondered how all this was going to end.

I could hear them getting dressed and as much as I wanted to ask them to untie me, I waited hopefully that they would do so on their own. I could hear the two of them kissing and grabbing at each other in triumph as I waited, and just as I figured they were going to leave me tied up for my friends to find me, the girl came over to torment me one last time.

She leaned close to my ear and asked, “How you going to explain all this cum and being tied up to your friend?” After a very long moment that included me shaking my head in disbelief that they would do that to me after all they had just taken from me, she added, “Just kidding sweetie!”

I felt her untying one of my hands as she told me what I was suppose to do when they left. I was to lie still for three minutes before removing my blindfold and untying my other hand. She gave me another kiss, and then an extremely soft one on my forehead.

“Love you sweetie! We had a simple marvelous time enjoying you.”

I heard them leave my room as she reiterated for me to wait the three minutes and her man stated, “That was a fucking blast...” As I waited there as instructed, I could feel the guy’s cum tingling in my mouth still. My cunt was sore, but in a very good way. It seemed like everything had worked out, but certainly not the way I had expected.

After several minutes of working to get myself free, I saw I had roughly a half hour before my friends were to show up. I knew I needed to take a shower before they came or they would smell the sex on me; most assuredly the smell of the girl wafting from my face. Hell, I could still smell nothing but her. I was about to hop in the shower just as I realized there was something even more important that I wanted to do.

I went to my computer and logged in to my email client and sat there for a moment as I wondered what I really wanted to say. I opened a blank mail to my stranger and pondered over how my words might be interpreted. I had a thousand things I wanted to say, but I felt it was more important to let them make their own assumptions about certain things. After a moment I finally typed two words; “Thank you!”

After a moment of more in depth thought, I figured I didn’t want to seem that much of a whore and removed the exclamation mark, typed an ellipse, and changed it to read, “Thank you… for not hurting me.” Now whether I liked it or not would be left up to their own imaginations… at least for a while. Surely I would look back on all of this fondly, but stating that too pointedly right off would leave me feeling like nothing but a fucking whore. I sent the mail and went off to grab a shower after hiding the ropes and duct tape remnants.

After drying off my hair, I wrapped a robe around me and checked my emails. Surely they hadn’t seen mine yet, but I knew I would be checking every few minutes anyway. But to my great surprise and horror, there was not only a response to my mail, but pictures attached. That meant I was already going to get feedback from my tryst, but that they had also gotten home and even had time to upload and send me pictures in less than a half hour. My first fear was that my stranger had been very close to my own home all the time, and then that the pictures I hadn’t worried about so much before might make it to the eyes of someone I might know easier than I had thought.

I opened the mail and read, “It was a fucking ball. So, where were your parents, anyway? You’re one fine piece of ass kiddo.”

I smiled knowing I had been appreciated for my sexual talents; any girl would. And then I opened the first of the four pictures they sent me. It was showing Don’s cock half way into my pussy. I couldn’t believe how vile and nasty it looked. My heart skipped a beat and I opened the others. They all were such wild and wicked pictures and I quickly realized that other than the room surroundings that even my friends probably wouldn’t be able to tell I was the one tied to the bed. The last picture was of the girl sitting on my face. I saw nothing of my attackers except their interactive parts, but by what I could see the girl was pretty hot looking and the guy had a marvelous cock that I would be looking at many times before future masturbation sessions.

I sat there for a moment and decided to answer their one question. A smart person would know exactly what I was saying, yet it left a very plausible deniability factor to it. I simply wrote, “Oh, they’re on vacation. They’ll be gone until Sunday night.”

I went back to the girl’s picture of her sitting on my face and just stared at it for the longest time. I could still smell a hint of her muskiness and remembered how her lips tasted as I ran my tongue through them. Just then I heard my girlfriends letting themselves into the front door. I thought about how Cindy would be with them, briefly imagined that she was the one there in the picture forcing herself on me, and closed the picture.

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