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The Anniversary

By

Norm DePloom

remember standing in front of the mirror turning this way and that. I smiled at myself knowing that I looked just like Mark liked me to when we went out dancing. It was our anniversary and we always went dancing on our anniversary. Two hours of dancing with Mark was like two hours of intense foreplay. I always finished the evening so hot we had to have a quick ‘tension reliever’ in the back seat of the car, or any place else we could find, before driving home.

Last time we went dancing I was so hot when we left. God was I hot. I was wet, open and ready. All of you lady readers will know what I’m talking about. You’ll know if you’ve ever been so hot and ready that you didn’t mind that your hundred-dollar blouse was being ripped to shreds against the filthy brick wall you were being pushed against. So hot you did not care that anyone stepping into the parking lot could see you fucking, in the small alcove you’d been pushed into by your man.

The alcove was just deep enough that our fucking was hidden from passer-byes on the sidewalk by a shadow. As soon as he pushed me against the brick wall I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his waist while he held me by my ass and pushed his hard cock into me.

I started cuming as soon as his cock-head touched my swollen sensitive cunt lips. I don’t think I stopped cuming until sometime the next afternoon.

I watched my nipples grow and my areola crinkle in the mirror as I remembered that fast frantic fuck in the club parking lot. I was wearing a thin see through blouse with a ‘natural look’ see through bra underneath it. Just a hint of my dark brown areolas was visible through the material. My skirt was just long enough to be ‘decent’ and my white cotton panties were already getting soaked just thinking about the possibilities that the night held.

Yes, I said it, my white cotton panties. I would have gladly gone without them (I usually do) but Mark liked me to wear them. Sometime during the evening he would ask me to take them off and hand them to him. It always gave us both a thrill as he sniffed them and checked their dampness while sitting at a table with people around us.

I decided I was perfect, and left the room. I did not want to keep Mark waiting (and like the hot little slut I am I wanted to get the evening started so we could get to the fucking). Mark, pushing his hi-tech ergonomic desk chair met me at the bottom of the stairs.

“Sit.” He ordered, not waiting for me to ask what he was doing with the chair. I sat. He pulled my arms behind the chair and I felt the cold steel of handcuffs as I heard the loud clicking of them being ratcheted closed on my wrists. I’m no stranger to an occasional restraint, but I hadn’t expected it this evening. When I opened my mouth to ask about his plans, Mark slipped a ball gag into it.

I watched as he lifted my legs over the arms of the chair and tied them in place, leaving me open and exposed. A blindfold finished my new accessories. I noticed it was black, it would match my black skirt. Mark pushed the chair, with me secured in it, through the house and left me setting in what I assumed was the family room to answer the doorbell that had rung just as we entered the room.

I heard several male voices accompanying Mark back into the room. I started to feel a little frightened for the first time, frightened and hot. I was immediately disappointed. The men seemed to ignore me, I could hear chairs being moved, then cards being shuffled. I was tied to the chair with my cotton covered crotch (I’m sure they could se my pubic hair through it) showing and they were going to play poker.

“Five card stud, one eyed jacks are wild. The first hand is for the blouse.” I heard Mark announce. I listened as bets were announced chips were tossed onto the table and new cards were asked for. Finally I heard a trite ‘read them and weep’ from a voice I did not recognize. I must admit I jumped when I felt my blouse being unbuttoned. After pulling my blouse up over the back of the chair and leaving it dangling from my handcuffed wrists the man massaged my breasts through my bra.

We both felt my nipples harden under his warm hands. The hands left my breasts then firmly grabbed my thighs. He ran his hands up the insides of my thighs, then, when he reached my panty-covered crotch he spoke for the first time.

“God she’s wet.” He said to the other men. I could feel myself blushing.

‘Now they all know,‘ I thought, ‘what a slut I am.’

“That’s enough for now.” I heard Mark announce. The hands lingered on my crotch for another three or four seconds, then with a good-bye clitoris pinch through the cloth they disappeared. I was left panting and exposed in the chair while the men played another hand. “This hand is for the skirt.” Mark announced.

Once again I listened to shuffling, dealing, betting and finally another winner. I felt some tugging on the bottom of my skirt. I wondered how thy were going to get the skirt off with my legs tied until I felt a pull that almost lifted me off the chair and heard my skirt ripping up the front. Despite my grief over losing a very expensive skirt that I had purchased just for this evening, the sound of it being ripped open sent a thrill cursing through my body. The thrill coiled down into my crotch and I’m sure everybody in the room could see me oozing into the crotch of my white cotton panties. Hell, I could smell my cunt and I’m sure everybody else in the room could also.

I felt the man kneeling in front of me. He ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs, sending chills up and down my spine. On his last upward thrust of his hands he slipped his fingers under my panties and rubbed the tips of his fingers up and down my swollen wet cunt lips. I’m sure everyone in the room heard my groan despite the ball gag I was wearing.

He pulled his hands away from my crotch, turning my groan of pleasure into a whimper of frustrated need. I heard Mark announce that the next hand would be for my bra. My nipples hardened even more in anticipation.

While I listened to the cards being shuffled and dealt, and to bets being made, I realized that I was rotating my hips in gentle humping motions trying to stimulate myself against the wet crotch of my panties. I must have been putting on quite a show for the poker players.

A winner was announced and I weighted with my breath held for whomever it was to take off my bra. It fastened in front and I felt the person tugging at the clasp. My bra was pulled up over the back of the chair and slid down my arms to hang, with my blouse, on my handcuffed wrists. Warm hands touched both of my breasts and I new immediately that they were a woman’s hands. They twisted and pinched my nipples with a knowledge few men have.

I felt her hot breath a fraction of a second before her hot wet mouth closed over my left nipple, sucking it into almost painful erect-ness. Her other hand continued twisting and pinching my right nipple. Although I had never fucked another woman before, I had often thought about it. She moved her mouth to my right nipple and slid her hand down over my stomach and into the top of my panties. My whole body jerked when she gently pinched my clitoris. She ran her finger up and down the inside of my cunt lips then flicked her fingertip back and forth over my swollen clitoris.

She pulled away just as quickly as the others had, leaving my trembling body for all to see. The lust roaring through my body cannot be described. I wanted to, no, I needed to be fucked and fucked hard. I felt like I was going to go insane if I did not get a cock inside me. I continued to make fucking motions with my hips trying to stimulate myself against my panties. I was just barely aware of the poker game going on in the room.

My body jerked hard, almost tipping the chair over when I felt the hand grabbing the elastic top of my panties. Engulfed in my own lust, I had lost track of everything else going on in the room. I realized that I had been moaning loudly while they played poker. The man ripped the side seems out of my panties. In the process he pulled the crotch up inside my cunt lips dragging it roughly against my clitoris. It hurt, but even the pain added to my lust. His hands rubbed my breasts, then after lingering for a moment on my stomach moved to my trembling thighs.

“Oh god, fuck me, please!” I yelled as best I could with a ball gag in my mouth. I heard laughter in the room, I guess my shout was clear enough for them to understand. When I felt his fingertip at the entrance to my cunt I thrust forward as hard as I could under my restrained condition and managed to push about a half inch of his finger inside me. He slowly slid his finger in and out a few times while he sucked on each of my nipples. Despite the slow teasing rhythm of his finger I was on the verge of cuming when his mouth and hands disappeared leaving me once again humping thin air for their entertainment. I was insane with lust and kept humping the air, I really think I would have fucked a goddamn elephant if they’d brought one into the room.

“The last hand,“ I heard Mark announce, “will be seven card stud nothing wild. The winner gets to fuck her first.” I heard the cards being shuffled for what seemed like an eternity. ‘Oh god’ I kept thinking ‘hurry the fuck up.’

The hand must have ended, I could hear them gathering around the chair to watch me getting fucked by whoever won. I could feel someone holding the back of the chair, then hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me forward, hard. I yelped in pain as my crotch was pulled forward forcing my restrained thighs to part further. I thought I was going to be ripped in half.

Then I felt it his cock slammed into my open, wet, hot cunt splitting my swollen cunt lips and entering me all the way in one thrust. When his pubic bone at the base of his cock slammed into my swollen sensitized clitoris I screamed through the gag. It felt like my clitoris exploded. I screamed, and I started cuming. It felt like my mind was melting and being sucked down through my body until there was nothing in the universe except my cunt being fucked and my clitoris being slammed hard with every stroke.

Whoever was holding the back of the chair began to thrust me forward to meet his powerful strokes. I felt like my head exploded. I have no really clear memories of the night after that. I know that I was fucked tied to the chair for what seemed like forever. I remember breaks from the pounding cocks when the woman’s tongue gently licked and cleaned my cunt.

Sometime during the night I was untied form the chair and, with my hands still handcuffed pushed down on my knees with my breasts and face pushed into the carpet. The woman licked and tongue fucked my ass getting it ready for the men. The first man knelt behind me and, holding onto my handcuffed wrists pushed his cock into my ass. I was still gagged, and my face was pushed into the carpet so no one heard me ‘squealing like a pig’ during my first ass fuck.

My nipples quickly got sore being rubbed back and forth on the carpet with each thrust. Even through the pain of my first ass fucking and the soreness of my nipples I was still cuming. I oozed cunt juice and cum down my thighs where it soaked into the carpet. This room was going to smell like a cheap whorehouse by the time we were done.

I remember having the gag finally removed from my mouth. I didn’t have time to rub my jaw, a cock replaced it immediately. Now, cocksucking is something I’m good at and, even though I was kept off balance because my wrists were still handcuffed, I new I could give them the blowjobs of their lives. It seemed though that they weren’t interested in receiving a blowjob, they all wanted to fuck my mouth, which is an entirely different thing.

One after another they slammed their cocks into my mouth and down my throat just as vigorously as they’d fucked my cunt and my ass. My lips became sore and puffy as cock after cock fucked my mouth. I was relieved when I finally felt the woman’s lips and tongue gently cleaning the cum from my face and ministering to my swollen lips.

I vaguely remember hearing Mark say good-bye to the poker players. I was still blindfolded and handcuffed and had no idea what time it was. It felt like I’d been fucked non-stop for at least a week. Mark gently picked me up from the floor and carried me to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed then to my surprise he spread my legs and began to gently fuck my tired body. I actually fell asleep while he was fucking me and woke up some untold time later.

The blind fold and handcuffs were gone. I gently felt my lips, then my clitoris and cunt lips they were swollen and sore. So all that I remembered had actually happened, it hadn’t been a dream. I pushed myself up on my elbow so I could see the clock over marks chest. It was four o’clock in the afternoon. As I lay back down I wondered if it was the next day or a week later.

There was a glass of water on my bedside table, and only when I saw it did I realize how thirsty I was. I sucked it down without stopping for air. ‘Isn’t that just like Mark,’ I thought as I drank the cool water, ‘to make sure I had some water when I woke up’. As I put the empty glass back on the table I noticed the remote control. It had a sticky on it with a note instructing me to watch the video that was in the VCR.

I turned on our big screen TV, then pressed the ‘start’ button. The screen was immediately filled with a picture of me tied to the chair with my clothes still on. I sat mesmerized watching myself being stripped then repeatedly fucked by a bunch of men I didn’t know. As I watched my hands slowly drifted to my breasts and my cunt.

When Mark finally woke up I climbed on top of him and rode his cock, leaning over I said “Thanks for last night.” I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles, “and thanks for the video.”

I keep wondering, what will Mark do next year to top this?