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entirely coincidental.

The Anniversary
By
Norm DePloom

I 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 aureole crinkle in 
the mirror as I remembered that hard 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 aureoles 
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 eve ning 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.

I, and he, 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 clit 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 every body 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 index 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 that no man could possibly 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 clit.  She ran her finger 
up and down the inside of my cunt lips then flicked 
her fingertip back and forth over my swollen clit.

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 clit.  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 cumming 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 
clit I screamed through the gag.  It felt like my clit 
exploded. I screamed, and I started cumming.  It felt 
like my mind was melting, being sucked down through my 
body until there was nothing in the universe except my 
cunt being fucked and my clit being slammed hard with 
every in 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 fuckings and the soreness of 
my nipples I was still cumming.  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 clit and cuntlips 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 laid 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 not 
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?



  
Anniversary