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  But I already knew the answer.

  I reached up and undid his belt. He shoved my hands away as if I was doing it too slowly for his tastes and unbuttoned his jeans himself, pulling the waistband down around his ass. His big cock flopped out into my face. He was already half hard. This was not at all how I had expected my evening to go.

  I took his cock in both hands and felt it swell against my fingers. No matter how cheap and easy he was making me feel, I wanted it. I eased him into my mouth slowly and held him there, feeling him harden between my lips. Not a minute later, Tyler was standing right next to him, his hard cock rubbing up against my cheek. I could hear them muttering to each other about how they were going to fuck me.

  This was new to me, but it felt so right. I took one cock in each hand and then alternated with my mouth, back and forth. Each of them tasted just a little different, but after their precum started flowing into my mouth, I couldn’t tell the difference between them. I moaned as I felt the viscosity of their sweet, sticky jizz pooling in the back of my throat.

  Finally, Blake lifted me from under my arms and guided me to my sofa. He put me on my hands and knees, got behind me, and started licking my pussy and ass.

  Meanwhile, Tyler sat on the arm of the sofa so that I could suck him. When Blake stood up to fuck me, every thrust drove Tyler’s cock deeper into my mouth. After a while, they switched positions so that Blake was in my mouth and Tyler’s balls were slapping against my clit with every stroke.

  Suddenly, Blake got up and went to his little bag on the table. When he came back, I felt him squirt something cool and wet into my ass. From our last experience together, I knew that it was lube.

  Tyler pulled himself out of my pussy and eased into my ass, and I bit down hard onto my lower lip, cringing as he filled me. It hurt a little, but I didn’t complain. I couldn’t; I had a mouthful of Blake’s cock again. But after a few seconds, I relaxed and opened up to accept his shaft, and pain turned to pleasure almost instantaneously.

  I wondered to myself if they would switch positions again and worried a little, because Blake was so much bigger. But that question was answered quite quickly as Blake maneuvered underneath me and pushed his cock into my pussy.

  I had seen it in the porn I had watched with my ex. Maybe I had even fantasized about it while masturbating, but the real thing was nothing like I had expected. I came almost immediately, almost violently. The feeling of being stuffed in both holes by two cocks was indescribable. I could barely breathe in the throes of my immense pleasure.

  I couldn’t tell if it went on for one minute or ten, but suddenly I felt both holes being filled with warm, gooey liquid. I could feel it ooze out of me with each stroke. I don’t even remember if the boys made any sounds, because I was practically screaming the whole time. I hoped that my neighbors hadn’t called the police or anything.

  Then they were done, and just like that, they pulled out of me. I lay forward on the couch after Blake got up and one of them spanked my ass.

  “You are so dirty,” Blake said with a grin. “It’s fantastic.”

  Before I knew it, they were getting dressed.

  “You’re leaving?” I asked, looking up at them as both my ass and pussy dripped with their cum.

  “Gotta go, babe,” Blake said “We’ll be in touch. You can always leave a message.”

  Then they were gone. It was like it had been some kind of dream; some consensual rape fantasy. I pulled myself together and considered having a shower. I was supposed to go meet my friends.

  In the end, I simply pulled on some panties, letting the boys’ goo drip into them, and went out to the bar. It excited me, knowing that I had cum-filled panties on in front of all those people. I shivered every time I felt their loads filling my slit as I sat with my friends, none of whom suspected that my panties were full of two men’s cum.

  School started, and I didn’t see Blake again for some time. I liked the new school. The staff were nice, my classes were reasonable and the kids were actually more interesting than my last school. I got on well with everyone, and even found one of the drama teachers incredibly cute.

  He had longish hair and a big tattoo sleeve down his right arm. Perhaps it was because he reminded me of Blake, but I also wanted to have something regular again. I didn’t mind pushing my limits, but I wasn’t sure that the workplace was the right venue for that kind of thing. I cautiously explored the possibilities, but eventually, I realized that it was going nowhere.

  Then one evening, out of the blue, he asked me out. His name was Mark. He was tall and fit and had just enough edge to him to make him a bad boy. I figured that there might be some potential. I said yes, and we planned to go out on the weekend.

  That very same evening when I got home, I saw on the news that some members of a biker gang had been arrested. Tyler was one of them, though they went on to state that it was mostly for questioning in conjunction with some drug deal from Mexico. I was horrified. These were my bad boys. I didn’t see Blake in the news report. Maybe I didn’t have any direct knowledge of what they did, but I had been stupid and naïve to think it would be anything less than criminal.

  I figured at that point that I would not see any of them again, and something told me that I probably shouldn’t hang out with them even if I did. But no one had ever pushed my limits so far and made me feel like such a dirty, desirable slut. It was a turn-on to know that a guy—or guys—wanted me like that.

  By the time Saturday came, I had worked myself up into thinking that my date with Mark was going to be some amazing experience complete with jaw-dropping sex. I got all dolled up in a combination of slutty and innocent, even going so far as to wear pigtails to complete the look. I wasn’t sure how he was going to respond, but I would know in the first few minutes of the date if it was going to turn out like I had planned it.

  I was just doing the last of my makeup after putting on delicious lingerie and a silky dress when there was a knock on my door. Mark was not due for an hour, and I thought that it might just be my neighbor.

  Instead, there was a big, stocky guy that I remembered from the very first time at the club. He was the oldest looking of them all, but still would have been younger than me.

  “Hello, Melissa,” he said when I open the door, like he had known me for ages. He just walked in and shut the door behind him.

  “What the fuck?” I asked him, alarmed.

  “Now, is that any way for a sophisticated lady such as yourself to speak?” he replied. “It’s not very becoming.”

  The way he said “lady” made me sound like royalty. And the truth was that even though I was indeed a “lady,” I had been thinking nothing but slutty thoughts ever since these guys first came into my life.

  “I’m not so proper,” I said, pushing my tits out. I knew this guy wouldn’t be any trouble since I “belonged” to Blake.

  He let out a guffaw that made him seem gentler than his looks would suggest.

  “Oh, I know you can be a right slut,” he said. “And that’s why your presence is requested.”

  “My what? Sorry?” I knew what he was saying, but who did he think he was?

  “I’ve been instructed to fetch you. You’re needed for the party. The police dropped all charges and the boys are back. There’s a celebration.”

  “I’m busy,” I said. “I have a date in....” I consulted my watch. “Less than an hour.”

  “Too bad. Blake told me to get you, no ifs, ands, or buts.”

  Blake had sent for me. I felt a current of excitement and anticipation run through me—the same one I felt when he had pushed his tongue in my ass.

  “No way,” I said, though secretly, I was already beginning to cave. “Like I said, I’m busy.”

  “He won’t be happy,” the man said, crossing his arms.

  “Good,” I replied. That’ll teach him, I thought. But a little part of me wanted the guy to push harder. Why was he giving up so easy?

  “No, I mean he won’t be happ
y if he finds out that I had to bring you to the club by force.”

  Now that was trying harder. Now he was threatening kidnapping. For as wrong as all this was, it was making me horny.

  “You mean you’re going to make me come down there with you, and make me do things?”

  He stared at me, unmoving, and I started to turn and walk away. Something inside me was telling me to just run, but something else, that tingling feeling between my legs, was telling me to drop everything and go with him. I knew the minute that I got on his bike, the rattle of the engine would make any resolve that I had evaporate.

  “Now,” he said, before I had even turned around.

  “You expect me to just go with you? To ride on a bike in a dress?”

  He just looked at me. Clearly that was exactly what he expected.

  “Okay,” I relented, unsure of exactly why. “But can I just call my date?”

  “No time,” he said, and took my hand. I barely had time to grab my purse and shut the door.

  Sitting on a Harley in a dress was no easy feat. The hem rode right up, leaving nothing but my panties were against the seat, and sure enough, the roar of the engine made me soaked. I could just imagine a creamy white patch forming on the leather.

  The whole way to the club, I thought of poor Mark standing at my door. I made mental note to text him when I arrived. I never got around to it, and knew that I would get a major cold shoulder on Monday.

  Outside of the club, there were well over a dozen bikes. It was a new place, much nicer than the old, run-down bar where I’d been the first time. The neighborhood was nicer, too. It didn’t look like the backend of a war zone.

  When we went inside, the place was full, and there was already action going on. On the pool table were two girls in a sixty-nine position getting fucked on either end by two guys. I scanned the room and saw six other girls there, all much younger than me. They all looked pretty rough-and-tumble, as opposed to my “ladylike” look.

  Blake walked up to me and put his arm around me, gently squeezing my ass.

  “I’m so glad you came,” he said as if I had a choice. “I thought you might enjoy this, and... I’ve missed you.”

  It was weird. It was as if he really liked me in a romantic sort of way. The way he looked at me, how he talked to me—that was all sort of girlfriend/boyfriend kind of stuff. And yet he didn’t hesitate to share me, or bring me to a sex party. The truth was, I didn’t care. I wanted to see just how far I could go. Three of the other girls were getting undressed and I noticed another one on a sofa giving Tyler head.

  “The cops dropped all charges,” Blake said next to me. “And we’re celebrating.” He put his hands in the air as if to illustrate a point “Wanna fuck?” he added without skipping a beat.

  It wasn’t exactly wining and dining. Hell, it wasn’t exactly foreplay or flirting, but yes, I did want to fuck, thank you very much. I was not about to be outdone by the little teeny boppers scattered about the room.

  I pulled my dress over my head in one motion. It was small enough to put in my bag. I figured that anything just dropped at this event would get lost.

  Everyone, including the girls, stared at me. I looked stunning in my garter straps and stockings, with a little cut away topped bra and panties. It seemed so out of place in this environment. I figured that Blake would fuck me, and then who knew what else.

  But instead he walked me over to the sofa where the little brunette was giving Tyler a blow job. He sat me down, and someone brought me a glass of wine. It was the only real glass I saw in the place. Everyone else had plastic cups of beer. I guess that they thought I was too up-market for any of that. The wine was actually a nice vintage, too.

  Quite suddenly, there was a girl kneeling between my legs. She looked about twenty, with dirty blonde hair and a fairly innocent face. She was naked except for her panties, and she slowly inched her face closer to my pussy.

  “Take off those panties,” Blake said to me.

  I did as I was told without protest.

  “Melissa, this is Amy... Amy, Melissa,” Blake said politely. “She’s new tonight, so we’re giving her a little test. She has to make you cum.”

  Beside me, Tyler was cumming in the girl’s mouth. Little bits dripped out from between her lips and she sputtered a little, then recovered and seemed to swallow it all. Everyone around me was getting naked. Some were watching, others were going at it.

  I leaned back and put one leg up on the sofa. I was about to let a girl eat my pussy. She went at it with gusto, really getting into what she was doing. I would have guessed that this was not her first time.

  I laid my head back and closed my eyes. All around me, I could hear sex sounds. I tried hard to get into what the girl was doing to me, and even though she was getting me close, I couldn’t seem to cum.

  I lifted my head and opened my eyes, about to say something, when she slipped two or three fingers in me as one of the guys started to fuck her from behind. He had pulled her panties down and rammed himself into her. Blake was watching the entire thing.

  Watching her get fucked, the penetration, and the eye contact with Blake sent me over the edge. My hips started to buck, and I came in the young girl’s face. I even grabbed her head and ground my pussy in to her. Blake slapped her on the ass.

  “Okay, Amy, you can stay. You belong now,” he said to her.

  I remembered my own initiation just a few short months prior. I had not had to do that, but I did hope that one day I would get the chance. I decided that at some point, I would ask Blake if I could have a threesome with him and one of the girls.

  As soon as I had cum, he pulled the girl away from me. The guy behind her picked her up and started to fuck her standing. She let out a shrill scream of pleasure as he lowered her onto his cock. All around me was sex. It was so pervasive, so intense, that I couldn’t believe that I was even there.

  Blake knelt before me. He had undressed while watching the girl-on-girl show. He was already rock hard, and I was aching to have him inside me again. From the position that I was in on the sofa, I had a very clear view of him easing his big cock inside of me. It looked amazing gliding in and out of my swollen pussy lips as he slowly fucked me. The feeling was amazing. He leaned forward and kissed me passionate, then whispered in my ear.

  “You are so amazing. Absolutely perfect.”

  His movements got quicker, and I glanced around the room to see what was happening. Many of the girls had switched partners, and I wondered how long it would be before some guy that I didn’t even know was fucking me. The thought thrilled me and terrified me at the same time. But Blake just kept going. Apparently, he had no plans to share me that night.

  I tried to block out what was going on around me, except for all the moaning and screaming, of course. I relaxed, leaning back to enjoy how nicely he was fucking me. He started moving faster and faster until I was right on the edge of cumming again.

  Suddenly, he pulled out of me and started to shoot his cum all over the girl’s face that had been licking my pussy. She had somehow come close, sitting on the floor right next to us.

  Rope after rope of pearly white cream covered her, and again I remembered my first night. I was so close to cumming and so horny that my hand went involuntarily between my legs.

  But as soon as Blake had finished, he guided this young girl’s cum- covered face between my legs. She was ordered to do her magic again. It didn’t take long. For one thing, the sight of it was just about the dirtiest thing that I had ever seen. For another, I was only moments away anyway.

  I let out a yelp as I came against the girl rubbing Blake’s cum all over my wide-open pussy. I grabbed one ass cheek underneath myself to spread myself even wider. I had never felt like more of a slut. I was practically begging this girl to lick me.

  After my legs stopped shaking, I got up to find a bathroom. Blake showed me where it was and gave me a towel.

  “There’s a shower in there, too” he said smiling and kissing
me on the cheek. “You can get cleaned up, and I can arrange for a ride home for you too, unless you want to stay and watch.”

  I thought about it. I could almost even make it back for my date.

  “But expect to see a lot more of me in the future,” he continued. Then he handed me a mobile phone.

  “This is for communication. My number is already in there.”

  I took a quick shower and pulled my dress on with my lingerie stuck in my bag. I had a hard time deciding if I should stay or not, but thought it best to go and face the possible date at my door. At least I wouldn’t smell like sex.

  When I arrived, I saw Mark walking up my steps. I was so glad he didn’t see me on the back of a bike.

  Lost

  “Hi, Mark,” I called from the bottom of the steps outside my apartment. He looked a little confused as to why I was there and not inside.

  “Hey,” he said. “Sorry I’m late.” Little did he know that his timing had been perfect. “Are you ready to go?”

  We decided to walk to a little café that wasn’t far from my place. I felt a little bad for him knowing that I’d just had really dirty sex before our date. My pussy still tingled from the experience and I was trying hard to get into the right state of mind.

  By the time we sat down to eat, I was 100% there with him. It seemed easy enough to switch off the whole thing with Blake in my mind. He came and went as he pleased. Most of the time, it didn’t even seem real.

  We had a nice dinner and Mark made me laugh a lot. He was gracious, interesting, and fun to be with. Because he had traveled so much, I found a connection with him. He had been to many of the places that I wanted to visit.

  After the date, we walked back slowly to my apartment, stopping at Ghirardelli for ice cream. As we approached my stoop, I wondered what I would say to him if he wanted to come in.

  When he’d first asked me on a date, I was sure that we would go out, have amazing sex, and become good friends, at the very least. Now things were a little more cloudy. I liked him. I liked him a lot, in fact. He was by far the most interesting guy that I had met since Blake. He was also a safer bet, probably not one to disappear for weeks on end.