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The Camping Trip.
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The Camping Trip. Here's my attempt at writing an erotic story based off my fantasies. It got a bit long. Sorry. Let me know what you think, but remember that I'm not a professional writer. I've never written a complete story like this before. I hope you enjoy it. There I was sitting there watching the dying campfire listening to the crackling in the cool night air as the whippoorwill sounded it's call in the quiet air. I'm wide awake after a full day of cavorting with my family. Now they are all sound asleep. The clock reads ten thirty, and I'm surprised by how silent the campgrounds are for a summer weekday. "Here I am," I think to myself. "A forty something woman with two , loving husband, and everything that I can ask for. Except for being overweight; I have the perfect life. Why does it feel like something is missing? What is it that is creating the void I feel deep inside?" I analyze my life for a moment. I am 43, a bit over the 250 mark for weight, I have long brown hair, brown eyes, and try to keep myself clean and tidy. I dress conservatively, but do have a wilder side that I keep reigned in as much as I can. This means that I do sometimes wear mini skirts, deep vee necklines, and skip the underwear on occasion. Well, I skip the underwear more often than I should, but I have just never found them to be very comfortable. I like it when my 40 D breasts can be free. It feels much more natural, and so much more sexy. Right now I'm wearing an old light blue button down blouse, some old ratty red shorts, and a red g string lace panties. No bra since I was hoping for some alone time with the hubby. Today we started out with a good breakfast after sleeping until ten thirty. Then we went on a hike in the afternoon returning just in time for supper. We finished out the day by swimming until the sun was beginning to set around nine. When we got back we all showered, and I lit a fire as they turned in one by one. My husband being the last one to leave asked how long I was going to stay up, and I told him that I wasn't tired at all. Which brings me to now. Here I sit watching the flames die, and contemplating what I feel is missing. When the flames are well below the fire ring I begin to feel the cool air giving me a chill. I decide to take a walk to get my mind off things and unwind.I grab my flashlight, and begin to slowly pace around the campgrounds. Most are empty. There are only five other sites filled, and they are all quiet. Most are dark, but the rest have some sort of a light on dimly illuminating the road that I'm walking on. I walk to the boat landing, and watch out over the dark water listening to the sounds of the night in the open calmness. The stars shine brightly reflecting off the water making me feel so insignificant against the vastness of space. I stand there trying to take as much of it in as I can before moving on as another chill runs up my spine. I walk on. I walk to the pavilion, and smell the remnants of an earlier cookout. The charcoal and food smell makes my stomach growl. I giggle as I walk on. I soon make it to the trail head that leads to a small waterfall. I decide to walk it even though it's dark. In less than five minutes I hear the water as it hits the rocks below the falls, and the trail quickly opens up to the falls. I listen to the sounds for a few minutes before walking back to the road where I turn towards the playground area. I check my phone to see that it's only eleven o'clock. I am soon at the playground, and I decide to sit on the swing set. I begin to swing slowly as I listen to the quiet. My peace is quickly shattered by a voice from behind me. "Hi there." I hear startling me. It's a man's voice, but he doesn't sound that old. I turn to look quick shining my light in his face. I see a twenty something man with brown shoulder length hair staring back at me. He has a slender muscular build along with a slight belly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He says as he sits on the swing beside me. "That's okay." I say. "I was just in my own world." "The woods does that to a person. It's so serene, and beautiful. Just like you are." "Thanks. I think." "You think? You should already know how pretty you are. I'm sure there's guys lining up for you all over." "That's definitely not the case. Besides, I'm married. So I'm not looking." "We're guys. We don't much care if a girl is married. Just willing, and sexy. And seeing you in that one piece earlier let's me know just how sexy you are. Me and all the rest of the guys staring at you." I stop swinging, and stare at him as an uneasiness fills my soul. "I'm married, and I don't cheat. So I guess you'll have to go look elsewhere." "Maybe, but I won't stop looking at you. You just have this aura about you. It's sexy, alluring, mysterious, and being good looking adds to the entire package." "Thanks, but I need to get going. My husband is expecting me back soon." I lie. "Before you go tell me your name." "Why do you need to know?" "So I know which name to moan later." He laughs. "Michele." I say without thinking. I begin to walk away, and check back to see him watching me from the swing. He is holding something, but I just keep walking not wanting to dwell on it. I feel more at ease as I round the bend in the road returning to my campsite. I soon pass the trail to the falls, and come up to the boat landing. I hear my name being called out from the road ahead of me. Not loud, but loud enough to be heard. I don't recognize the voice so I turn back toward the playground. I see the dark outline of someone standing in the middle of the road. My heart begins to thunder in my chest as I fill with fear. I turn back to the campground to see another figure standing in the middle of the road.I run toward the boat landing in the hopes that whoever they are they just leave me alone. I make it to the dock before I turn around. Panting I watch the entry to the area. Nothing. I wait a few minutes. Still nothing. My adrenaline begins to ease, and I decide to walk back as fast as I can. I take one step, and two figures rush out of the surrounding woods towards me. I retreat back without thinking. Only to realize that I just backed myself out onto the dock. They are both quickly at the end of the dock trapping me. My heart is beating out of my chest as I stare at them both. They are both six foot tall, and slender looking. For what I can see is they are both wearing black from head to toe. What scares me the most is that they are also wearing ski masks. "Please just leave me alone." I say assertively. They answer by standing at the end of the dock side by side staring at me. "Just let me go. My husband is waiting for me. He'll come looking for me at any minute." I heard them giggle. The one on my right motions for me to come to him. I shake my head. The other one reaches behind him, and I stare in dread as I see the glimmer of a large knife blade shine in the star light. He motions for me to come to him again while the other one plays with the blade in his hands. I don't know what to do. Either I go into the water where I'll never be able to swim away before they can get to me, and risk making them mad. Or I go to them, and hope that they won't kill me since I was listening. Before I know it I am standing in front of them. The one with the knife runs the blade over my cheek, down my neck, over my left breast, and down my belly sending a shiver up my spine. He giggles as I shiver. I look down to see my nipples poking out against the blouse for all to see as plain as day. The one on my right puts his hand on my shoulder, and pulls me toward the lone lamp which dimly lights the far end of the parking area. Under it lies on old wooden picnic table which I am led to. I see the brown hair sticking out from under his mask, and I realize that it's the guy from the playground. I look at the other guy, but can't see anything other than the black clothes covering him. I am sat down on the bench of the table, and the brown haired guy stands in front of me. I just stare at him. He grabs me by my hair, and pulls my face to his crotch. I feel his semi hard dick against my lips as he pulls my face tight to him. I try to push away, but he's way stronger than I am. His friend grabs my wrists pulling my arms behind my back leaving me with no way to fend him off. I can only sit there watching as he unzips his fly before reaching in. I try to pull away knowing his plans, but he holds me tight. "No please. I'm married. I can't" I plead. My pleas are answered bu his dick being slapped against my lips. It smells musky. I struggle harder as he pulls my hair harder. Something wraps around my wrists binding them together, and then I feel hands grope my breasts. I clench my teeth as the fingers find my hard nipples. They pinch them, and twist making me moan as the pain sets in. Then I hear a strange voice in my left ear whisper. "You're ours now bitch. Do what you're made for." The dick presses hard against my lips forcing my jaw open as it slips into my mouth. It slides right to the back of my throat making me choke and gag. Again they giggle. My shirt rips open, and the hands are all over my chest. Groping, pinching, twisting, and making me moan from the abuse. The brown haired guy uses my mouth hard. Fucking my face without any care as to my feelings. I feel his cock banging against the back of my mouth repeatedly as the hands are all over my breasts. I feel a tingle in my crotch as I think about what's happening. The hands move down over my belly, and I listen to the brown haired guy's breathing become more erratic telling me that he's enjoying himself. I find myself thinking about my craving to give a blow job, but my husband's not into them so it's gone unfulfilled. But now it's happening, but by some strange guy. I find myself giving in to their advances. The dick in my mouth feels so hard, and I can begin to taste his pre cum. I find myself sucking him willingly. Wanting to taste his seed. I feel fingers touching my crotch over my shorts. A giggle fills my left ear as the fingers touch the folds of my vagina through my clothes. "Your cunt is good and wet bitch. Only a real slut would be as wet as you are right now." He whispers. The dick pulls from my mouth, and I am pulled to my feet by my hair. They step back looking at me with my torn shirt hanging off my arms behind me with my heaving breasts swaying in the air. I see the brown haired guy's hard dick throbbing in the dim light. It looks rock hard, and bigger than my husband's. He must be eight inches long. the other guy steps up to me pulling my shorts slowly down to my ankles revealing my red lace underwear. He steps back, and I see the brown haired guys pointing his phone at me snapping picture after picture. The other guy pulls my underwear up high making them ride up into my crotch, and pulls my shorts off my feet. He holds them up so the brown haired guy can take pictures of the wet spot in the crotch. They giggle some before untying my wrists. I think about running, but know that I'd never be able to out run them. I am laid on top of the table onto my back, and I feel my ankles being tied to the metal frame. I just lay there as my wrists are tied together and to the frame so my arms are reaching above my head. In seconds I see the other guy kneeling by my head. His dick is out, and he is pulling my face toward it. I try to turn away, but I am unable. I feel the tingling in my crotch grow as I stare at his short fat cock. My lips open as it nears, and I take him into my mouth sucking him hard. My jaw quickly tires from being open so wide, but my attention is taken by the fingers touching my crotch over my panties. "Damn! She is wet. This bitch is down right soaking." The brown haired guy says not bothering to hide his voice. "I told you. She's loving this. You picked a good one this time." The other guy answers also not worrying about hiding his voice. "It's always the big ones that love to be fucked, and this one seems to love it rough. Don't you bitch?" "Mmm Hmm." I moan not thinking. I feel my underwear pull to the side, and feel two fingers slide into my vagina making me moan with pleasure. He begins to finger me, and it makes me hornier than ever. I suck the cock in my mouth harder as he fucks my face. "The bitch seems to like this." The brown haired guys says from between my open legs. "I wonder if she'll like this?" I feel him yank his fingers out of me, and slap my crotch hard. I moan as the sting sets in making my legs strain against the bindings holding them still. He laughs as he slaps my crotch again. The dick in my mouth shoves deeper quieting my moans. He slaps me over and over really hard before he finally has enough. Then I feel his lips press against my tender crotch, and his tongue slide into me. My back arches, and a moan escapes me from deep within. His tongue tickles across my clitoris making my hips rock and me suck with a sense of urgency. In seconds I feel the brown haired guy reach up grabbing my hard nipples. He pinches them hard twisting as he pulls my breasts downward with them. The mix of pain and pleasure drives me wild. The tickling in my crotch rises to the pit of my stomach, and intensifies. I feel my entire body slowly begin to tense as the cock hits the back of my throat. I feel my lust reach it's climax. I am on the verge of orgasm. I want it. I need it. They both suddenly stand up leaving me wanting. I look at them as they stand beside me talking. They both begin to take pictures of me reminding me of what's happening. I fill with disgust fill me. How could I be liking this? I'm such a bad person. A bad wife. A bad mom. I begin to cry. The other guy unties me, and helps me to sit up. Then the brown haired guy begins to talk. "We all can see that you're torn. You're confused and ashamed. Don't be. You've evidently been neglected in certain areas, and the need has grown over time. It's only natural. Give in to your urges, and just be yourself. Nobody needs to know, and you have two willing helpers right here. Let yourself go, and enjoy the moment." "I can't. This is so wrong. Please just let me go." "Stand up, and give me your panties." He commands changing the tone in his voice. I stand, and slowly pull off my underwear handing them to him. "Good girl. Now be a good slut, and bend over and give my friend the rest of the blow job he's been wanting." "No please." I plead. "I'm not asking." I turn around reluctantly, and bend down taking him back into my mouth. "Stand up, and give me your panties." He commands changing the tone in his voice. "No. I can't do that." I protest. "I'm not asking." He says as the other guy steps closer to me. I see the flash of the blade as he brings it up to my neck. I wait for the end as the edge is put to my skin. He presses close to me, and asks the brown haired guy if he wants him to make me listen? The brown haired guy tells him to calm down. The other guy steps back, and I tense as he runs the tip down from my neck, and circles my nipples with it. I close my eyes anticipating the sharp sting of a slice. My attention is refocused to what's happening when I feel hands grab my arms spinning me around. My hair is grabbed pushing me face down to the table bending me over. I then hear the rattling of a belt buckle. I freeze expecting to be taken. Then I feel a smack across my butt. In seconds the sting sets in making my legs shake in pain. It's quickly followed by another and another. I moan with each swat. My backside feels on fire as they spank it. Eventually the whipping stops, and I feel warm hands touching the sore flesh of my butt. One leans over the top of me whispering in my ear. "You have a nice fat ass slut." I hear the brown haired guy say. Then I feel my g string panties yank down to my ankles. "Damn. She's so fucking wet that it soaked her panties and is running down her legs." He says as I hear his phone clicking more pictures. Then I sense him standing behind me. I freeze. In a moment I feel his cock enter my vagina sliding deeper than I thought possible. I moan feeling him inside of me, and feel the tingling resume deep inside of me. His hands grasp my hips as he begins to slam into me making our skin slap together loudly. I feel my body shaking from the impacts of his thrusts, and it feels so good. The other guy sits on the table top, and pulls my face to his exposed cock. I take it into my mouth willingly. He holds my hair tightly controlling the pace. It feels like their dicks are going to meet in the middle of me. My lust is unbearable. I feel the tingling growing inside of me larger and more intense. It consumes me. My body begins to tense as the pleasure takes me. My body shakes violently as he uses me roughly. My moans are almost non stop as they flow unconsciously from me. I feel the grip tighten in my hair. He pulls me tight to his body as he groans. I gag when it hits the back of my throat. Then I feel his cum spurting out filling my mouth. I swallow it down trying not to choke. He holds me tight unloading down my throat, and the only movement I have is from the cock slamming into my vagina. "That's a good slut. Eat that cum." He goads as I suck him. "She's a good fuck too." The brown haired guys says to him. I feel his grip tighten around my hips as he fucks me. His thrusts slam into me making my body tense hard as the tingling becomes all I can feel. I hear his breathing become sporadic, and his movements jerky. The dick is pulled from my mouth letting me finally close my jaw. Then it happens. I feel the cock bury deep into my vagina, and hear him groan loud. I feel it twitching inside of me as a warm feeling grows in my womb. He's finishing inside of me. He is trying to push his dick deeper into me, but he's all the way in already. It's all I can take, and I feel my tension release from me. It flows from my head, and exits out through my crotch. My entire body shakes and quivers as the waves of release course through me. It's the most intense orgasm that I've had in years. My teeth clench as the pleasure takes me. I hear him grunt, and feel him jab deeper into me as he drains the last drips of cum into me. The shakes slowly subside as my orgasm wanes from the peak of pleasure. I feel the dick pull out of me leaving me feeling empty, but still quivering some as I lay there face down on the table. I feel tired, worn out, sore, and well fucked. I've never been used like this before. It's so wrong, but feels so right. I hear the clicking again telling me that they are taking more pictures. After a bit the other guy sits beside me. "You are a really good slut. It's too bad that we can't just fuck you all night long. I think you'd like it as much as we would." He says. Then the brown haired guy sits on the opposite side of me stroking my hair. "You are one hell of a nice piece of ass." The brown haired guy says. "I think that later tonight you'll have to show me how well you suck dick. My friend seemed to like it." "Please let me go." I moan exhausted. "It doesn't look like you're in any shape to go anywhere for a while." He continues. "I bet you can't even walk after the fucking I just gave you. And if you could manage you'll probably slip on all of my cum that's dripping out of your snatch." I lay my head down closing my eyes giving in to whatever they decide for me. I hear them stand up, and then it's quiet. I open my eyes to see them walking away. I wait until they are out of sight before trying to stand. My legs shake, and I fall to the seat on my butt. It immediately hurts. I realize that my backside must be bruised from the spanking they gave me. I lean to the side to ease the ache, and look around for my clothes. I don't see them. Anywhere. They must have taken them with them. Here I sit, naked, and the cool night air is giving me shivers. I eventually manage to my feet, and stumble through the parking area away from the picnic table. I make my way back to the campsite hoping nobody would see me and my nakedness. I walk as fast as I can, and only stop to pick up my phone which they left along the way for me to find. It takes like what seems forever to get back, but I'm sure it was less than ten minutes. I sneak into the camper grabbing my pajama shirt and covering myself. My husband doesn't even stop snoring as I climb into the bed beside him. I lay there thinking about what just happened to me, and feel the emotions run the gamut in my mind. I feel so dirty as the semen leaks from me. Knowing that I had such an intense orgasm that felt so great with someone other than my husband. The only reprise is that they took me even though I said that I didn't want to. Was it cheating, or force? If it was forced why did it feel so good. I soon fall asleep. In the morning I am the last one up. I am alone in the camper as the family is out preparing food around the fire. I grab my phone to check the time, and immediately fill with dread. The background on my phone is now a picture of me with two dicks in me taken from behind. I delete it as fast as I can, and look for more. Thankfully I don't find any. I dress, and join the family pretending that nothing has happened. The afternoon drags by with last night fresh on my mind. Strangely I find myself getting horny thinking about how they made me do what they wanted, and used me without a care. I grab a book, and sit in the screen tent to read. My family decide to go on a bike ride. They ask me to go, but I have to decline the offer since my bottom end is still quite sore and tender. A bike seat just wouldn't help my predicament any. I wave as they ride off knowing that they'll be gone for hours since they usually stop along the way to look at things and play in the playground. I dive into my book about weird short stories, and begin to relax. It's not long before I get a text. I'm a bit anxious looking, but am relieved to see that it's a picture of a fuzzy caterpillar sent from my husband. I should have known. They always send me pictures of the things that they find on their outings. Soon the texts begin to roll in steady. More caterpillars, frogs, chipmunks, flowers, and on and on. I like seeing them, but it does get annoying listening to my phone ringing so much breaking the quiet. After about ten minutes I get a picture of something fuzzy, but it's not clear so I can't make out what it is. I reply asking what it is, and soon another picture comes through. It's a clear picture of my crotch from behind as semen leaks out of me. I look at the sender, and see that it says the number is private. Quickly I delete the messages, and tell whoever it is to stop texting me. "You should be naked right now." The next text says. I ignore it. "You look hot sitting there all dressed. Looks like you're leaning to the side. Does your ass hurt?" I look around to see if I can see anyone watching me, but I can't see anyone. I figure that they're just guessing as to what I'm doing. "I wonder what your husband and would say if they seen all the pictures I have of you fucking someone else?" I can leave it go. I have to reply. "Just leave me alone. You already got what you wanted from me. Just go away." "I can't. I want more of that nice big ass of yours. I want you. I want you now." "You can't have me. EVER." "Just put down that book, and take them clothes off, and your family won't see the pictures." I fill again with fear. He has to be watching me, but where? I look around more closely. Still I see nothing. Then another photo text rings through. It's a picture of me looking around from just a few seconds ago. "You'll never see me unless I want you to. Now undress or the first one will go to your young ." I stand up looking around still. I can't see anyone anywhere. I feel like my choices are limited, and begin to undress down to my bra and panties. "Very nice, but you're not done yet." He texts as I sit back down. "All of it." I again stand, and remove the remainder of my clothes leaving me completely bare from head to toe. "Very good. Now lean back, and spread your legs as wide as you can." I reluctantly comply. "Reach down, and rub that pretty pussy of your until you orgasm." "I'll never orgasm doing this." I think as I slowly run my hands over my body. The warm mid day breeze wafts over me as my hand reaches down between my legs. I feel my wetness, and am kind of surprised. I'm not usually this wet unless I'm really turned on, and now isn't one of those times. I'm not really even in the mood. My body shakes when my finger touches my clitoris. It changes my perspective very quickly. Unconsciously my fingers dive deep into my vagina, and a moan escapes my lips. My left hand grabs my left breast, and pinches the nipple gently as my right hand pleasures my crotch. It's mere seconds before the tingling of lust grows inside of me, and my hips rock against my hand making my fingers slide in and out. I close my eyes, and a picture of last night automatically appears. The feeling of his cock slamming into me. Tasting the cock in my mouth. Feeling them both inside of me at the same time. I moan loud as my orgasm flows free. My body shakes with pleasure for minutes before slowly subsiding. Then I sit there panting. My fingers are covered in my mess, and I am feeling tired. It's a few seconds before I get another text. "Lick your fingers bitch. Let out the filthy slut you have locked up inside." Before I realize what I'm doing my fingers are in my mouth, and all I taste is my own orgasm. I suck my fingers one by one. "Good girl! Now for the rest of the time you're here you will not wear any bra, and only wear thongs or g string underwear. You will also need to shave that hairy cunt of yours. I like that it's trimmed, but it all needs to go. Then tonight you will go for your walk at eight, and you'll go straight to the maintenance shed near the waterfall. It'll be unlocked. Go inside, and wait." I quickly dress knowing that he's done with me for the time being. I delete the messages in case my husband looks at my phone, and try to get back into my story. I can't. All I can think of is having to meet him again, and knowing that he's going to use me again. Then I get another message. It's from my husband. They're on their way back, and it has a picture of the picnic table at the boat landing. I can see the outline of where my body rubbed clean last night while I was being fucked. "Someone had fun last night. Lol." He writes. Just as I read the text they ride in. Tired and sweaty they all grab a water from the cooler, and sit by me. The go on and on about what they saw, and where they went. My husband jokes about the table marks. I laugh it off asking how he would know what happened there since it could be just about anything that would have made a mark like that. He retorts that there's not too many things that can leave marks that look like boob and belly prints. I grab my shower things, and go to take a shower. As I try to wash away the filth I feel inside and out; my mind constantly races from the memory of last night to the anticipation and anxiety of tonight, and everywhere in between. When I return I see that they all had also taken showers while I was in there, and now my husband was suggesting going to town for ice cream. I am more than willing to do anything to get my mind off things. We drive the half hour into town, and then we do some shopping after stopping for ice cream. We make a day of it, and return around six thirty. My are tired, and the hubby is ready to sit back to relax. We play board games for an hour before the go to their beds. My husband says that he's going to lay down to read. That means read until he falls asleep in less than a page. I sit there in my chair knowing that I will have to start walking really soon. I wait until I hear him snoring. Which is about ten minutes. Then I slip on my sandals, and begin to walk. I make it to the maintenance shed a little before eight. It's unlocked so I slowly walk in. It's well lit on the inside, but without any windows you could never tell. The sounds of the waterfall is silenced when the door closes behind me. I look around, and see a large room with a single work bench along the back wall covered in tools and stuff. Tools and parts are hanging all along every wall, and it makes the rustic inside look well used. I stand there looking around for a few minutes before the door swings open behind me. A bag is pulled over my head as I turn around blocking my sight. Then I feel my wrists quickly being tied together before being pulled up toward the ceiling until I am standing on my tiptoes. Then I hear that familiar voice. "Looking really good tonight my sweet slut." The brown haired guy says. "I'm glad you showed up. I have a lot of things I've always wanted to try, and since I have a willing partner here." "I'm not so willing." I interject. "Well, you showed up, and I see that you are missing a bra. It seems to me that you are listening to what I'm telling you. That tells me that you're willing." "I only did that because you are blackmailing me." I feel him press his body against my right side, and his hand touches my crotch. "Then explain how wet you are bitch." He whispers in my ear. "I can't control that." I feel his finger pushing up against my shorts as he tries to push them into me. I moan painfully. Then I hear him giggle. His hand lifts my shirt up over my head, and he tucks it behind my head to hold it up out of the way. His hands go straight back to my breasts, and he caresses them pinching my nipples go gently. It feels so good that a soft moan of pleasure escapes me. He massages my chest for a minute or two before walking away. I hear him digging through things before his steps return to me. Then I feel something tightening around my right breast followed by something tightening around the left one. I feel it pull even tighter, and tighter as it wraps around my body. I feel pressure build in my breasts as the thing tightens around me. I hear him walk away again, and then when he returns I feel something tighten to my nipples. It doesn't hurt, but the pressure is intense. His hands begin to touch my breasts lightly. I can barely feel his touch as his fingers trace around my areolas, but I can feel his touch when his fingers move down my sides to the waistband of my shorts. He slowly pulls my shorts to the floor. "Nice panties." He says as he looks at my sheer black satin thong. His finger go straight to my crotch where he touches the gusset of my underwear. "Soaking wet already. Tell me again how you don't want this slut." I feel a warm feeling wrap around my right nipple, and I realize that he must be sucking on it. It feels strange. Not as sensitive as it usually is, but it's enough to get the familiar tingling going in my crotch. I feel myself tensing, and pushing my body against him trying to get more of my nipple into his mouth. I strain against the ropes holding me high feeling them cut into my wrists. His hand massages my left breast while he suckles the right. He nibbles on my now rock hard nipple eliciting moans from deep inside of me. After a few agonizing minutes of him teasing my breasts the hood pulls off. The light blinds me at first. Then as my eyes adjust I see him standing in front of me smiling. His chiseled face and long brown hair above the bared hairless chest. He's only wearing boxer shorts and sandals. I look down to see my breasts tied tight, and purple from lack of circulation. I can see clothes pins clamped onto my nipples, but I can't really feel them. Then I look up to see that he has placed cameras all around me, and they were recording. I begin to struggle fruitlessly. "There, there. The fun is just beginning." He says as he turns to the bench. He grabs something, and I don't see what it is until he turns around. Then I see him holding two candles in glass jars. They're both lit, and I can see the liquid wax pooling up in the jars. He is soon in front of me holding one of the jars close to my face. I feel the heat on my cheek. I turn to look at it just in time to see him tipping the jar. The wax slowly pours out onto my left shoulder. It burns as it trickles down over my left breast, and it leaves lines of wax as it cools to my skin. He moves it back and forth until my breast is completely covered, and the wax is running down my leg. Then he repeats the process on my right side. All the while I clench my teeth not wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing that he's hurting me. "You're taking this like a champ." He says as he dumps out the last drops onto me. "Fuck you asshole." I snarl. "Maybe later babe." He says as he begins to scrape the wax from my skin with a piece of metal. "First you have to do for me." "I'll never do anything for you. Just let me go." "You can go when you finally give in to your inner slut. We both know that you are one horny bitch, and you want to fuck. I bet you wouldn't mind if I sent all the pictures to your husband. I bet you secretly wished that he was here with five other guys fucking the hell out of you right now." "That's your fantasy. Not mine." "Is it? I tell you what... I'll untie you, and then you can either do what I want, or you can leave. You know what will happen if you stay, and you know what will happen if you leave. You choose. Good girl, or let yourself be the slut you know you are." He unties my wrists, and then unties my breasts after removing the clothes pins. I just stand there in my underwear thinking. I want to run so bad, but he'll send those pictures. I look at the floor, then the cameras, and then him. I don't know what to do. I have to stay. I have to do as he tells me or my life is over. I don't want my husband to leave me and take my . Damn it! I'm stuck. "That's what I thought. Here. You know what to do." He says handing me his phone. I look at it, and I see that he has pre written a mass text to all of the guys in his address book. It says that there's a woman that want to see how many guys she can take at once waiting in the waterfall shed. It goes on to say that I'm a big girl, but very horny and ready for anything. It ends with a picture of me from this afternoon sitting there naked with my legs wide open pleasuring myself, and says to hurry. "What's it going to be?" He pressures me. My hand shakes as my finger nears the "send" button. I can't do it, I shouldn't do it, but before I know it I did it. I watched as the messages read delivered in rapid succession. I feel my crotch flush with excitement as my mind fills with shame. "That's what I thought. You are a really horny slut. I bet you dream about getting dick all the time." I can't deny that one. I'm always horny, and my husband has never been able to keep up with my sex drive. I fantasize a lot, but never really have the time to do much more than that. "It'll be a while before they get here. Until then I think we can do that fucking that you wanted. Bend over, and spread that big ass of yours." He says dropping his boxers revealing his rock solid cock. I reluctantly turn away from him, get down onto my knees with my legs spread, bend over against a pile of rags laying on the floor, and reach back spreading my cheeks. I feel the cool air against my heated crotch as he kneels behind me. He pulls my panties to the side pulling the thing out of my butt crack, and slide easily into my already wet vagina. "God damn your slut pussy is so hot and wet." He say as he begins to ram into me. "I love the way you can take all of my cock." It feels so good inside of me. My lust is taking the pleasure to new heights. I feel an orgasm quickly build inside of me. "Just fuck me." I moan. "See slut. I knew you wanted my cock all the long. You're just a cock . A fat cock that needs to get as much cock in her slut cunt as she can. Isn't that right bitch?" "Whatever you say. Just fuck me." I moan louder as the orgasm begins to tense my entire body. He pulls his cock out of me leaving me frustrated. "Tell me what you are, and I'll let you cum." "What?" I say being taken by surprise. "You know how much you want it. Hell, we both do. And the only way you are going to get it is to look into the camera and say what you are." I look into the camera in front of me controlled by my lust, and I hear myself stammering, "I'm just a filthy cock slut. I need dick in me. I want to fuck every cock I can. I'm such a slut. My pussy is for fucking." "That's it bitch." He says sliding back into me. I moan as he slams into my vagina repeatedly making my body shake hard. My orgasm slowly returns, and is about ready to take me when he pulls out again. I moan in frustration as my body pushes back trying to get him back in to finish me. "I think it's time for you to do things a bit different." He says laying on the floor. I climb on top of him, and his cock slide right back into me. His hands and lips fin my breasts quickly. I moan as he squeezes them together sucking both my nipples together. I ride his cock hard feeling it deep inside of me. I am so close to orgasm when he lays back staring at me. "Stop a sec." He says. "Lift up." I do as he says, and he reaches down pulling out of me. I feel his cock move back, and poke against my anus. "Now sit." "What? No. That'll hurt." "Take your time then." I begin to lower myself slowly feeling it push against my hole. I've never had a dick in my ass before, and the one time I tried it didn't fit. Now I don't have a choice to stop. I have to make it fit. I feel my hole open around his cock. Wider and wider until it feels like it's open as far as it'll go. Then I bounce on it gently feeling it going in and out lubed by my vaginal juices. It slides easily, and I feel it pushing deeper little by little as my hole opens more around it. He soon begins to push up with his hips as I come down, and I feel my hole stretching more, and it stings as he pushes hard against me. "You're taking too long. The head isn't even in yet." "I'm sorry. It hurts. I've never done this before." "Bullshit. A slut like you should have her asshole fuck everyday." He says grabbing my hips and pulling me down harder as I ride him. I feel my hole being stretched more and more. The stinging grows every time I lower myself. Then I feel his cock hit a wall inside of me. "There's the sphincter. Now is when it's going to hurt. So try to relax, and then just push past it." It does hurt. It feels like he's ripping me open, and it hurts even more when his cock hits against my sphincter muscle. But I do as he says, an try to relax. I ride up and down his dick until it hits against the muscle. He moans as he pulls me down with a bit more force. It takes a few moments before i feel the muscle begin to give. It hurts as it gives some before quickly tensing again. "You need to hurry up slut. Or I'll just do it." I'm trying, but it isn't working. It hurts. A lot. It feels like my butt hole is being torn apart. I continue riding him; clenching my teeth to control the pain. His grip tightens to my waist, and he stops me from moving. Then he begins to fuck me from below. His cock slips in and out slamming against my sphincter making me moan in pain. He pulls my chest down to him telling me to spread my ass cheeks wide. His teeth clamp down on my right nipple as I open my ass for him. Then he pulls me down while he lifts his hips. I feel his cock go from just touching my asshole to slamming against my sphincter hard. I moan in pain as he pulls out. His teeth move to my left nipple, an he slams back into me. I feel my sphincter give more this time. He pulls all the way out again, and repeats his thrust. It feels like the tip broke past before he pulled back out. My legs are numb, and my arms are tired from holding my ass open for him. He lays back looking me in the eyes. Then he pulls me down hard as he raises his hips. His cock pushes into me savagely, and I feel my hole opening as he stretches it. Then in a second it hits my sphincter, and pushes past. It hurts, and my muscle clamps down against his hard shaft trying to expel it. My legs shake from the pain, and I feel faint as his cock fills my guts. I look down to see him smiling under me. "I knew your slut ass could take my cock. This gives a whole new meaning to what you said before, doesn't it?" "It hurts." Is all I can manage. "You said to fuck your asshole, and now I am." He laughs as he begins to fuck my hole. It feels like he's plunging my insides as his cock slides in and out. His lips and teeth work my breasts while I try to balance myself against his thrusts. My muscle soon gives up it's fight. His cock slides easily into my ass over and over. It hurts, but my legs are numb. He fucks me for a few minutes before pushing me off. I fall onto my right side, and feel my ass burning. My sphincter tries to clamp shut, but it can't. In a moment he is lifting me to my hands and knees. I feel him spit down my crack, and then use it to lube his dick before sliding it back into my ass. He spreads my cheeks wide as his cock reaches even deeper into my rectum. His hips crash against my ass cheeks, and his balls slap my vagina. It's not more than five minutes of him using my ass roughly before he plunges deep into me, and I feel a warm swelling growing in my belly. I can feel his cock twitching inside of me as he lets out squirt after squirt. He fills me for a few seconds before it begins to run down my leg. I feel it sting as his cum leaks past my asshole. He holds it in me. Thrusting occasionally as the orgasmic waves course through him. Then he pulls it out slowly. I fall to the floor onto my stomach. My ass feels like it's been torn to shreds, and my guts are burning inside. My sphincter is quivering from being rammed against for so long. a bit of gas leaks from my ass followed by a warm ooze. I feel it leak out, and run down over my crotch. "That's a good view right there bitch. I could watch my cum leak out of you for hours, but instead you better clean yourself up. The guys will be here any minute now." I wipe off, and pull my underwear back in place before pulling my shirt back down from behind my head. He steps in front of me, and touches my cheek lovingly. Then he reaches down to the collar of my shirt, and tugs to to the sides ripping it straight down the front until there's only about two inches of fabric holding it together. My breasts bounce as me shirt loosens, and makes the shirt flop open revealing my cleavage and most of my belly. "That's more like it." "Can I have my shorts?" He laughs. "I didn't think so." I spot a chair in the corner, and sit in it to wait for the inevitable. He checks the cameras, and fools with his phone telling me that he's downloading to clear the memory so there's plenty of space to record all night. I feel the seriousness of my predicament as I watch, and I think about just running. I figure my husband would understand. He loves me, and won't just leave. But how do I explain it if he sees the recording of what just happened? It looked like I wanted it. Hell, I said that I did. I am brought back to reality when the door swings open, and four guys all in their twenties walk in. They look at me sitting here, and then talk to the brown haired guy. They all laugh and talk for a few minutes. All the while I'm thinking about how I can take these guys no problem. Then the door opens again. About six more guys walk in. Now I'm starting to worry. Four is one thing. The most I've ever done was two, and that was once only yesterday. But ten? I don't know... Then the door opens again, and three more guys walk in. They're a bit older. They look like they're in their fifties. The brown haired guy greets them all, and I see the door opening again but can't see who's entering or leaving. I'm hoping leaving. Then all the guys turn toward me, and make a big circle. I try to count, but get to fourteen before the brown haired guy calls for me to step into the middle of the circle. I hesitate as I rise up, and walk slowly into the middle of all these guys. "Show them your nice and smooth pussy my slut." He orders. I pull down the front of my panties, and turn so they all can see that I'm shaved bald down there. "Do you guys like?" He asks them. They all cheer. "Well then. Lift your arms slut." I comply lifting my arms over my head. "Have at her guys." In less than a second they are all over me at once. I feel hands all over my body. Pinching, poking, pulling, squeezing me everywhere. My shirt is torn off me, and my panties quickly follow. I am being kissed, sucked, and bitten all over too. Yet I somehow remain standing with my arms over my head. I close my eyes, and my attention is quickly taken by the attention they are giving me. I feel my crotch flush with excitement, an heat up as my juices begin to overflow. I can feel my wetness trickle down my legs as finger slip in and out of my vagina and ass. I look down to see most of the guys are now naked and rock hard. I fall to my knees knowing what will happen. Wanting it. Needing it. Waiting for that bitter taste in my mouth with exhilaration and lust in my soul. |
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I think you have a future in writing erotica. I'm looking forward to reading more. Prof10001 Swing by my blog!
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Porn Novelist in the making
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I have to admit I always get a little uncomfortable reading about forced sex and yet the fact it was written by a woman from a woman's perspective made it so captivating. The internal conflict as she struggled with the battle between her fear, commitment, lust and desire were rivetting. And then there was the sense of familiarity I have from reading your other posts and viewing your pictures and it made the fantasy feel so very real. I kept thinking about how intensly erotic it must have been for you to write. I can assure you it was every bit as intensl erotic to read. Amazing job!
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Very interesting, you should write lots of such erotic stuff and make loads of money...
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8/19/2017 8:48 pm |
A very well written story pertaining to the frustrations of not having a partner who doesn't satisfy their better half which leads to fantasizing or acting out on their frustrations. I loved your erotic story telling and look forward to more of them.
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