Loading...What are your fantasies?
What gets you off late at night when you only have yourself and your favourite toy?
For me, my fantasy life is way more adventurous than my reality.
In my fantasy life, I am seduced and made a sexual pet by Mrs. Walker, the hottest teacher ever.
In my fantasy life, I am just getting out of my cheerleading uniform, when the whole football team walks in and has their way with me.
There are a variety of races, a variety of cocks and a variety of positions I’m taken.
In my fantasy life, my boss uses me to close deals by either being a cocksucking cum swallower, a tight pussy to be used as a cum deposit, or an eager pussy-licker.
In my fantasy life, I am forced to flash strangers, teasing men and women shamelessly with my shaved pussy and perky breasts.
In my fantasy life, I am a submissive, who obeys every sexual command any man or woman gives me.
In reality, though, I had only done a few things…and almost always while drunk. My two college roommates had their way with me on more than one occasion; I flashed people at a bar on a drunken dare and I had anal sex with a boyfriend who I couldn’t say ‘no’ to. But for the most part, I lived in a fantasy world…until last weekend when everything changed.
It started innocently enough when I hosted a gathering. We have always taken turns hosting small parties the second Saturday of the month, and it was my turn to be the hostess with the mostest (and oh would I ever be!)
I am always up for a good drunk, as I am still in my relatively carefree twenties, as is the rest of our gang from work. The plan was it would be a pot luck appetizer and a wine tasting party. The two were a lethal combination for my slim body: not enough substantial food and sweet-tasting wine, which went down like water for me.
Like most of our gatherings, it included lots of sexual innuendo, lots of drinking, and lots of gossip. Rumours spread like prairie fire, especially when wine is involved. By the time the fourth bottle of wine was empty, I was incredibly drunk and I knew way too many tantalizing tidbits of useless information about every co-worker who wasn’t at the gathering.
We then played truth-or-dare, something we had never done before. I’d invited my two closest co-workers Shelly and Tina, Tina’s husband Frank, a co-worker named Jon, one of our college interns Simone and our computer tech Markus.
Shelly was a blonde bombshell that seemed to have a new young stud every week. It was actually shocking that she didn’t bring anyone to today’s gathering. She usually had some sweet fucking eye candy to drool about.
Tina was a blonde too and also pretty, but shorter and less endowed in comparison to Shelly’s double-D breasts, and shyer too. Tina’s husband Frank was a firefighter who was built like a brick house, and I often fantasized about using his hose to cool me down.
Jon was a poster boy for preppy. He could have easily come directly out of the pages of an Abercrombie & Finch catalogue. At our marketing office he was the male closer, and Shelly was the female equivalent. You would be amazed, or maybe you wouldn’t be, how much sex appeal is used to close a deal. (I often wish I could be the closer…but I was the behind the scenes girl).
Simone was a twenty-two year old redhead sex bomb intern who was clearly going to be a female closer one day. She was short, not even five feet, but her curves were ample, and she wore the clothes to showcase them perfectly. She also had a naturally sexy voice and I could literally envision her as a phone-sex operator.
Markus was the firm’s super geek. He wasn’t Urkel nerdy, but he had the glasses and the lack of fashion sense. He was also the only black man in our circle of friends.
And then there is me. I am blonde as well. I have blue eyes, very firm 34b breasts, a tight ass, a freshly-shaved pussy and an athlete’s body. Actually, Shelly, Tina and I all have tight bodies, as we work out together and run in marathons. We are also all in our mid-twenties, without kids and living a very active New York City life.
Again, truth-or-dare was not something we had played before, so I really had no idea what to expect. The first round was tame as people all picked ‘dare’ and were forced to do a dance, or shoot a drink or a similar low-impact stunt.
But as we got drunker the game became more interesting and naughty.
Simone picked ‘truth’. Jon asked, “How many people have you slept with?”
The redhead beauty smiled. “I can’t say I know the exact number, but a dozen or so.”
“Slut,” Shelly playfully teased her, Shelly easily being close to triple digits.
“It takes one to know one,” Simone retorted, before asking, “Wait! Was the question men or people?”
Jon asked, “Would the number be different?”
Simone looking directly at me it seemed and said, “Oh, the number would be drastically higher if it included my lesbian trysts.”
I could feel a sudden tingle as Simone stared at me revealing she was bisexual.
Shelly joked, “Bisexual slut.”
Simone finally broke eye contact with me and retorted, “Jealous?”
Shelly, seemingly noticing Simone’s and my brief moment, teased, “I think Bridgette wants to help you add to your list.”
I quickly came to my senses, none of them knowing of my submissive lesbian college past, and snorted, “As if.”
Simone pouted, “You wouldn’t do me, Bridgette?”
Deciding it was easier to play along, I faked confidence. “Oh Simone, I would devour you whole.”
Simone smiled, “Be careful what you say sexy, I just may take you up on your offer.”
Shelly got us back on track, “Ok, you two cool it off. We have men here; let’s keep our weekly lesbian slumber party conversations for another time. Markus, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Markus replied.
Shelly teased. “Dare again, hmmmm, what secrets to you have buried in your closet?”
He shrugged nonchalantly.
Simone dared, “Flash your cock to us.”
Markus, surprised by this, responded, “Are you serious?”
“Deadly, I want to know if the big black man myth is real or not.”
Markus shrugged, “All right, I got nothing to hide.” He stood up, dropped his pants, and unleashed the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least nine inches and thick. It was impossible to believe such a geeky looking man could be hiding such a large package.
Shelly complimented him, “Markus, where have you been hiding that snake?”
The wittiest thing I had ever heard from him escaped his lips next. “In my pants.”
We all laughed as he put his snake back in his hiding spot.
Shelly was next and picked ‘truth’. Markus asked her, “Have you ever been with a black man?”
She smiled and responded back with a question, her tone dripping with flirtation, “Is that an offer?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged showing a confidence I only saw in him when he was talking computer shop.
After an awkward silence, Simone pointed out, “Hey, you never answered the question.”
Shelly smiled, “Yes, I have if you must know.”
Frank chose ‘truth’ as well. Shelly asked, “Is your cock as big as your muscles?”
Frank, used to Shelly’s forwardness, chuckled, “Big enough to keep many fires burning once I get my hose inside.” The naughty innuendo had me wishing my growing fire could be quenched with a big hose.
“I need exact measurements,” Shelly insisted.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I am no Markus, but I am a solid seven plus inches.”
Shelly looked at me, “Do you have a ruler?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Go get it,” she ordered, as she often did.
I stood up, stumbled a bit realizing I was drunker than I thought, and went to my desk in search of a ruler.
I returned a couple of minutes later and Frank had his cock out and Tina was stroking it, getting it fully erect, apparently for the measurement.
Shelly, in her usual authoritative tone, ordered, “Bridgette, measure Frank’s cock.”
I looked at Tina who nodded her head in agreement and I went to the couple, bent down and placed the ruler under Frank’s impressive fully erect cock. I tried not to touch his cock, but it was impossible. Tina lifted it up so I could get the ruler to the base and I measured Frank’s cock. “Seven and three-quarters inches.”
As I moved away, Tina stunned us all as she suddenly took her husband’s cock in her mouth for a few quick bobs. When she was done she shrugged, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
I stared at them, suddenly turned on. Shelly announced, “Bridgette got turned on watching Tina suck off her husband.”
I quickly defended myself, “I did not.”
Shelly laughed, “You are practically drooling.”
I continued my denial, “I am not. I was just surprised by it.”
Tina looked at me and offered, “Want a taste?”
“What?” I gasped, shocked by the offer.
Tina chuckled, “I’m kidding, Bridgette.”
I laughed back, but the thought in my head was I would love to feel that cock in my mouth or pussy. The game continued, and it was my turn to be the center of attention.
Frank, his impressive package back in his pants, asked, “Truth or dare, Bridgette?”
“Truth,” I answered.
Frank smiled, “Would you have sucked my cock if my lovely wife here would have allowed you to?”
My face went instantly beet red and my pussy began to leak slightly at the thought as I tried to think how to answer the question.
While I remained silent, Shelly pushed, “Bridgette, I think your silence has already given us your answer, but you need to answer the question.”
Attempting to be flippant, and over-the-top to make it seem all more outrageous and absurd, I responded, “Fine, yes I would sucked his cock until he sprayed his hot seed down my eager throat.”
Frank responded, with a smug tone I couldn’t quite understand, “Good to know, Bridgette.”
Tina slapped my ass, “You slut.”
I shrugged, playing along in this crazy game, filled with sexual innuendo, “Maybe, but only if you offered me his sweet cock.” I shocked myself and the gang when I finished by giving his still fully erect cock a gentle squeeze in his trousers.
Shelly chuckled, “Well, this game is really getting interesting.”
Trying to get the attention away from me, I turned to Tina, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she smiled.
Deciding to keep the naughty game going and answer the question that had my pussy all wet, “Would you ever actually let someone suck your husband’s cock?”
Tina, her smile shifting slightly from sweet to wily, “Do you mean would I let you suck his cock?”
I quickly shook my head ‘no’, even though that was exactly what I meant. “No, no, no,” I stammered, “I was just keeping up the bizarre sexual undertones of this game.”
Shelly interjected again, “Sure, sure, Bridgette. We can all see the hunger in your eyes.”
Tina pushed me too, her tone playfully sinful. “Do you want to fuck Frank too, Bridgette?”
“What? No!” I gasped, desperate to get the attention off me.
Tina burst out laughing, “I’m just fucking with you, Bridgette. But to answer your question, yes I would, and I have let other women play with my husband’s delicious cock.”
Before I had time to filter her shocking answer, I let out an involuntarily, “You have?”
Tina smiled, “Hmmmm, indeed we have.” As I allowed this shocking revelation about Tina and Frank to spin in my inebriated mind, Tina turned to Jon, “OK Jon, truth or dare?”
Jon shrugged, “You choose.”
Tina paused before saying, “Dare it is. I dare you to kiss Bridgette. I think she clearly is in need of some loving attention.”
“What?” I blurted.
Jon moved to me, “Come here, baby.”
I looked around as all eyes were on me. I stood up and walked over to the super handsome Jon. My panties now were completely damp as I was both mortified and turned-on by the sudden attention I was receiving. I reached Jon and he pulled me in and gave me a warm, passionate kiss. His hand also went to my ass and gave me a firm squeeze.
Shelly broke the intimate moment. “You two need a room, or maybe just a bed?”
I broke the kiss, attempting to be casual even as my loins were heating up and distracting me from thinking straight. I ended the awkwardness the best way I knew how, by announcing, “I have to pee.”
I quickly staggered to the bathroom, the wine really doing a number both in my head and on my bladder. When I returned to the living room, Tina handed me another glass of wine. Shelly announced, “While you were gone, Bridgette, we decided since your birthday is next week we are going to play a special game of Bridgette-enhanced Truth or Dare.”
“Say what?” I asked, confused.
She flashed me a coin and said, “We will flip a coin and if it is heads it is ‘dare’ and if it is tails it is ‘truth’.”
“OK,” I responded, “but how is this Bridgette-enhanced?”
“Because,” she smiled, pausing for dramatic effect, “Every one of us will flip a coin and then ask you the question or give you a dare.”
The realization that it was all about me suddenly became crystal clear and I asked, “Why?”
“Because it is your almost birthday and because you desperately need it.”
“How so?” I questioned.
She walked over and gave me a big tit-crushing hug, before whispering in my ear, “Trust me.” Her hot breath on my ear made my sweet tingle start again and when she slid her tongue in my ear, my left leg gave out briefly. Just as quickly as she teased me, she moved away and I sat back down on a chair taking a lengthy sip of my wine…wondering what the heck was happening.
Shelly tossed the coin to Jon who flipped it and said, “Heads…dare it is.”
Acting way more confident than I was feeling, I quipped, “Go for it!” I followed this up by spilling wine on myself and cursing, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Jon said, “Well apparently fate stepped in. My dare is for you to take off your shirt and leave it off.”
I looked at him stunned. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged, “That is the dare.”
I smirked back, thinking two can play this game. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to him, my pink lace push-up bra now the center of every man’s and woman’s eyes. Instead of being embarrassed by the staring, I felt sexy and confident and the dampness in my pussy increased.
Simone joked, “What a cute bra, you must have been hoping for some action tonight.”
I blushed, attempting to be suave, “Well, a girl should always be prepared.”
“Indeed,” Shelly smiled, her provocative tone unsettlingly me.
Simone flipped the coin in the air and I watched it hit the floor, roll around, and land tails-up. She smiled, “Truth this time, Bridgette.”
Taking a long drink of wine, I confidently retorted, “Ask me anything!”
“Have you ever dyked out with another girl?”
I responded flippantly, “Haven’t we all?”
Simone inquired, “Do tell.”
I shrugged, ignoring the fact that I was my two roommate’s submissive pet on more than one occasion back in the day, I answered, “My roommates and I often played.”
“And…” Simone pushed.
“And what?” I asked coyly, enjoying teasing the beautiful redhead.
“Did you eat pussy?”
“I think that I have told the truth already,” I replied.
Shelly intervened, her tone demanding, “Answer the question, Bridgette.”
Always being the follower to Shelly, I quickly answered, attempting to be slightly crude, “Yes, I ate their cunts.”
“Get fucked by them?” the redhead delved deeper.
I looked at Shelly who gave a just-answer-the-fucking-question look. “Yes.”
“In the ass?” Simone asked the ultimate taboo.
I nodded weakly in the affirmative.
Frank picked up the coin, my face burning with embarrassment, my pussy burning with need. He flipped the coin and caught it and showed it to me, “Heads.” He paused, seeming to think what to dare me to do before looking at Shelly who gave him a slight nod. I was confused by the brief interaction, before Frank dared, “I dare you to give me your panties.”
I always got turned on by the thought of flashing and being an exhibitionist, so this was not a big deal. I quickly slipped my panties off and tossed them to him.
To my surprise, he put them to his nose and said, “Hmmmm, you smell delicious.”
I blushed yet again, as Shelly walked over and took them demanding, “Let me see.”
One of my best friends took my panties and took a long lengthy sniff at the crotch. “Hmmmm, I agree, they smell delicious.” She then added, “And fuck, they are drenched. What is getting you all wet, Bridgette?”
Suddenly everyone staring at me had me both excited and nervous, but I retorted, “I plead the fifth and it’s not your turn to ask me a question yet.”
She smiled and said, “Oh it will be soon.” Her tone dripped with flirtation.
Tina grabbed the coin and flipped it. It was tails this time. ‘Truth’. Tina didn’t even hesitate as she asked, “Do you ever fantasize about being the center piece of a boy and girl orgy?”
I was flabbergasted by the question. I could have remotely expected such a question from Shelly, but from Tina…never. Yet, there it was just lingering there in the air, six people staring at me waiting for an answer to the absurd question. I answered, “Sometimes.”
“How often?” Tina questioned.
I shrugged, “I don’t keep stats.”
“More than once a month?”
“Probably.”
“More than once a week?”
“Sometimes.”
“Interesting,” Tina said, letting her response to my humiliating answer linger for all to contemplate.
Markus grabbed the coin and tossed it in the air. It landed at his feet and I, now very drunk and unable to see to clearly, bent down to see what it was. Heads.
Markus looked down at me deadly serious, at my subservient position, and dared, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette.”
I gasped. “What?”
He began immediately to pull down his pants as he repeated, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette. Don’t pretend you don’t want to.”
Looking at the big black snake, I definitely wanted to, although I even more definitely wanted it inside me. I was fucking hornier than I could ever remember being and desperately wanted to be fucked. Deciding ‘fuck it’, I grabbed his massive black rod and leaned forward, taking it in my mouth.
He moaned, “Good girl.”
Wanting to be a good girl for him, I bobbed up and down on his cock ignoring the audience, who were probably watching in shocked awe. Soon I forgot them and I began to rub myself as I slobbered on his cock. I don’t know if I was really good, or if he has a quick trigger, but in only a couple of minutes of concentrated cocksucking I felt a sudden spray splash the back of my throat. I didn’t slow down and swallowed every last drop of his salty seed, all the while rubbing my clit attempting to get myself off.
Suddenly I was brought back to the cold reality…I had just sucked off a co-worker in front of a group of friends as Shelly announced, “My turn.”
Markus pulled his dick out of my cocksucking lips and said, “That was great, Bridgette. You are a natural born cocksucker.”
What does one say to such a compliment? Thanks? I remained silent, suddenly paralyzed by my actions.
Shelly pulled me up and said, “For the last round of the game Bridgette, I am going to give you a buy one, get one free, deal.”
“How so?” I asked, staring into her hypnotic eyes, as her hand went under my skirt and to my wet pussy.
“I am going to give you one truth and one dare,” she revealed.
“OK,” I replied mindlessly.
“Truth first,” she smiled, her finger easily parting my glistening pussy lips and sliding inside my wanton pussy.
“Kkkkkkkk,” I moaned, greatly distracted by her touch.
“Do you want to eat my pussy in front of all our friends and then be ravished by the rest of the group?”
“Desperately,” I moaned, wanting everything she just said to happen.
“You will eat my pussy?”
“Yes.”
“You will eat Tina’s pussy?”
“Yes.”
“You will lick our young redhead’s cunt?”
“Yes,” I moaned, her finger now pumping in and out my pussy.
“You will let Markus, Frank and Jon, fuck your pussy?”
“Oh god, yes,” I admitted, wanting a real cock in me more than I have ever wanted a cock in me.
“You will suck their cocks like an eager little cocksucking slut?”
“Hmmmm, yes,” I moaned, my impending orgasm beginning to build.
“And your ass? Can they fuck your ass?” she questioned, seeing how far I was willing to submit.
“Yes, damn it, they can do whatever they want with me,” I desperately admitted before begging, “now please someone shove their big cock in me.”
Shelly, seeing I was near the brink of orgasm, pulled out of me and put her finger, coated with my juice, to my mouth. I obediently, without hesitation, sucked on her finger.
“Good slut,” she purred, “but you don’t get to come until every other person here has come first.”
“What?” I asked, exasperated.
She walked over to the couch, lifted up her skirt and spread her legs, “Now crawl over here like a good horny slut and eat my pussy.”
Mortified at being called a slut in front of my friends, yet even more excited to please them all and hopefully be pleased in return, I dropped to my knees, refusing to make eye contact with any of them and crawled over to my beautiful friend.
Once at her feet, Shelly asked, “You have wanted to eat my cunt for a long time, haven’t you?”
Although I had always seen her as beautiful, I hadn’t really thought of her as a love interest, but I told her what she wanted to hear, “Yes, Shelly, I have fantasized about eating your sweet cunt since I first met you.”
“I bet you have,” she smiled, before grabbing my hair and pulling me gently into her sweet center of sin. I eagerly began lapping her pussy, as sweet memories flashed me back to my college days. I used my tongue like a small cock, moving my face up and down, back and forth, attempting to fuck her with my tongue. Shelly’s moans got louder as I suddenly felt hands on my hips. I attempted to turn around and look but had my head pulled back to her pussy as she demanded, “Keep licking, lez-slut.”
A chill went up my spine at being called a lez-slut and I returned to pleasing her as a cock slid inside me. I moaned into Shelly’s pussy and took her clit into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her clit and her moans got louder and she demanded, just like my roommates used to do, “Don’t you dare stop licking, slut!”
Less than thirty seconds later, her juices coated my face as I brought her to a loud screaming orgasm, “Oh God, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck, you fucking slut that is so gooooooood.”
Oddly flattered by her nasty words, I continued lapping her juices through her entire orgasm.
She finally pushed me away, continually berating me, “Fuck Bridgette, you are one little eager slut aren’t you?”
I looked back and saw whose cock was filling me. He winked at me and I turned around and looked up at her silently, my face coated with her cum. I was proving her right, according to the cock currently in my pussy.
Shelly smiled, “You want to come don’t you?”
“Desperately,” I moaned, Jon’s slow thrusts feeling so good.
“Remember, you can’t until you have got all of us off,” she reminded me.
Deciding I could play this game too, I smirked, “Well, two down and four more to go.”
I reluctantly turned around, allowing Jon’s sweet cock to slip out of me and I took it in my mouth. I bobbed up and down like the eager little slut I apparently was. My desperation to come overcame my feeling of how slutty I must have looked. Jon moaned as I deep throated him and after a few minutes of concentrated sucking, he got close. Jon grabbed my head and began to face-fuck me furiously, thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. It didn’t take long at all before I was swallowing my second load of cum of the night.
As soon as he pulled out, I surveyed the room and saw Tina, completely naked, slowly stroking her husband’s cock while watching my act of submission. I crawled over to her and asked, “Can I lick your pussy, Tina?”
“Of course, slut,” she replied, a constant reminder of how big a whore I was tonight thrown in my face.
Sadly, I knew I no longer cared. All I cared about was pleasing everyone at the party and eventually getting the long awaited orgasm I so badly craved. I leaned into her surprisingly hairy pussy. Her scent was much stronger, her bouquet clearly held in by her patch of hair. It was more of a struggle to get comfortable and more than once I felt pubic hairs in my mouth but I stayed focused on her addictive aroma and her sweet taste. Again, I felt hands on my waist, and again felt a cock slide inside my drenched pussy. I assumed it was Frank, the only one not to get off, and I had to stay focused to not come, surprisingly determined to obey Shelly’s order.
Unlike Jon who slowly fucked me, Frank hammered away at me, each thrust forward slamming his body into mine and my face slamming into Tina’s wet pussy. This somehow got Tina excited as I heard her demand, “Oh fuck, yeesssss, fuck the slut Frank, fuck her harder, make her fuck my cunt with her face, baby.”
Shockingly, Frank fucked me harder and I heard in the distance Shelly demand, “Don’t you dare come slut. If you do, this tape will be shown at work on Monday.”
The threat jolted me up as I turned to see her holding a camcorder. I begged, “Please don’t tape this!”
“Shut up slut, and get back to your new job, our pussy pleaser,” she scolded.
Tina grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back into her cunt and I was again being pounded into her pussy. The shocking revelation that I was being videotaped momentarily numbed me and helped me prolong an orgasm I wasn’t sure I could prevent a minute earlier.
I don’t know how much longer Frank fucked me while I face-fucked Tina before I felt Tina grab my head and hold me in her wet cunt. I struggled to breathe as she came like a pissing racehorse all over my face. Moments later I heard Frank ask, “Can I come in her?”
“In any hole you wish, Frank,” I heard Shelly offer.
“Nice,” he grunted, and kept fucking me hard and deep.
The pleasure was returning and thankfully just as my orgasm was beginning to build I felt his cum explode inside me. He kept pumping, although slower, until he was completely spent.
He pulled out of me and I could feel his cum slowly leaking out of my pussy and onto my legs. My knees numb and my face coated in cum, I turned around and collapsed onto my back.
Shelly said, “I don’t think you are done yet.”
“I know,” I meekly answered, “but my knees are killing me.”
“Get used to it, you will be on your knees a lot from now on,” she informed me.
Before I had time to react to Shelly’s odd statement, Simone called my name, “Bridgette, come over here.”
I looked up and she had something in her hand, a harness of some sort. I nervously crawled over to her. She bent down and placed this odd harness onto my head. Once it was strapped on tight, like a muzzle with a cock, she sat on the couch, opened her legs and demanded, “Fuck me, slut.”
I realized she had put a strap-on cock on my head and I was expected to fuck her with my head. It was so bizarre. I moved my newly-acquired cock to her pussy and noticed she was a natural redhead, a small patch of hair trimmed perfectly just above her pussy. I would much rather have licked and tasted her pussy, but I did as ordered and attempted to fuck her. It was awkward at first, as I couldn’t really find her pussy, missing the first three times I attempted to enter her. This got chuckles from the others who were watching. Finally, with Simone’s guidance, my cock slid between her pussy lips and I began to fuck her. Getting into a constant rhythm was a struggle, but eventually I did. I started slow, but began to get faster as Simone’s moans increased. Eventually, Simone demanded, “Faster, Bridgette, fuck me faster!”
I obeyed, moving back and forth with the same hardcore determination I had while sucking the boys’ cocks earlier. Simone’s moans became high-pitched whimpers and eventually a squeal as she came from my cock. “AAAAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck,” Simone squealed. I kept fucking her until she begged, “Stop, Bridgette, stop.” I stopped and watched as she slapped her clit and her legs shivered and quaked as her orgasm continued to pulse through her.
As Simone’s breathing finally calmed down, Shelly said to me, “Time for dare.”
“What?” I asked confused.
The camcorder still on me, she said, “Dare. I dare you to submit to me unconditionally as my personal sex slave, my personal plaything.”
“What?” I repeated, shocked by the unconceivable dare.
“Wasn’t I clear? I want to own you. Your tongue and mouth, your tits, your pussy and your ass become my property. You do as I say, always. You pleasure my pussy whenever I tell you do. You fuck any guy I order you do. You eat the pussy of any woman I offer you to. I think it is pretty simple. Now submit to me, now!”
I stared at her for a long time. I looked at my so-called friends who had all taken advantage of me. My pussy was on fire and I had to admit to myself that many of my fantasies had come true tonight, and that I couldn’t deny the reality that being used and told what to do got me super horny. Yet, submitting to such an extreme dare was too much. I whispered, looking away from her, refusing to make eye contact, “I can’t.”
Shelly laughed, “You can’t or you won’t?”
“Both,” I answered, still not looking at her, knowing I was too weak to really resist her if she ordered me to.
“Once you submit to me slut, you will get the orgasm you are craving and I guarantee it will be the most powerful, intense orgasm you have ever experienced,” she teased.
I could feel my pussy begging me to submit, to allow it the pleasure it was just promised.
“Plus,” she added, “this is what you want, to be used, to be dominated. You said it yourself.”
I had never said such things. Still avoiding eye contact, I confidently disagreed, “I have never said any such thing.”
“July 7th, my dream last night was so real I thought it was really happening. I was fucked again and again by unknown man after man in some dirty bathroom…each man coming on my face, in my hair, on my tits, on my ass. By the end I was coated in so much cum,” Shelly said.
I finally looked up and saw she had my dream diary in her hands. I gasped, “How did you get that?”
She smiled, “Well, I have known about it since last month when we were here. It was a great read. There was a sweet heroine, a lot of plot twists, but it needed a real ending, don’t you think?”
“How dare you!” I said, my face now red with anger and not shame.
“Don’t you speak back to your Mistress,” Shelly roared.
I instantly apologized, stammering, “S-s-sorry.”
“Sorry, what?” she said, her tone still no-nonsense.
“Sorry, Mistress,” I replied, giving in.
Her tone softened as she asked, “And you want to be my slut?”
I was so confused and maybe it was because I desperately wanted to orgasm, maybe it was because I was indeed the slut they all saw me as, or maybe it was because I was scared of what she would do to me if I refused. Either way, my next words concluded my transition from friend and co-worker to slut and slave. “Yes, I want to be your slut.”
“And you will never disobey me?” she questioned.
“Never,” I replied, looking directly into the still filming camera.
“You understand you will be used as our sexual closer for now on. Well sometimes it will be you and my other slut, Simone,” she revealed.
I looked at Simone who blushed and then turned back to Shelly. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl,” she purred, her anger now all gone. “Boys, it’s triple team time.”
In a blur of speed, I watched as Markus lay on his back and I mindlessly climbed onto his massive cock, slowly allowing it to fill me up fuller than I had ever been filled. Once the massive black cock was buried in me, Jon went behind me and I felt cold lubrication on my ass, followed by his hand on my ass and slowly his cock splitting between my ass cheeks. I closed my eyes and attempted to ignore the sharp pain, which was easier with the big cock in my pussy. Like the other times I have been ass-fucked, the pain eventually faded away and I began to enjoy it. Soon I had two cocks filling me and was then presented with a third as Frank’s semi-hard cock slid between my lips.
My desperation to come now overwhelming me, I began to ride both the cocks in me as best I could, while continuing to deep throat Frank. It was less than a minute of riding the double cocks that my long awaited and desperately needed orgasm exploded through me. I opened my mouth to let out a loud scream, as promised by Shelly, the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced coursed through me, sending tingles of pleasure through every pour of my skin. I continued fucking both cocks, wanting the orgasm to last forever. Although it eventually subsided, I could feel a second orgasm already building. I ravished Frank’s cock like the nasty slut I had become and continued my triple penetration. A second orgasm ripped through my body a couple of minutes later and was followed by a third a few minutes after that. My jaw sore, Frank thankfully pulled out and thanked me by shooting his cum all over my face.
Once Frank moved away, Jon leaned me forward and began to fuck my ass hard. I leaned forward and stared at Markus who was smiling, his cock lodged deep in my pussy. Jon pounded my ass with powerful thrusts and each brought a whimper from me, a mixture of pleasure and pain, never having been fucked by such a big cock in my ass. I could feel yet another orgasm building in me as my ass was ravished. As my moans increased I felt cum sprayed in my ass, something I had never felt done before, and it was enough to have my fourth orgasm hit me, although a much smaller orgasm than my last three.
Once Jon pulled out of my ass, Markus, somehow, his cock never leaving my pussy, flipped me onto my back and started to really fuck my pussy like it had never been fucked before. As his massive cock went deeper into me, the feeling was more intense than I thought possible. Sweat dripped off his forehead as he fucked me for an eternity. Suddenly, I saw a pair of legs over me and watched as Tina’s hairy pussy lowered itself onto my face. Sitting on my face, she rubbed her pussy back and forth, using my face as a fuck-toy. I had trouble breathing again but thankfully every few seconds Tina would lift her ass up enough to give me fresh air. Her aroma drowned me, and I was drunk with lust. I licked as best I could all the while being fucked by Markus’s perfect big cock. This lasted a couple of minutes before Tina began to bounce lightly up and down on my face. Her juices coated me with each downward drop. Suddenly, she screamed and had a second orgasm all over my face. Her cunt lingered above me, juice occasionally dripping onto me as Markus continued his long rampage on my pussy until finally she fell beside me and turned to look me eye to eye.
She smiled and said, “Fuck Bridgette, you are so fucking hot.”
I moaned in response as Markus’s cock continued to pleasure me.
Suddenly he lifted my legs up, grabbed my ankles and held them together leaned forward until my ankles were in mid-air and he continued fucking me. From this angle he reached new depths and I screamed, “Oh my God, Markus, fuuuck that is amazing,” as his cock filled me. Tina reached over and began tapping my clit while Markus resumed his deep fucking. My breathing increased again and I could feel my fifth orgasm building. My body quaked with each spank to my clit and I begged, “Harder Tina, spank my clit harder.”
She obliged while leaning in and sliding her tongue in my ear. As she spanked my clit, she whispered in my ear, “You are such a sexy slut, Bridgette. Frank and I plan to take you home one day and have you over for Frank’s monthly poker party. After each hand, the winner will get to use one of your three holes. You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
I moaned, the pleasure of Markus’s cock taking away any remote thought of resistance, “I would fucking love it.”
Her spanks got quicker and I screamed, as the orgasm finally fit, like a tidal wave during a hurricane, “I’m comiiiiiiiiing, oh yes, don’t stop Tina, please don’t stop.”
She continued the concentrated clit play, while biting my ear and Markus grunted, “I’m going to come soon slut, where do you want my cum?”
I begged, “Fill my cunt with your cum, Markus.”
“Your wish is my command, slut,” he grunted, continuing his deep thrusts in my still pulsing cunt.
“Oh yes, oh yes, come in me Markus, fill your slut with your cum,” I begged.
“Aaaaaah, here it comes,” he grunted and my pussy walls were soon being coated. He continued pumping my pussy until every last drop of his seed was deep inside my love canal.
He could have fucked me all night. Another orgasm was already building inside me, but he pulled out. Much to my surprise, Simone quickly crawled between my legs and licked my cum filled pussy, while Tina moved down and took my erect nipple in her mouth.
Simone kept putting my clit into her mouth and pulling her head back until my clit was stretched as far as possible and then she would let go. Each time she let go, my whole body spasmed. After seven or eight spasms, Simone slid two fingers inside my cum-filled cunt and began finger-fucking me while tormenting my clit. My orgasm continued to build with each clit pull until I begged, “More fingers, Simone, please!”
She added a third finger, widening my pussy and the next time she let go of my clit another orgasm flowed through me. “Aaaaaaaaah, yes, I’m coming again.”
Both continued pleasuring of me until my breathing finally slowed down.
Shelly who had been quiet for a long time finally spoke, “Any last words for the camera, slut?”
Exhausted, yet totally accepting my new role as their slut, I looked directly at the camera and said, “I am your submissive slut Shelly and yours too Tina and yours too Simone and yours too Markus and yours too Jon and yours too Frank. Use my mouth, my pussy and my ass as you please. I am your slut, your dyke, your cocksucker and your whore.”
Impressed, Shelly stopped the camera and ordered me to crawl back to her. I eagerly obeyed, hoping for one more taste of her heavenly pussy.
She opened her legs; I crawled between them and continued my servitude of my new Mistress…one that led me to many, many more adventures.
The end…