The Train

As the bowl you’ve stoked so tightly passes among the 8 of us, you see the devilish look in my eyes and I know you’re already dripping wet.We’re in your living room. Candles burn. I’ve uploaded your grind list on your laptop. I pour wine and margaritas all around. You watch my every move, drinking me in, wanting me.But you know I have other plans.As the last of the bowl dies, I slide in next to you on the couch and unbutton your pants and slide them down to your thighs, your panties coming with them.  You raise your feet in the air, willingly, oblivious to the crowd around us, so that your heels remain as I slip your pants off in one smooth motion.

Without any cue from me, the other 6 men descend on you like you are prey. Instantly, they stand around you naked, as I lift your shirt and undo your bra, leaving you vulnerable to their desires. Only I remain clothed.

Each of the 6 men have names, but only I know them. It’s inconsequential that you know. They’re here for your pleasure. That’s all you need to know.

Cock #1 climbs onto the couch and stands and offers himself to your mouth, and you take him, your lips slipping over the head, his cock sliding in all the way to the hilt. You moan as if you’d not sucked cock in years.

Cock #2 settles in beside you on the left and you reach out and grab him and begin to stroke the shaft, just as Cock #3 takes your right hand and guides it to his cock.

You now possess three cocks, and you work them expertly, your hands moving in time on two cocks, your mouth sucking Cock #1 deep into your mouth.

All the while your eyes stay open, focusing only on me.

As you moan with delight to the pleasure of three cocks at your disposal, Cock #4 sits on the couch beside you and maneuvers himself amongst all the chaos and pulls your body on top of his. I hand him a jar of cocoa butter. You never let go of the three cocks you work on.

Cock #4 dips his fingers into the cocoa butter and smears it on your ass, finding the darkest of holes that only I have opened in your recent memory, greasing you up for his glorious cock.

As Cock #4 readies your ass for fucking, Cock #5 stands in front of you.

In all your ecstasy over playing with three cocks, you’re body shivers from the sensation of Cock #4 readying you for sodomy, and you have no idea that Cock #5 is about to slip inside your cunt.

Your are still focusing only on me.

As Cock#5 rubs the head of his penis on your clit, you feel the sharp jab of Cock#4 beneath you, spreading your ass, pushing inside.

You shudder and grit your teeth on Cock #1 and bite down hard. You moan and through the cock filling your mouth I hear you let out a garbled, “Fuck me!”

Cocks #4 and #5 slip into your ass and cunt at the same time, instantly bringing you to orgasm. You buck so hard against Cock #5 he almost slips out of you, not expecting your powerful upward thrust. But Cock #4 is ready for it, and he pushes himself all the way into your ass, bringing you to a second orgasm, bigger than the first.

You scream now, a guttural scream, because Cock #1 has begun fucking your mouth, ramming his cock deep into your throat.

And all the while, you keep your eyes open, focusing only on me.

As you work two cocks in your hands, and three cocks with your orifices, Cock #6 slides in among the bodies and starts to suck on your left nipple.

I, Cock#7, finally have my clothes off, and I slip in beside you as best I can and glance at Cock #6 as his mouth playfully gives your left nipple attention.

I know what you want. And you watch me, just as  you have during this whole cock exchange.
Leaning down, I grab your right nipple with my teeth … and tug. Hard. You writhe in enjoyment. You have three cocks in you, two in your hands, and two other men with cocks giving your nipples attention. But only my touch sends you overboard.

As I tug on your nipple with my teeth, you buck back and forth more feverishly, Cock #4 pounding your ass and Cock #5 pumping your cunt.

Cock#1 reaches climax and begins to fill your mouth with come. You take it all in, licking the remains off the head of his cock and swallowing.

At the same time, Cock #6, who’s left your breast and has been jerking himself off, begins to shoot ribbons of come onto your chest. The sensation makes you buck harder against Cocks #4 and #5, and they in turn come, filling your cunt and ass with their creamy jism.

As the satisfied cocks move away from you, Cock#3 gets off the couch where he’s been sitting while you stroke him and moves between your legs.

I pull your body on top of me so you can face Cock#3 and stroke your sensitive back with my finger nails, sending shivers down your spine.

Taking my right hand, I guide my cock into your sopping wet cunt, slipping inside past Cock#4’s still hot come. Cock#3 steps up to your cunt and pushes himself inside you, his cock using my cock to guide himself inside your cunt.

I pull your legs open wider, so they  dangle in the air, your five-inch heels kicking at nothing in time with our thrusts. Moving my hips, I fuck you slowly at first, trying to find the motion that Cock#3 and I can maintain together inside your cunt. Finally our rhythm becomes one, my cock sliding almost out then ramming back in as Cock#3 slides out almost to the tip then slams back into you.

You are screaming now through ragged breaths. “Yes! There. Right there! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me, baby!”

We comply, fucking you harder, your ass slapping against my stomach, Cock#3’s pubic bone slamming against your clit. When you come again, I have to wrap my arms around you to keep you from throwing Cock#3 off you. I hold you close to me tightly, and you turn your head and find my lips and my tongue pushes deep inside. I can taste the remains of Cock#1’s come in your mouth.

Cock#3 is the first to come and I can feel his cock shudder against mine as he shoots deep inside your pussy. The sensation is so overwhelming I follow just as he finishes, filling your cunt with even more come.

For the next hour, the seven of us fuck you senseless, taking turns stuffing our cocks inside your mouth, your cunt, your ass. Everyone has fucked you somewhere at least three times. You’ve sucked two cocks at once while Cock#1 and I fucked your cunt again, our four cocks filling you with so much come at once, you couldn’t keep it all inside. It dribbled down your chin and neck, pooled and jelled on your chest, dried all over your thighs and stomach and cunt lips.

You are one hot sticky mess by the time we finish, the six other cocks dressing in exhaustion and leaving as you and I lay together on the couch, our bodies intertwined after our last coupling, just the two of us having fucked slowly, sensuously, lovingly for your night’s final moment of enjoyment.

As the lights go out and the front door closes, you lean into me and whisper, your voice so sated I don’t have to see to know you have a look of satisfaction enveloping your face: “You’re so good to me, darling. I love you. I need only you … but I can make use of seven cocks once in a while.”

~Him

Taken

You walk into the bedroom after a long day of work, tired, your guard down, hoping to lie down for a few minutes to unwind.

You don’t see me.

I’ve come home from work a little early and loosened all the light bulbs save the one in the lamp on your nightstand, which I’ve replaced with a low-watt bulb. I’m sitting in the dark, naked in one of the two chairs in the corner. You switch on the lamp and pause for a second, noticing  that something isn’t right about the lamp … and the room … but you shrug it off and set your iPhone down.

As you do, I leap from the chair and close the distance to you in seconds.

Bewildered, you whirl as I enter the dim light and slam into you, shoving you onto the bed. I can see in your eyes a brief recognition of what’s happening … this is the “taken” fantasy we’ve hinted about having … and then I see fire come into them, because you’re ready to fight back.

You throw me to the side, my skull hitting the headboard, and start to get off the bed. But I recover just in time to grab you by the hair as you stand, jerking you backwards, strands of hair coming off in my fingers as you fall backwards again, crying out in pain.

But there’s no time for you to nurse your pain. I’m on you, a hungry predator, clutching, tearing, ripping at your breast, buttons flying as I shred your blouse. With my other hand, I grab at your pants, breaking the button and zipper in one violent motion.

You start scrambling backwards, your hands pushing your body back further on the bed, as you try to get away. You kick me … in the balls … and my already hard cock swells from the pleasure of feeling the excruciating pain that flows up into my stomach from your blow.

As you claw backwards to get away, you’re actually helping; your pants are already down to your knees. I smile, saying, “Thank you, bitch.”

Your lips part and your tongue pokes out in anticipation … and you try to kick me in the balls again. But I’m fast and spring backwards, your heel catching my rigid cock instead. The searing pain excites me, and I leap back on you, clutching at your panties, splitting them in two as I rip them from your body.

You smile and take a swing at my head with your right hand, but I duck and grab your arm with my left hand and pin it to the bed as I close in and cover you and pin your other arm down, kicking your pants the rest of the way off, knocking your heels to the floor with them.

I don’t need my hand to guide my cock into your cunt. With all my weight on you, I push at your entrance, expecting to find it dry, expecting the bumpy insides of your cunt to scrape the flesh from me as I shove my cock inside you.

But you’re so wet, the Amazon is flowing between your legs, and I slip in as easy as if I were fucking you in one of the many public bathrooms we like to frequent.

You writhe beneath me, still trying to fight back, bucking, so unlike when I usually fuck you, when you buck in rhythm with me. Now you’re trying to throw me off you, but you haven’t a prayer, my thrusts pounding inside you so violently I have a sudden thought we might break the bed frame.

I know you’re excited. I can feel your cunt clenching and unclenching around my cock as you buck, a wild animal, trying to free yourself but at the same time heady from the pleasure coursing through your body. You try to bite my shoulder, but I let go of one of your arms and shove my arm against your cheek, turning your head sideways as I pin it to the bed.

Still bucking at my thrusts, but more with my rhythm now, I can feel your tension starting to melt away, and you wrap your free arm around my back, your fingernails digging into my flesh, your cunt now so wet I know you’re ready to come.

This won’t do.

I pull out of you and flip your body over and climb up behind you and pull your hips back into me and … without any lubrication at all, push my cock into your ass.

At first you try to pull away … because of the pain, I know … but as I sink my cock all the way into your tight ass and start to thrust, I can feel you accept me, and all my wild abandon, willing to be taken, your pain be damned.

“I have another surprise for you,” I say, once you’ve surrendered, lustily, in the voice I imagine a rapist might use.

As I pound my cock deep into your ass, the torchiere lamp between the two chairs in the corner clicks on to illuminate a beautiful buxom call girl with flowing red hair and supple breasts sitting in the other chair, her mouth agape with lust, the fingers of one hand buried in her pussy as she massages her clit with the other.

“Get over here, Candi. My bitch needs to be taken more,” I growl.

Candi stands and walks over to us, circling around to the other side of the bed, the fingers of her left hand still massaging her clit. Climbing up on the bed, she nuzzles up to you, bending down to wrap her lips around your left breast.

You let out a low moan and it begins to build, louder and louder, along with the pressure inside your ass from my cock, as Candi’s expert tongue flicks at your swollen nipple for a while.

But she has other ideas, according to my orders, and leaves your breast to wiggle beneath you, her head pointed towards me.

Still pumping your ass, slower now, my thrusts finding a long and deep rhythm, I look down to see Candi’s head beneath us. I have a sudden impulse to tell her to lick my balls as I fuck you, but I remember what I told her before you got home: “You can’t touch me. You can watch, you can diddle yourself, you can fuck the bed post for all I care, but I’m not putting my cock inside you, anywhere. You’re here for her.”

Without me saying anything, you spread you legs wider, so you can lower yourself closer to Candi. It’s the first time you’ll feel a woman’s touch, and I can tell from your ragged breathing you’ll be coming all over her face not long after she does touch you.

As you make your cunt more available to her, Candi lifts her head and pushes out her tongue and licks your clit. You shudder, the ripples of your first orgasm starting to flow through your body.

Candi’s tongue is fast, and she alternates between swirling around your clit and burying it deep inside your cunt, right next to the two fingers she’s inserted, driving you into a frenzy, judging by the higher pitch of your moaning.

My cock in your ass and her fingers in your cunt and her tongue scraping across your clit is too much for you, and you nearly collapse on top of her in another orgasm so intense you shout out staccato screams to the rhythm of our fucking you.

As you lower yourself onto Candi’s face, you become aware that Candy’s legs are spread below you, her shaved cunt inches from your face. I watch, leaning around you to the left, still fucking your ass, even slower now, holding myself back, so I can take this all in.

You bring your face closer to Candi … slowly … tentatively … you’ve never done this before … you’ve only tasted yourself — having licked your pussy juice from my cock after I’ve fucked you, or from your fingers after you’ve fucked yourself. Her smell is overpowering … I can smell her from my position behind you … the pungent aroma of cunt that speaks of the earth and of the ocean and of pure animalistic nature.

You can’t hold back any longer, and you open your mouth and your tongue reaches down, and you bury it into her pussy. The effect is overwhelming, and you come yet again … pushing your ass back onto my cock as far as it will go and letting your body rest on Candi’s face, her tongue likewise buried in your cunt.

As you taste her and lick her clit, I pull you off Candi’s face, so you can balance again on your knees … because I’m ready to come.

I’ve kept my promise to you … never to touch another woman. But I didn’t promise I wouldn’t do this:

As I pull out of your ass, ready to explode, Candi, knowing what I’m about to do, drops her head from your cunt and tilts it backwards, so that I can let go … so I can come … come … come, shooting ribbons of jism all over her face … while her hips writhe from the pleasure of your tongue, coming herself, her juices spreading over your face, still buried between her legs.

Separating myself from the pile of bodies, I lie back against the headboard, watching you finish off Candi, the shudders flowing through her body slowly fading as your touch becomes softer and softer.

After a while, you lift your head, and turn to find me, your eyes glassy, your cheeks and lips wet with Candi’s juices, to say: “She takes just like me, darling. Just like steak tartar.”

And my cock swells once again.

-Him

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-Him

You’re laying flat on the bed, legs high in the air, wearing those exquisite red shoes I like so much. I’m kneeling over you, a heel in each hand, using them for handles as I drive my cock into your cunt.

~Her

Your strokes are long, slow, and deep…oh, so deep. Occasionally you stop, pushing into me farther, the tip of your cock plucking my g-spot as you grind up and down for a bit. You then resume your stroking, back and forth, so exquisitely slow, your lips and teeth finding my ankle to kiss and nibble a bit, and I raise my hands above my head to stretch in delight…and to grab the headboard, that I may have something to leverage as I respond to your thrusts.

-Him

Releasing your legs and letting them slide down my sides, I lower myself onto you, your breasts mashing against my chest as I cover you. Your legs are now spread so wide I’m splitting you like a wishbone after Thanksgiving. I keep my strokes long and and slow, pushing far inside, as if trying to impale you. You gyrate your hips in time with my rhythm, thrusting against me when I penetrate you the deepest, your arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders, fingernails clawing my back as you try to shred my skin.

Breathless, I pull back for a moment and recover and say, my voice low and gravely: “Turn over, darling; I want to fuck you senseless.”

~Her

Your words, your voice… so perfect, so low….wash over me and my cunt contracts, soaking your cock with wetness and warmth before you pull out. I can see my cum all over you and as you stand at the end of the bed I slide down to sit in front of you, taking your cock in my mouth to suck all of me off you, my hands on your ass to control your hips a bit, lapping noisily as my tongue and lips greedily taste us. Your cock is huge in my mouth and I know I could make you come in a few seconds…but not yet, darling…you’ve promised to fuck me senseless, and I’m going to hold you to that.

Releasing you I look up, smiling slyly, then move myself into position in front of you, on my knees, my ass in the air as I reach my hands far in front of me to grip what sheets I can…I know I’m going to need something to hang onto.

-Him

I move toward you, my cock pointing straight in the air, throbbing for your wetness. But you’ll have to wait. Instead, I bend down and grab your hips and put my lips to the top of your left ass check. Parting them, I slide my tongue along your ass, downward, toward your cunt, making you think I’m going to taste you before I fuck you like the wild animal that you are. But I stop right at the base of your cheek and open my mouth and bare my teeth and bite down … hard.

You scream, but the sound has nothing to do with pain, the sensation of my bite firing along your nerve pathways, directly into your cunt. A shudder rolls through your body, and I know you’ve just come. Releasing you, I stand back and smile, admiring my teeth marks. They’re going to be around for a while.

My need to be inside you growing, I move back toward you, my cock poking at your ass. I guide myself to your cunt and puuuuussssshhhhh inside, in one long fast hard stroke. You raise your head passionately and I reach out to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling hard. You respond by bucking your ass backwards. And I begin to fuck you, long hard fast strokes plunging inside you and back out, inside you and back out, inside you and back out, my body slap slap slapping against your ass. Releasing your hair, I grab your hips, to better balance as I pound your cunt. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. You cry out: “Oh God.” I pound harder faster deeper. Wham. Wham. Wham. My back arching, my balls bang against your clit as I bang you.

~Her

I can still feel where you bit me, a hard reminder every time you slam into me. I’m either coming again or still coming, I can’t even tell anymore. I am dizzy with pleasure…I am dizzy thinking about the pain, and the pain I’m going to be feeling later after you’re done violating me…I am dizzy with lust for you…I feel like I’m going to pass out from it all…but your cock, buried inside of me, keeps me alive and awake…I am conscious of nothing else…and then I feel you moan…yes, I feel it, down through your cock and straight into me…your moan coming out the end of your cock right with your cum, vibrating through me. But your violation doesn’t stop there as you slip your thumb into my ass, making me jerk and come more…impossibly more…impossibly pleasured. I drop my head and push back against you while, gritting your teeth, your moan turns into an animal sound of pleasure and mating as you empty yourself into me, going on endlessly…until finally you stop your rhythmic thrusts and, still buried inside, run your fingers down my back, making me buck and scream in my own low animal sound one last time.

Making Love By Candlelight…

From our friend over at Fun and Dirty Thoughts

Take a moment to read “Making Love by Candlelight“

With My Mouth

making my tongue very flat, i slide it down, down, down your shaft as I take you into my mouth, past my lips and teeth

engulfing you

i begin to move my head back and forth, slowly, letting my saliva build up and get everything slick for you to pass through

you’re so big in my mouth

mmmmmm, i hum a little bit and the sensation goes straight to your balls and you swell a little more

you’re very deep in my mouth now…back and forth

my tits are rubbing against your knees and they are hard as rocks…two hard pebbles moving back and forth in time with my head bobbing on your cock

i’m taking you in as far as you can go

i can smell you and it makes me wetter…so impossibly wet

your hands have been above your head but now you reach down and start gently gripping my hair

helping me bob back and forth

and your hips are gyrating faster now…i can feel you swell more

i hold your balls in my left hand while my right reaches up and I run my fingers thru the hair on your chest

pinching a nipple while i squeeze with my left hand…just a little bit

and you twitch in my mouth and i know you’re moments from coming

my mouth is so wet, there’s saliva and pre-cum dribbling out of it as I suck you…hard

and then, with a moan escaping your lips, you begin to cum

the first shot is small, but then with every one you cum more and more

jets of opacity streaming into my mouth

and i swallow, every last bit i can

licking you like a lollipop to get it ALL

and i keep sucking you….gently now, you’re so sensitive

but i keep you in my mouth

until you’re spent

….and then…then, i kiss you with that mouth

One Wish

If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake everyday
to the warmth of your breath on my neck,
the whisper of your lips on my cheek,
the touch of your fingers on my skin,
and the wonder of your heart beating with mine…
Knowing I could never find that feeling
with anyone other than you.

Half-Nekkid Thursday

Grind Music

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Just damn….

The Glass Menagerie

You’ve just closed the door to our hotel room, after coming up from the bar with martinis in plastic glasses, a little something to cool us down after our latest love-making session a half hour earlier.

For the past day and a half, your cock has been in and out of every orifice in my body that would take it. We’ve fucked in the bathtub, on the floor, on the couch, against the door. We would have fucked in the Jacuzzi down by the pool if not for the idiotic family of 7 who couldn’t decide whether to play in the pool or the hot tub, switching between them every few minutes, apparently oblivious to the fact that not seeing our hands above water when our bodies where pressed so tightly together probably meant we were endeavoring to frig each other off.

And yet we’re about to go at it again because, when you look back for me after putting the security latch on the door, I’m naked on the bed, hips 6 inches in the air, two fingers slipping in and out of my pussy, my left hand massaging my breast. My half-lidded eyes tell you I’m about to come, while my smile says “fuck me” in your head, even though my lips haven’t moved.

You almost drop our drinks, the scent of my heat swirling around you, your cock instantly hard, at attention, ready to be buried anywhere and everywhere inside me yet again.

Being a good man for me, you always follow your cock. You walk over and set our drinks on the nightstand and quickly undress and move toward the bed. The pace of my diddling has increased, both of my hands now between my legs, the fingers of my left hand rubbing my clit while I finger-fuck myself with the other hand.

You stand a foot or two from the bed, watching me play with myself, one of your favorite guilty pleasures. I’m writhing now, hips jutting even higher in the air, meeting the thrust of my fingers and the pressure building inside my cunt from the combination of stimulation on my clit and the walls of my cunt, my eyes shut tightly, my mouth agape, my breathing ragged, my cries of pleasure getting louder and louder as I build toward orgasm.

Slowly you move forward and climb on the bed, your cock now inches from my head, moving towards my mouth, and, as I reach the point where you can tell I’m about to climax, you lean forward, gently rub it across my lips, then push inside my mouth.

The sensation of your swollen cock filling my mouth while the pressure in my cunt is at its highest sends me over the edge, and I shudder, the muscles of my mouth pulling your cock in deeper, my tongue cupping around it, my body shaking as I come come come, waves of pleasure rippling through me.

I quicken my pace on your cock, turning my body to you, my hand grasping the shaft, my tongue swirling around the tip as I pull my mouth back, then thrust my head forward to take it in, pull back, thrust forward, pull back, thrust forward.

You lean your head back, eyes closed, mouth grimacing with pleasure and moan. “Suck me, baby,” you say, your voice husky.

After a while, as I continue to bob back and forth on your cock, I can feel you getting ready to come. But you want to slide inside me, and you start to pull your cock out of my mouth. I’m not quite ready for you to leave, and  my lips clamp down, but not enough to keep you from pulling your cock the rest of the way out. As you do, my teeth press down on the tip, raking the last inch or so, the pain making you gasp as you leave the bed.

Looking back at the glass floor-ceiling windows, four stories up, you get an idea.

“Let’s give the city a show,” you say and reach for my hands and pull me off the bed to my feet. You put your arms around me and push me back toward the windows, your cock sliding along my leg as you press your weight against me and slam my ass and back and head against the glass.

You grab my right knee and pull my leg up across your ass, and, bending slightly at the knees, with your right hand guide your cock toward my cunt, pushing against my clit, rubbing the tip up and down, sending my body into another shudder. Then you slip your cock down, into my wetness, and … push … all … the … way … into my cunt.

Your left hand still holding my leg against your ass, you put your right hand in the small of my back and begin to rock into me, starting with a slow comfortable motion that quickly builds into a rhythm of deep thrusts.

Below us you can see people on the busy sidewalk, cars jockeying for position on the street, everyone plodding toward their destinations completely unaware of what’s going on above them. A thought crosses your mind, as you ram your cock so far inside me my eyes open wide and I cry out, that somewhere someone might be watching us, might have a camera aimed at us, might be uploading a video of our fucking to YouTube once we’re through.

Strangely, this excites you, and you increase your pace, fucking me with long hard jackhammer thrusts that have me whimpering each time your cock slams into me to the hilt. As we fuck wildly, my hips gyrating just as quickly as your thrusting, my clit grinding on your pubic bone, I begin to come again, the walls of my cunt grabbing your cock, the heat inside me increasing with my new flood of wetness.

And you pull out of me and tell me to kneel and grab your cock and begin to stroke yourself with your right hand, fast and hard. Your knees bent slightly, your left hand against the window, bracing yourself, the muscles in your calves begin to shiver, the sensation running up your legs to your balls.

I look up at you, my eyes lustful, hungry. “I want to taste you,” I say. “Give it to me, baby.”

My sexy voice goes into your ears and straight down to your balls, meeting the shivering from your legs, and you shudder and begin to come … squirting hot, opaque streams of come onto my eyelashes and my cheeks and my nose and my lips and into my open mouth and all over my tongue, which I’ve stuck out to catch your flow.

As you finish, you reach down and grab me by the hair and push my mouth onto your cock, wiping the rest of the come still on the tip across my tongue. Letting go, you pull back and watch me collect the come from my face with my hand and bring it to my lips and slide my fingers inside and clean them, swallowing as much of what you’ve given me as I can find.

When I finish, I look up and smile. You lean down and pull me up to you and wrap your arms around me, your  favorite damned disease, and kiss me, my lips still sticky with come, before turning to lead us into the bathroom, to the shower.

Later, after we’ve cleaned up, we lie on the bed and sip our now warm martinis before quietly curling up together — sated wild animals — and fall asleep.

For Him

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,

Give me my Romeo. And when I shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,

And he will make the face of heaven so fine

That all the world will be in love with night

And pay no worship to the garish sun.

~~William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet