John and Louise have what most people would consider being a rather unconventional marriage. Louise likes to have sex with other men and John is happy for her to do so. In fact he takes it as a compliment when men want to fuck his beautiful blonde wife, because he knows she will always be his and if she has a little fun then all the better. After all, he will always be the one who will benefit from the experience she gains.
But Louise hasn’t always been totally happy with her adventures. Not because she doesn’t want them but because they haven’t always lived up to expectations, and so one evening as they lay naked side by side in bed she tried once more to explain it to her husband.
‘What I’m looking for.’ She told him. ‘Is someone who will just use me for their pleasure. Someone who will simply do whatever they want with me, because, as long as they don’t hurt me, their pleasure will give me pleasure, if you can understand?’
‘I think so, but weren’t you chatting to some men on the internet with that in mind?’
‘I was, but I’ll have to come up with something else because it’s not working out.’
‘Why, what’s the problem?’ John asked, idly stroking his wife’s flat stomach.
‘The problem is that they’re either too timid and want to treat me like a china doll, asking please can they do this or would I mind if they did that to me, or otherwise they interpret the phrase ‘use me’ in the bdsm sense and come on all aggressive before I’ve even met them. I don’t want either of those types.’
John turned on his side and began to caress his wife’s breasts. ‘So what exactly do you want?’
‘I just want someone who’ll simply take me as if I was some kind of everyday object that they owned. Someone who won’t ask, they’ll just do things naturally, and then we can both enjoy it.’
‘Hmm. I think I know what you mean.’ John was frowning now, even as he played with his wife’s nipple. ‘You want someone who’ll just assume you’ll like whatever they want to do with you, and do it?’
‘Yes, don’t ask, and definitely don’t threaten. Just do it.’
‘Like I’m doing now with your boobs?’ He was mauling her breasts, squeezing and massaging them, tugging gently on her nipples.
‘Exactly, except I’d want a lot more than just a little boob play.’ Louise giggled. ‘Anything at all, so long as it doesn’t hurt.’
‘Yes, I know you’re not into pain.’ He grinned at her repetition and pinched her nipple, making her jump. ‘Okay I’ll have to think about that one. Maybe I can organize something for you as a birthday present.’ Her thirty-third birthday was only eight weeks away.
‘If you can it would be brilliant. Make it more than one man if you like – in fact several would be good.’ She giggled as she added the last bit, neither meaning nor expecting John to take much notice.
‘Leave it with me; I’ll see what I can do.’
He rolled on top of her as the thought of her in the hands of other men got to him.
Nothing more was said until a couple of weeks before the day, and then he waited until they were in bed and turned towards her to whisper in her ear. ‘I couldn’t get anything sorted for your actual birthday, but next Saturday evening you are going to be delivered to an address and get your fantasy made reality.’
‘How?’ She asked, shocked but delighted. ‘Who?’
‘Don’t ask.’ He smiled in the darkness. ‘Don’t you want your present to be a surprise?’
‘Well, yes, I suppose so.’
‘Well, I can guarantee you this one will definitely be that.’ He told her mysteriously.
So, she thought, my surprise birthday prezzie will come a week early, I don’t mind that. She shivered in anticipation and then turned towards him and kissed him eagerly. Sex that night was the best for a long while.
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Louise took great care getting ready on the Saturday night; she had plenty of time for she wasn’t supposed to be there – wherever there was, until 10pm. She had no idea who she was meeting either and so she settled for a sophisticated yet sexy look with a minimum of makeup and a white silk blouse and a short grey skirt over a black quarter cup bra and thong. When she turned away from the mirror she reckoned she’d got it about right so long as her partner for the evening wasn’t too fussy.
‘You don’t mind if other people watch, do you?’ John asked as they turned onto the main road out of town.
Louise didn’t mind, and John knew she didn’t because it had happened before, so she looked at him curiously for asking, her heart beating suddenly faster at the prospect.
‘And you remember saying you wanted someone to act as if they owned you, I think that was your phrase?’
‘Yes, go on.’
‘Well, the guy you’re going to meet, his name is Mike by the way, will own you, at least for a couple of hours.’
‘Explain please.’ Louise couldn’t quite see where this was heading.
‘You see.’ John went on. ‘As well as him being your birthday present, you are his too. It’s his sixtieth birthday today and so you are each other’s birthday presents, although he doesn’t know about yours.’
She stared silently at him, still not quite getting her head around what he was saying.
‘Several of his friends have clubbed together and hired you for the evening. So you’ll be his until midnight.’
‘You mean they’ve paid you for me?’ Her eyes widened as she stared, understanding flooding in. ‘You bastard, you’ve pimped me out.’
‘Well, you wanted to be a piece of property for the evening, and now you will be.’
They drove along in silence as Louise digested the idea. Being given to a man to use was what she’d been asking for, so that was fine, but at sixty he was maybe just a little bit older than she would have liked. But, hey, she didn’t mind older just so long as he wasn’t one of the meek and mild stuffy bank manager types. The more she thought about it the more she began to smile, until suddenly she erupted into laughter.
‘This is going to be a very strange birthday present” She giggled. ‘And it’s certainly the first time anyone has made a profit out of it.’
‘Don’t worry.’ He told her, joining in the laughter. ‘I’ll split it with you.’
‘Do you want to split the sex with me as well?’ She asked, pretending innocence.
‘No, you can have all of that. I’ll just drop you off and then pick you up again around midnight. I’ll bring some spare panties with me in case you’ve lost yours.’ He grinned.
‘A proper little Cinderella, aren’t I?’ She hadn’t really expected to be just dropped off and left, but it added to the excitement.
The address turned out to be a large single story structure in an unfamiliar area on the edge of town. The building itself was unremarkable; except for a group of powerful motorcycles parked on the drive. Excitement and trepidation flooded through Louise in equal portion along with just a little outright fear as she realised it was a biker’s home. She had nothing against bikers, in fact they were just the sort of men she enjoyed, but she knew that with a group of them together there was the potential for things to get out of hand.
The door was answered by a woman, which was something else Louise had not expected. She was quite a bit older than Louise, maybe fifty-ish, with her dark hair showing streaks of grey. She was tall and slim and still attractive in a rough sort of way, but very casually dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, braless and shoeless and with prominent nipples showing through the cotton of her top. She silently looked Louise up and down and then, as if satisfied with the merchandise, thrust a bundle of notes at John.
‘Thanks.’ John told her. ‘This is Louise; I’ll collect her at midnight.’
‘No problem.’ The woman replied, turning to Louise. ‘You know what you’re going to do, don’t you?’
‘Whatever I’m told.’ Louise replied, her heart rate rising rapidly at the very uncertain prospect before her.
She seemed to have hit the right note with that answer, for the woman smiled and her face lit up, revealing the beautiful girl she had once been. ‘You’ll do. Come on.’ She turned to go in, beckoning to Louise as she did so.
‘Don’t damage the goods.’ John cautioned.
‘We know, we know. No pain. What do you think we are?’
Louise wasn’t really sure of the answer to that, but she felt reassured and obediently followed her into the house. But as soon as the door was closed the woman stopped and turned to her.
‘My name is Margherita, but everyone calls me Margie.’ She paused. ‘Just so that you know, Mike is my man but don’t worry about that, it’s his birthday and I want to see him happy. So he calls the tune, okay?’
Louise nodded. ‘Okay.’
Margie let a fond smile spread across her face. ‘He’s a randy old sod and so you’ll earn your money, but he’s not particularly kinky, so you’ll be ok.’ She put on a more concerned look. ‘But one thing he does want.’ She hesitated as if not sure how to say it. ‘He wants to see me get it on with another woman, that won’t be a problem for you, will it?’
That one caught Louise by surprise and she felt her mouth fall open momentarily, but she recovered quickly. ‘No, I’m cool.’
Louise was mostly into men, but she wasn’t averse to getting together with another woman occasionally, and although Margie was older than Louise had experience with, she was far from totally unattractive.
‘You know what you’re doing with a woman, do you?’ Margie asked.
‘Yes, no problem.’
‘Good, because I don’t, it’ll be my first time.’
Before a wide eyed Louise could properly absorb what she’d just been told Margie shrugged and pushed a door open to let a blast of rock music welcome her. As she entered the lounge she was greeted by a sudden round of clapping and a couple of wolf whistles, something that pushed Margie’s remarks right out of her mind. But then Margie came in behind her and held up her hands to quieten everyone down.
First impression was of a large lounge, a very large lounge, comfortably furnished with a number of mismatched sofas and chairs. It was a little run down but certainly not as dirty or untidy as she might have imagined, and nor was it littered with beer cans and cigarette butts. The people awaiting her matched the room, definitely biker types but again neither grimy nor unkempt. There were around ten or a dozen men and several more women, all dressed very casually in jeans and either plaid shirts or t-shirts emblazoned with various logos, with many of the men wearing the usual biker style leather vests. They were all around the same age as Margie with one or two maybe even slightly older. She labelled them as regular folk, rough but honest, just the sort she could identify with. She relaxed inside, knowing instinctively that she was safe so long as she didn’t put on any airs and graces, although she silently acknowledged that her clothing was way out of place. She could also see that whatever she was asked to do, she would be having more of an audience than she’d expected, but that was simply something that brought out the exhibitionist in her and made her shiver in anticipation.
‘Mike.’ Margie called, smiling as a big man with a long drooping Viking style moustache came forward. ‘Here’s your present darling, she’s called Louise, make good use of her because she’s only here ’til midnight.’
Mike took a long slow appraising look at Louise, letting his eyes drift from her face to her bust and on down to her hips and legs. She could almost feel his eyes drilling through her clothing to ogle what lay beneath.
‘Very nice.’ He breathed, quickly looking over his shoulder at his friends. ‘You’ve done me proud, thank you all.’
It was the strangest situation that Louise had ever found herself in, but she enjoyed the compliment almost as much as the lust that glowed in Mike’s eyes.
‘Are you going to unwrap your present then, Mike?’ Someone called from behind him.
‘Hell no.’ He threw back. ‘This is one present that can unwrap itself.’ He looked at her and nodded, telling her without speaking to do just that.
For a moment or two she hesitated, unsure if she should do a sexy striptease or simply undress as if for bed. In the end she went halfway, holding Mike in her gaze as she moved to stand directly in front of him and steadily unbuttoned her blouse, all the time trying to maintain an air of self-confidence. Blouse removed she kept him pinned under her gaze as she held it out sideways in her hand. She dropped it on the nearest sofa before unhooking her skirt and letting it slide down her legs, still looking into Mike’s eyes as she stepped out of it. She had to look away briefly as she bent to retrieve it and drop it with her blouse, and she took advantage of this moment to take a quick glance around the room. Everyone was sitting quietly, not saying a word but just staring at her, openly salivating at the sight of Louise in her undies. She smiled and did a deliberate pirouette to show herself off. Now she was pleased she had dressed as she had.
‘Keep going.’ Mike’s voice sounded suddenly gruff and she knew she was turning him on.
She reached behind to unhook her bra, looking straight into Mike’s eyes once more. As the bra swung clear she could see that she was unsettling him, he didn’t know if he should hold her look or drop his gaze to her newly exposed breasts. She let him off the hook by shifting her gaze to look around the room again, taking in the lustful expressions on several faces. The situation was beginning to get to her and she was starting to hope they might be more than just an audience.
All that was left now was for her to remove her thong and to do that she deliberately turned her back to everyone, knowing that she was displaying her pussy to them as she bent over and wriggled her butt. She tossed the thong aside but remained with her back to her audience, bending all the way over once more to reach right between her legs and run a couple of fingers up and down her crack, over her anus and down to her already wet pussy.
‘She’s fucking gorgeous.’ One of the men exclaimed. ‘I know what I want for my birthday.’
‘Yep, she sure is, but you’ll have to wait a couple of months.’ Mike chuckled.
Louise straightened and turned back to face him, wondering where he would want her.
‘Go and sort Margie out, will you?’ He pointed to the side. ‘Looks like she could use a little help.’
Louise turned to see Margie, her top already off, wriggling out of her jeans and taking her panties down with them, her pendulous breasts swinging as she did so.
‘Come on.’ Margie whispered, finally treading her clothes away to leave herself naked and flicking a glance at her husband, ‘Let’s go and do as the man wants.’
She reached out and took Louise’s hand and, leaning closer, whispered. ‘It would be nice if we can enjoy this, but it doesn’t matter if we don’t, it’s for Mike, not us.’
‘I know.’ Louise nodded, wondering how she would get on with this inexperienced woman.
They stood facing each other for a so, until it became clear to Louise that she would have to make the first decisive move. And so she pulled on Margie’s hand, bringing her close and encircling her in her arms in a loose embrace.
‘You sure you’re okay about this?’ She asked.
‘Yes.’ Margie replied softly, her arms wrapping themselves around Louise’s back. ‘I’m just not used to it.’
They stood like that for a moment or two, each gazing into the face of the other, looking for a hint as to the next move, until once again against her natural instincts, Louise took the lead by sliding a hand between them to cup one of Margie’s heavy breasts, lifting the soft flesh.
‘Nice?’ She asked quietly, smiling at the nervous nod she got for an answer.
For a few minutes she played with Margie’s boobs, squeezing and massaging them but getting no response other than hearing Margie’s breathing quickening in her ear.
‘You know where mine are.’ It was the broadest hint she had the nerve to give, but it still took Margie a few seconds to respond and hesitantly push her own hand between their bodies to cover Louise’s breast with her palm. Louise closed her eyes and absorbed the moment, enjoying the sensations and ignoring the giggling and whispering she could hear around her. It was nice and she didn’t mind the fact that Margie was older and, to be honest, slightly overweight. Her soft pliable flesh made a pleasant change from the hard hairy bodies that she’d become used to.
‘Now kiss me.’
Louise looked up in surprise at Margie’s request, not expecting the older woman to suddenly take charge like that, but she complied willingly, only too glad to have the responsibility removed. Margie’s lips were soft and her breath fresh, the kiss nicer than Louise had imagined, even Margie’s tongue seemed to show an unexpected enthusiasm. But once again the two women had to ignore the ribald comments and chuckles that the others were making. Someone, female, even commented to Margie that she had never kissed anyone else like that, and Louise could feel Margie smile silently in response. And then she felt a hand sliding down over her abdomen, heading for the join of her legs. She took a deep breath and parted her feet ready for Margie to explore her, happy that hers was to be the first pussy that Margie would ever touch apart from her own.
The first touch was firm, even rough, as Margie’s hand reached her pussy and pushed two fingers between her thighs, immediately investigating her as far as she could reach, her probing fingers finding Louise’s clit and rubbing at it, making her gasp at being touched in such an abrupt manner. She didn’t mind that she was definitely not being gently seduced; forceful treatment suited her temperament just fine and in fact she wanted more. Louise raised a foot and placed it on the sofa beside them, hanging her arms around Margie’s neck for balance and opening herself up for Margie’s searching hand to go wherever it wanted.
Margie explored further between Louise’s legs, bending over a little in order to reach then sliding her fingers between Louise’s labia until they found her entrance and pushed inside. Louise gasped again, but louder this time, aware of the people around her and of her heart racing with excitement at the treatment being meted out to her in front of so many strangers.
‘You know where mine is.’ Margie told her suddenly, deliberately imitating Louise’s own remark of only a few minutes before and at the same time also planting her foot on the sofa.
‘I can’t reach.’ Louise told her, realising the fact that they would both be bending forward would put both beyond arms reach of each other.
Margie looked around quickly. ‘On the sofa.’ She decided, pulling Louise down so that they landed side by side on the seat.
Louise knew what was wanted and she twisted to face Margie, threading her arm around her partner’s neck and letting her other hand reach out to find first the other woman’s thigh and then, as Margie also turned towards her, her pussy. Louise heard Margie’s breath hiss quietly as she felt Louise’s hand on her, her eyes closing momentarily. Then she reciprocated, reaching across so that her face was only inches from Louise’s and smiling as she sought out the pussy that she had first touched only minutes before. The two women played with each other now, deliberately holding their legs open to let Mike see everything they were doing, knowing that everyone else in the room was watching them and getting a good eyeful at the same time.
Margie smiled at Louise. ‘I’m beginning to like this.’ She whispered
‘Me too.’
And so she was. Margie’s two fingers had found her vagina again and were pumping in and out; finesse sacrificed for eagerness, just the way Louise so often liked it.
Louise, on the other hand, was touching Margie much more gently, sometimes using the flat of her hand to slide along Margie’s pussy, sometimes letting two fingers enter her vagina, but mostly lightly stroking her clit, noticing to her own amusement and satisfaction how quickly it had reacted to her touch, noticeably peeking out from under its covering hood. Soon they had almost forgotten that they were putting on a show for Mike and his buddies and had become totally involved in each other.
With their faces so close it was natural that they should kiss, but their kisses weren’t all enveloping passionate ones, even though Margie was finger fucking Louise as hard as she could, but instead they were just brief touches of lips on lips, light and affectionate, just gentle expressions of mutual pleasure punctuated by smiles of enjoyment. Louise felt smug; she couldn’t help it, for she had helped a hitherto straight woman enjoy an experience with another of her own sex. All she had to do now, she thought to herself, was to give her an orgasm to top it off. The trouble was, an orgasm of her own was building, that oh so familiar warmth inside her was already growing and threatening to turn into a blaze. She kissed Margie more passionately and played harder with her clit, rubbing it more firmly and more rapidly, trying to get her there before she was engulfed by her own firestorm. But it wasn’t working.
‘I’m going to come.’ She whispered, surrendering to the inevitable.
Margie’s free hand squeezed her shoulder. ‘Good, go for it.’
That was it; she felt her climax explode inside her, firecrackers dancing on her nerve endings, shooting stars spreading from her pelvis to her fingertips, forcing little yelps of pleasure from her lips and making her jerk around like a demented puppet. The calls of delight from the watching group only vaguely registered, but their presence adding to Louise’s enjoyment.
‘I’m sorry.’ She muttered when it had all calmed down and they were sitting side by side again. ‘I wanted that to happen to you.’
‘It still can.’ Margie told her, her voice carrying a thick edge of enduring arousal.
Louise turned to face her again, her hand reaching out towards her pussy when she was stopped by Margie grabbing her wrist.
‘No.’ Margie hesitated. ‘I want you to do something else.’
Louise looked at her confused but expectant.
‘I want to know what it’s like to someone go down on me.’ She giggled. ‘Without the moustache.’
Remembering Mike’s long drooping moustache Louise couldn’t help but chuckle too as she slid from the sofa onto her knees, intentionally kneeling with her bottom in the air as her exhibitionistic streak cut in. She knew everybody could see everything she had, and she could feel herself trembling slightly from the thrill it gave her. Now she wanted them to see what she could do with a woman. She lifted Margie’s feet onto the sofa and gently but firmly pushed her knees wide apart and then, parting the wiry bush with her thumbs she lowered her mouth to gently lick the tip of Margie’s swollen clit, listening with satisfaction to the soft sigh she produced. Smiling happily inside she moved on, sliding her tongue up and down Margie’s pussy, pushing into the slippery entrance before returning to flick her clit again each time and make her partner moan with pleasure.
‘Is she making a lezzy out of you then Margie?’ Someone called out, creating a ripple of laughter.
‘If all you men had tongues like this, there wouldn’t be any need.’ Margie retorted, placing her hand on the back of Louise’s head to press her in place.
Louise grinned into the warm moist folds of Margie’s pussy, pleased that she had so clearly laid to rest her initial concern about sex with another woman, and then she went back to probing Margie’s vagina with her tongue, enjoying the scent and taste of its musky wetness. She pushed her tongue as far inside as it would reach before withdrawing and sliding it all the way up and down between her labia, doing it again and again. She could sense the other woman reacting, becoming more and more aroused. Margie was moaning more loudly than before and her pelvis was giving involuntary little shudders as her orgasm began to build. Louise could feel herself getting turned on again too; the idea of making another woman climax in front of her partner was getting to her.
It seemed it was getting to someone else too, because as she licked Margie’s pussy she felt hands land on her bottom, pushing her cheeks wide apart to expose her completely to the people watching. She didn’t mind, it suited her instincts, especially when fingers began to explore her crack, feeling their way all the way down between her cheeks to her briefly circle her anus and then move on to play with her pussy.
She peered up at Margie, hoping to get some indication from her as to who was playing with her. But Margie wasn’t looking down; instead she was smiling and gazing contentedly at the hidden figure. So it must be Mike, Louise reasoned. Margie clearly wasn’t unhappy about whoever was joining in and so it must be Mike. The disembodied fingers became more and more adventurous, exploring between her own labia, playing with her clit and then finding her vagina, pushing in through the entrance to bury themselves deep inside her. It was her turn to moan with pleasure now.
She started to lap at Margie’s clit again, feeling her giving little tiny jerks each time the tip of her tongue flicked across the sensitive little bud. Margie wasn’t going to be long before she came, and that was just what Louise wanted. For some inexplicable reason it had become absolutely imperative that she should make Margie climax in front of her friends. Perhaps it was a kind of payback for the orgasm that Louise herself had already enjoyed. But whichever it was she knew she wouldn’t get much more of a chance and so she went to work hard at Margie’s clit, trying not to let the plunging fingers in her pussy put her off.
But then, abruptly, the fingers were gone and she felt the rough feel of denim against her bottom as the man behind her inched forward and sought her opening with the end of his cock. She shuffled her knees apart a little more, inviting him, trying all the time to keep her bottom high and her mouth level with Margie’s pussy, wanting to be entered. She didn’t have to wait, the man’s cock found her and simply slid inside, pushing deep and wriggling as the man, still presumably Mike, crept closer and settled with his hands on her hips.
Now, as he thrust in and out, she felt her mouth being pushed up against Margie’s pussy, teeth banging against her clit as she tried to carry on licking her. Margie was soon reacting audibly to each jolt, making little whimpering noises that ended with a sudden gasp as Louise lurched forward from the cock plunging into her. Louise found it exhilarating, something she had never experienced before, going down on a woman while the force of her contact with their pussy was dictated by the power of their partner’s thrusts. And then, without warning, Margie climaxed, her hands grabbing at Louise’s head and shoving it hard against her rising pelvis, bruising Louise’s lips as a thrust from behind added to the force. Margie cried out, a long wail of a moan, pushing up with her hips and bending back at the same time, her head thrust forward in the strangest of contortions as her climax ripped through her. Once, twice, three times Margie executed this weird performance, and then it was over and she slumped back onto the sofa, pushing Louise’s face away from her pussy with the flat of a hand on her forehead. Louise didn’t mind the abrupt dismissal; she was just pleased to have made a straight woman come.
Margie tried to extricate herself, but she couldn’t move away while her partner was pushing Louise up against her with each thrust, so she settled for putting her feet back on the floor and then holding Louise close against her stomach. This was something else that Louise had never experienced before, to be kneeling between a woman’s thighs, her cheek resting on her stomach at the same time as being fucked from behind, but she knew she certainly wouldn’t object if it were to happen again sometime.
Mike, she felt certain it was Mike she was having sex with, free now from the restraints imposed by Louise’s attentions to his lady, began fucking her as hard as he could, gripping her hips and slamming himself into her, pushing her further up Margie’s body in the process until her head was pressing up against the underside of Margie’s heavy breasts. She turned her face, intent of kissing the large breasts in front of her, but Mike had other ideas. He reached forward and wound one hand into her long blonde hair and yanked her head back with it, as if the hair were reins. She yelped from the pain and surprise of it, but really it just served to remind her that until midnight she was his do with as he wanted.
She knelt with her head pulled right back, staring into Margie’s satisfied face and thoroughly enjoying being so comprehensively fucked; although she had to admit that there wasn’t a lot she could do about it even if she wasn’t. Apart from being pulled back by her hair onto Mike’s cock, she was also held still by Margie, trapped between the other woman’s legs and gripped tight by her thighs. She could feel Margie’s soft body beneath her stomach and chest, coarse pubic hair pressed against her belly and surprisingly strong hands gripping her shoulders. All she could do was exactly what she wanted to do, just kneel there and take it as Mike pounded into her, his thick cock pistoning in and out and with his group of friends urging him on with calls and whistles.
Soon she felt his rhythm begin to falter, his thrusts becoming a little more erratic until, with a series of animal like grunts, she felt his cock twitch and jerk inside her and she realised that he was pouring his load deep into her body. It seemed as if his climax was never ending, but finally, when his balls were empty and the twitches ceased, the grip on her hair relaxed and he placed his hands flat on her back, holding himself in place while he fought to get his breath back. In time she felt his softening cock slip from inside her and then he moved groggily away without saying a word. Margie let go too and Louise settled back on her haunches, incidentally looking straight at Margie’s open pussy once again. Margie chuckled and cocked her leg over Louise so that she could stand up and look down at her. Louise looked up without moving, not sure what was required of her and wondering hopefully if someone else would take her from behind. But instead Margie looked down rather thoughtfully at her before turning around and asking. ‘Will somebody get a towel for this girl to sit on please; she’s a bit soggy down below?’
Louise smiled to herself. ‘soggy’ didn’t come anywhere near describing it. Besides her own juices, generated by Mike’s ferocious coupling, she had his cum trickling from her hole and onto the inside of her thighs. She stayed where she was for a minute or two, still unsure of herself, until a blonde one of the other women came across to her and dropped a folded towel onto the sofa. ‘There you go, honey, sit on that for a bit.’
Gratefully Louise did exactly as she was told, sinking onto the towelled seat and easing the sore stiffness from her bent knees. She looked around for her clothes, wondering if that was it for the night, but they had been whisked away and so she sat there naked, knowing it was intentional and feeling deliciously exposed, and still wondering what was next. She was, it seemed, intended to remain naked and available for the rest of the evening, especially when, minute or so later Margie, now fully dressed again, came over and silently handed Louise a bottle of beer before sitting down beside her. Her strange birthday present was getting stranger by the minute, sitting stark naked amid a group of bikers and drinking beer straight from a bottle was not how she’d envisaged her evening would go, even if it was so bloody sexy in a perverse sort of way.
‘You okay?’ Margie asked.
‘Yes, I’m fine thanks.’ Louise looked around at her. ‘You?’
‘Better than I thought I would be.’ Margie grinned. ‘You’ve made quite an impression, and not just on me.’
Louise took the compliment with a surprised smile and then gazed around the room. She found she was on the receiving end of several hungry stares and even the occasional wink as her eyes swept across the people in the room, She couldn’t help but smile back, they were a rough bunch but she’d come to trust them, even if she did feel so very vulnerable as the only naked person present. But then, that was what she had wanted. She chugged on her beer, enjoying the coolness and the unaccustomed taste of it, thinking of it as relaxing between adventures. The break was welcome, but the circumstances were still making her feel incredibly horny, and she wanted to know what she might expect.
For a while she sat quietly, enjoying the novelty of drinking beer with rock music threatening her hearing, bizarrely happy with her naked state among what was really a group of total strangers. One thing was for sure, she thought, at the end of this they’ll know more about me than most other people. Her empty beer was replaced with a fresh bottle and she nodded her thanks, settling back to enjoy the unfamiliar sharp taste. After a while and yet another beer she wriggled on her towel, feeling the dampness under her and smiling because she knew what it was. All she hoped now was that there would be more where that came from before the evening was through. It was already nearly eleven and there was no sign of Mike coming back for seconds.
‘What’s likely to happen next?’ She asked Margie.
‘I’m not sure.’ Margie told her, immediately understanding what she was really asking. She looked around and then, spotting Mike chatting and laughing with a couple of his friends at the other side of the room, she waved across and called. ‘Hey Mike, you’ve not forgotten about your birthday present have you?’
Mike looked up. ‘No, but I need a bit longer to recover these days.’ Then he in turn looked about him. ‘Hey guys,’ He called over a gap in the music. ‘There’s a young lady over there found herself out of work, so if anyone wants to keep her busy for a while, feel free.’
Louise’s eyebrows shot up. She had not really expected to be so easily shared around like a box of chocolates for anyone to dip into, but her heart promptly started to race with growing excitement at the prospect. Being used was part of her birthday present request after all, to be something for anyone to enjoy, if anybody wanted her.
She should have known she wouldn’t be disappointed. Few older men could have resisted the beautiful blonde thirty something woman, and straight away one of them responded.
A man with long wild hair and a grey goatee beard called over to Mike. ‘I wouldn’t say no.’ He shouted.
‘Help yourself then.’ Mike replied.
‘I might have known you’d be in here, Brad,’ Margie remarked as the man came over and sat on Louise’s other side.
‘I can’t see a pretty lady going without.’ He grinned, draping his arm around Louise’s shoulders.
‘I’ll leave you to it then.’ Margie told them. ‘You’ll be all right, won’t you?’ She added, looking at Louise.
Louise nodded her thanks and then turned to Brad. She smiled demurely at him and opened her legs in silent invitation, once again placing her feet beside her on the sofa. Brad grinned lewdly and unfastened his jeans, pushing both the jeans and his shorts down in one go just far enough for his cock to spring clear.
‘So, are you ready for number two?’ He asked, kneeling down and then inching forward, using one hand to point his thick cock towards her pussy.
‘Try me.’ She responded, looking down impatiently at the impressive uncut cock aiming for her entrance.
It slid into her cum-slippery pussy with no effort at all, even though she could feel that herself having to expand to accommodate him. He immediately began to thrust steadily into her, his full length sliding deeply in and out. It felt good; she couldn’t deny that it felt so good to have his big cock moving inside her. This was becoming a birthday present that she wouldn’t swap for the world. She relaxed and closed her eyes to let herself enjoy him, but then she suddenly realised that all conversation had ceased and her eyes shot open again. She gazed past him to see that everyone was watching her being fucked by the big biker, and another jolt of eager excitement flashed through her. She just loved being watched.
He leaned closer over her, taking a nipple into his mouth as he moved inside her and she stared bright eyed over his shoulder at their audience. If only every Saturday could be like this. It wasn’t long before he was grunting heavily as he rammed himself into her, stirring the beginnings of another climax for her even as it became apparent he was approaching his own. It was a case of who would get there first, and it was a race that Brad won. Only just, but he gave a long coughing grunt and emptied himself into her in several long bruising thrusts just as her orgasm was climbing that long beautiful hill to its peak. He pulled out and slumped back on his haunches, letting her feet slide from the sofa back to the floor, leaving her feeling a strange mix of pleasure and frustration. She had satisfied two men and a woman so far that evening, but she needed more, if only to ignite that infuriatingly close orgasm that she had just missed out on. There would, she hoped and expected, be more opportunities with others and perhaps then she would reach the climax that had just eluded her. She was well aware that nobody should worry about her pleasure; she was, after all, bought and paid for and that was what she had wanted, but it was her birthday too and another orgasm wouldn’t go amiss.
She watched as Brad stumbled away, her eyes almost missing the guy who wandered across to take his place, already fiddling with his zip as he came over. She smiled up in sudden realisation that someone else wanted her. Her legs had automatically drifted together but now she spread them again, inviting this latest partner to take her with the long hard cock that soon protruded from his jeans.
He didn’t bother to introduce himself; he just knelt in front of her, pulled her towards him and pushed his cock into her already sopping wet pussy. She pulled her legs backwards again and just leaned back, letting him have his way. There was absolutely no finesse, the man simply wanted to use her to empty his balls into. He thrust into her hard, savagely almost, holding her hips in an iron grip to keep her still, not caring about her pleasure or even her comfort, and she loved it. Very quickly the fading promise of an orgasm was returning, building quickly inside her as he rammed himself up her. She couldn’t relax against this wonderful onslaught, she clutched at her legs behind the knees and held them as far apart and as far back as she could, enticing him to plunge deeper, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he possibly could. He didn’t disappoint. It wasn’t long before she could feel that her climax was on its way, she was gasping with the pleasure and from the power of his thrusts, happy in the knowledge that this time she would come first.
She did, but not by much. Her orgasm exploded inside her, sending waves of pleasure rippling out once more, all along her nerves from her pelvis to her fingertips and making her gasp and moan in ecstasy. Then, even as she was enveloped in her new climax, her partner growled like a caged animal and lunged forward, pushing her back on her seat as his cock jerked and twitched inside her, spurting yet more cum into her waiting pussy.
When he was done he just drooped forward over her, laying against her, panting and gasping with his mouth hanging open, drooling onto her breasts, his eyes glazed and hardly seeing. He felt heavy, slumped on top of her, his cool leather vest pressed against her naked belly, but she didn’t mind. She let her legs drop back onto the floor and wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, wanting him to stay with her for a few moments at least. For a minute or two that’s where he stayed, until eventually focus returned to his eyes and he looked down onto her, smiling almost shyly as he licked his lips and pursed his mouth, breathing out heavily in one long exhalation.
‘That was good.’ He told her breathlessly, pushing himself up and staggering away, tucking his spent cock back inside his jeans to the catcalls of his friends.
For a little while Louise just rested where she was, absolutely spent for the time being at least, not caring that her legs were still open and that anyone could see her well used and very wet pussy, As a matter of fact she always got a genuine thrill from showing herself off like that and this time was no exception. Her only minor concern was that she could feel cum running from her and it was getting just a little bit uncomfortable. She wriggled a little on the towel, hoping to mop some of it up, but that only spread it and made things worse. It was Margie who came to her rescue, bringing her a box of tissues when she spotted her predicament along with yet another bottle of beer.
‘There you go. Clean yourself up, Mike will want you again before too long.’
Louise smiled wanly up at her, rather hoping that Mike could wait just a little while longer, until she’d got over her last fucking. For the time being he was sitting with several of his buddies laughing and drinking and taking no notice of her at all. Perhaps it would stay that way for a little while. She took a wad of tissues and wiped herself, leaning to either side to reach all parts, conscious of at least two men watching her every movement optimistically. They would have to wait too. She mopped herself a little dryer and then sat back, taking a second wad of tissues and pressing them against her pussy, blocking the view as a kind of ‘out of order’ signal.
She swigged her beer and relaxed, hardly conscious of her nudity any more, just listening to the pounding music and watching the people around her. She might be the only naked person in the room, but that didn’t worry her and it seemed not to bother anyone else either. Bikers were obviously much more easy going and accepting than she’d been led to believe. What her rather straitlaced and pretentious neighbours would have made of it she hated the think. They’d have ostracised her by now, crossing the street whenever she came in sight. The thought of it made her smile into her beer – beer that they would never dream of drinking. If the evening ended right then she would have counted it a success and a wonderfully unique birthday present.
She sat there for a little while, sort of on the edge of things, chatting intermittently with Margie and the blonde woman who had brought her the towel and just absorbing the atmosphere. But then her attention was drawn to a shaven headed man across the room and what he called over to Mike.
‘If you’re not going to make use of your present, Mike, I will.’
At least she hadn’t been forgotten, Louise thought, looking appreciatively at the build of the man in question; short but stocky, just how she liked her men. Maybe his cock would be similar.
‘No you don’t Curly. I’m just about to go there; you’ll have to wait until afterwards.’
Louise could easily see how bald ‘Curly’ got his nickname, and she had to admit that she was a little bit disappointed, she quite fancied him.
Margie glanced up at the clock and shouted across to both of them. ‘Then you’d better get to it, she’s due to be picked up in about twenty-five minutes.’
Louise took a look herself, and it was indeed just after eleven-thirty. She wasn’t too worried, she knew that John would wait and watch if need be.
‘Oh hell!’ Mike exclaimed. ‘Looks like I spent too much time gassing,’ He paused for a moment or two, and then… ‘C’mon Curly, we’ll share. I don’t think I fancy dipping it into a pussy full of second-hand cum anyway. You take the front and I’ll take the back way.’ His gaze went across to the women in turn. ‘Has anyone got any lube?’
Louise’s eyebrows shot up with surprise once again, it seemed she was forever being shocked that evening. Then her heart began to pound in excited anticipation. She had no real objection to anal sex, although it wasn’t one of her favourite activities and done roughly it hurt – a lot. But the prospect of a double penetration was something else. She’d experienced it only a couple of times in her life, and both times had given her one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever enjoyed.
‘Yes, I have.’ A skinny dark haired woman responded to Mike’s request. She fished in her bag and then held out a little tube to Margie, who passed it on to Mike.
‘Thanks, Rose. I should have known you’d have some.’
Rose giggled. ‘Yes, but if you men had anything worth bragging about I wouldn’t need the plastic one, would I?’
‘How do you want me?’ Louise asked Mike as he walked across.
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then spoke to Curly. ‘You lie down, Curly, let Louise kneel over you and bend forward, and I’ll get behind her.’
Curly nodded, unfastening his jeans as he came over. His cock wasn’t what Louise had imagined, it was thick alright, but it was long too. This was another one she was going to enjoy having to cope with. He lay on his back in the middle of the room, holding his cock upright with his hand.
‘Ready when you are, babe.’ He smiled up at her.
She smiled back, straddling him and lowering herself onto his cock, feeling it slide deep into her soaking pussy.
‘Mmm, that feels good.’ He told her, his eyes betraying his delight.
She nodded her agreement. It did feel good. His cock was big enough to fill her up, only the slipperiness of her well used passage letting him slide in so easily. She raised herself and then dropped onto him, letting his cock bang into her hard and fast. She did it again, taking him as far into her as she could as she came down onto him. She felt a little moan of pleasure escape her lips as she prepared to do the same again.
‘Don’t get carried away.’ It was Mike’s voice. ‘You’re mine for tonight, remember?’
‘I remember.’ She gasped, seeing Curly grin and deliberately twitch his cock inside her.
‘Bend forward then.’
She did as she was told, feeling the cool smoothness of Curly’s leather vest against her naked skin. She gazed as she waited for what she knew was coming and smiling in gentle amusement at the concern on Curly’s face, guessing rightly that he’s never done this before. He was more worried than she was.
It was only a few moments and then she felt Mike’s fingertips press a squeeze of cold lube onto her anus, rubbing it around before making her gasp softly as they slipped inside. He pushed in and out a few times and then, satisfied that she was properly lubed up, he withdrew and gripped her hips, her right one held by the same cool slippery fingers that had made her ready for his cock.
She braced herself for him, giving an involuntary little murmur of encouragement as she felt the head of his cock move up and down her crack searching for the way in, but then the tip located her sphincter and he pushed gently, more gently than she had expected, slowly opening her up for him to penetrate. She closed her eyes, waiting for him, sighing quietly as her sphincter expanded to let him in and then closed behind the head of his cock.
She felt him shuffle forward a little, waddling awkwardly with his knees either side of Curly’s legs and then he pushed himself in, making her groan as she felt his cock slide deep into her rectum. He waited a moment to see if everything was all right, and then he began to thrust into her, a slow but solid plunging in and out of her passage. It felt wonderful, and even more so when Curly began to thrust up into her from below, their mismatched timing into her two holes accentuating the sensations. One man pulling out as the other pushed in made the walls of her two passages move in the most erotic manner and excited her enormously. She knew this was going to be wonderful and so she relaxed and let herself be caught up in the pleasure of a double penetration fuck. But then she heard something called across the room by one of the women, something that made her heart pound with excitement once again.
‘Get someone else. Seal her up, make her airtight.’
Louise knew what that meant, although she’d never experienced it. It meant three cocks at once, one in each of her three entrances, something she had fantasized about but never had the chance to try. Maybe now was that chance. She tried to look over her shoulder to see if anyone was taking up the challenge, but she could see any candidates.
‘C’mon, seal her up someone.’ The same voice called, setting up a chant of. ‘Seal her up, seal her up, seal her up.’
Soon other voices joined in until it seemed that everyone was chanting. ‘Seal her up, seal her up.’
Louise crouched there quietly, still pierced by the two cocks and trying not to look too eager to take a third.
‘Oh, for fucks sake.’ Mike had stopped thrusting. ‘Someone do it so I can enjoy the rest of my present.’
‘Seal her up, seal her up.’ The chant went on.
‘Oh. C’mon.’ Mike was getting exasperated ‘What about you Craig, you always reckon you like a blow job.
‘I would.’ A man called back. ‘But I’m married now, aren’t I?’
He waved a hand in the direction of one of the women, who promptly waved a hand back dismissively. ‘Oh go on. You’d do it quickly enough if I wasn’t here, wouldn’t you?’
Craig didn’t answer that; he just clambered to his feet and walked over, undoing his fly as he came. He was a tall, very well built man, another one with a shaven head and goatee beard. To Louise he looked as though he might have a good mouthful for her. She hoped she could take him, especially when Curly spoke up from below her.
‘Just make sure you swallow.’ He warned her. ‘If it drips on me I won’t be best pleased.’
She wasn’t sure what to make of that, but she nodded, silently promising to both herself and Curly that she wouldn’t spill a drop. She opened her mouth for his cock as Craig knelt in front of her, hoping that he wouldn’t push the thing down her throat because with the two men fucking her from behind she wouldn’t be able to back away from it. But he didn’t, he just presented it to her lips and allowed her to take it gently into her mouth, jolted forward slightly by Mike’s cock thrusting once more into her rectum. Craig’s cock was large; it filled her mouth leaving her tongue little room lick it as she would have liked and so she just let the underside of his cock slide over her tongue, knowing that would give him almost as much pleasure. It was not going to be easy to handle, she realised that, but her heart sang with the knowledge that she had at last managed to satisfy one of her longest held fantasies, and in the most unlikely of circumstances.
The ‘seal her up’ chant had stopped now that she was, as they wanted, rendered airtight, but now she could hear, laughter and catcalls, along with the occasional wolf whistle coming from the gang inside the room. She didn’t mind, it simply confirmed to her that she was doing all right and that she was, as she always wanted to be, the centre of attention.
At first all three men thrust their cocks into her at their own speed so that she was jolted uncomfortably back and forth, unable to absorb the different timings as she had before because of Craig’s cock in her mouth, but slowly but surely everyone became synchronised and she was able to take over, rocking herself to and fro over the three cocks. The three men, understanding her position, let her do it, remaining motionless and allowing her to take them in and out of her three openings.
For a while she didn’t move with any speed, she just eased herself onto and off of all three cocks, letting them move gently in and out of her as she got used to the fabulous sensations. But then she began to move more rapidly and purposefully, pushing back harder onto Mike and Curly and then taking more of Craig’s cock deeper into her mouth. She could feel that the experience was going to make her come again, partly perhaps from the excitement of being fucked by three men at once and giving all of them pleasure, but mainly because of the fantastic sensations being generated inside her body and her mind. She’d wanted to be used and she wouldn’t get more used than this. She began to go faster still, wondering which of them would come first – and not really caring.
In the end, she did. She rammed herself back onto the two cocks behind her as a sudden massive wave of pleasure swept through her. She cried out, but the cock in her mouth reduced her exultant cry into a series of incoherent mumbles, Mike’s hands on her hips the only thing stopping her from collapsing on top of Curly when her orgasm finally declined. She couldn’t stop, she didn’t want to stop, but she had to pause for a minute or so, snorting through her nose as she tried to get her breath back around Craig’s cock.
Her climax had probably interrupted those of her men, for when she stayed still for those few moments both Mike and Curly began hurriedly thrusting into her again, Mike especially with some urgency. She tried to take over the movements again, but Mike was too far gone, his fingers were digging hard into her hips and his thrusts into her rectum getting increasingly hard and erratic. Then suddenly he slammed himself hard against her, making noises deep in his throat and shoving himself as far as he could into her anus until his cock reached full depth, his body jolting against her bottom. She could feel that he was sending great spurts of cum into her with each jolt, and her heart, that had been returning to normal after her own climax, began to pound with excitement once again. She couldn’t help it, her mouth smiled around Craig’s cock as she told herself facetiously, one down and two to go.
‘Better get some more tissues out, Marge.’ Came a voice from the room, creating a gale of laughter. ‘She surely is going to need them.’
She giggled quietly to herself, knowing it was true, and then she began moving again, pushing back onto Curly’s cock, still deep inside her pussy, and then rocking forward onto Craig’s, sucking at it all the time. Once again she began fairly slowly and then built up speed, rocking back and forth on the two cocks until suddenly Craig followed her as she pulled away, grabbing at her hair to hold her still and making the harsh sounds that heralded his climax.
Unfortunately (or fortunately) for Louise, Craig was a particularly heavy cummer, and she had to work desperately to deal with the seemingly endless surges of wonderful hot cream that sprayed into her mouth. She swallowed frantically, remembering Curly’s warning from earlier and trying to make sure nothing escaped from her lips. How she managed it she wasn’t sure, especially as Curly began thrusting up into her pussy at the same time, but manage it she did, and when Craig’s cock finally stopped spurting into her mouth and dwindled to softness she could pride herself that she hadn’t lost a drop. When he pulled his cock out and shuffled away Louise looked down at Curly and gave him a cheeky wink, just as a reminder of her achievement.
He grinned up at her, acknowledging her success, but when she began to move on him again, riding him as her only remaining partner, he shook his head, telling her to stop. She looked down at him curiously.
‘Let’s roll over.’ He ordered, holding her tight down to him to ensure he stayed inside her as they turned.
Louise found herself on her back on the floor, legs wide with Curly lying between them in the tried and tested missionary position. Now he took over, pounding into her hard and fast. It was as if he had been held back by the others and was now trying to make up for lost time. Louise lay back, enjoying his cock moving in her pussy and letting her gaze sweep around the room. She was, as she expected, yet again the centre of attention. She caught Marge’s eye and smiled, remembering how they had begun the evening together and wondering if she had genuinely enjoyed her unfamiliar sex with another woman. One thing was for sure, she had, as had been foretold, earned her money tonight, although, as she remembered, she hadn’t actually seen any of it – yet.
She could hear Curly beginning to grunt into her ear as he neared his climax. She wasn’t going to come again, she knew that. But that didn’t matter, she was spent, tonight had been a wonderful experience that she would never forget, a truly remarkable birthday present.
Curly was getting closer and closer, his thrusts turning into erratic plunges as he neared his peak. His hands, hooked under her when her arms encircled him, gripped her shoulders hard, nails digging into her flesh with each thrust, the combination making her gasp with pain and pleasure. And then abruptly, he was there and he pushed himself hard into her, a long animalistic growl coming from him as he emptied his balls into her pussy. Once, twice, three times, and then four times, her drove into her before collapsing on top of her gasping and trembling in the aftermath. She let him lie on her, holding him close and stroking his back until he had the energy to lever himself away, his cock slipping from her almost unnoticed.
‘You know what?’ Someone said in a stage whisper into the ensuing quiet. ‘That’s the first time Mike has ever shared a present.’
‘And when did you ever share anything, ever?’ Marge’s voice countered as Louise raised herself into a sitting position with her back against the sofa. ‘At least this girl has been well worth the sharing.’
Marge came across to Louise carrying a giant box of tissues and the missing clothes. ‘Here, you’d better clean yourself up and get ready; your other half is due to collect you in about five minutes. There’s a bathroom through there if you want a shower.’
Louise shook her head. ‘No thanks, I’ll shower at home.’ She carried on to explain in the face of Marge’s questioning look. ‘It’s one of John’s foibles; he likes me to come back to him in, as he has it, a used state.’
It was. John loved to fuck her when she was still full of another man’s cum. Neither he nor she knew why, but she was happy to indulge his kink. She knew he would want her to describe everything that had happened in detail as he plunged into her very second-hand pussy.