I have this weird little fantasy about having sex in a packed car, a completely crowded car, and no-one else there knowing. So I guess it must be while I’m on holiday or something, rather than just driving home from work on the freeway. And sometimes it’s actually a minivan, too so there’s more people involved. So maybe its some kind of organized trip, or going to a New Years party. Something like that.
Anyways, it’s crowded in the car. Or van. There’s people beside me, pressed up against me, and everyone has their arms and knees everywhere, trying to hold on. Everyone is talking and loud and laughing, so there’s lots of noise, and it’s dark, and people are distracted.
I’m sitting on someone’s lap, and he’s groping me as we drive. I think I know him already, and he’s a friend, but we’re not much closer than that. We’ve been flirting a bit tonight though, and maybe making out earlier. Which is why I’m on his lap. And I guess why he feels like it’s okay to just fuck me here.
Because he does.
He takes his cock out of his jeans, and puts it inside me, underneath my skirt where no-one can see.
It goes inside me, and the bumping around as we drive is enough to fuck by. We sit there, and I’m probably a bit too still and breathless and quiet, but otherwise we’re both still, just sitting there, so no-one seems notice.
Then we hit a big bump, and he goes right out of me, and goes back inside me, but in my ass. Like right in, in one slippery burning slither, wet with me, hot with himself. He goes in, and I probably moan or something, because, well, in my ass, but still no-one notices. So we keep gently, slowly fucking. Because why not.
We have anal sex in a crowded car with people right next to me, pressed against me, talking to me, and no-one realizes.
And sometimes that’s the fantasy. Sometimes that’s all it is.
Sometimes not, though.
Sometimes, because this is a fantasy and so sometimes it’s different, sometimes he says, “Oh my god I’m fucking Tess’s ass.” Or something like that.
And everyone goes quiet and looks at him.
“Really?” someone says.
“Yep,” he says.
“Right now?” someone says, as if making sure.
“Right now.”
We probably almost crash when the driver tries to look. But we don’t, because fantasy, so everyone is safe.
I mean, obviously no seatbelts either, but still safe.
Anyways, I’ve been caught, and I’m embarrassed. I’m mortified. Because fucking in front of everyone is one thing, and actually kind of sexy, but doing anal is quite another. That’s just unladylike.
I’m embarrassed, but I’m also in the middle of having sex, so I decide I’ll worry about everything later. Since everyone already knows I’m having sex anyway, I start moving again. Moving more. Lifting myself up, fucking him properly like I wasn’t before. I probably start gasping and moaning a bit more too, I suppose. Since it’s okay to be obvious now.
We fuck, and he comes, and I sit there not quite sure what to do. I hadn’t finished, and want to fuck more, but I can feel him getting soft and know he’s about to slide out of me.
Then he looks at me, and grins, and lifts me up.
“Go on,” he says, and pushes me over towards the guy next to himself.
I understand, and the guy does too. He takes out his cock. He’s got hard, because of watching I suppose, so I hold him, and myself, and climb over quickly onto him. Quickly, because I can already feel the semen inside me about to slide out, and don’t want to make a mess, and I need it as lube, too, if I’m going to keep doing anal.
I kind of assume I am, from where the second guy is trying to aim himself.
He goes inside me, and I fuck him too. I fuck, while people stroke my arms and legs and kiss me sometimes. That guy comes quickly too. I guess, unexpected anal sex is quite exciting. He comes, and I still want more, so I look at the next guy over before I can change my mind.
He takes his cock out, and grins, so I fuck him too. I fuck them all. They all pass me around. I get lifted off one guy who’s just had me, and sat on another, and I pull his cock inside me, and keep going. They all fuck me in the ass as we drive, and they all come inside me, and their come is enough lube for the next one to do me, so that’s quite a good system.
And this is why maybe a minivan, too. So lots more sex than just a car.
At some point they try to push me over into the front seat, so I can fuck the guy in the front too, but it doesn’t quite work, past all the arms and headrests. I manage to bend over the seat, though, and just suck him instead.
While I’m there, bent over, sucking, I can feel semen running out of me. I’m not sure what to do.
Someone realizes, or perhaps just gets interested again seeing me bent over like that. Someone licks me. He licks my pussy, and then he licks my ass. Maybe more than one of them does. Maybe they take turns.
They lick my ass. They rim me as I drip. I moan, and press onto the seat-back, grinding, and try to remember to suck the guy in front of me.
I love being rimmed after anal. I love the slippy warm wetness of a mouth there after the stretchy hard fullness of being fucked. I love the contrast, and the kindness of doing it to say thank you, and I just love how it feels, and how it is.
I like being rimmed, and they all rim me. They lick each other’s semen out of me, and slide their tongues into my ass.
I come, just obviously. I come so I almost faint.
I come, and then I remember what I’m doing, and go back to sucking the guy in front off. Then I blow the driver too, just to be polite, which I suppose is kind of bad for unsafe driving, but fantasy so nothing bad happens.
Then we’re done, so I either sit down and pretend nothing happened, even though I can still almost still feel them all in my ass. Or we pull over and stop, to have more room, and basically have an orgy, and I fuck them all again, and they all lick me out some more.
Um, that’s about it. Orgasms, semen, finished. Yet another weird fantasy. Now you all know.
There are people in the lounge, watching porn, it sounds like. Me porn, I assume. I’ve been letting you film us, lately, and the noises I can hear seem familiar.
You meet me at the door, and lead me into the bedroom.
“Strip,” you say. “And put this on.”
You hold out a collar, and a chain.
“A dog collar?” I say, surprised.
Surprised and turned on.
You grin. You know me. You think you know I’m going to do this, even though I haven’t quite decided I will.
Or perhaps I have, because I do.
I hesitate for a moment, but then I nod. I undress, while you watch. Then I let you fasten the collar around my neck. It isn’t tight. It doesn’t stop me breathing. It’s just a collar, around my neck.
It means a lot all the same.
“Down on your knees,” you say. “Crawl.”
“Seriously?”
You look at me, and I do.
Then you tug on the leash, so I have to crawl after you, and you lead me into the lounge. Three people are there, watching me fuck on TV. Watching the porn we made together at home. I crawl around the floor. I’m naked, and I’m not sure how sexy I’m being, crawling. I try and be sexy, without my knees getting sore. I stretch my legs. I try and point my toes.
I feel a bit stupid, and I feel turned on a bit by feeling stupid.
I’m crawling around on the floor, naked, in a collar, and three people are watching as I do. Four, counting you.
I crawl around, and they touch me as I go past the couch. One slides a hand down my back, over my back. Another slips fingers inside me. I want to stop when that happens, to feel the touch, to gasp or sigh. I don’t, because I’m not sure what this game is, yet.
You stop me in front of them, and have me put my knees apart. Three people stare at my pussy. Into my pussy. I get wet.
I get wetter.
You tell me to masturbate, and I do.
You ask if I want a drink, and when I say yes, you put a bowl on the floor and pour something into it. I get what we’re doing. I bent down and lap.
It’s shameful. It’s sexy, in some twisted way. I’m not sure why. I bent, and lap at the water, and after a moment you tug on the lead and tell me that’s enough.
The people watching seem to think so too. They all take turns fucking me. Doggy, of course. Pulling on the leash while they do. They don’t come yet, though. Apparently there’s still more we’re going to do.
You tell me I’m being naughty, fucking so many people, and you all spank me for a while. You spank me, and people are slipping their fingers into me as they do, and someone is holding my arm bent behind my back, holding me, which makes being spanked perfect.
You know my arm being held makes it perfect, and I suppose that must be you.
I want more. You get a crop, and flog me. You all take turns hitting me. While the rest of you do, one licks me out. You know I’ll do more, get more wild, if I’m licked while I’m hurt.
I get wild. I beg for more. I beg for hands on my neck, for my hair to be pulled. You do that, some of you. You all flog by back, and my legs, and then turn me over and flog my front too. You hit my tits and tummy. You drip hot candle wax on me too.
It hurts. The crop stings, and the wax burns, and I can feel different mouths on my pussy. I feel spready wet pleasure, and hitty sharp pain, and it’s wonderful, it’s what I want. I hurt, but I don’t. It stings, but it feels nice, too. It isn’t the worst I’ve ever been flogged during sex, but it’s worse for being watched, and having strangers do it to me. I wouldn’t want much more than this.
After a while you ask if I’m thirsty again. I am, and drink out the bowl some more. Then I give you all head, and you hold the collar, and pull my mouth onto yourselves as I do. Roughly. And then you lick me some more.
You tell them all I like anal, which I don’t really like people to know. You tell them I do, and how much I do, so they all want to, of course. I lie on my back, with my feet up over my head, and they take turns fucking and licking my asshole. They tell me I’m beautiful while they do. They fuck my ass, and sometimes suck my toes, and beat my feet as well. They drip wax on my chest. They hold me down when I wriggle. Mostly, they put themselves and their fingers and their dildos up my ass, and then they lick me too. That mix, that stretchy thrusty fullness and lapping tongues is just so indescribably wonderful I can’t think.
People start to come, and as each one does, the next person licks me right away. Licks semen out of me, for the people who are men, and just licks me for those who aren’t. The first one comes in my pussy, but then the someone goes up my ass, and the next one licks it out of me there, too, without a word of complaint.
Perhaps more people have arrived. I seem to have sex a lot, more than I’d expect with three people. I have sex a lot, and feel ashamed of that too, but we all keep doing it anyway.
Afterwards, when we’re all done, you tie the dog lead around the coffee table leg, and I lie on the floor, and you all sit on the chairs and couch, and we all watch TV.
You’ve planned something special for tonight, you say. Just to warn me before we go inside. You were sitting outside your house, on your front steps, in a sparkly party dress, when I arrive.
“Okay,” I say, a little suspicious. You show me a blindfold, and say I have to put it on before we go inside.
“Why?” I say.
“Because you do.”
I stand there for a moment, then shrug, and decide I will. I hand you my bag, and put the blindfold on. You check, and make sure it’s tight. It is. It’s secure, and thick. I can’t see a thing.
You open your front door, and steer me inside. You guide me with your hands on my shoulders, saying when to step, and when to turn left, that kind of thing.
You take me into the hall, and then the lounge. I’m listening, wondering what’s going on, and because I’m listening I’m almost sure I can hear people. I must be able to hear breathing or clothes moving, something like that.
“Who’s here,” I say, but no-one answers.
“Is someone here?” I say to you, but you ignore me.
I almost think it’s a surprise party, except no-one’s shouting surprise.
Instead, you whisper in my ear, “Undress.”
“But there’s people here,” I say.
“I know. They’re watching you. So undress.”
After a minute I do. I don’t know why. I don’t know why I don’t just run out of there and never speak to you again. But I stay, and undress, fumbling a little, slightly clumsy when I can’t see. You help me when I need it, and take my clothes from me as I take them off.
I stop with my undies. I keep thinking about all the people I think are here. That I know are here. I’m almost naked, and they can see my tits, but I don’t care about tits and almost-naked isn’t the same as actually-naked. So I stop, unsure.
“Go on,” you say.
“I don’t know I can.”
You slide your hand inside my undies and rub me gently. It feels nice. I’m wet already, because I’m naked in a room which might be full of people, and that’s exciting. I get more excited. I want this. After a moment I shift your hand and push my undies down.
“People are going to touch you now,” you say. “So don’t get a fright when they do.”
“You?”
“Not me. People.”
“Which people.”
“Everyone else,” you say. “Everyone who’s here watching.”
“There isn’t anyone else here. It’s a trick.”
Then hands touch me. A lot of hands. So many I can’t tell how many. They stroke me, and touch me, and caress me all over.
“Oh,” I say.
The hands go away.
People kiss me. They kiss me, and touch my pussy, one at a time. As if there’s a queue, a line waiting to kiss me.
“Is there a queue?” I say. “For me.”
“There is,” you say.
I like to kiss. I kiss a lot. I’m not sure if it’s the same people over and over, or new people and there’s a lot of them. I wonder, and try to remember how different mouths feel, but I’m not really sure. I keep getting distracted by kissing and being touched, instead of thinking about that.
So I kiss, and they touch me, and rub me, and slip their fingers inside me. They touch until I’m excited and breathless and desperately needing.
“Where are you,” I say.
“Here,” you say.
“I want more,” I say. “I need more pretty soon.”
“Now?” you say.
“Now’s good.”
You led me forward, and say, “There’s a bench in front of you. Lean forward and you’ll find it. Slide onto it.”
I do. I find it. It’s some kind of wide, padded bench the height of a coffee table. Like a weight bench but wider. You arrange me, turn me onto my back, and move my knees so they’re spread. Spread wider than I’d have liked, with all these people watching, but never mind.
I lie there and wonder how many people are watching me right now.
“What now?” I say.
I feel someone climb onto the bench with me. They’re above me, right over me, with their knees beside my face. They come closer, and I feel a pussy. Feel it, or perhaps taste it, I’m not completely sure which happens first.
There’s a pussy and a woman, right above me as I lie there.
“Oh.” I say, and lift up to lick her.
I lick, and someone licks me, too. Not the same person, I don’t think. The angle seems a bit wrong for sixty-nining, like too low down on me, perhaps.
Not that I really care. I lick. Someone licks me.
“There’s people here to watch,” you say nearby. “There’s people here to fuck you. There’s other people here who just want to lick you out.”
Your voice is near my ear, beside me. Not above me, and not between my legs. It isn’t you licking me, and it isn’t you being licked.
“Oh shit,” I say, “That isn’t you down there.”
“No,” you say, sounding like you think I just said something funny.
That’s exciting. That’s really exciting, not knowing who’s doing what to me. I reach down, and find the head of person licking me, and feel long hair. I hold her head, and start moving against her mouth, kind of pressing on it, rubbing on her, moving all slippery and slow.
I hold her, and she licks me, and suddenly I come.
I hadn’t meant to so soon, but I’m excited by what I’m doing. By the blindfold and mystery and strange women having sex with me.
Because I can’t believe I’m doing this, even though I am.
I go back to licking the woman above me. I lick her, and I think she comes too. She pushes down on me, anyway, and holds onto my hair. Then she disappears, and someone else kneels over me.
I lick the new person too. I lick anyone who kneels over me, whoever puts her pussy above my mouth, I lick her out carefully. Sometimes I feel clothes. Sometimes I feel dresses brush my face.
As I lick, other people fuck me. People are between my legs, using my legs to pleasure themselves. Someone lifts up my hand and puts it against herself, and holds my fingers there as she presses against me.
I lick. I finger. I move as much as I can.
People have orgasms all around me.
That’s exciting, actually. I don’t know how many people I’m making come, but it’s a lot, and I like that I am.
I do again, too.
I lick some more. Someone gives me a drink of water between women, which I realize I need. I’m thirsty, and drink.
I lick, and as I do, I hear people moving around, and feel people moving near me too. I wonder how many people are here. I feel more hands on me. I feel touches and strokes and caresses. I feel mouths. I taste pussies. More people lick me, too, tasting me as I am them.
I lick as many more people as I can. My mouth is starting to get sore, though, and my tongue to ache from lapping, enough I start trying to use my hands now rather than my mouth.
I lick someone’s ass by mistake, because I slip, but I don’t care that I am. I lick her there, and she tells everyone else, and says what I’m doing, and then they kind of lift up my feet a bit, and take turns licking my ass too. Two people lick me at the same time, I think. One in front and one behind.
Someone fists me. It might be you. Usually I can’t manage that, not and actually enjoy it, but now I do. Now I’m excited, and have come twice, and am about to again. Someone fists me, and other people keep licking my ass and clit.
I melt. I burn. I stop thinking, and forget to lick.
I’m so close I can’t stop myself, and come, and then, I suppose because they assume any more will be too much for me now, all the hands and mouths go away.
All but one. I finish off the person who was patiently above me, waiting, and then I say I think I can’t do any more.
People clap. Clap to say thank you, I realize. Because they don’t want to talk so I know who they are. They clap and then a lot of them kiss me, saying thank you that way too. A lot of people kiss me, far more than I’d thought were here.
You help me sit up. You say I should stay where I am for a moment. You say they’re all just getting dressed to go. You stroke my arms and back while we wait. You stroke me gently, and I feel almost sleepy.
Eventually you take the blindfold off. I look around at an empty room.
On the floor, below the bench I’m sitting on, is a line of roses.
“What are those?” I say, puzzled.
“Everyone who had sex with you, they put a rose there when they were done.”
I count. Twenty-six people had sex with me. I can’t quite believe I did this.
“Thank you,” I say. “Thank you so much for this.”
You smile, and kiss me, and then we make it twenty-seven.
um, this goes with the last one in a complicated weird way that makes sense to me 🙂
*****
You’d been nagging me for ages about how you wanted to see me give a blowjob to another man, and I don’t really know why you do, but one day I go, “Fine, okay. I will. As many as you want. All your friends. Everyone.”
“Everyone?” you say, surprised.
“Yep, absolutely. Everyone. Anyone you can find who wants one.”
“You mean it?” you say, sounding worryingly excited.
“Um…” I say, hesitating, then think fuck it, why not. I nod. “Yep. One night, and I’ll blow everyone you bring me.”
You seem surprised, but you grin.
A few weeks later we go to a hotel. We get into the lifts, and I don’t understand why.
“What’s going on?” I say.
“Remember that thing you said you’d do?” you say.
“What thing?”
“The thing. With everyone…”
“Oh,” I say. “Oh shit. Right. That.”
“Still want to?”
I look at you. “Um, why…?” I say.
“I asked around. Some people were interested. So I organised it.”
“Some people?”
“Yep,” you say. “Do you still want to do it?”
I wonder if I should. I hesitate. Then I shrug. “Yep, why not.”
“A lot of people were interested, when I asked around.”
I notice it’s suddenly a lot of people, not some people. “What do you mean a lot of people?” I say.
“A lot of people were into it, into getting head from you. When I asked around.”
I thought you’d said that. “You asked around?” I say, kind of embarrassed. Very embarrassed, actually.
“Yep. But people were interested. So that’s good, right?”
“I suppose so,” I say.
You hand me a blindfold. “The deal is you don’t get to see who, though. In case it makes it weird seeing them later.”
“Weird for them?”
“Weird for you. So you act weird around them, I suppose.”
I think about that. “Why?” I say. “Who is it that’s here?”
“Lots of people who know you, of course. People who’ve always secretly wanted to fuck you. People you work with, a lot of our friends…”
I’m shocked. I’m actually horrified. You went around my work, and around our friends, offering me to people? Surely you wouldn’t have.
“You didn’t,” I say. “Not really.”
You grin. “You’ll never know.”
I think about that. About the not knowing. About the out it gives me, really, since I won’t know who they are, even if I do actually know them.
You’re still holding out the blindfold, waiting to see what I do. And I’m excited now we’re here. I take it from you and say, “All right. I will.”
We go to a room. I put the blindfold on outside the door. We go inside, and it sounds like there’s people there. You sit me down, on the floor, and say, “Are you sure you want to do this? You can change your mind?”
“I’m sure,” I say.
Someone stands in front of me. I grope around, and found a cock. I lean forward, and put it in my mouth.
I suck it. I don’t really care whose any more. I suck him off, as fast as I can, and he comes in my mouth, all thick and salty. I suck him off, and then there’s another, and I suck that too.
More men come in my mouth. After a few, something warm suddenly splatters on my arm and back.
“Did someone just come on me?” I say.
“Yes,” you say beside me.
“You’re still here.”
“Of course. Put your tongue out.”
I do, and someone comes on it. I taste it, hot and salty. I swallow it, and reach forward, stretching, looking for the cock, wanting to suck more. Overdoing it maybe, pretending a bit for all the people watching. Pretending but also not. I actually feel that way.
Another cock touches my lips. I suck that too. I start losing track of how many I’ve sucked. Of how many come. I know I’ve swallowed a lot of semen, and that’s exciting for some reason.
I masturbate as I suck them, and they start to come quicker.
I suck a lot. I think I’ve sucked about ten men off, and my jaw is starting to hurt, and my mouth to feel oddly dry.
“I don’t think I can suck any more,” I say. “But I don’t want to stop if there’s more people.”
“There’s more people,” you say.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“Stop now,” you say. “Well do this again another time for everyone else.”
I nod.
I hear a door, hear people leaving. Soon the room is quiet.
I slide the blindfold up. It’s crusty. My face is crusty. My mouth is dry from sucking, and from too much semen, too.
I slide the blindfold up look around. I’m in an empty room. There are little drips of spit or come underneath me, on the floor, and that’s the only sign anyone else was ever here. That, and the odd dry taste in my mouth and throat.
That mysteriousness is sexy, for some reason.