It’s my birthday, and you’ve organised something special for me, but you won’t say what it is. You tell me to dress up and come to your place. I assume we’ll have drinks, and then go out somewhere, which seems like fun.
When I get to your place, there’s other people there, but people I don’t know, and all of them girls. And although that’s slightly odd on my birthday, that it’s just you and me and them and none of our other friends, I don’t really care.
We talk for a bit, and the new people all seem nice, and they’re being nice to me, like talking to me specifically because it’s my birthday. So that’s nice too!
After a while, you look at me, and say, “So that thing I organized for you.”
“Oh,” I say. “Um yes?”
“Remember that thing you always wanted to try.”
I’m completely blank. I think mountain climbing, or scuba diving, or I don’t know what.
You realize I don’t understand, and grin. “The sex thing,” you say.
I’m still blank. To be honest, we probably talk about sex a little bit too much. It could be one of quite a few things I’ve said I always wanted to try.
You sigh, and say to everyone else in the room, “Go on.”
And they all grab me.
Someone was sitting on each side of me, on a sofa, and someone had gone behind me, too. I hadn’t really noticed until now, but they grab my arms, and the one behind me holds my hair, and I sit there and look at you and say, “Oh, that one.”
I’m pretty sure I might have mentioned something about all-girl gangbang orgies to you at some point. I think. Orgies where I get held down and made to join in. Something like that anyway.
And possibly whipped, too.
I suddenly remember that part. Going on to you about how much I’d like to be properly whipped, by lots of people.
I wonder if that’s where this is going to end up.
“So,” you say. “Want to?”
I shrug. I pretend not be sure.
“Oh,” you say, apparently a little concerned. “We don’t have to, it was just an idea to try.”
I pretend to be unsure a moment longer, then say, “Yes.”
“You will?”
“Yep. Of course. And after you organized everything too?”
You grin. “Hold her,” you say, and slide onto the floor, between my knees.
You lick me out. You’ve done that before, because we sometimes do, but never quite like this. Never with people watching, and with people holding me. I think I quite like this way to do it. But then it gets better. Everyone else has a turn, too. You start, but everyone takes turns licking me out, and while someone does, everyone else holds my arms and legs and kisses me with mouths wet with me, and it’s wonderful. It’s sexy and wonderful and exiting.
And, well, it’s getting licked out. That’s pretty nice any time!
Everyone licks me, and after everyone has, you say that now it’s my turn to lick.
“Oh,” I say, and pretend to look worried, but I don’t really mind.
You all pull me off the couch. I try and struggle, just because, but there’s not much I can do when someone’s pulling my hair to make me stop. You all pull me onto the floor, and lie me down, and hold me there. Then you take turns kneeling over my face, so I can lick each one of you.
I pretend I don’t want to, and turn my face away, but I’m only pretending, and I don’t know why. And you all pull my hair gently, and slap me until I lick you.
I’m only pretending not to want to, I really do. It’s nice. It’s fun. Licking you all, and pretending I don’t want to, as well. And you all seem to have fun too.
I lick you all. I taste you all, one after the other, wet and scented and wonderful. I taste how you are, and how you’re each different. I taste your wet, and breathe in your smell. Someone comes, as she kneels on me, and gets teased by everyone else for going too soon, and she actually seems a little embarrassed she did. Someone else sneakily tips her hips, so my mouth is back behind her pussy, on her ass. I lick her ass anyway, and when she gets off me she grins, like its our secret, her knowing I did on purpose.
It’s nice. There’s shoes and dresses and hems over my face. There’s silky smooth skin and the scents of you all, all warm and slippery wet as you all kneel over my mouth.
After a while, after everyone has had a turn, you all pull me up off the floor. You lead me through to the garage, where there is a metal ring on a rope hanging from a beam, above a square of carpet on the concrete floor.
It’s sordid and wrong and a little scary, and I know what this is for.
“You remember the rest of what you said?” you say to me, and I nod, nervous now.
“Want to?” you say.
“No,” I say.
“Want us to make you anyway?” I say.
I nod, scared.
You tie my arms to the rope, so they’re stretched up over my head. So I’m stretched out, barely on my toes.
So I can’t really move much except to turn from side to side and look at you all, around me.
I stand there, nervous, and you all step up and kiss me. Then you all undress me, carefully, unzipping and sliding things off. You all undress me, and then stand around me kissing me again. Kissing me, and stroking my bare skin, and licking me gently. One of you kneels down, and licks my pussy for a while, as if she can’t wait. Another kisses me for a minute, then two, kissing as you all watch.
I feel odd, completely naked when you’re all dressed, but I feel excited too.
I know what’s about to happen.
You all kiss me, and lick and touch me, and then you all move away.
And then you whip me.
All of you whip me. You all take turns. Until I’m sobbing and gasping and crying.
People stroke me and lick me out too, as you all whip me too. One woman, especially, kisses me carefully between each blow. Every one.
People whip me and cane me and flog me as well. They seem to like using different thing to hit me with, and to like hitting different parts of me. Some hit my back, some my tummy, some my legs. One keeps whipping my armpits, which hurts almost unbearably, and she smiles when I shriek. I start to be able to tell who is hitting me by what each person does, and I start wanting to be hit by some of you more than others. By the ones who hit me harder. Who tear my skin and break my skin, who bruise me and make me bleed.
You all whip me until I’m cut and bruised all over, aching all over, tingling all over. You all whip me as people kiss me, as stroke me, and touch my face, and smooth back my hair. You whip me until I’m moaning and sighing and lost. Until I hurt so much it doesn’t hurt, like a second wind when I run. Until I beg for more, and can’t stand more. Until I hurt inside, as well as outside, for wanting your mouths and hands again, for wanting sex, needing sex, to make everything I’m feeling complete.
You all whip me until my back and legs are scratched and bruised and cut and sore, and then you gently take me down, and take me back inside, and we all lick and kiss and stroke each other all over. We have an orgy, an actual orgy now, with everyone licking everyone, and as I lick, as I move around and slide over other people, I leave little smeary trails of blood from my back and legs.
Some of you lick those up. I lick them up. Some of you touch my back, on purpose, to make it hurt. Some of you just watch.
It’s the best birthday I ever had.
We’re fucking in your bed, and for once I’m on top. Probably you made me. I don’t like to be on top.
We’re fucking, and I’m probably complaining about how I can’t on top, and don’t move right, and I don’t know how, and I just can’t fuck people and its easier if they fuck me. Probably. Because I do that, the complaining. And probably you’re telling me I’m doing fine, because that’s polite and what people do.
So anyways, we’re fucking. And it’s nice. Despite my complaining.
Then, behind me, the bedroom door opens, and someone looks in. Kind of leaning around the door, politely, like you do when you’re seeing if you’re disturbing someone. Except that, well, we’re fucking and making sounds, so it must have been obvious we’re going to be disturbed. And even more obvious, now the door is open.
It’s another girl, and she’s quite hot, but well, she is. Disturbing us.
So I stop moving, and look down at you. Kind of annoyed, but kind of intrigued, too. Intrigued because, well, we’re having sex, at your place, and someone you apparently know is looking at us.
“This is my housemate,” you say, and tell me her name.
I didn’t know you had a housemate, so there you go.
“I heard you two,” housemate says. “And I thought I’d just see if you wanted anyone to join in.’
“Um,” I say. “Dude. What?”
“Sure,” you say to her. Then to me, “If you don’t mind.”
I look at you. “Like I just said. Um, dude. What?”
You grin at me. All smug and proud of yourself. I guess because suddenly you’re kinkier than me or something. Go you.
“I mean it,” I say. “This is really kind of weird.”
And you grin some more.
“And your housemate is still looking at us,” I say. Because she us.
You keep grinning.
“Oh fine,” I say. “If you like, then okay.” I start to get off you.
“No,” you say. “Stay there.”
I’m a bit embarrassed, because I’m really not good at fucking girls on top, and I look all humpy and flaily and stupid when I try. So I hesitate, and almost get off, but you look at me and whisper, “Please?” So I stay there, and move slowly, which makes it look not as bad as it could. Like almost-sexy, I think, rather than just stupid.
I do that, and housemate sits on the bed besides us, and watches, and after a while, I suppose because I’m on top, she leans over and kisses me, and then she starts stroking my back. Which is nice.
She strokes me, and watches, and then, quite suddenly, she bends over and licks my ass.
Which she can probably reach easily because I’m an ungainly weirdo when I try and fuck people so I’m probably got my legs way apart and ass up, or something.
She licks me, and I kind of go, “oh,” and forget about feeling silly.
And you look up at me and say, “She’s into that and you are too so I thought you two should meet.”
Which is just weird, that you presumably thought we should meet like this, instead of introducing us in the lounge-room, but all I do is kind of murmur, because right then I’m having my ass licked out, so right then I think so too.
I keep trying to fuck you, but it’s a bit of a wasted effort. Because I’m paying far more attention to your housemate’s tongue right now.
She licks me, and uses her hand on me too, and on you as well, I think, so I pretty much forget to move, and fuck you. After a bit I get off you, and try and undress her, and kiss her as well. I undress her, and then I lick her ass out too. While she licks mine, as best we both can, both sort of twisting around behind ourselves to reach, while you get in the way. We rim each other, and you kiss us both, and stroke our bodies, and watch, and she licks my asshole all slippery warm and slow, and I lick hers, tasting her, wanting her, pushing my tongue inside her.
Your face goes past me, so I grab you and pull you down, and kiss you with the taste of her still in my mouth, and you make a face but kiss me back, and that’s unspeakably sexy.
Kissing you while tasting her, that’s so sexy I could melt and sing and sigh.
I kiss you, then I lick her some more, and you stroke us both, watching what we do to each other.
After a while, though, the bending sideways and back gets too much. I have to sit up. We rearrange, and do some different stuff. Housemate and I keep rimming each other a lot, though. Like whenever we can. And you, if you’re nearby.
After a while we go in a circle, because that just is less bendy and tiring than anything else. I feel a mouth on my ass, and it’s nice, so nice it takes me a while to realize I’m rimming Housemate so Housemate can’t be rimming me. Not lying like this.
I look, and it’s you. You’re licking my ass out really carefully, but nicely.
“Hey,” I say. “I thought you didn’t.”
“It seemed easier,” you say. “I thought I should, for you two.”
You do. We both get you to lick ours. We all lick each other, and it’s this wonderful slow, gentle assy, orally, glorious threeway.
um, more blackmail because there’s already a blackmail story in chapter one of this.
*****
You call me at home and tell me your boss wants to have dinner with us. I kind of wish I’d had more notice, but I don’t complain. I get that you think I’m home all day, doing nothing, so it doesn’t matter how little warning you give me to get ready.
You say it’s at your boss house, and to just meet you both there. I get the address from you, and start to get ready. It’ll take at least an hour to get there, way across town in the beachside Eastern suburbs.
Not where we live. Not nearly.
I get ready, and make myself look good, and go.
When I arrive I’m a bit surprised it’s just the three of us. I’d sort of assumed it was a dinner party, but no. Maybe your boss isn’t married, but I’m surprised he doesn’t have a fourth person here. But never mind. I’m here now.
I’m thinking about other things, anyway, too. You look worried. I know things have been a bit rough at work for you, but I hadn’t thought about it too much. You look worried, though. You look nervous. Maybe things aren’t going so well.
No-one says anything, though.
We have a drink. We talk. We sit around in your boss’s lounge, and he asks me about things at home, and how I find not working. Things like that. Polite conversation.
Then he suddenly says to me, “I’ve heard about you. And what you like to do.”
I don’t get it. I just sit there.
“How you like to fuck,” he says.
“Oh,” I say, a bit startled. I don’t really know why he’d say that.
“First I want you to suck my cock,” he says. “Then I want to fuck you in your ass.”
I’m shocked. I have no idea what to say.
I just sit there, looking at him, wondering what I’m supposed to do now.
“Or is that a lie?” your boss says, looking at you. “Did he lie about the blowjobs and anal?”
I look at him, and think. I look at you, angry.
I think some more, than say, “He didn’t lie.”
I’m unbelievably angry with you. I’m angry you told him, because you know I hate people knowing about the anal. Like, I enjoy it, and it’s fun, but that doesn’t mean I want everyone to know. I don’t want them all looking at me, thinking I’m that girl.
“So you will?” you boss says to me.
I’m angry, but this is still pretty weird. “I really don’t think so,” I say.
“That’s fine,” your boss says. “But if you don’t, he’s fired. No notice, no references, he’s just out.”
“Please?” you say to me.
I look at you. I’m angry. I’m thinking about doing this as much because I’m angry as because I care about your job right now.
“Fine,” I say. “But one of you better get me ready first.”
You say you will.
“But first,” your boss says, and takes out his cock.
I look at it, and swallow. You suddenly look completely horrified. Like you planned this and everything, but you’ve only just realised what’s involved in this.
Your boss looks at us both, and then just looks smug, so I guess despoiling me while you watch part of this is for him.
And which, given the anal thing, I’m kind of fine with. I mean, if I’m giving him a blowjob anyway.
So I go over, and bend over, and suck it.
I suck it, and get wet, because giving people head turns me on, and because apparently being blackmailed does too. I suck, half thinking I’m in a bit of a tricky situation, because on the one hand just getting him off with my mouth might be easier, but on the other, I kind of want the anal sex now we’re all talking about.
I suck for a while, and lick him, and lick his balls, and do it well. And then your boss says time for more, and so I look at you and say, “Well?”
You come over. I take my undies off, a bit embarrassed because your boss is watching, interested. I do that, and then you lick me out until I’m wet. You lick me out, and finger my ass, and I’m ready pretty quickly.
Like always.
I say that to both of you.
“Talk a walk,” your boss says to you. “Go out on the deck. It’ll be easier for you.”
“No,” I say. “I want him to watch.”
So you do. As I kneel there, and masturbate myself, and your boss has my ass. He slides into me slowly, gentler than I’d have expected for, well, a pervert blackmailer. I say he’s fine, and then he fucks me.
We fuck. I move too.
You watch, and I rub, and I make myself come.
Then your boss does too.
Then I clean up, and say, “He still has a job?” and your boss says yes, and we go.
Um, just to say – this has some stuff with consent and could be trigger.
*****
I’m in a swimming pool, topless, wet, and you’re holding my arms behind me. I’m wet because I was underwater, being silly, blowing you while holding my breath. I’m topless because the same, actually, and you’re holding my arms because three other guys just turned up, and were watching, and you’d seen them but not told me, and when I glanced up and saw them I jumped and panicked a bit and was all, “Fuck, dude, thanks for warning me.”
I was annoyed. I started to get out, and leave you there, but you grabbed my arms to stop me. You grabbed my arms, then grinned kind of nastily and turned me around, still holding me, so the other three can see my tits.
I struggle. I try and shake you off. I’m still really annoyed you didn’t warn me.
We’re at a party, and it’s late, and we thought everyone else was inside, so we started doing this. And yes, I was sucking you off half-naked in a swimming pool, but I still didn’t want to be watched by strangers, necessarily.
I’m angry, and you’re teasing me anyway, and then you start pushing me over towards the three guys. And you’re strong enough I can’t stop you.
You push me right over to them, as I struggle, and they reach down and grab me and help pull me out the water. You all stand around, all of you holding me so I can’t get away, all looking at my tits.
It’s starting to get a little creepy.
“Let me go,” I say, but you all ignore me.
You all just hold me, and look at my chest.
Then you grab a cushion from a chair next to us, and drop it on the ground, and then push me down onto it, onto my knees. The others help.
I’m looking at your cocks. They’re hard, noticeably. Yours is still out, from me sucking it a moment ago, and is hard. The others look like they are too, through their clothes.
I look at your cocks, and you all look at me.
You hold me there, and I look up at you and say, “You aren’t serious? You can’t make me do this.”
You wrap your hand around my hair, and pull me closer. Pull me, so your cock bumps on my face, and kind of rubs over my mouth, all hard and hot and right there.
I give up. I don’t mind that much. I’d started this, and I hadn’t finished either. I open my mouth, and you pull me onto yourself. Pull me, so I suck.
I suck you, while all four of you hold me, and watch.
Then you push me off, and turn my head, still by my hair, and push my face towards the guy beside you.
“Oh no,” I whisper. “No way.”
A kind-of forced blowjob of my boyfriend while other people watch, that’s dark and wrong but a little sexy. Being forced to suck all of you off, that’s just not something I want to do.
I struggle. I try to pull my arms free, but can’t. I try to stand up, but can’t. I keep my mouth closed, but this new guy’s cock is rubbing against it. Some man I don’t know is wiping his cock on my face, and it’s awful.
Then it gets worse.
Then you reach over, and hold my nose, so I have to open my mouth. And then that guy puts his cock in my mouth.
Some guy I’ve never met before just forced his cock into my mouth, and I’m angry and scared and don’t like that at all. I almost bite him. I think about it, and almost do.
Then you push my head forward, push my mouth onto his cock.
And weirdly, that’s sexy.
That’s unspeakably sexy, you pushing my head down onto another guy’s cock. It’s sexy, and wrong, and horribly dark, and turns me on more than I can stand.
I suck the guy. I move my mouth, without you making me. I suck him as well as I can, with my arms still held, and he seems to like it. He seems excited he’s doing this.
He comes. I get a surprise, and jump, but he comes in my mouth, and I kind of choke a bit and swallow it and let some drip out, and then I turn the other way, towards the next guy.
You all look at me, waiting.
“Make me,” I say. And feel some semen drip out of my mouth. “I’m not choosing to do this. You have to make me.”
You reach down, and push my face onto the next guy. This time I help a little. This time I open my mouth. I suck again. I make him come too. Then I do the other guy. Then you.
You all come. You come on my face, and in my hair.
After the last has, you keep holding onto me. I look up at you all, panting, and say, “You’d so better be able to again. All of you.”
No-one says they can’t.
“I want more,” I say. “I want to fuck.”
You all kind of nod.
“But you have to make me. You have to make me do this. Four of you’s too many, I’m not fucking all of you. And I’m not doing this by choice.”
You seem to understand. You lift me onto a chair, and hold me there, and one of you takes off my bikini bottoms. Or undies. Whichever they are.
He slides them down, and licks me out. You all take turns licking me out, still holding me, until I’m moaning and panting and desperate.
You don’t let me come. None of you do. You keep stopping, and switching around when I’m close, so I don’t ever quite get there. I want to bite you all and scream, but I just struggle instead.
You hold me, and lick me, and soon one of you puts his cock inside me.
“No way,” I gasp. “Don’t you dare,” as he slides deep inside me, but then I start fucking him.
I fuck all of you. You stop, and lick me, and then fuck me again. None of you seem to mind licking where another guy’s cock has just been, which is actually kind of sexy. A couple of you come, and that doesn’t seem to matter either. You keep licking, making me frantic with wanting to come.
You all lick me, taking turns, and then one guy licks my asshole. He pushes my legs up, and the rest of you hold me differently, so he can slide his tongue onto me, around me, inside me. I get shaky and gaspy and exited, and then he moves and I realize why he did that. He slides his cock into me there, with just my wet and spit for lube.
He fucks me, and someone else licks my pussy as he does. I get fucked, and licked, and I finally, desperately, I come.
I come, and then you all let me go, and we’re finished.
You and I leave together, and we go home.
I tell you I’m not speaking to you as we get into the car, and that you’re an awful person. Then I whisper I am speaking to you and really I loved doing that.
Because we planned it. It was a game. I like horrible games. I make you join in. I like to pretend to be made to do horrible things, like that. And you let me, even though it bothers you. And I appreciate that.