Have you ever been completely captured within your own fantasy? No matter how hard you try to get it to go away, you can’t, you think about it constantly, it invades your every thought when you’re awake and when you’re asleep. I have had that problem, and no matter how hard I shook my head the dream wouldn’t leave. I knew how to get it to go away, and that would have been to commit the acts that I thought of, but I never thought I would.
I live a pretty normal life. I am a house wife, looking after two small children, a golden retriever, and a house cat, along with taking care of my husband and my house. I am usually shut up in the house, being a one car family, and though sometimes that drives me completely insane I am pretty used to it. I don’t do much during the day, clean the house, clean the clothes, and talk to some long distance friends over the internet.
To break the monotony of my day, I write. All of my stories have to do with sex; it is an outlet for me and the thoughts that go through my head. I am a highly sexual person, and the stories help me to release some of my sexuality. Being highly sexual is a part of the problem that I’ve briefly mentioned, though, it took a long time for me to embrace who I am, and I had help. It wasn’t just an awakening in myself, but it was an awakening caused by the words of another person.
His name is James, and though, I’ve not spoken to him in quite a long time, I have him to thank for opening my mind and my body to the person that I really am. He e-mailed me when I first began to write my stories, and post them so the public could view what it was I had to say, which was almost four years ago now. At first he was kind, and we exchanged pleasantries and fantasies. The pleasantries soon stopped, and he e-mailed me with words that I never thought that I would ever read. In the e-mail he called me a whore, a fuck toy, and a no good slut. The words surprisingly enough caused my body to quiver and my pussy to become soaked. I would have never thought that reading such words would have made me react that way. Being a person that can always pick up on the thoughts of another, either through speaking with them or reading something from them I responded back with what I knew he wanted to hear. I told him that I was exactly what he said, and that he was my Master, who must teach this no good whore how to act.
From there on out our e-mails followed that line, him teaching me how I was supposed to be, and me following his every word. I felt invigorated, I felt a live, and I knew then that a part of me was waking up, and that I was changing, and I liked the change. My actions even changed towards my husband. I became more submissive, and through my submissiveness more demanding in wanting sex, and wanting a lot of it. He too enjoyed the change in me, and had even begun to speak to James, sending to me during the day little scenarios in which him and James used me in every way they could think of. The words they wrote were torture to me, I began to think more about actually wanting to do these acts with the both of them instead of keeping it just in the fantasy world. It never worked out, my husband wanted to keep it just where it was, and I, though not happy, respected his decision.
James and I began to drift apart; we’d gotten so wrapped up in our fantasy world that sometimes it was hard to tell myself that it wasn’t reality. We’d fight through e-mails, and finally one day I told him to fuck off. He did for a while, coming back every now and again, but we just couldn’t find that same spark that was once there. The relationship ended, though, for me, it ended with a new self-awareness.
After James, there were others, many others, none writing in the way James had, just an exchange of mutual fantasies, which was okay, but it tended to get boring to me after while. Some tried, but it just wasn’t the same, there was an underline of equality in their writing. The way they wrote told me that this was something that they had just fantasized about and never had any real experience, James had had real experience, and knew exactly what he spoke of. Even still, there was a couple in which spawned long term friendships, friendships that I still enjoy today, and with them share a kind of love with. This love is different than with love between two people who see each other everyday, those of you who have these kinds of friendships know what it is I speak of. It is a type of mental love, a caring you could say, and a sharing of thoughts that most find hard to share with in someone they see everyday.
I’ve gone about my e-mail adventures for a long time now, sometimes stopping altogether, in order to recoup, reassess what it is that I am doing, sometimes just breaking because I become bored of it. I looked for another like James, I felt empty without it, and though in my own life I had kept my new way of being, it just wasn’t the same as it had been when there was another man involved. My husband would comment about how it seemed that I was losing touch again, I really wasn’t, I just wanted more.
I love my husband very much; I love what he has done for me and for our children. I have been with him since I was 14 years old and now I’m 25. Since I’ve been with him so long, is why I have the problem with my haunting fantasy. I’ve never known another man, and sometimes the need or maybe the want of knowing what it is like gets to me in ways that it probably shouldn’t. I can’t help it; the thought of it drives me to the brink of insanity.
Anyway, one year after I met James, and lost James, another person came into my internet life. His name, Theron, I’ve written about him many times, and have written many stories with him. He is better than James, and when I found him, or maybe I should say, when he found me, I became happy again.
Theron is wonderful, and with every word he writes to me my lust grows, and so does the fantasy that will not leave me alone. I am more submissive towards Theron than I ever was towards James, the two are completely different. James screwed up, letting feelings get involved, and telling me that he loved me, actually loved me, and that he wanted me to leave my husband for him. There was no way that was ever going to happen. Theron, he has never in the three years that I have spoken to him showed anything towards me but the desire to fuck, and I appreciate that to no end. I will never love any man besides my husband, and Theron knows the difference between love and lust, which I must say that sadly for many people those two feelings coincide and they become confused as to how they actually feel.
Theron and I have never stopped speaking to each other. Yes, our communication has been off and on these many years, but that doesn’t bother me. We will speak for many months, and then not speak for many more. We accept it, we have other responsibilities, we have our own lives, and we do get busy.
It was during one of our off peaks that the recurring fantasy began to plague me. I really didn’t know what to do about it at first, and I kept it to myself for a long time. But with each day it grew and festered in my mind, there were even a couple of times that I thought the dream would come true, certain situations involving my husband could have led up to it easily, but it never went that far. I had had the fantasy many times before, I have even written about it on several occasions, but this time was different, this time it wouldn’t let me be.
I had spoke to my husband about the fantasy before, though, never going into complete detail, and afterwards, the talk left me more confused than before, as it normally does when I speak to my husband about our relationship. When the dream wouldn’t stop, I tried talking to him again, with the same end result.
“But it won’t go away Don.”
“It’s normal Jess.”
“It can’t be normal, I’ve never had something like this happen before, usually fantasies go in and out, this one just won’t!”
I had described the fantasy in more detail than I ever had before, and I could tell by the way he looked at me that it had left him a little flustered.
“Look Babe, I don’t know what to tell you. I know nothing like that will ever happen. We’ve talked about that before, and I just can’t do that. I can’t share you with someone else and feel good about it.”
I waved my hand at him, dismissing what he ever else he was going to say. I didn’t want to hear about it again. I sighed, rolled my eyes, and looked away from him.
“Forget it.”
He tried to talk, but I got up and walked away, finding something more important to do in the kitchen.
As the days went by, I began to feel Closter phobic in my own head. I was going past the brink. It helped when Theron and I began to talk again, but not by much. In little ways, incorporated in our own fantasies that we wrote to each other, I would put in the thoughts that were making me feel so crazy. I never came out and said what was bothering me, all I did was hoped he’d get the hint, and it seemed as though he had. Writing things that catered to what I was thinking. Also during this time we began speaking of how both of us would love to meet each other in person. We weren’t that far from each other, eleven hours, and if it weren’t for our own lives we probably would meet each other as soon as possible. But even that began to fade, and seem an impossibility.
I began to blame the way I felt on being in the house all the time. I hadn’t gone out in months, for a while I had been going out at least once a month with friends of mine, but we’d all quite doing that since most of us got busy. I decided on a Tuesday that I would go out that weekend, though, my husband said that I should find a babysitter for the kids, I told him that I wanted to go out by myself. I needed alone time. He didn’t seem too happy about it, but understood.
It doesn’t bother me to go out by myself; I’ve been going to the same place since I was 21. The club’s name is Joshua’s, and most everyone I grew up with since moving to Missouri goes there. So, I knew that I wouldn’t be by myself for long, some old friend would show up eventually.
During one of the breaks in our fuck-talk sessions on that Tuesday, I told Theron that I was finally going to go out again this weekend. He never mailed me back, which I didn’t find odd, he did mail me at work and he probably got busy. I did find it odd that I didn’t hear from him for the rest of the week, but again put it off as him being busy.
That Saturday I went about my regular day, until around nine at night. I got ready to go, while listening to the preaching of my husband.
“Don’t drink too much. If you do, you call me, and I’ll have some one come pick you up. If there’s some one there that can take you home, if you drink too much, you let them. You hear me?”
“Yes, yes, I hear you. I don’t really plan on drinking too much anyway. I just want to get out.”
“You always say that, and you always come home drunker than hell.”
“I promise I won’t drive if I get to messed up.”
“Okay, good. Are you going to wear that?”
I looked down at my outfit then back up at him.
“Yeah, why does it not look good?”
“I think it looks a little too good for you to be going out by yourself.”
I rolled my eyes at him, and continued messing with my hair. I decided to put it up, I usually danced a lot at Joshua’s and I tended to get hot very quickly.
I left the house, cranking up the radio as one of my favorite songs came on. I drove the short, fifteen minute drive to Joshua’s and parked the car where I always do. I looked around the parking lot, not too many cars there, and none that I recognized. I walked up the stairs and into the front part of the club where i.d.’s are checked and the cover paid.
“Hey, Jessi! Man, haven’t seen you in a long time.”
I smiled as the doorman, Scott, addressed me.
“Hey Scott how’s it going?”
“Just fine, beautiful. You gonna save a dance for me.”
I laughed as he winked at me.
“Yeah, sure.”
“Where’s the rest of the girls?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t call them. None here huh?”
“Nope, why didn’t you call them?”
“Wanted time to myself.”
“I see. Well, go on in. You don’t have to pay the cover or nothing.”
“Thanks babe.”
I walked in slowly, and looked around. It was still early; the bar wasn’t even half full. I walked down to the bar, ordered a drink, and looked around again. I saw a group of guys sitting by the tables that lead to the bathrooms. They stared at me, and I smiled, drawing my attention away from them. I grabbed my drink; I could feel their eyes on me as I headed to my normal seat over looking the dance floor. I sipped slowly on my Zima, and watched the door as people began to come in. A couple of people I knew and I said hi to, but didn’t invite them to sit with me. I wanted to be alone right now, plus with my attention on other people I couldn’t pay too much attention to the guys that had never stopped looking at me. I could see they were talking, a couple of them pointed in my direction, but I had no idea what they were saying. One man who sat in the corner looked familiar to me, but it is not my custom to go over to people, I make them come to me.
After a while of watching people come in and watching the guys down at the table I decided to go to the bathroom. I didn’t have to go, but I wanted a better look at these men, especially the one that looked familiar. I walked slowly down the stairs, my hips swaying in their normal fashion, and headed towards the small hallway to the ladies’ room. I kept my head held high, pretending not to even notice the group of guys, who’s heads turned as I went into the restroom. I checked my make-up and hair while in there, and went back out. As I walked past the table, one of the guys grabbed my arm. I looked down surprised.
“Hi.”
“Hello.”
“What’s your name Baby?”
“You can just keep calling me that Sweetheart.”
He looked annoyed, but smiled. My eyes went to the mysterious man in the corner. I knew him, I just couldn’t place him. I knew I’d never seen him here before, and I racked my brain to come up with a name. It wasn’t my custom to not place a name to a face I knew but I just couldn’t think of it, nor did it look like he was going to give me it any time soon.
“You wanna dance with me?”
I smiled down at the man who held my arm.
“Maybe later, when the DJ actually plays some good music.”
“You from around here Baby?”
“Yeah close. How bout you?”
“No we’re all from…”
The man didn’t finish, a look of pain crossed his face, and I looked back at the man in the corner. He’d obliviously done something to this guy, kicked him probably. His position had changed, and an angry look took over his handsome features. I didn’t take my eyes off the man, but addressed his friend.
“Your location supposed to be secret, Sweetheart?”
He looked a little embarrassed, and his other hand went to his knee and rubbed at it.
“Yeah I guess so.”
He gave the man a glare, but then smiled back at me.
“Please tell me your name Baby?”
I laughed. I felt a little bad for the poor guy since his friend had kicked him.
“Let go of me and I’ll let you know.”
He let go of my arm, and looked up at me in anticipation.
“It’s Jessi.”
I saw it coming, I saw the words of that stupid song come into his head and I stopped him.
“No need for it, please.”
He laughed and blushed.
“Now, what’s your name?”
“Mine’s Mike.”
“What about your friends?”
I stared back at the man in the corner as he listed off his friends.
“This here is John, Dave, and Tom.”
“What about that one?”
I pointed to the man who looked at me as though I was being tested. He got up, and came around to me. I felt a little scared as he came closer, invading my personal space. His hand came to my chin and he squeezed it as he turned my face upward.
“If you’re a real good girl Jessi, I’ll let you know.”
He gave my head a shake and then moved back to his spot. My body shuddered a little with the encounter, and I knew I’d heard his voice before, but from where I didn’t know. I patted Mike on the shoulder.
“Okay, Mike, I promise I’ll dance with you, but for now, my drink is getting hot!”
I hurried back to my spot, a little glad to get away from the mysterious man. I hadn’t felt too afraid to be around him, and that was what made me uncomfortable, the fact that I hadn’t had a big reaction to some strange man touching me like that. I ordered another drink, and soon the DJ started to play good music.
I got out on the dance floor. I’ve never had a problem dancing by myself; in fact I enjoyed it much more than to have someone that didn’t know how to dance on me. I watched myself in the mirror as I danced, staying close to the table with the group of guys, looking at them and smiling as I shook my ass. When the song died and another took its place, Mike got up and came out with me. He took direction well, and stayed in time with me. I smiled the entire time we danced, happy to have someone that wasn’t going to step on my feet, or knock me off balance. He sat down after the song, I didn’t. I can dance all night.
I stayed out there for a while by myself, catching the stare of the man in the corner every now and again and holding it as I moved. Scott came running out on the floor and danced with me for a couple of songs, and then disappeared back to the front door. A couple of men I didn’t know came up, and I declined them, they weren’t very good dancers.
I took a break, drinking down another Zima in a couple of swallows before going back out on the floor. The next song was slower, not by much, and had a strong Latin beat behind it, my favorite kind to dance to. I began moving my hips and ass, smiling at myself in the mirror, really forgetting about everyone else in the bar, until I felt someone come up behind me. My eyes immediately went to the chair where the man was supposed to be, but he wasn’t there. The person behind me grabbed my arms and pulled me close to him. My head rested on his chest, and I looked back and up to confront the mysterious man. He looked back down at me, no expression on his face, as he began to move his body with mine.
A strange feeling came over me; I was completely captured by this man. I couldn’t take my eyes from his, and as his hands moved from my upper arm down and around my waist I let out a sigh. I finally broke my gaze and turned my head back to center, but the feeling didn’t go away, and other feelings were starting to emerge, feelings that a married woman ought not to have when dancing with another man. These feelings were heightened when his hands found their way up my belly and to my breasts. The song with the strong Latin beat had ended and a new faster song took its place. The man made my hips move in time with the music as his hands began to knead my breasts. If it weren’t for him making my body move I would have stood there completely frozen. Feelings of guilt began to creep into me, and I broke from my trance, bringing my hands to his and trying to pry them off of me. He wouldn’t allow it, I fought, but he was much stronger than I. His head bent down, and his lips came to my ear.
“Be a good girl Jessi. You like it admit it. I’ve been watching you. I’ve seen the way you move this fine little body of yours, teasing every cock in this building, and a little cock-tease whore should like the attention that she receives when one man decides he’s had enough teasing.”
I shook my head that had not been my intentions at all. I was just here to dance to have a good time.
“Don’t disagree with me slut!”
Before he went on, one of his hands moved to my hip and he turned me around to face him. The hand on my hip, slipped down to my leg, and then up my skirt. My body bucked involuntarily as his hand found my pussy, and his fingers began to rub my clit. I looked around frantically at the others on the dance floor, but none seemed to be paying attention. He sneered down at me.
“See, look at how wet this cunt is. You like this don’t you? C’mon, tell me. You like making all the men in this building lust after you. You like being a cock-tease, and you love the fact that my hand is shoved between your pussy lips right now. Speak to me whore!”
I looked up into his handsome face, my big blue eyes wide with fear, desire, and confusion. His dark brown eyes clashed with mine, the only feeling in them being that of lust. My brain screamed at me to run, it screamed at me that I was married, that I couldn’t allow this to go any further, but my body said differently. My body sung to me of the things that could happen, the feelings, the desire and lust that this man could give to me and I was torn. I didn’t know what to do. He looked down at me, growing angrier by the second. His hand that was still resting on my breast came up into my hair and he grabbed either side of the clip that I wore in it. He roughly threw my head back, making my entire face look up towards him instead of just my eyes. I gasped as he did this, but my body also sent soft electric currents up and down my spine.
“I said to fucking talk to me bitch!”
“Yes, yes! I fucking love it!”
My eyes bugged, that’s not what I meant to say, I meant to say no, I meant to tell him to leave me the hell alone, I was married, and married women didn’t do this with strange men, but it didn’t happen. He smiled down at me, taking his hand from my clip; he patted the top of my head.
“Good girl.”
His other hand begin to rub my pussy faster and harder, causing a moan from me that I tried to hold back but couldn’t. My eyes rolled up in my head, and my body pressed harder against him. He brought my head back up, and I opened my eyes to look at him.
“You’re coming with us.”
He turned my head toward the table of men, and smiled at them. I should have said no, but only nodded my head. What the hell was wrong with me! I knew I shouldn’t do this, part of me was telling me not to, but my body wasn’t listening to it. Guilt crept back into me, but it was a low undercurrent compared to the lust that built inside me, making my body hotter than it already was. I let him lead me from the dance floor. He took me from the club, through the doors that led to the hotel lobby. I knew his friends were behind us, but I didn’t look back at them. Once his hand had left my pussy, the guilt doubled, and I chewed harshly on my lower lip. I thought that I should turn around and run, go home, and hide under the blankets, but I couldn’t get my body to do anything but walk with this man. He took me up to a room, and once inside he roughly pushed me to my knees. The fear came back when all five men made a type of circle around me. Their leader, the mysterious man, came forward first, and shoved my head into his crotch. He shook my head around while he spoke.
“You feel that, Jessi? You feel how hard you’ve made my cock tonight while watching you on that floor?”
He nodded my head for me.
“You gonna do something about that, slut?”
He nodded my head again, and then lifted my face to him.
“My friends here, they’re hard too, and you will serve them like a good little whore.”
I shook my head, my eyes growing wide.
“No! I can’t do that! I’m mar…”
“Shut up you stupid bitch! I know you’re married, and I don’t give a fuck, just like you won’t here in a minute.”
I snorted; I couldn’t help it, and glared up at him.
“What the fuck do you mean by that?”
He slapped me, and through the pain I could feel my pussy throb.
“I don’t need your fucking lip woman! But I do want that pretty mouth.”
He ran his finger across my full lips, and my eyes shut for a minute, and a sigh came from me. When I opened my eyes, I saw his hand going to his pants. I stared intrigued, the fear, the guilt all of it washed away at the moment as he freed his cock. An uncontrollable moan came from me as he stroked it, pointed at my lips. From the corners of my eyes I could see the other men taking down their pants also, and pure desire of wanting all them grew inside of me.
The man brushed his cock against my lips, just like he had his finger.
“Open your mouth!”
I did so, though, that part of me still screamed at me to stop. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and began to suck slowly on it, looking up into his face as I did so. He smiled down and shook his head.
“See, I told you wouldn’t care.”
An inner pain went through me, the guilt coming back, but I knew that I wouldn’t stop. This was it, this was the fantasy that had plagued me for so long, and it was actually happening.
I took more of his cock into my mouth, ignoring the guilt I felt, and I moaned as he pulled the clip from my hair, and caught a fist full of my red locks in his hand. He moved my head, moving it back and forth on his cock, thrusting his hips into me, shoving more and more of his length into my throat. I choked when his cock went past the opening of my throat, but surprisingly the gagging made my pussy wetter.
No sooner had I gotten used to his cock, he pulled me away, and forced my head to Mike’s cock. I took it immediately, and as I sucked on his cock, I felt the wet tip of the mysterious man’s prick against my cheek, moving down to my neck and back up. I moaned as I felt it, and sucked harder on Mike’s dick.
I was moved again, and went down the line, sucking the other three men off, and as I’d leave one, he too would bring his cock to my skin and begin to rub it against me. I was growing dizzy with my desire to feel each of these men’s cocks inside my pussy, and as my head was taken away from the last cock, I looked up and back at the man, whose name I still didn’t know.
“I want to be fucked now! I want to feel every single cock in this room in my pussy. I want to be fucked so hard that I pass out.”
The man laughed and came closer to me, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed my cheeks with one hand and looked sternly at me.
“You are nothing but a no good whore, aren’t you Jess? Already begging to get fucked by every man in this room.”
I smiled but said nothing. He shoved me on the bed, and came up between my legs. He grabbed them, and then looked at his friends.
“Tom, John, hold this bitch down while I fuck her.”
The guys came quickly to the bed, and pinned my arms down with their knees. I let out a small cry filled with desire and just a hint of fear, until the man shoved his long hard cock in my pussy. My lust filled screams filled the room as his cock went hard, deep, and fast into me. Dave and Mike came up to my head, and shoved their cocks in my face. I took Dave’s as Mike rubbed his along my cheek and neck. Tom and John, had grabbed hold of their dicks, and busied themselves by rubbing them across each of my tits. My moans, though, muffled by Mike’s cock, were still loud, but I heard John make his exclamation.
“Goddamn, T! Yeah, fuck this bitch’s cunt, but damn keep it useful for the rest of us.”
I smiled while taking Mike’s cock out of my mouth. I looked at the man that I now knew.
“Yeah, T, fuck my cunt, but do it harder! C’mon use that fucking cock!”
He smiled down at me, and thrust harder, causing me to cry out in pleasure. He looked over at John.
“Don’t worry, she’s a pro. Aren’t you Jess? You’ll make these cocks almost cum the minute they get into this pussy.”
I laughed, and took my mouth from Dave’s cock.
“You got that right. Now fuck me! Harder! I wanna feel that big fat cock tear me in two!”
I went back to sucking Dave’s cock, but my command was not met. Instead of fucking me harder, he pulled out altogether. I looked at him, and pouted.
“Can’t have you all to myself, slut. There’s other cocks here.”
John went next, and though good, he wasn’t as good and I had to use my hips more, making his cock move the way I needed it to. The rest followed, and soon all had had a feel of my hot wet pussy. I really couldn’t think of anything else they could do, until he spoke up again.
“Get up and turn over!”
I did so, getting on my hands and knees. I felt his cock run along my ass, and I moaned.
“Mmmm…you gonna take my ass T? Hmmm? You gonna shove that long fat cock deep inside my tight little hole?”
He didn’t answer right off, he lined his cock to my virgin like hole, and shoved in hard and quick, causing a scream of pain to issue from my throat.
“Yeah, I am.”
I whimpered back at him, my lips pressed tightly together as the hot searing pain passed through my body. I wasn’t unaccustomed to being fucked in the ass, but never without prep first. I took a couple of deep breaths, and let the pain wash away. He hadn’t moved, and once my whimpers died away, he leaned back, taking me with him. He gracefully, pulled me on top of him, his dick never leaving my ass, and I spread my legs around his. I began to move, rocking back and forth, moving my hips in circles, and my moans started again, until he made me stop moving. He motioned for Mike to come on, and he did, positioning himself between mine and T’s legs. He worked his cock into my pussy, and I smiled as I was completely filled. They both began to move, thrusting their cocks deep inside both holes. I looked up at Mike, the smile still on my face.
“Oooo…yeah, fuck me! My God, that feels so fuckin’ good! Both of your cocks in me feels amazing!”
I began to move my hips, bucking back against T’s cock, shoving him deeper into my ass, and then thrusting forward to send Mike’s deeper into my pussy. My moans became louder, and I began to scream.
“Awww…..fuck! I’m going to cum! I’m going to fucking cum all over both of you! Shit, shit, yes, fuck me! Fuck me you stupid bastards! Make me cum!”
As my words died away, and the room filled with my passionate screams the other men came back to me. One shoving their cock into my mouth, then another forcing my head off the cock I was sucking, and to his, until Mike and T decided that two others should fill me with their cocks.
I had no problem fitting the others’ cocks into my ass after he had stretched the skin, and I let myself get caught in the lust and desire I felt. I came so much that my inner thighs were soaked, and I came harder when T came up and straddled my chest. He pushed my body down onto Dave’s. Mike and John were at my head, taking turns shoving their cocks down my throat, and I moaned loudly onto John’s cock as T took my hands and placed them on the side of my tits.
“Squeeze them together bitch!”
I did so, moving my head away from Mike and John’s cocks to see T shove his between my tits. I looked at him and smiled.
“Mmmm….yes, fuck them! Oh God, your cock feels wonderful between my big soft tits!”
He smiled down at me, and then playfully slapped my cheek.
“Pay attention to the others!”
I frowned, but went back to sucking Mike and John’s cock. I didn’t stay there very long, everyone was beginning to tire. I couldn’t get my mouth to work right around their cocks, and I was so wet and stretched out, that no matter how hard they stayed and tried, no one was going to cum from either one. They all broke away from me, and he drug me off the bed, making me collapse in the middle of the floor. They formed their semi-circle around me again, and all began to jack off. I moaned as I watched each one run their hand up and down the shafts of their cocks.
“Oooo…cum for me boys! Cum all over me! C’mon I want to be bathed in all your hot fucking cream!”
I heard moans from a couple of them, and then felt the hot thick liquid hit my skin. I moaned louder as my face, chest, and belly were drowned in cum. Dave, Tom, Mike, and John broke away, leaving only me on the floor and T above me, his hand still stroking his cock.
“Put your lips around my cock, slut. You will drink mine down!”
“Oh yes Sir!”
I moved, placing my mouth around the head of his cock, and sucking hard on it. I moaned when I felt his fist hit my chin with every upstroke.
“You ready whore?”
I nodded my head vigorously.
“Good here it comes.”
I moaned loudly as I tasted the salty cream hit the back of my throat. I swallowed every last drop, and kept sucking until he pushed me away.
“Get up and get dressed. You’ve served your purpose.”
“Yes Sir.”
I gathered my clothing, put them on quickly, and walked out, my clothes sticking to my skin as the cum sat drying on it.
As I drove home I felt satisfied, though, my body ached from the use of the men and the sleepiness I felt, and for once in months my head was clear. The fantasy was not infecting my every thought. I felt good until I walked through the doors of my home, and the guilt came back. I didn’t feel dirty, I didn’t feel wrong, I just felt bad that my husband had not partaken in this event, nor would he ever know what had happened this night. I jumped in the shower and cleaned myself before lying in bed.
A couple of days later Theron e-mailed me again. We never spoke of that night, though, I knew it had been him, and he knew I had figured it out. I did drop little hints, to thank him and in his own way he told me that I was welcome. The events of that night never reoccurred, nor do I think they ever will, unless the mysterious “T” comes back in town.