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Make Me Do It!
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Make Me Do It! With each mile closer to home, Anne felt more like the Vanilla Housewife she was – physically. Each mile closer returned her sexual imagery into memories and future desires. She felt her emotional connection to John returning and wanted to tell him everything. It had started about six months ago when she had run across an entry on Senior Sizzle about Memphis gang-bangs. She had corresponded with Bill, whose webpage it was, at first as a lark, never intending to really take part in anything so slutty, then as they messaged back and forth, becoming intrigued with the idea. She had talked to John about it as her interest grew and was surprised when, after months of wavering, he consented when she finally decided to give it a try. The date had been set and it was decided that she would go to Memphis alone. She had talked with Bill numerous times and John had even had a couple of awkward conversations with him, but they both felt as comfortable as they could that Anne would be safe, within the parameters of a gang-bang anyway. In the week before the big event Anne shopped for her dress and shoes and made John buy her lingerie, which really didn’t amount to much. Her dress was an off-white linen wrap-dress with only one button at the waist. Her shoes were nude strappy sandals with 4 inch heels. John was admiring the outfit when she modeled it for him and said it was pretty and the men would particularly like the shoes, or at least, he would if he were there. Anne asked what he meant and he got kind of flustered and stammered out “Because the ankle straps will hold them on your feet while the- the men – while they – While they’re fucking you!” he finally blurted out. Friday afternoon she went to a spa and had a complete makeover.- fingernails, pedicure, bikini wax, the whole works. She had been there a couple of times before and the girls knew her, and they also knew something was up, but Anne wouldn’t tell them anything except it was going to be a special weekend, and the girls kept giggling about her husband being a lucky man, but the way they said it made Anne believe they knew that he wasn’t going to be the man enjoying their work. Friday night: John was champing at the bit to get at her, but she told him she had to remain “Pure” which seemed like a strange term to use under the circumstances, but he acquiesced and had to satisfy himself Saturday morning with watching her soak in the tub, apply light makeup, then leisurely dress in a little sundress and a different pair of heels for the drive to Memphis. Anne allowed him a brotherly peck on the cheek and a quick kiss just at her panty line before springing the surprise she and Bill had agreed upon for him. The CB3000 male chastity device would keep him from masturbating while she was gone. And, really just to rub it in that he was being cuckolded that weekend, the key would be in another state. John's cock was growing rapidly while she squeezed his balls through the hoop. She jammed his firming member into the clear cage and applied the lock. Yes, he was a cuckold and Anne was a hotwife. Although Bill was a gentleman in public, when the gang-bang began, he and his team delivered Anne's perfect fantasy. He held her hand tightly when they walked, pressed against her aggressively when he took his first kiss, pushed her to the ground when it was time to start sucking cocks, and he showed no hesitation in fingering her pussy. He never asked, but didn't really “force.” It was more like he did what she needed, when she needed it, but never asked. Once in the car, Anne obeyed and put on the collar with the leash. He held her lease as they approached the condo. Outside the door, Bill blindfolded her. She heard him knock, heard the door open, and felt him tug of the leash. She didn't know what was next. “How did this happen?” she thought. They connected on an adult dating site. She was selective and was very leery of the Gang Bang page. Yes, most women desire the lust of a many men, but she was too selective to allow a bunch of fat, needle-dicks waste her time. So, being curious, she read the profile. Wow! These men were damned serious about fantasies, not just fucking. Her simple, “ fascinated, please tell more,” received a 10 paragraph response that touched on her exact desires. She took a month to find her words, her desires. Once she knew and shared, he kindled them, mixed in more, until she was on fire. When she saw messages from him, her nipples came alive and she knew a little how boys have their loins take control. She was blindfolded before entering the home. She was under his protection and control. Was this her gang-bang or his or theirs? When she stepped through the door, she would find out. She had on a dress as directed. She didn't know how many were there – two or twenty. Bill unzipped her dress and let it fall. He removed her bra and her nipples betrayed any hesitation. He patted her pussy and said, “Little Girly, you will get all you can handle. We will please you soon enough. Patience.” This wasn't what she expected. She was now on display. She held her stomach tight, breathed slowly, waited to be attacked. Instead, Bill leaned in and flicked each nipple with his tongue. Then sucked them and made them even harder, like that was possible. Most imagine a gang-bang as being a bunch of men filled with lust and nearly out of control. Not these men. It was about the mind, eroticism, and lust. She heard the men shuffling about her and one hooked under her arms and another grabbed her feet. She was quickly lifted and carried somewhere. She expected to be tossed onto a bed, but instead, she was lowered gently and felt hardness. Anne is very smart, and quickly figured that she was on a dinner table. Her legs were spread, her thong pulled to the side, and she was pulled to the edge so her wet box was.... Her mind went vanilla for a moment when she realized she had never looked at a dinner table the same as a man. His cock was perfectly placed to slam into her g-spot, and slam it did. Before she could enjoy the pleasures, her face was turned to the side and slid to the edge. The bed comforter allowed some comfort, but it allowed the men to move her easily. She opened wide to take another cock, and before settling in to enjoying her double-fuck, two more mouths found nipples. She remembered that she had shared that she wanted hickies on her titties and these two hoovers where making it happen. Bill did exactly what he said he would do - tell the team her desires and make them come true. She wanted to moan, but because she was presently a cock-sucking slut, she just bucked her hips and enjoyed her first orgasm, which came much more quickly than she expected. Her thighs were gripped hard. “That might bruise,” she thought. The more she tried to buck into him, to fuck him, the harder he held her, controlled her, fucked her. Perfect. The more she fucked her first man, the harder mouth-man used her other hole. “Would shorts cover her thighs where he was gripping? Anyone could figure out that her bruises where the shape of fingers,” she thought. “I'll just wear jeans,” came and quickly left when she felt what she craved: the spasms of a man well-fucked. He jerked and rocked and thrust and finally slowed down as his cum stream slowed to a drip. Anne's mouth was about to be rewarded, too. When the man between her legs pulled out, she felt his cum running down to asshole. She felt like a slut, just as she wanted, a feeling that she couldn't get at home. She wanted her cum, their cum, his cum, everyone's cum - on her, in her, down her throat. Her legs were pushed together and she felt her panties being pulled – or ripped – off. It made her wetter. When her panties freed her legs, she spread wide for the next man. Was there a rotation? While her mind spun, the fuckers switched and she had the shrinking cock between her lips, tasting her cum and sucking out the last of the baby seed. He just helped make her world explode and sucked hard to get all of him. It was her way of saying thank-you. The next man's cock went in hard and fast. Anne heard the cum being pushed out. She had used a toy after John came in her, but this was another loaded cock, and she was going to drain him, too. Again, his cock drove into her g-spot. All these and she had never used the dining room table as a sex aide. That was changing. John was going to fuck her on their table very soon. She couldn't wait to be his breakfast, lunch and dinner. She could predict her vanilla housewife life, but she still didn't know how many men were waiting to gang-bang her. The thought that she was living her fantasy, that she was actually being gang-banged, that men were lined up to fuck her made her reach down and work her clit. Anne was so fucking sexy. She used two fingers to spread her lips and show all present her swollen pink clitty. “My God Bill. You said her mind was great, her attitude was 'fuck them all,' her ass was perfect, and her tits delicious, but look at your vanilla housewife showing us her swollen, pink clit. She's strawberry, not vanilla.” He pulled his cock out and put her clit hand on it to use as her dildo. His cock – or was it her cock now – was so hard and thick and she held it tightly against her groin as he rubbed her happy place. He started fucking her pussy lips and clit while she held it in the perfect place. Before she could concentrate and cum again, her mouth was put back in service. She thought it would distract her from her desire to cum again, but it just turn her on more. This was a<b> thick cock. </font></b>It was going to spread her. She mumbled and bucked and damn these men could read her mind. The cock on her clit picked up speed, and she pushed down harder, bucking her hips into her hot dildo, wetting his balls with her wet slit. She heard someone ask, “Does she get fucked at home? She's so eager to cum, like she's forgotten how to do it.” Anne felt her next wave roll through. He pulled his cock out of her hand and she knew he was watching her clam open and shut. She wanted him back in her, but she had a voyeur between her legs. “She's pushing out our cum. Time to give her more.” And with that, she was fucked again. “Holy fuck,” she thought as someone bit her nipple. She had forgotten about them. That bite got her attention. When she went to push him off, her arm was held by the wrist by someone. Then her other wrist was grabbed. She felt a pang of worry. What the hell was she doing? Was this a wise idea? At that instant, the<b> thick cock </font></b>pulled out of her mouth and she heard his voice relaxed, confident, comforting, “ here. your protector. I have your arms. I know you like it rough, carnal, forced.” Anne squeezed her pussy on the cock inside her, held her breath, and moaned loudly. These men were all here to fuck her the way she asked. And they were do a damn great job, too. Bill went for her neck, where he told her liked teasing, sucking hard like a . Her nipple ached, she was getting a hickey, she had cum dripping out of her cunt and was getting fucked by a fresh cock. She's a den mother. The hand that just held that cum-covered second cock cuts birthday cake. The mouth that just sucked a third cock will kiss her....” When Bill's tongue traced from one ear to the other, across her lips, she was in heaven. She was where she belonged. She expected raw fucking, pump and dump, cum on her and take her home, but this was absolutely erotic. She felt the man pounding her pussy grab her legs. She knew. Her second salty seasoning was ready. Her only thought was, “Don't waste it on my belly. Fill my cunt for hubby to taste or let me swallow it.” He filled her! She wanted to grab his balls and push it all out, but Bill still had her wrists. Number two stayed inside her until she felt him giving up the wood. She was prepared for number three, re-positioned a bit to change the pressures on her back, spread her legs wider and...was lifted off the table. Two men put her on the floor and she heard the voice that she trusted and obeyed, “On your knees.” She was ready to suck more cock, but he pulled the leash and brought her face to the carpet. Face down and ass up would now stir memories of a leash controlling her. How many cocks remained? Anne's cum was now running down her clit. Two hands grabbed her hips tightly, and she prepared to take her third stranger cock. Fuck she was wet. It wasn't all man cum; there was a lot of Anne cum flowing from her cunt. She then heard the hum of a vibrator. She expected simple fucking, lots of cum, getting roughed up and treated like a fuck-toy, a hotwife slut for the night, but now the boys were breaking out a girl's best friend. She knew: Bill! Her mind let go. She held her breath when she felt those big balls hit her clit and moaned for more oxygen when that cock pulled out, leaving room inside her. She knew it was her gang-bang architect that controlled her mind and body. He learned her mind, listened to her words, cared for her body, and loved to fuck - just like she did. She knew she would feel guilty, feel like a worthless slut for who knew how long, but right now, she was Bill's slut. She told him to force her into things and he was. No questions. His team used her, yes, but only a man who cares gets out a vibe and holds it on her clit. She was his tonight. She wasn't “a” slut; she was Bill's slut. She released her third orgasm. She tried to collapse, but manly hands held her hips and kept fucking. When hands found both nipples and pulled, when she felt the cat-o-nine tails across her back, when the vibe never left her clit, she had another flash of pleasure. These men didn't just want holes for their cum; they wanted her entire body, her mind, her orgasms. Her back arched, fell, arched, and she came again. She knew to get his cock, she had to finish this one. She banged into him hard, The more she moved the more her nipples were pulled. She heard, “stop wiggling” but didn't care to obey because it wasn't Bill. She banged into him harder. She wanted his cum so she could take the thick one that had been in her mind for so long. She knew that a gang-bang interested her, but how many women have them and get what they want? Cocks are easy to fuck, men everywhere want her body, men always leer but don't have the balls to look her in the eye and mind-fuck her. If they can't control her mind, a dildo would do. Anne needed a mental connection to open her legs and free her inner-slut. When the whip fell across her back, she kept fucking. She was now fucking, not being fucked. Another whip across her back. She had to have HIS cock. A few more slashes and she felt his bruising grip. Yeah, that would bruise. Number three wanted his cum the deepest. He wanted his cum in the front of the egg-hunting pack. He plunged his cock as deep as possible and released his swimmers. Her mind had words coming, going, getting lost, returning, but she hadn't said any. Her body had been speaking for her. She knew he was next. When number three exited stage right, these words found the world: “Force me!” He knew. She knew he knew. He grabbed her leash, helped her up, lead her a few steps and pushed her off her feet. She fell onto a couch. He pulled her hips to the edge, lifted her legs to her chest, and admired her well-fucked, red, swollen pussy. She was...not comfortable, but not quiet uncomfortable, either. She felt her ass was hanging off more than required. She felt men take seats on each side and they became the horn-dogs that women expect. Their hands and mouths went to work. She knew she would have hickies on her tits, on her neck, but right now she wanted the ultimate force, the final submission. The vibrator was placed in her hand and she felt a hand grab her hair and hold her head back. She wasn't allowed to watch the men. Duh, she was blindfolded. Her pussy was draining cum down her ass. This was what she expected: wanted, craved, lustful, and now she was living her imagination. She put the vibe where it did its duty. Her other hand found her wet, dripping cunt. Two fingers weren't enough now to fill her after fucking three men, but they added to her pleasures. Her fingers and vibed clit were great, fucking three strangers made her wet in the moment, but it was time for desert. Bill's cock went up and down her dripping cave. Getting wetter with each stroke. He slowly put his cock inside her, but he pulled out his purple head after getting it wet. Anne felt him move down that extra inch that meant he had her body completely. “Stop.” “You know the safe words,” was what she heard, while she felt the pressure build. “Not in my...” “Say the right words,” and he pushed harder. “I've never....” Still not the right words. She wanted to be forced, and Bill knew how to give her exactly what she craved. While she held her breath, his cock entered her ass. “You are our three-hole gang-bang slut tonight.” The spasms hit like never before. Her body had cum countless times, her mind had her cum with the lightest touch, but she had never been so thoroughly fucked - completely, totally, mentally, physically, every erogenous zone, every sensitive spot, with lust, with vigor, and in her asshole. Bill dripped lube on his cock, real lube. He worked it around her littlest hole, somehow, during all her spasms. He pushed in and out, deeper, slowly, deeper. Her submission is what he wanted and he had it. He wasn't in that deep, just enough that she knew she was getting ass-fucked, that she was his three-hole slut. When he was ready to cum, he pulled off her blindfold, grabbed her hair and made her look at him. He stared in her eyes and tensed. When she wanted a baby, every cum shot could be the one. She wanted every load. That's how much she wanted this one - in her, in her ass, dripping, proving she was his slut. He shook all over, lost control, and came in her ass. He pulled out, pulled her face to his, grabbed her around her neck, just under her jaw, and kissed her very hard. His way of saying thank-you – rough, primal, intense. “Whew! Round one was great. Let's get a drink and get ready for round two.” Anne looked around at the good-looking men, cocks already recovered and growing. She smiled at her Dom, gave him a wink, and their connection was sealed. She would give him all her fantasies. Anne's sharp mind returned to control her vanilla world. She would just get on the table without telling him how she knew how great it felt. If he pressed: Cosmo. He didn't need to know everything. She took strange cock on her knees and on a couch was enough for him. |
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Thank You for enlightening a noob
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1 post 7/14/2019 8:21 am |
You bring fantasy to reality. You make slutty dreams come true!
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