My lover came home today with a gift for my birthday. He is always so thoughtful, so loving. I can't believe I'm with this man. He is handsome, wealthy, and a wonderful lover. Not that I have much to compare him to, except for some teenage fumbling in backseats, he was my first.
When I first saw him nude, I almost panicked. He was huge and I had never had a man inside me. But he caressed and kissed every inch of my body until I was wild with desire. I wanted something, but it wasn't until he nudged my pussy open and started inside me that I discovered what it was.
He seemed pleased when I came as he took my virginity. I was shocked myself that I could find pleasure even as I screamed in pain. Afterward he just smiled and kissed me, saying that I pleased him greatly. As if it had been a test.
I loved him. When he asked me to call him Master, I agreed with a smile. Our lovemaking had always been gentle. The only time he had been stern was when I refused to wear a fur coat he'd brought me. He'd forced me over his lap and spanked my bare bottom until I cried. I still stubbornly refused and he repeated the whole thing, using a hairbrush on my flaming backside. Then the oddest thing happened. He stroked between my legs and I flew apart at his touch. When he laid me down and entered me I came faster and harder than ever before. I was still crying as he held me and comforted me and I told him I would do anything for him. Again he seemed pleased.
I was afraid that the large flat box held another coat made from dead animals. And I'm ashamed to say that a twinge of excitement curled between my legs at the thought of what would happen if I refused again. But the box held a dress. White silk, with a gathered bodice and a very full skirt. "Wear this tonight when I take you out, my love." He stroked my long blond hair. "Nothing else, just the dress and your new high-heeled shoes."
I put it on. It reminded me of the dress Marilyn Monroe wore in the Seven Year Itch. I felt terribly exposed as air hit my naked bottom. Still I looked perfectly groomed.
We left his limo and I cringed when I saw that he was taking me into a porno theatre. Not just any porno theatre either. This place was run down, in an old neighborhood near the college. I saw him give a roll of bills to the aging usher and we were escorted to the last row in back. The movies were already running and one look told me that I'd never seen anything like this before. There were several men down front and I was glad they weren't near us.
On screen a woman was bent over a bench and was being whipped with a belt. Her bottom was red striped and she was screaming. The man whipping her was wearing a leather mask and was naked. He had an immense penis, it hardly looked human. Then he began to…I gasped as he put that monstrosity into her bottom. Now she screamed even louder, as a few of the young men down front made laughing comments. The whole movie was like this, and the second was worse. I was squirming in my seat. Embarrassed, I told myself. Ashamed to be in this awful place. It was a big old barn of a theater, built before energy costs made such high ceilings impractical. I shivered at the cold air and felt my nipples draw up to hard aching points.
As the third movie started he touched me. A gentle hand ran up my quivering thigh until it touched my core. I could smell the musk of my own wetness when the hand withdrew. I could see his smile in the darkness. "Stand up, my dear." I let him direct me until I was standing in front of him, still facing the screen. He pushed me until I bent over the seatback and I felt him raise my skirts. I clutched at the wooden armrests as he began to nuzzle my pussy from behind. I had to bite back a gasp as his tongue pierced my bottom. He'd never done such a thing before and it shocked me silly. It also made me so excited that I felt my throbbing pussy get even wetter.
I knew I had to be still or those men would hear, but it was very hard. When I glanced to the side I saw the usher watching us, pumping his thin erection with a fist. On screen a young woman was cornered by a biker gang. Behind me I heard my lover standup, heard his zipper open. He's going to take me HERE. I couldn't believe it. But I also made no move to leave either. I wanted it so bad.
He used his wide cock tip to nudge me open and then leaned forward, sinking into my gorged and throbbing vagina in one cleaving stroke. It was all I could do not to scream. It felt so perfect. So huge. After a series of powerful thrusts, he withdrew, making me whimper for his return. I lifted my head and on screen the girl was between two men, her feet not touching the floor as they slammed her from both sides. I felt his fingers in my virgin bottom, pulling at me, opening me. I knew what was coming and buried my face in the rough fabric of the seat back. As he started into me it was like I was being split and for a moment I thought to tear myself away, to run out of this place and never look back. Then he stopped and reached around me, cupping my pussy. I relaxed as his finger found my clitoris and he chose that moment to lean forward and bury himself in me. Tears flowed into my hair as I tried to adjust to his invasion. He lifted me until I was standing and turned my face, seeking my mouth, pushing the dress off my shoulders to cup my breasts.
I tried to come to terms with all the sensations. Painful fullness, intense pressure, exquisitely gentle touches on my breast and lips and pussy, and the dark thrill of doing it all in public. I moaned into his mouth as my body spasmed and clutched at him, betraying me by taking him deeper into the tight channel he now filled completely. Kissing my neck he urged me to bend again until I again held the armrests, my face toward the screen. I had to bite on a fold of white silk when he began to plow me in earnest. He would withdraw until only the tip remained then drive deep, until I could feel the rub of pubic hair and the slap of his huge balls as they tapped my swollen labia.
The only sounds I made were whispered moans and gasps and they were swallowed by the movie soundtrack. After one particularly powerful thrust he leaned forward and whispered. "I didn't think you could remain so quiet, my dear. I am very proud of you." I turned to look at him, tossing my hair out of the way. He was grinning in the dark, like a wolf. I resolved to remain silent. "I love you." For the first time he said the words I had never thought to hear.
I was trying to process what he had just said when the theatre fell silent. CRACK! His hand on my bottom sounded like a gunshot in the echoing old theatre. I looked up helplessly as the men in the front row turned. CRACK! His big hand fell with each thrust as the men walked back. I let the fabric fall from my mouth as the spanking and the fucking all seemed to turn my insides into molten lava. I screamed now as I came violently, not caring if they heard me in the street.
"FUCK HER!" The young men chanted as they watched. "FUCK HER!" When I looked up, several had their trousers open and were pumping themselves. I should have been horrified, angry, anything but pleased, which is what I felt. Depraved but pleased.
If my Master was still testing me, I had a feeling that finals were coming up fast. I heard him laugh as I responded to the spanking by pushing back to meet his next thrust. I saw several dozen foil packets flutter to the seats and floor apparently tossed there by my Master. Condoms!
"My fiancée would be happy to serve you but please, cover up for safety's sake." By his tone he might have been inviting them to dinner.
"Fiancée!" I blurted as a rubber covered erection pushed past my lips, and two filled my hands. My last thought before I surrendered to a long shuddering orgasm was that this had to be the weirdest, fucking marriage proposal in history.
Part two
When my master finally filled my bottom with a quantity of molten cum, he leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. "You please me, my love." He lifted the thick blond hair that had fallen over my face and whispered into my ear. "You may stop at anytime. But not on my account. It excites to see you well fucked. Tell me when you are satisfied and we shall leave."
"Tell me what you want to see." I asked after I had lifted my mouth from the rubber covered prick between my lips. "I'll be happy to obey."
"Perfect answer." He stood next to me and helped me to stand. "Would any of you gentlemen have a coat to spare." Two raincoats appeared instantly, and my Master laughed. He walked to the aisle and spread the coats over the coarse carpet. Then he studied the young men who stood expectantly, most with their erect cocks already sheathed. Taking my arm he escorted me to the impromptu bed, my dress slowly slithering over my hips as I walked until it finally fell to the floor. I stepped out of the pool of expensive silk and stood naked in the gloom. The light from the screen gave a blue cast to my white skin and the men gasped appreciatively.
"You," my Master gestured to a blond with a prick that almost rivaled his own. "Lie down on the coats." The boys prick was soon standing ready and I was poised over it, almost touching as I straddled his hips. I was still facing the screen and the men and I watched as my lover chose a burly jock type with an impressively long erection, and walked him behind me. Three others were chosen quickly. I looked over my shoulder and my lover seemed to hesitate. "Take off your belt and stripe her ass. Five, I think."
"Sir?" The boys tone was shocked but excited. "Yes, sir." I heard the belt being unbuckled.
"Double it and hold the buckle in your hand." My Masters voice was calm and almost scholarly. He pressed my shoulder and urged me down onto the blonde's prick, waiting until it was fully seated. Then he said, "Now!" The first blow made me jump and the blond pulled me close to his chest. "Harder." It was all my Master said. The next blow made me cry out and by the fifth I was shrieking.
Before I could catch my breath I felt the jocks big, well greased cock force it's way into my already stretched bottom. When he lifted my hips he was able to enter completely and soon both men were plowing me in a painful but thrilling way. My jaw was forced open and a prick, tasting of rubber slid into my throat. My hands were lifted and curled around two hard cocks, and strong hands circled my thighs and lifted until I was touching nothing but men. Floating on a sea of hard, pulsing thrusting men. Helpless and out of control I surrendered to an endless orgasm that left me almost unaware of my surroundings. My only anchor was my Master, stroking my hair and whispering to me. Telling me how much he loved me. When one of the men shook and rolled away another took his place until I was a quivering mass of orgasmic flesh. When the last man finished he ordered, "Enough!" And with only a little grumbling they stepped back. He lifted me into his arms and held me as my body jerked and shook with the overload of pleasure it had received. When I could stand, he carefully pulled the dress over my head and wrapped me in his warm cashmere topcoat. The expression on his face made me melt. It was pride. So, feeling their eyes burning into me, I stood like a queen, and watched as he thanked the men.
