Would You Be Interested...?
For V.Y.
Disclaimer: This is a very graphic fantasy that involves unprotected group sex. If you're not into this, don't read it. If you are, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
After over a year of very hot discreet phone sex with Chen, taken in stolen moments; and the real experience of a wonderful threesome encounter, described elsewhere, I finally asked him the question, "So how do you want to make this happen? We keep talking about it, damn it, and we keep saying, 'maybe some day'... let's just try it. What do you think?"
There's nothing discreet about the fantasy. Chen wants to watch me be the center of a filthy gang-bang. And you know, the more he talks about it, the hotter I get thinking about it. I watch videos on-line, thinking, "Is that what I'll look like when a group of men are waiting to take my little snatch?" I imagine lying back with my legs spread wide open, my pussy lips swollen and red from the attention, begging for more. I imagine the sight of men of all sizes and shapes, including the part of particular interest for a fantasy like this, stroking themselves and lusting after me. Me!
I imagine how horny I can get now, and what happens in bed when I totally let go of all of inhibitions. This is what I find so appealing about the fantasy- sex stripped of all emotional entanglement and pretensions, and boiled down to essential, carnal, animal lust. My lust, theirs, and most of all, Chen's. I have a tremendous sexual appetite. This might actually be fun to try, once.
So how indeed will we do this? After thinking about it, I tell him he has to be in control. This is important for me. In order for this to work, I need to feel completely dominated. Normally, I'm such a forceful person that I intimidate others who would approach me. Which is interesting when you consider I am five feet tall.
There's another reason for us to do it this way. For this to be Chen's fantasy, he needs to feel like he owns me; that I am his little whore he is offering to others while he tells me to fuck them. Oh God I am so hot thinking about his voice telling me, "You're my fucking little slut, aren't you? Just my filthy dirty whore. You'll take as many men as I tell you to, won't you?" As he says this, I imagine the feeling of hot cum on and in all different parts of my body and my temperature rises several degrees. I picture how much he'll enjoy it and I start creaming my pants. I can't help it. I want to be completely wanton for him.
He needs that control, because, as I pointed out, I am very domineering. Not that we're typically into BSDM. I'm the first to admit how boring I am in that regard. However, I do get off from being tied up and teased, and I love being blindfolded. Some spanking is great. Other than that, when I watch most bondage, I want to laugh. There's no fucking way I can keep a straight face. The power is too overt; I'm much more subtle than that. My power is in knowing that I have incredible control inside my pussy once it's entered, pleasuring every man instantly who is permitted to probe there.
Chen and I had a great time once making out on the balcony of a seedy motel, late at night, while I flashed my boobs and played with my nipples for the Indian man across the way. My actions and Chen's hand in my pussy left nothing to the imagination. We were trying to entice him to join us in a threesome, but he didn't take the bait. Still he enjoyed the show, and Chen and I had great sex afterwards while we imagined he did come in, and cum in, as it were. Reminiscing about this gives me an idea. I run it by Chen, and he agrees to try it. It just might work.
On my next business trip to Washington, I head down the weekend before to do some shopping, visit some friends, and fulfill a carefully constructed fantasy. I rent a room in a business suite for my work, and Chen meets me in town and rents a room at a seedy motel where nobody watches the entrances.
I put my blond streaked hair up in a sophisticated bob, and apply much heavier makeup than usual, with bright red lipstick. I dress in a classy but very sexy black skirt, slit up to my waist, and put thigh highs on underneath. Crotchless red panties and a shelf bra carefully frame my best assets. A draping V-cut black top and black stiletto heels complete the visible portion of the outfit. I am a jewelry maker, and I have developed a style of non-piercing nipple rings that really stay on and look fantastic. I'm wearing my favorite pair, with a dangle of diamond-like CZ hanging 3 inches off the tips of my rose-colored nipples. My 36C breasts are pushing out of the cups of the demi-bra, and you can see my engorged nipples outlined, when we go out for the evening. It is 7:00.
Chen is dressed neatly, in a pair of tan slacks and a black shirt that shows off his wide, strong chest. He looks great tonight. We meet at the motel, and he wastes no time giving me a wet sloppy kiss, feeling me up, and telling me how badly he wants to fuck me again. This is a propitious start, but I remind him of our plans, and tell him to wait. The motel is within walking distance of a few bars, and an adult bookstore. We take a stroll around the block, and go in to the bookstore, where I start perusing the vibrators and dildos. I'm looking to replace my favorite one anyway, as I've worn out the motor.
A man wanders our way, and does a double take at my exposed cleavage. I look at him, lick my lips, and lean into Chen as he tugs aside the material of my shirt, exposes my nipple and the chain, and rolls it between his fingers. The man's eyes widen, and Chen runs his other hand from my knee to waist up the slit in my skirt, reaches around, and deliberately touches my bare pussy through the slit in the panties. I stare the stranger in the eyes through the show.
The man swallows, wipes his forehead, and turns away. We do this several more times, with other men, and then I wander up to the counter to make my purchase. It excites me knowing that every man in the room is at this point imagining how I'll use it. While I am thus occupied, Chen hands out prepared papers to our "audience", that say, simply, "Motel_____, Room 126, 11:00PM". I finish at the sales counter, and, wordlessly, we leave.
Although I'm not a drinker, we walk to the closest bar. Chen orders a drink, and I order an iced tea. We sit down at a corner table to split an order of nachos. I sit next to him, We talk about the bookstore; speculate on whether or not any of the men actually show up. In hushed tones, Chen describes what he's going to do to me tonight, and what he wants to see done to my hot body. As he does, his fingers caress the folds of my pussy under the table, and my wetness grows more insistent. He works in a finger, then two. I'm really only catching every other word, "fuck... spread apart... cum... face and tits... huge cock..." I spread my legs to better expose the action for all who might be interested.
I'm watching men at the bar watch Chen fingering my open crotch. I take an ice cube from my drink, and run it down the slope of my breasts. I can start to smell my excitement as the scent of my wetness wafts up towards us. Chen says, "Oh, man, I can smell how wet your hot little cunt is getting" The tension is wonderful. I have every man in the bar looking at me.
I get up to use the ladies' room. One man, a nice looking businessman type with ripped abs, follows me. He's obviously been watching us. He pushes me against the wall, his crotch pressed against my stomach, and I can feel his big hard-on through his pants. He looks around the corner, sees no-one looking, and reaches under my skirt to boldly feel my pussy. I bend my legs a little to give him better access. I look him in the eye with a smoldering gaze. He looks back with equal lust.
"God, you are so wet, I'd take you right here, you gorgeous little slut", he whispers to me. My slit drips on his hand. I imagine his cock inside me, spurting cum, filling me. I writhe and work his finger in so he can feel how hot my tunnel is. I fuck myself gently on his hand.
"Talk to my boyfriend", I whisper back, extract him, and slip away into the bathroom. Once inside, I close myself into a stall and work two fingers into my pussy. I am incredibly turned on, and enjoying the men enjoying my slutty actions. I wipe juice from my nether lips behind my ears and into my breasts, and then completely soak my fingers with it.
I look at myself in the mirror and don't recognize the woman looking back. It won't be hard for me to be other men's fantasy woman tonight, that's for sure. I wonder how many men I am going to pleasure tonight. I run my hands over my whole body, feeling every response.
I go back to Chen, who has once again passed around a series of papers. It is now 9:30, and we decide we've stirred up enough trouble. I slip my fingers into his mouth, and he growls that he has to eat me, now, and if we don't go back to the hotel, we'll get arrested, because he's going to do it on the table in front of us. We turn to leave, and hear at least two, "See you later's!" shouted to us.
Chen shakes his head as we walk back to the motel. "I can't believe you", he says, and laughs. "Then again, maybe I can, after all. After all, I have known you for ten years"
As we walk towards the motel, he surprises me by saying , "I love you, you know that?"
"Yes, I do"
He tells me seriously that I don't have to do anything I don't want to. I pull him into a shadowed spot and push his hand into my crotch. His fingers dive straight up into my flowing juices. "Do you feel how much I don't want to make this fantasy come true?" I ask him. I am tempted to suck his cock right there too but I resist.
He laughs and says that he guesses I have a point. I am honestly glad he wanted the reassurance that I was ok with what he is about to do to me. He always wants me to know I am safe with him, even when he is pushing the edge of darkness in our fantasies. He puts his arm around me and holds me close, letting us into Room #126.
Chen is a meticulous planner, and he has thought this out. He selected a room with two double beds, for better access to me while I'm spread out on one. The moment we are inside the room, the fantasy begins,. He shoves me roughly up against the wall, and gets on his knees in front of me. Holding me at the waist, he buries his face into my crotch, inhaling the spiky musk of my arousal.