Disclaimer: The following is a piece of fiction. Fiction (in case you don't know) means it's made up, not real, a bunch of lies. The characters in the story are all fictional too, meaning they don't exist. While non-existent, if they existed and had an age they would be over 18.
Furthermore, since the characters aren't real they can't possibly be harmed by the stuff they do or that happens to them in the story. This would not be true in reality, meaning you should not think you can do the same things safely, legally, or ethically in real life. Just because bullets bounce off Superman (he's fictional) that doesn't mean they're going to bounce off you, got it? If you believe that the things fictional characters do in a pornographic story are a valid guide to behavior in the real world, then you have much bigger psychological problems than a story could ever cause and you should stop reading this and seek medical help immediately.
"Oh, come on, it will be fun!"
Jimmy shook his head. "I'm just not into sharing, babe. That time we did it with Neil I got creeped out every time the two of us accidentally touched each other."
"You don't have to all be on me at once, you can just take turns," Maddie suggested.
"Okay, one, I don't think it would be all that hot waiting and watching while another man screws you, and two, I don't like sloppy seconds."
"You wouldn't have to wait in the same room."
"Babe, you know how loud you get when you're excited. I'd still hear everything."
Maddie nearly growled in frustration. "How about this, I'm someplace out of earshot and the guys come to me one at a time. You won't have to hear or see."
Jimmy glanced at her, saw she was getting worked up about the subject, and changed tack. "I'll think it over, okay? No promises."
"All right," Maddie grumbled.
He reached out and laid a hand on her thigh. "I think you're just horny. How about we take care of that?"
"No thank you," Maddie said, removing his hand. "I'm tired, I think you ought to go."
He shrugged. "If that's what you want, babe. See you around." Jimmy picked up his vape and stood up to leave.
Maddie crossed her arms. "Call me when you have an answer for me."
Jimmy sighed, getting the message not to call unless the answer was yes. "Yeah, I'll do that."
As soon as the door closed Maddie hurled one of the pillows from the sofa at it. "Arrgh! What's so wrong with wanting a little gang-bang with my boyfriend's pals? He ought to be happy I'm adventurous and not some ice queen bitch!"
She grabbed another pillow, but instead of throwing it hugged it against her chest. Jimmy wasn't really her boyfriend, just a friend with benefits. But he'd been a reliable booty call for over a year now. The great thing about him was that he was willing to follow Maddie's lead in most of their sexual encounters, which was something a lot of her past partners always had trouble with. No matter how macho they acted or claimed to be, most men turned out to be scaredy-cats when it came to things like having sex in public and risk getting caught in the act.
Maddie was definitely into the concept of getting caught in the act, just like she was into the concept of getting caught and forced into the act. Not that she wanted to be raped for real. It was just a sex fantasy, but it was her most powerful fantasy. Her arousal at the idea of risk and chancing discovery and being helpless was so strong that she still sometimes had trouble believing that other people weren't just as excited by the idea as she was, despite evidence to the contrary.
She tossed the pillow back on the couch and got up to retrieve the one she'd hurled at the door. So she was a bit kinky, was that really such a bad thing?
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Back when she was a senior in high school Madison and her BFF Lisa had crashed a frat party at a college just across the state line from their home town. Swigging her illicit beer, Maddie had started talking to this really cool older frat boy. He'd taken her upstairs and maneuvered her into a broom closet (apparently all the bedrooms of the house were in use) where they'd started kissing as he felt her up.
Maddie was extra nervous because at some point the door to the closet had been removed and replaced by a thick curtain. This meant that it was possible for her to see the feet of people walking past. And there was absolutely nothing to stop someone from walking in on them.
And someone did walk in on them. He was a frat brother of the guy she was with, and it wasn't an accident. The new boy had started kissing and feeling up Maddie while the first was still doing the same thing.
Sandwiched between two horny older boys Maddie got scared and tried to leave, but the first boy took her wrists and held them behind her back while the newcomer covered her mouth with his, muffling her protests.
Her t-shirt was pushed up by the one in front, exposing her bra. The bra got pushed up as well and the frat boy began licking and sucking Maddie's nipples, while behind her his friend trapped both her wrists in one hand and slid the other one down the back of her jeans and inside her panties, fondling her butt cheeks as his groping fingers searched for her virgin pussy.
Maddie was afraid to make any noise because people kept passing by the closet. If they drew back the curtain and looked they'd see her half-naked and being a slut (she wasn't calling for help, she wasn't even fighting back now) for two boys at the same time. She didn't know the last name of the guy who'd brought her upstairs, while his friend was essentially an anonymous stranger!
The sense of being trapped, of confinement and helplessness, the fear of being seen doing this and exposed, the sensations the male hands on her were producing, and her own desires and lusts and imagination all mixed together to produce an intense thrill like nothing Maddie had ever known. Maddie was desperately trying to suppress her own excited moans when the curtain got pulled back and light flooded into the dark closet.
It was Lisa, who'd panicked when she couldn't find her friend and started searching the house. Lisa grabbed Madison and pulled her out of the closet while screeching curses at the two frat boys. Next Lisa hustled Maddie downstairs while at the same time Maddie tried to restore her disarrayed clothing.
Maddie was too flustered to argue when Lisa insisted they leave right away. She was mostly silent they headed home.
Maddie remained a virgin till later that year. She and Ted, her boyfriend of the time who she was sure was her soul-mate and destined to marry (a month later they'd broken up for good) had done it in the back of his car. The thing that struck Maddie most intensely about her first time was that the whole event from start to finish wasn't nearly as exciting as the short interval she'd spent in the closet at the frat party.
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Initially Maddie dealt with her "special needs" by means of self-bondage, sometimes in semi-public places. This actually started even before she lost her virginity to Ted, but the internet soon taught her that there were plenty of kinky people out there, some of them with far weirder quirks than hers. She didn't have to go it alone.
After that she started asking her sex partners to help her out, but while a lot of guys didn't mind making out in public or tying her up once in a while, it was much harder finding a boyfriend who was into Maddie's exact fantasy of overcome reluctance and fear of exposure.
For a while she'd investigated D/s by dating an older man whose real name was Bob but who liked to be referred to as Master Irone (pronounced like the metal, not as 'irony' which would have at least been clever). Despite the hokey moniker, Master Irone had owned an absolutely amazing number of toys and ties, had a basement dungeon with purpose-built bondage equipment, and was quite good at making Maddie feel helpless and vulnerable. The stocks were a special favorite of hers; not only did they prevent her from offering resistance but Maddie couldn't see what her lover was doing once he was behind her, adding a whole new level of fear and excitement to their play.
But while Maddie enjoyed the Dominance part of the equation, she wasn't all that thrilled with the submission aspect. She found it exciting to be made unable to resist and then fucked. She did not think it was fun being put on a leash and led around the basement carrying a riding crop in her mouth, or having to address Bob as "Sir" all the time. Or any of the time, for that matter.
The other problem was that despite his pretensions of fearless superior masculinity when in his basement, Master Irone was just as chickenshit about public sex and getting caught as most males seemed to be. After she'd badgered him about this enough he'd invited her to a small D/s convention, which at first seemed to be exactly Maddie's kind of thing. Lots of people walking around wearing revealing clothes and openly performing erotic acts? Bring it on!
Then they got there, and aside from a minority of the women who wanted to behave like Master Irone (either towards males or other females) most of the girls there were doing the stupid submissive 'Yes Master please punish your compliant pet' thing which wasn't Maddie's cup of tea. Then Bob decided that Maddie ought to be "shown her place" as a sub, which led to a public set-to ending in Maddie giving him the finger and walking out. The incident very likely didn't help Master Irone's reputation among his peers, and it definitely ended his and Maddie's relationship.
Eventually Maddie hooked up with Jimmy. Jimmy was pretty laid back about most things in life, including Maddie's adventurous sex habits. This was probably at least in part due to the fact that Jimmy was a major pot-head with zero life ambition beyond ensuring he had a steady supply of weed, but Maddie wasn't willing to complain too much about that considering the things he'd done at her request.