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I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe. Small table, small menu, small cups. Had a nice mocha and biscotti vibe going and it was looking to be a good morning all the way around. Someone sat at the table with me, as people sometimes do at crowded sidewalk cafes. She was stunning, really. Tho it's not polite to stare, and I made every effort not to, I nevertheless took every opportunity to look at her as she sipped her coffee.

She knew I was looking. Our eyes met, and she smiled a tease at me while I turned red, embarrassed at being caught looking. She laughed at me, then, and dropped her hand onto mine. "Don't be shy," she said, "I don't bite.... much" and then laughed a low growl.

I stammered apologies, which she brushed aside and gripped my hand in hers and asked, "Is the weather too much for you, dear? Why don't we move to my flat, right around the corner..?"

I looked at her for real, now. She was thick but compact, more meaty than fat, with nice breasts that sloped down from her collarbones like the rolling foothills of a mountain range, soft and gentle and pale. Standing, I could see her hips were generous and her stomach was flat, confirming that she was not overweight, just thick bodied as some folk are.

Her legs looked long, probably because of the thigh high boots she wore. Shiny and black and with a little chain across the instep, they spoke of certainty and directness of thought. Her clothes flattered her figure, tight around the waist yet full and open at the neck, leaving lots of cleavage bare to the world. Confidence dripped from her.

She looked at me once with an expectant look on her face, then turned to walk away. I stumbled to my feet and went after her as surely as if she had attached a leash to my throat and told me to heel.

As good as her word, she had rooms a block away from the cafe. Up two flights of stairs, it sat above the street with tall, open windows and gossamer drapes. Her clothes were scattered about the place, with piles of jeans here, T-shirts there and underwear flung about like confetti. I took it all in, but it only registered as background. My attention was entirely taken by the stunning creature in front of me. She had dropped her coat, revealing only a long blouse underneath, low cut at the neck, tight around the midriff, long flowing sleeves and a belt at the waist. Her thick legs, muscles moving like snakes under the skin, were revealed, uncovered and flexing as she stepped one foot after the next.

I was transfixed. The setting, the clutter, the bed behind her all spoke of the delights of the flesh, and I was stuck there waiting for something to happen, someone to lead me away telling me I shouldn't be there... But that didn't happen. What did happen was like a dream. Her hands pulled my clothes from me, stripped me of my armor and left me standing in her room naked and humiliated, as she stood in front of me, taunting me.

She came to me, then, and stroked my face with her hand. Softly, gently, lovingly, her hands were warm and soft and seemed to insist that everything would be fine if I just let them guide me. I was intoxicated with her scent. I dropped to my knees and gazed up at her in frank adoration. She bent down and pressed her lips to mine, gently at first, then more forcefully, more urgently. I felt her hand around my throat as she straightened up and lifted her blouse and pressed her groin against my face. She pushed into me, grinding against me, until I felt something hard start pressing against my lips. I instinctively opened my mouth and she slid a dick into my mouth until it met the back of my throat. I gagged, then, just a bit. I was dumbfounded. First she was a beautiful girl, now, suddenly, I had a dick in my mouth.

I was full. Full of the cock being thrust into me at each end. My mouth was filled with the iron hard dick of one man who thrust into me like a man making love to his wife. He urged me to take his dick further down my throat, backing off when I gagged a bit, then pushing forward when I relaxed again. He was so hard, but the head was velvety soft, too. I felt it at my lips, teasing me with it's pre-cum, then it plunged into my mouth again in little, short, thrusts that had me gasping.

My legs were spread wide and my hips were raised on a bolster of some kind, giving full access to my asshole to the stud that was currently using me. He thrust in and withdrew repeatedly, rhythmically, relentlessly, hitting the spot over and over again. I couldn't stop trying to push up against him, even as I was held down and fed cock at the same time.

Suddenly, the dick in my mouth began to pulse. He became very still, and trembled as his cum began to wash out into my mouth and down my waiting throat. I swallowed every drop, licking his dick as he slid away from me.

Moments later, I felt hands grasp my head and hold me still while another dick entered my mouth. He held me steadily and firmly while working his cock around in my mouth. I had spit running down the side of my face as he pulled his dick from my mouth and slapped me with it. I gasped for air before he plunged back down my throat, moaning as he ground his dick into me.

Meanwhile, someone was releasing me from my restraints, and now I'm being turned over and now, with my hands free, I could cradle the nuts of the guy fucking my mouth. Pull on them a bit, even suck them into my mouth while jacking his dick. He trembled slightly, telling me what a good fuck my mouth was, and how he was going to reward me with his hot spunk.

My ass was being smacked again and again, getting to be blazing hot from the slaps. The dick in my ass had become an urgent drill, slamming into me again and again, making it hard to maintain my lip-lock on that dick. I was moaning in pleasure as the man behind me suddenly tensed and shoved deep into me. I could feel his balls unload into my waiting asshole, the hot cum filling my ass to the limit.

He slid away from me, only to be replaced by someone else, slapping me and caressing me and working his fingers in my hole. The dick in my mouth began to shove urgently into my mouth and the second load of the night poured into my waiting mouth. Once again, I swallowed everything that shot into my mouth, and whatever was left on his dick was licked off immediately. He stumbled away, leaving me briefly alone on the bed.

I wouldn't get much of a break, tho, as I felt another set of hands on my hips, another blunt object being thrust into my ragged hole. I felt him ram into me like he was on a mission. He grabbed the collar that was around my neck and pulled me back against him as he urgently fucked me. He growled in my ear about what a lovely hole I had, and how he was going to tear it up and leave me broken. Before I could even think of a response other than moaning, another man took my head in his hands and kissed me. Hard.

His tongue searched my mouth, filling me with the taste of him. I felt an electric shock straight thru my body from my mouth to my dick, which was aching for release. A slow drizzle of pre-cum dripped from the end of the cage, with little gushes from time to time caused by the dick shoving into me. Then his cock entered my mouth. Large headed, thick bodied, he slowly let me feel it with my tongue and lips as he entered my mouth. He fucked me then, fucked me with such skill that I never gagged, never gasped for air, but always seemed to have his dick all the way down my throat.

God! I wanted to cum. I wanted something to happen with my own dick to satisfy the lust, but there was nothing. No stimulation to my dick at all, and the only way to express my burning desire was to suck more, swallow more, and take more in my ass. And I did. Dick after dick, mouth and ass, sometimes shoving into my mouth just as they came, some taking longer, letting me savor the flavor of their meat.

Finally, my ass was truly filled. Some guy brought the biggest tool I'd ever felt to the party. He pushed in, and it actually stretched my hole, the hole that had been so abused all night. So thick that it felt like a tree limb. And it pounded me mercilessly, tirelessly, filing me completely until finally, I could feel my orgasm building in the depths of my being. The dick in my mouth couldn't muffle the whimpers and moans and near screams that erupted from me as I finally let go, and the cum spurted out from the cage on my dick and I collapsed, wasted from the hours of being used.

I didn't have time to worry about the clamps on my nipples, or the sharp ache they provided. Someone was manipulating my balls, tugging them and massaging them. Tickling me from the balls to the asshole, with those light, feathery touches that had begun to drive me a little bit wild.

My lust was rising, and I longed for the ability to satisfy it in some way, but I couldn't. I was bound, and blindfolded and caged and gagged... More touching. Then something soft and wet... it was a tongue! And the way it slid around my clamped nipples and kissed it's way down my belly to the edge of the cage made me shudder and whimper and writhe against my restraints. I moaned as hands grasped my ass and pulled it open. I worked to push my ass upward against the fingers that were pressing against my asshole. And all the while, it was just a little here, a little there, a touch, a whisper, a fleeting trail of a feather across my skin.

Something began probing me. Pushing very gently against my asshole, just a little at first. I gasped in surprise as the smooth, hard object slid slowly into me. Just a hair, just enough to get my attention, just enough to distract me from the urgency in my crotch. I wanted something, anything, to satisfy the itch that had begun, the itch for something to expend my sexual energy on. I wanted something to touch my dick, and to answer it's demand for attention but there was none. My cock was caged in a hard plastic cage that kept it safe from stimulation.

My lust was at a fever pitch. Every touch made my dick twitch. Every whisper of a kiss made me writhe. So when the ball was taken from my mouth and a dick replaced it, thrusting deep into my throat, I moaned a welcome and happily wrapped my lips around it.

At the same moment, something much larger than before thrust it's way into me at the other end, and suddenly I was full like never before.

I must have had too much to drink without realizing it, because I woke up to find I couldn't move. Not because of any physical malady, but because my wrists and ankles had been bound to the corners of the bed. They weren't too tight, at least; I could move my arms and legs around a fair amount, but I couldn't bring my hands together or below the level of my shoulders. I could bend my legs quite a bit, and I could bring my knees to my chest. But there was a spreader bar between my ankles preventing me from closing my legs.

Whoever had done this to me was thoughtful enough to put a large pillow under my hips, lifting my pelvis well above the surface of the bed to which I was tied.

I'd like to say that I calmly assessed my situation, but that would be less than truthful. Truth is, I was scared. I was naked, tied and blindfolded and I couldn't do anything about it.

I felt a touch on my thigh. Just enough to make me wonder if I had really felt it at all. Then another, lightly, softly, tentatively brushing across my stomach and down the side of my leg. I jerked at the touch, pulling away as much as I could and the touch... stopped. It vanished. I wanted to know who it was and why, but there was a ball gag in my mouth that prevented any questions or demands.

There it was again, that touch! Inside of my thigh, tracing down to my ankle and across my foot. Teaching me that I'm still ticklish in the right circumstances. I wanted to pull away, but there was a quality to the touch that I was beginning to want to feel again. So I tried to relax, even when the touch landed on my nipples, teasing them and tracing little circles around them, then trailing down to my belly button and down, further...

My god, there was something on my dick. Something hard, that I hadn't noticed because it was the same temperature as my body. It didn't hurt, didn't pull anything, but now that I was aware it was impossible to miss.

My dick began to swell, or try to. The cage restricted it's growth, but the pressure of the swelling in my dick was flooding my loins with desire, and I let out a stifled moan. I couldn't escape the touch, it was across my chest, up my neck and down my inner thigh, never too fast or slow, but always there, teasing and testing.

Then the kisses started. Little kisses, brief touches of the lips, really, the kind you give a child that's already asleep. They crossed my cheek and wandered down my throat, over past my ears and down, disappearing as they went, only to reappear below my belly button and leapfrog to my inner thighs. The kisses were worse than the touch had been; they were warm and moist, leaving little cool spots on my skin where the moisture evaporated away.

I felt my legs being lifted and pulled back. It seems that there was a pully system in use to hold me in whatever position my captor wanted me to be in. I felt hands on my chest, massaging first, then pulling at my nipples, tugging them tight and finnally clamping them with what felt like clothes pins, causing a small, electric pain that fed straight to my confined dick.

I was sleeping, it seemed. I must have been. For years I was blind to myself. I could look at others, my friends, even strangers and diagnose their problems and present solutions to issues they were utterly unaware of until I pointed them out.

But it didn't work on me. I couldn't look in the mirror objectively and see what was going on in my own head, nor could I see the solution. At that point, I didn't even realize there was a problem.

See, I lived with my wife. We were happy enough, but there was an underlying aversion to sex. Not on her part; she was all about jumping in the sack, on the kitchen table, bent over the couch... she was ready. It was me. Something was off about me.

One night, I visited some friends and the topic of sex came up. Every one of my friends had a story to tell about sex; either the hot babe, the exotic location or the interesting kinks that turned up in the oddest places. They talked about sultry brunettes and ravishing blondes and there was the obligatory wild redhead story that caused us all to laugh like mad.

But I didn't have any stories. My wife was the sole partner in my sexual history, and, as enthusiastic as she was, it just didn't feel right. Oh, I laughed at the funny stories, but I couldn't come up with anything when it was my turn to share.

And I got to thinking.

I had seen an adult theatre down town. You know the kind, parking lot fenced off to provide some anonymity, neon in the window and a swinging door that never quite shut all the way. Yeah, I went there. Walking in was an eye opening experience. Sex toys the like of which I had never imagined. Rubber dicks the size of an elephant's trunk, and dildos that looked like a horse's penis.

But it was in the back that things got interesting.

It was dark, dank, and had an odd, salty kind of smell. The low sound of heavy breathing and moaning could be heard from the little cubicles that were lined up and curtained off. Most were empty, a couple were occupied. There were men standing around in the darkened hallway carefully not looking at each other until one went into a booth and another would enter the booth next door. Sometimes, the moaning sound wasn't from the movies.

I stepped into a booth and felt someone push in behind me. I started to turn, but he held me there, and began massaging my ass with one hand as he reached around to grab my dick with the other. I was startled and started to protest, but he shushed me gently and stroked my hardening dick until I relaxed some and accepted what he was doing.

He sat me down and suddenly his massive dick was staring me in the face. I didn't know what to do, I'd never been confronted like that, never had a guy give any indication of sexual interest at all.

"Suck it!" he demanded, and pushed his cock against my lips. I looked up into his eyes and slowly opened my mouth. He shoved his way into my mouth and began moaning as he slid into and back out of my mouth. My head was spinning, and my brain was terribly confused. I was developing a raging hard on and couldn't understand why, when I had such a hard time getting hard for my wife.

Gradually, that concern faded as my lust began to take over. My dick was harder than it had ever been in my life, and my mouth was full of some strangers hard dick, and I think I felt something tugging on my pants....

I took my time. Didn't want to rush anything; wanted to savor every moment. I worked my way up her leg, kissing and licking and caressing. I massaged her calves and feet, and paid particular attention to the inside of her thighs. I didn't go any higher than an inch or so above her knees; she had on a skirt, and I wasn't ready to go under it just yet. I rubbed up her calves and caressed her thigh as I gradually breathed light kisses onto her bare skin.

Her hand found my head, finally, and pulled me up toward her. I pushed her skirt aside as my face was brought into the waiting monster hiding under it. It was magnificent; fat, with a perfect upward curve and bulbous purple head that looked like it was ready to burst. I eyed it with lust, having known what I'd find from the outset, just not how wonderful it would look. I kept my attention on her thighs, beginning to massage the back of her legs while trailing my lips and tongue across the silky soft skin of her inner thighs.

My hand found her balls, and I began tugging them, massaging them, pulling at them, all the while working my way across her inner thigh with kisses and licks.

Finally, I took the head of her dick into my mouth. Hungrily I sucked at it, eagerly working my mouth up and down her cock, feeling her pulse in my tongue as I sucked. She began to grind toward me as she pulled me onto her dick. I gagged slightly as I felt her cock slip past the back of my throat, and her pubes were shoved into my nose. Pulling back, I slurped loudly until I had just the head in my mouth and my hand wrapped around the shaft pumping it while I licked and sucked the head.

I took it in my hand and beat myself across the face with her dick, then shoved it back down my throat to suck some more. I looked up and saw her watching me, her lips parted as she panted in time to the strokes on her dick.

I was walking the other day. Just wandering down a path that I'd taken a few times before, looking at the plants and rocks and lizards and such that were along the trail. The flowers bloomed and the bees buzzed and it was a warm and lazy kind of day, with the sun shining and the scent of the flowers lingering in the air.

I came across a bench, you see. A place to sit and enjoy the quiet of the park. A place to sit and watch other people, or the squirrels, birds, children, dogs, frisbees... you get the idea. There was another person there already, sitting and watching the children a little bit away from the bench where we two sat.

I looked at the other person frankly and openly, and was taken by the person's physical beauty. I was truly taken by the persons appearance; strawberry blond hair, intensely blue eyes, and freckles to die for. It wasn't clear what gender the person was, but it didn't matter because they were stunningly attractive. I would've bent over there and then for that person, and I think they knew it as soon as their eyes locked with mine.

They laughed, softly, to themself. Gazing back at me with the confidence of one who is accustomed to being catered to, and looked me up and down. Now, I'm not anything special by any means, but the look in the person's eye after surveying me was one of interest. They looked at me and slowly opened their mouth and licked their lips while their eyes were locked with mine. I nearly had a heart attack, while at the same time my dick had become completely hard and all I could think about was what might or might not be in that person's pants.

Their mouth opened, and in a sultry voice, they asked me how I was doing? I replied as I always do, "fine so far," I said. The person indicated the seat next to them as an invitation. One which I accepted and sat next to them on the bench. I couldn't make out whether my new acquaintance was male or female, and I didn't care. I just wanted to be allowed to look at them. They were that attractive.

I offered my name, and they replied with the name, "Sarah". So now I knew it was a her! I was vaguely disappointed, as I had hoped that it was a guy, with the benefits of a guy's hardware. That is to say, male plumbing. I'll admit to being disappointed, but I was also fascinated because of how beautiful this person was. It didn't seem to matter that it was a girl, it was beautiful! Or, "she" was beautiful.

She asked me if I liked to walk, and I allowed as I did, and she directed my attention to a little used path that I had never followed before. "Have you walked this way?" she asked, and moved to walk down the trail. "No," I replied, "but I'm happy to try it now.", and set off to follow her down the trail.

We walked for a bit in silence, until her hand reached out and took mine and held it as we walked. I asked where she was from and she told me and we talked about how her home was different, yet similar, to my own.

She paused at a broken down house that sat well away from the trail we walked. It looked like it had stood for a hundred years in that spot, alone and abandoned in the woods, just waiting for someone to find their way thru the front door.

And that's where we went; straight thru the front edoor.

She took my hand and placed it on her hip and then reached over and kissed me hard on the mouth. Not the kiss of a beautiful girl, not a tentative, can I have permission type of kiss. No, this was a dominant kiss, one that laid claim to my soul even as it took my breath away.

Her hands ripped my shirt from my body as she pushed me onto the floor. I was trying to shift, to take some measure of control but she was too skilled at her craft and knew exactly how to lay me out on the floor with minimal effort. She sat on my chest and laughed at me. She said, "I bet you didn't expect that!" And she was right! I didn't expect that. But what I expected even less was when she lifted her shirt and took off her bra and pulled my head up and onto her breast.

Again she laughed at my discomfort. "Don't you like girls?" she asked. I sputtered and kind of laughed and told her that I really couldn't express my admiration for her in any adequate way, but that I really was more interested in guys.

She laughed again, and this time, she lifted her skirt and sat forward on my chest, peeling away her panties as she did so. And there, lo and behold, was the finest looking cock I'd ever laid eyes on. It was bold and big and nearly gleamed with potential sex as it stood, rock hard, and taking hold of my attention like the sun hitting your eyes first thing in the morning.

"Maybe you can practice on this... until a real guy comes along..." She said.