Slightest Intentions Ch. 03
Date: 12.03.2008
Keywords: Intentions, Ch., Slightest, 03,
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My silky panties were being rubbed by his probing fingers. He rubbed my ass, wedging them between my buttcheeks, while kissing me desirously. His erect cock pushed through the fabric of his trousers and into the bone of my hip. I pushed back against his fingers and began rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling the long hard extents as it seemed to burn through his pants. I worked my hand to his belt and undid it, as I proceeded to unzip his pants. I worked my hand into his boxers and pulled out his veiny cock. His musky scent seemed to instantly waft into the air around us. I got down on my knees and engulfed his member with my mouth as he loud out a loud, satisfying groan. It was almost too easy...
I had reached a point where enough was enough. Two months ago I had crossed a line that I thought I never would by cheating on my boyfriend. It was not only an act of infidelity; it was also an act of pure lust, as I let two men fuck me at the same time, filling me with cum, as I urged them on; their names were Jay and Fred. In an effort to set things right I went to one of the guys' houses and found myself being gangbanged by four guys—Jay, Fred, Mike and Sam--as I begged for them to fuck me, cum on me, cum inside me, use me as they saw fit, while they taped the entire escapade for their own amusement. And in this latter encounter have I been pushed to the limit.
Almost predictably, I received a copy of the tape in the mail one week after the incident, with a letter containing a simple message: "We'll be in touch." Soon thereafter I was to have a meeting with one of the guys, Mike, at a downtown restaurant. He outlined the situation and clearly laid out the intentions of the group.
"It's quite simple" he said, "we have urges, and you fulfill them." He looked at me as he sipped his coffee, gauging my reaction.
"And if I choose not to?"
"You didn't seem so apprehensive a week ago."
My face burned in understanding—he was right; I had literally begged him to cum inside my pussy telling him I wanted to have his baby, for Christ's sake. But that was in the throes of excited, unbridled, passion and even depravity. We were all party to it, but apparently my role came with strings attached.
He continued, "But, if you don't..umm...cooperate, the uhh...'evidence,' will find its way into your boyfriends hands, onto the internet, to your workplace—wherever we can think of."
His colloquial use of 'the evidence' would have been laughable if it wasn't so pernicious. I stared at him blankly. It was not an unexpected proposal, as I had figured their intentions as soon as I received the tape in the mail. But part of me had hoped it was only a joke in poor taste. What was worse is that I knew that my careless and promiscuous behaviour had levied this upon myself; what did I think they would do with that tape? Burn it?
"What if I give you money?" I proposed, now visibly perturbed, I'm sure. I was incredulous at his response:
"But that would be extortion?"
"What do you think THIS is!!?" I exhorted, in a sharp whisper.
"Certainly not!" he barked, as if I were the one insulting him.
I fell silent sensing that reason was futile—brains and braun are, in some people, mutually exclusive.
"So how is this all to be done?" I asked, looking askance.
"Well, we can discuss that in transit" he replied and stood up waiting for me to follow.
While driving in the car he outlined the situation:
"Essentially, you'll be on a sort of 'call'. There are four of us, so I'm sure conflict will arise from time to time. Being overly conspicuous to your boyfriend would do us no good either so all of this may come into play..."
He talked at length at how I was to essentially be at the beck and call of these four guys' libidos. It was all very well articulated and very well thought out. Very premeditated. Yet I was resigned to it for the time being. My behaviour in the past weeks was nothing if not near unbelievable and the semblance of guilt that I felt made me feel as though I deserved such an eventuality. As if to ratify the 'agreement,' Mike pulled the car over into a parking lot and undid his pants, freeing an engorged cock. I looked at him briefly, pulled my hair back, and swallowed it, tasting its saltiness. He moaned approvingly as I licked and sucked its tip, as his hand reached out to rub my jean covered ass. It wasn't long before his member began to throb in my mouth, and his left hand pushed the back of my head so that he fucked my mouth according to his desired pace. Shortly thereafter he let out a loud moan and jets of hot cum filled my mouth, as I swallowed his seed. After we were finished he started the car and brought me back to the restaurant where we met. We exchanged no words until I stepped out of the car when Mike said, cryptically, "We'll be in touch."
For the weeks that followed they were indeed "in touch." Jay and Fred were the first to take advantage of the 'arrangement.' I stipulated that we meet a motel of my choice and would only check in together: I devised this as a deterrent to more incriminating tapes being produced.
When we entered our room all pleasantries were put aside. When they called they instructed me to wear a tight top and short skirt with a thong underneath, and I complied. Fred's hand immediately reached beneath my skirt as if to test this. I looked back at him and his smiled and nodded in approval. Jay shut the door and almost immediately began undressing. Fred followed suit, and in moments both were stripped down to their boxer-briefs. Their excitement was not well concealed as the outline of Freds erect cock pushed the front of his shorts upward, while Jays semi-erect—and growing—member poked the front of his shorts like the nose of a plane.
The moment was absurd. There I was being coerced into having sex with these men. A prospect that was morally reprehensible, yet there I was ironically trying to save the only relationship that meant something to me in my life by betraying the very threads that were supposed to hold it together. I was disgusted with myself as I was at the four guys who were blackmailing me. We were a fitting group: four jerks and a slut. And the only thing I could think of to cope with this realization—at least for the time being—was to accept it. The mild fear and disgust was mingled with jolts of excitement. I had two men standing in front of me with hard cocks who were going to have their way with me.
Jay walked up to me, put his arm around my waist and pulled me toward him. I felt his hardness jutting against my midriff as he tried to kiss my mouth. I turned my head away. Jay looked at me with peculiarity,
"We'll cure you of that" he said, wryly, and reached around to pull down the zipper on my skirt, which he easily managed.
Fred walked to the bed and pulled his shorts down around his thighs and began to slowly stroke himself. Jay pulled my skirt to the floor and put a finger over the front of my panties; a nylon, blue thong with a low-cut.
"Crawl on the bed and suck him off" Jay whispered into my ear. I turned around, stepped out of my skirt and crawled toward Fred. Fred stopped stroking himself upon seeing me approach and I could see his cock-head already glistening with his juices. As I approached I grabbed the base of his shaft and gingerly licked the tip its head. Fred sighed in relief and thrust his hips toward my mouth, inserting his cock past my moistened lips. I was still apprehensive but determined to try to finish this as soon as possible, and started stroking his cock while simultaneously sucking it. The bed shift slightly as I could feel Jay moving onto the bed from behind me. Fred's cock popped out of my mouth as a bent my neck to see what Jay was doing, but I was blind to his intentions while Fred's wet cock pressed against my left cheek. I resumed sucking on Fred's meat as one of Jay's hands rest on the small of my back. Suddenly, I felt his tongue along the crack of my ass, over the fabric of my g-string. I gasped in surprise, once again looking back, Fred's cock smearing a mixture of precum and saliva on my cheek once more. I kept looking back as Jay continued to lick the gusset of my panties, then back between my buttcheeks, poking his tongue under my g-string to quickly rim my asshole.
Jay's ministrations were having an unanticipated effect. I soon found myself pushing against his tongue. My inhibitions were dissipating and being replaced by a desire to continue with what Jay was doing. My panties were not only soaked with Jay's saliva but soon my pussy was contributing juices of their own. Jay was obviously aware of this as soon he focused on my gusset, surely tasting my pussy through the soaked fabric. My legs, which were once close together, were now spread to provide easier access, and I found myself undulating from time to time, and moaning. The smell of Fred's cock permeated the air near my face, and what seemed like a chore minutes ago, now seemed like a tasty morsel. I swallowed Fred once again and began sucking with enthusiasm, moaning with a mouth full of cock.
Jay continued to lick and suck around my panties for several minutes when a sudden pause in the action and some shifting on the bed began to occur, and Jay was soon kneeling behind me and pulling my thong to one side of my ass. Jay began rubbing his cock between my moistened asscheeks, slickening his member. Wordlessly, he inserted his cock into my wet pussy, giving out a small grunt as he did so. He began fucking my pussy slowly at first, coating his cock with my treacle, back and forth, pulling out so only his tip was inside me then burying his rod deep inside me. I wanted him to fuck me harder and swiveled my ass and hips around his cock, and in response Jay rammed his manhood deep inside me making me gasp, making Fred's cock to once again pop out of my mouth, this time smearing my lips and chin with juices and saliva. Jay fucked me harder, and I was absorbed in his actions until he paused, his cock throbbing inside me, signaling that he was close to the brink, but obviously wanting to prolong the sex now unfolding.
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Keywords: Intentions, Ch., Slightest, 03,