55 Erotic Sex Stories (12 page)

She picked up the chain and loosened it from the metal post, and then dragged me over to the stone table. She positioned me squarely in front of it and then walked behind me as I looked at the wall, anticipating whatever would happen next. Suddenly I felt the cold embrace of metal being clamped around my ankles. She fastened two black metal restraints around my ankles before I had a chance to look down. I was securely fixed to the floor. She yanked on the chain and tied it to a post on the other side of the table, forcing me to bend over the cold stone surface at a right angle. My ass stuck out behind me, and I knew what was coming. She pulled out a box from under the table and opened it, taking out a mess of leather straps that were all interconnected. With absolute precision she arranged it into the correct position and stepped into it, placing her legs between the straps as she pulled it up her legs. A thick black dildo protruded from a small panel on the front. She fastened the buckles around her crotch and then moved up behind me. I felt the cold, slippery lubricated surface of the dildo rubbing against my ass hole, and shivered with excitement. With her hands gripping my hips and her nails digging into my skin, she pushed the dildo forward, penetrating my anus as it slipped inside me.

I clenched my fists behind my back as she thrust the black plastic into my ass. The force of her body was pushing me against the stone table, with my chest helplessly brushing over the top. I groaned over and over but the ball gag muffled my words to mere unintelligible noises. “You will do as I say always!” she screamed, “You must always obey me!”. Part of me thought she was insane; the other part was just incredibly turned on at the idea of being dominated. My cock was rock hard as the dildo was rubbing over my prostate, so she reached around and started to jerk at it. With her other hand she spanked my ass cheeks, repeatedly and unrelentingly until my skin was red raw. She shouted insults at me, so many that I can’t even remember, degrading me like a useless animal. She took a riders crop off the table and started to lash it across my back. The searing sensation fired throughout my body and I screamed in agony through the gag. She stopped fucking me and withdrew the dildo, but kept it fastened to her body. As my head rested on the table I heard the jangle of the metal chain being picked up again, and a second later I was yanked back down to the floor. She unlocked the cuff and pulled me over to middle of the room. “Lie down!” she ordered. “There’s a good slave” she said as I flattened my body out with my legs spread open for her. She took my hands and tied rope around each wrist, and then fixed each rope to a metal loop on the floor above my head. Once again my movement was completely restricted.

She went back over to the table and started to do something out of my view. I heard a strange scratching, clicking sound and then she made her way back over with a long black candle in her hand. She crouched down between my legs and an evil smile crossed her face. I braced myself as she positioned the dildo for re-entry, and squirmed as she slid it back into my ass. With her free hand she began to jerk my rigid cock, filling me with overwhelming and conflicting emotions of ecstasy and pain. She pounded the dildo into my ass, taunting me with obscene language as I focused on trying to cum. “You better not cum until I say so!” she said, and then tilted the candle slightly just above my stomach. A large splash of hot wax spilled over and crashed onto my soft skin, sending a momentary burst of blazing pain through my body. The heat subsided and I was left with a wonderful feeling of relief which amplified the pleasurably feeling of her jerking at my cock. I watched as she gripped it with her eagle-like claws, energetically wanking me off and she wildly fucked my ass. She poured more wax onto my skin, this time over my nipples and then down just above my cock. Each time as the pain dissipated I was left with the urge to cum, but I knew I was not allowed. “Please may I cum” I begged, just about making myself heard through the gag. “No, you may not!” she exclaimed, placing the candle down on the floor and replacing it with the rider’s crop. She lashed it across my chest, causing flakes of wax to fly into the air and land on the floor beside me. Each time she struck me I yelled out “Please!”, as I desperately wanted to cum.

I looked at her body bouncing around in front of me, with her moderately sized breasts still hidden behind her dress. Those lumps in the material sent me over the edge, and let out a huge straining groan as I started to spurt a load of hot semen over her hand, her dress and my own stomach. “No! Bad slave! Very bad slave!” she screamed, withdrawing the dildo from my ass as I relaxed back onto the floor. She quickly undid the buckles of the strap-on dildo and then positioned herself over my head. I expected her to untie me, but instead she lowered her pussy down onto my face. She squashed my head onto the floor with my mouth lodged flat against her vagina as she faced down towards my limp, cum soaked dick. I extended my tongue and slid it as deep into her pussy as I could reach, lapping up her flowing pussy juices as I licked her. She started to grind her hips as she enjoyed the pleasure my tongue was giving to her, moaning excitedly. She picked up the riders crop and draped it over my skin, lightly spanking my chest with it as her breathing became heavier and noisier. Before long she was in the throes of passion and was clearly moments away from an orgasm. Her legs shook with her thighs slapping against my cheeks as I licked harder and faster, flicking my tongue back and forth over her slimy clit until she finally let out a loud groan. Her back arched forward as she started to climax, and her skin on her firm ass began to tremble. Her hips went into spasms and she collapsed forward onto my stomach. She breathed a few deep breaths and then got up, composing herself as she located her knickers. She came over to me and said “So, the job is three days a week ,we do this. Then you go home and don’t tell a soul. Are you in?”. I nodded.

As it turned out being fired from my previous job was the best thing that ever happened to me!

My husband and I are an average married couple in our late 20s. His name is Jason, mine is Amanda. We live normal lives – he is an office worker and I am a veterinarian’s assistant. We pay our taxes and earn enough of a wage to live a life of moderate luxury. We are also quite sexually liberated, having experimented with many of the usual kinky niches. We tried anal sex within a week of meeting, water sports soon thereafter, and have engaged in some very naughty S&M activities. I love being tied up with a ball gag in my mouth while I am helplessly fucked. We have a variety of toys to play with, and some more elaborate equipment, like a harness for suspension from the ceiling, and torture implements like electrocution wands and riding crops. As you can see, we like to try everything and each of us has a list of sexual fantasies we would like to fulfill. A few months ago we were adding to our lists one night when we realized that we both had one thing in particular written down. We both really wanted to swing with another couple. We thought for the rest of the night about who we would most like to have sex with – which of our couple friends would we most like to swap partners with. Now, I don’t want to sound like a slut but I would quite happily be pinned against a wall and fucked by any of our male friends. They are all tall, handsome and, from the gossip fuelled conversations I’ve had with their wives and partners, I also know that they are all very well endowed. Jason listed the girls he would like to have sex with, and together we came up with a viable list of candidates. We had chosen five couples in total. At this point, I should stress that this was just a fantasy and nothing more.

Over the following few nights we played around with the idea of having sex with our friends, pretending to role play as them during sex. It turned us on more than we expected, and soon after we found that simply acting out the fantasy was not enough. We wanted to actually fuck them. So, we set about concocting a fiendish plan to invite them all around for a dinner party. I called up the girls and figured out the best possible date to have them over. It turned out that the following Saturday was completely clear in everyone’s schedules, so I told them to set the date in their calendars. The next step was to organize the food and drinks. The latter was an easy one – lots and lots of wine to get them nice and drunk, and therefore more open to persuasion. The food, on the other hand, took some serious thought. We wanted to use foods which contained natural aphrodisiacs, so we decided on a stuffed artichoke starter, a truffle and oyster risotto for the main, Goji berry and strawberry sorbet for dessert, and rounded the menu off with ginseng infused tea. It was a veritable cornucopia of aphrodisiacs. We had no idea if any of these things would actually have any aphrodisiac effects, but it was worth a try.

As the date approached we started to collect the food for the meal together, having to visit some small ethic stores for certain ingredients. It cost us a pretty penny, but the results would be worth it. When the day finally arrived we were filled with apprehension – up to this point it had been purely our little secret. Even though we stood to lose some very close friends, the risk in what we were planning was turning us on to the point that we had no choice but to continue. Our curiosity was so high that the thought of not going through with it was just not an option. The evening got closer and we began to prepare the meal. Jason handled the risotto while I stuffed the artichokes and made the sorbet. It was all coming together nicely. Once it was all ready and the table was set we both had a shower and got dressed for the evening. I had bought a new dress especially – it was black with large puffy shoulder straps which draped over my chest like curtains covering my breasts, with a very long strip in between that revealed my cleavage down to my stomach. It was incredibly sexy dress, and one with which I hoped to entice the men without making the women jealous. Jason had somewhat predictably chosen grey trousers and a shirt with a smart jumper over it. It was simple, but it was also what he was wearing when we met, so I knew the effect that it had had on me at the time. We waited anxiously in the dining room, repeatedly checking the long dinner table for imperfections in the layout as the clock ticked down to 7pm. The door bell rang. I walked over to the door and opened it to find Alysa, a tall, skinny blonde with small perky boobs, and Mark, who had dark hair, deep blue eyes and a square jaw. I showed them in and took their coats as Jason poured them some wine. Almost immediately after they had taken their drinks there was another knock at the door. I opened it again to find Anthony, an Italian with a dark goatee and pony tail, and his girlfriend Simone, who was of Spanish descent and was extremely petite. Jason had a big crush on her, due to her sexy accent and her deliciously bouncy breasts. As I was closing the door I saw some more shadowy figures approaching up the garden path, and quickly realized it was Marie, the youngest of the group at 25 and probably the most fun-loving of us all, and her boyfriend Sam. While we awaited the two remaining couples we all went into the living room to catch up. It wasn’t long before the bell rang again, and I hopped to my feet to let them in. Both couples had arrived at the same time – Paul, a blonde accountant with hypnotic hazel eyes, and his wife Kellie, a curvy brunette with enormous breasts. Following closely behind them were Grant, a bodybuilder with a shaved head, and his wife Susan, a leggy brunette and the oldest of the group at 35.

Everybody was elegantly dressed with sparkling jewellery and beautiful clothes. Kellie, the one with the giant rack, was almost bursting out of her dress and all the men could hardly take their eyes off her immense cleavage, much to the amusement of the girls. We all sat down for dinner as Jason brought in the artichokes. As we ate, the topic of conversation turned to food, with the guests listing the best meals they had eaten recently. Suddenly Alysa chirped up, “Did you know that artichokes are an aphrodisiac?” she asked, holding up a piece on the end of her fork. Jason and I glanced at each other and exchanged a wry smile. “Uh, no. Is it?” I said, feigning innocence. “What’s an aphrodisiac?” asked Simone. “It makes you horny!” blurted Kellie at the top of her voice. Everyone laughed. “Oh God, don’t tell her that... she’ll eat the lot!” laughed Anthony. We chatted some more and then I carried in the main course. “What is it?” asked Paul, “I mean, what flavour risotto?”. “It’s oyster and grated truffle” I said as casually as I could. “Oh my God, they’re both aphrodisiacs too!” said Alysa. I feared that she would give the game away but the rest of the guests seemed to be transfixed by the quality of our cooking. “This is delicious!” said Marie, “You’ll have to give me the recipe”. “We’ll give you more than the recipe”, I thought to myself. We moved onto the dessert, quickly spooning large dollops of sorbet into glasses before it melted. Alysa saw the chopped Strawberries on top and immediately looked over at me with a quizzical smile on her face, squinting as if she was trying to figure me out. Kellie noticed her stare and said “Let me guess, this is an aphrodisiac as well?”. “Yeah” replied Alysa, “I think someone is trying to get us a little frisky!”.

As we finished our servings I asked “Shall we retire to the living room?”, and everybody darted out of their chairs to secure the best seats on the sofas, like school children. By this point we had consumed a number of very good bottles of wine, and everyone was quite tipsy. After roughly ten minutes of casual banter, the subject changed onto the subject of one of Sam’s work colleagues. “He’s going to have a penis extension” he said, shaking his head in disapproval. “How immature” said Susan, “It’s not the size that matters...”. “Yeah, that’s why you married Mr. Nine Inches over there” I joked. “Is that all?” said Simone, “Anthony is nine and a half!”. The conversation was turning decidedly blue. The men were looking around at each other in disbelief that their partners were giving up this private information. Marie looked at Susan and added “It’s not the size that matters, it’s the girth!”. She grabbed Sam’s crotch and continued, ”I can hardly get my hands around it!”. Everyone laughed. “It’s easy to brag about something we can’t see” I said, hoping to urge them on. Marie looked at her boyfriend and gave him a nod of encouragement. He was clearly drunk, and almost tripped forwards as he stood up. Like a magician revealing a rabbit from a hat he unzipped his trousers and flopped out his semi-erect penis. She wasn’t lying – it was very chunky! Every one of the girls gasped, partly in shock at the inappropriate act, but mostly because they were astonished by his girth. Not wanting to be outdone, the bodybuilder Grant quickly rose from his seat, unzipped his trousers and poked his cock through the slot in his underwear. He extended his elbows away from his body and placed his open palms at either side of his dick, as if presenting us with an award. “Right that’s it!” said Paul, and as he got up so did the other men, all frantically trying to win this bizarre competition. They all took out their cocks and lined up in front of the girls, who remained seated on the sofas, giggling to each other with the hands covering their mouths. Everybody seemed comfortable with the situation, so I decided to proceed with the plan.