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I should be writing about Bee helping her man lose his gay virginity to her friend…
And really, I bet you’d like me to carry on with my Daddy story…
Or maybe you want to see what the dirty intern gets up to next…
New Intern Licks the Grumpy Old Receptionist
Stephanie handed Tina the coffee and let out a little giggle as she did so.
Right now, I could be getting back to how the cheated wife gets her revenge…
A Year of Cuckold Humiliations — He Cheats On Her at the Christmas Party
In the next week I am releasing the first parts of three different stories that will have quite a few chapters. The first ones I’m giving away free, so there’s no pay break below.
How about the story of an erotic writer that one of my subscribers inspired!
But, alas, no, I am going to write a new story for a very special subscriber who desperately wants a CNC gangbang. Well, haha, a story about one anyway! I am sure she wouldn’t want that for real… If she ever does, though, I’ll be sure to quiz her about it and write it here!
In the meantime…
Some people say Brussels in Belgium, the centre of the European project, going all the way back to the Italian Prince Metternich’s vision of a unified Europe, is a boring place. That it is all suits and rules and people being polite.
Yeah, maybe, but those people have to let off steam after a hard day negotiating. And one translator was going to be on the end of that, whether she liked it or not!
It was very late. Olinda hated working this late, but that was the job. The two sides had sat in a stuffy board room, keeping themselves awake with cokes and drying nibbles, working on a wording they were both happy with. And she was stuck in the middle making sure the wording was exactly what each of them thought it meant.
She longed to be in bed, maybe a shower, probably an erotic story, and definitely a vibrator and a fantasy. She would cum hard imagining a dozen men around her. She wasn’t vanilla anymore.
Perhaps in her younger years, a dark, handsome man taking her would have been enough. Maybe she could have cum imagining he was licking her pussy, fingering her, and whispering sweet nothings as he came inside her. Then, cuddling up like a perfect Valentine’s night love affair.
She was a little older and wiser than that now. Wiser? Probably not, but dirtier, that’s for sure. After arriving at her forties, she began to imagine many more wild things. She would picture walking down one of the dark alleys of her hometown on a hot summer night. A man blocking her path in front, a hand on her shoulder. The two men blocking her escape, coming together, her body trapped in between.
Her clothes would be ripped from her body, her head forced over and onto one of their cocks while another rammed up into her from behind. Both of them thrusting into her at each end as if trying to make their cocks meet in the middle. As they screamed out obscenities about how they were going to use this bitch and cum inside her, she would cum, thrusting a dildo or vibrator or rabbit inside herself, imagining it was them.
Or she would be up on the hills above her hometown and look down on the sea and cliffs. Then, in broad daylight, young men would walk with her, maybe three or four. Each of them would take turns complimenting her beauty, how sexy her lips were, her hair, her ass, her boobs. They would make comments about how much they would want to touch her. “I would want to fuck her tits! Yes, she must have made many men cum with those huge boobs, ha!” The men would laugh and nudge her shoulder as they walked.
They walked with her in a pack, leered at her, made more crude comments, and touched her. First, squeezing her ass, one or two hands at a time, then stroking her hair, and finally, one man, almost a boy really, they were cheeky young men, confident and without fear, putting his hands on her breasts.
When she masturbated, this could make her cum, this very moment. being surrounded by strong, arrogant men, in a lonely place, far from wherever anyone could hear her scream, well it turned her on more than she would ever admit to anyone.
But if she didn’t orgasm then, or if she had more energy to carry on, she would let the fantasy go further.
Then young men would stop her and tell her she had to be nice to them, that she had turned them on so much they couldn’t go back to town in this state. “My girlfriend doesn’t want to see me with an erection before I’ve been with her, and that is what I have!” He gets it out and shows it to her.
He pulls her hand onto it. She instinctively pulls her hand back, which only makes him hold her wrist harder. “Hold it!” So she does. her other hand soon holds another. But there are two more cocks here, and they need attention too. “Don’t be an uptight bitch!” She has no intention of being!
In her fantasy, they force her to her knees, make her suck them, cum in her mouth and fuck her face with abandon. But she isn’t resisting, really. Every move they make on her makes her wetter in her imagination and wetter in real life. Damn it! How can she want this?
Then, on an uncomfortable rock, they rip her clothes off and pump their seed into her, one at a time. Painfully wonderful.
At this point, her mind can go a little crazy. Sometimes, she keeps it ‘real,’ just the four friends having their fun with a vulnerable woman. But at other times, she needs more. All the men of the village, the town, the city come to have their go. And if it is not there, it is some restaurant she goes to and where all the waiters take turns fucking her in the kitchen, the customers too, the chef. The chef still shouting instructions as he thrusts into her like she is just another piece of meat for him to deal with.
Somewhere along the lines, she cums to do. Some version of this. Being forced to take man after man after man after man. Oh, she imagines being on her back like a porn star until she is sore and beyond.
Her body sweats if she lets these ideas go too far, and when it does, well, the shower is switched on, and a hold load of new fantasies begins!
Tonight, at nearly 1 am, she didn’t feel like going home yet; she had to shake off the frustration of a hard day. Yep, she wanted to go back and masturbate herself to sleep, but a drink first would make the taxi ride home bearable.
Sitting at a table in the near-empty twenty-four-hour diplomat bar, she stared at her drink and wondered if her fantasies were healthy. Should she really want so many men to use her? Her pussy clenched, and she knew there was never any way to get rid of these thoughts; they were with her for good.
But then she had another thought. Maybe what she really needed was to make these dreams come true. Either it would be so great she wouldn’t feel so frustrated anymore, or it would be bad, and the whole thing would put her off such wild ideas and masturbatory thoughts again.
But that was hardly likely to happen!
Then, a group of guys came into the bar, half of the two teams she had been helping with translations for. One smiled and waved…
Olinda suddenly felt very unprofessional…
To be continued, of course xxx
I like this start…a very promising adventure