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6 Cocks for my fiance

7/12/2005

We were driving home from town with a plump bag of green in
my pocket with my darling fiancé and I was looking forward
to a lazy Sunday afternoon with my soul-mate. We, each of
us couldn’t resist a trip to Anne Summers while we were there
to satisfy a long running desire on both sides to enter the
mild bondage scene with some restraints, a horse whip and
a very sexy leather outfit for Angela, all to add to our ever
growing collection of toys.
<br>
Angela was truly everything to me. I loved her in every way
possible to love another person. On top of this, she loved
me back at least the same amount, we shared many of the same
values and had so many things in common. However, the cherry
on the cake had to be that, for all of the love and respect
I held for Angela, my lust for her was equally insatiable.
I was crazy about her and would often slip into a dream fantasizing
about some of the wild adventures we lived out in my head.
I have to say that our sex life was the best I’d ever known,
or known possible. When I came, it was like I had died, gone
to heaven and been reborn, just to be able to live my life
with her again. I could never decide what part of her deliciously
provocative face and body turned me on the most. Was it her
huge deep brown eyes, beautiful face, her pert 32DD-24-32
figure, which stood a quaintly petite 5’4” tip to toe? I
had no idea; the whole package had always been a little too
much for me to comprehend. She messed with my head in the
best possible way.
<br>
I struggled to readjust myself in my pants as I remembered
Angela teasing me in the shop. She didn’t always feel horny,
not like me, but she didn’t care much for those around us…or
me for that matter when she needed to get her rocks off. I
loved this complete disregard for the so-called ‘rules’.
<br>
“When we go out to Spain this summer…?” Angela smiled at
me. She was asking a question, but what was the question?
“…Oh! I fucking LOVE this song!!” Angela shrieked, now
diverted to the ever increasing volume of ‘I see girls…tall
girls, short skirts…everywhere I look I see girls!’ Angela
continued to jiggle her tits and mouth along to the words
until the funky tunes subsided and Angela turned the radio
right off.
<br>
“When we go out to Spain this summer…?” I quizzed, prompting
Angela for the finale to her question.
<br>
“Oh yeah! When we go out to Spain this summer, we HAVE to get
out to Ibiza this time. I’m gonna be shaking my arse right
off to this tune. Oh, we haven’t been clubbing for so long,
I can’t fucking wait! Oh you are going to be cumming in your
pants!” she giggled as she kissed her hand and blew it tenderly
at my cheek.
<br>
I loved it when Angela talked like that. I don’t know if it’s
because she’s Hungarian, but she can get away with saying
things that English girls just couldn’t get away with.
She had an exterior image of idealistic innocence most
of the time. The kind of girl that most knowing men can spot
a mile off. Innocent, but open minded, the perfect specimen
for corruption and depravity in all their wildest fantasies.
I loved to watch them ogle her, the lucky ones noticing as
she made the stealth transition from meek little girl to
foul-mouthed hedonist. The stupid ones she played like
she was Ali G!
<br>
“All the guys will be cumming in their pants baby!” I grinned.
<br>
I always suspected I should have been more jealous, but
I believed she’d never cheat on me, just like she knew I’d
always be true to her. As with every other aspect of our lives,
we’d both experienced dishonest relationships both second
and first hand and had seen the pain it caused. Neither of
us would ever impose that on the other, I was sure. Our joint
philosophy was that honesty is the most important thing.
We shared all of our wildest fantasies and agreed that,
if it came to it, it would be preferable to partake in extra-marital
affairs together, knowingly and openly rather than go
behind the others back.
<br>
I knew Angela fantasized about multiple guys, but strangely,
my twisted mind never swayed far enough from Angela to be
able to think about other girls, Angela was the only one
for me. I would be happy to share her though, if only for one
night. In fact, the thought made me so rampant with desire
to live the dream. We spoke of it jokingly, but it was always
likely to remain fantasy, being one of the ultimate slutty
acts a woman could engage in. After all, Angela was first
and foremost, a lady.
<br>
I was stirred from my daydream as Angela spoke to me. I couldn’t
quite make out what she had said, but something inside knew
I had to hear this.
<br>
“Sorry sweetheart? I grinned. “What did you just say?”
<br>
“Never mind!” Angela blushed, obviously ashamed at her
last comment.
<br>
“Oh Baby! I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I was daydreaming.
Please tell me?”
<br>
Clearly realizing that my reaction hadn’t been to her statement,
but through lack of attention to her, she blurted out “Mr
Bloody Pay Attention!” her pet name for me when I wasn’t
listening to her. “In Ibiza and, if you’d like, maybe we
could have an…erm…orgy!” she smiled broader this time,
clearly praying that I wouldn’t push her from the moving
car.
<br>
My jaw dropped, my eyes wide, I couldn’t speak.
<br>
“Sorry! I was just dreaming about being on a podium in Ibiza.
I was shaking my little arse for all my might and thinking
about you getting hard watching me. Then I started thinking
about all those other guys looking at me, staring and trying
to make out my pussy lips through the tiny thong under my
skirt. The short, wavy black one, that’s what I’d be wearing.
“Oh don’t be mad!” she begged. “I was only fantasizing!”
<br>
“I’m so fucking hard thinking about that!” I growled. “I
often think about a foam party where we get lost in the fog
with a group of men, you’re shaking your booty and you can
feel my hand on you. Then my hand scoops around you from the
back and grabs your breast, then down over your flat tummy
to the line of you hipster skirt. Then I’m under the material
and brushing over the thin strip of hair over your otherwise
bald pussy and you’re wreathing in pleasure as I caress
you in this, such a public place. “Mmmm! Brazilian Huh?!”
presses the gruff voice in your ear. I laugh as you jolt and
spin on your heals, realizing that your public invader
is, in fact, not me.
<br>
I am standing back with his mates, who you have been torturing
with your display of untamed lust and desire all night.
“You do realize, you’ve all pulled don’t you!” I smirk at
them as I inform them without words that they will likely
take it in turns to fuck my fiancé that evening. All the while,
you have accepted your fate and face back the other way to
allow your new friend to explore your wanton body, publicly.”
<br>
“What happens next?!” Angela squealed, clearly hyper-excited
at what appeared to be the most exquisite proposal. “How
may of them are there?” she continued, her voice deeper
now and full of lust.
<br>
“Four, plus the one with his hands all over you! Six including
me.”, I purred.
<br>
“Six! Fuck! That’s always been the outside edge of what
I can even fantasize about. A proper fucking ORGY?!” she
giggled.
<br>
“Well!” I continued clinically. An orgy would involve
many people of both sexes, couples, or just a group. Technically,
what we’d be involved in would be a gangbang!”
<br>
“Gangbang?!” Angela quizzed, looking slightly puzzled.
<br>
“Yes”, as usual I would have to translate. To save any confusion,
I would always explain any new word and its context to her.
Communication was never a problem thanks to this routine.
“Gang-bang would be more appropriate as it would be a gang
of guys banging you!” I smiled. Angela however didn’t appreciate
the terminology.
<br>
“BANG! What kind of descriptive is that to describe what
they’d be doing?” Angela responded, as if in class. She
closed her eyes for a second. “FUCKING! That’s what they’ll
be doing to me. It’ll be a gang-fuck and they’ll be gang-fucking
ME!”
<br>
My cock was so hard now. I loved it when Angela took English
and adapted it with her own, unmistakable, Hungarian bluntness.
<br>
“Of course sweetheart! You’re right!” long since deciding
not to argue with her little adaptations of my own tongue.
Regardless, I preferred her talking like this.
<br>
“Let’s do it! Come on, let’s do it Adam!” Angela giggled
as she stroked my cock under the steering wheel. I thought
I might crash as I startled again from my world of lustful
carnage.
<br>
“Whatever pleases my baby!” I smirked, wishing that I’d
been more decisive, had the courage to make the journey
from fantasy to commitment…a plan. I sometimes worried
if she was testing me, to see how far I’d be prepared to go
and I failed to issue the final word of approval as if it were
my own desire, which of course it was.
<br>
I’d previously proposed to plan something, a surprise,
but Angela always insisted that, if anything twisted did
happen in our sex lives like that, there would have to be
two rules:
<br>
1. Angela would have to be pissed on white wine
2. There could be no plan. It would have to be spontaneous.
<br>
However, when do these things EVER actually just happen?
<br>
<br>
That spring was long and wet. Well, I was long and Angela
was wet for the best part of it. Our sex life was electric
as we stirred from winter and longed for summer, while not
speaking again of that day in the car on the way back from
town.
<br>
Summer did arrive at last and Angela spent as long as she
could in the sun as we waited painfully for the middle of
July to roll around and we would be spending two weeks alone,
together in my Dad’s villa in Spain.
<br>
Come July, Angela was sporting the most delicious all-over
tan, from the tip of her dainty toes to the top of her gorgeous
face…and everything in the middle. Fortunately, our garden
offered enough privacy to allow Angela to go all out naked
on one small spot of the patio.
<br>
There was the guy who lived two doors down though, who always
had full view of her from an open, smoked-glass side window
on his extension, which he appeared to capitalize upon
every chance he had, but that is another story. Another
story for another day. It didn’t yet serve my purpose to
let Angela know about her secret admirer. Besides, she
was at home most days I went to work, and I wasn’t brave enough
to test her resolve while the summer sun raised her body
temperature to 3 below excruciating.
<br>
The truth is, I actually had no idea about our neighbour.
What was his name? Did he wank when he watched her? Where
was he from? Did he have a big, fat cock? How old was he? He
was black and shaved bald, was all I knew of him from his leering
face in the window. Someday I was sure all these questions
would be answered. But not today…
<br>
…Today was HOLIDAY DAY!!! I can’t explain the feeling that
was stirring in my loins as I contemplated what could be.
Had she remembered…considered…agreed? I wished we’d
discussed it further at the time, but as the days passed
after that day in the car, it seemed too contrived to raise
it out of the blue again.
<br>
“I’m looking forward to this soooo much sweetheart!” I
beamed as I heaved her mammoth suitcase into the boot of
the car and we made our way to the airport for our fourth trip
to Spain in my Dad’s glorious villa. The new pool was supposed
to be lovely!
<br>
“Oh! And Ibiza as well! This is going to be the best holiday
ever!” I grinned as I caught Angela’s eyes burning into
me.
<br>
“What?! Why are you looking forward to Ibiza so much then?”
she frowned. I was in trouble, I sensed it.
<br>
“The dancing! Y-You know I’ve been looking forward to the
club scene there for ten years. I was thirty this summer
remember?! Time’s running out!” I stammered as I tried
to waffle my way out of my predicament.
<br>
“Oh! Of course! The DANCING! I should have known!” she pressed,
the frown gently subsiding to a vision of pure lust and carnal
desire. “I assumed you were referring to the thorough gang-fucking
I’ll be receiving in the middle of a dance floor there!”
<br>
I sat in silence and smiled, unable to respond. I just drove…quickly.
<br>
On the way, I couldn’t help noticing Angela gently stroking
her thighs, her skirt gradually riding up a little every
time. I was now sporting a rock hard cock in my shorts. I turned
the fan to blow cool air over my sandaled feet. It was a hot
day!
<br>
Eventually, I piped up, nervously. “So, what’s the plan
then?” I grinned, seemingly begging a response.
<br>
“Plan?” Angela frowned again.
<br>
“In Ibiza?” I pressed.
<br>
“What makes you think I have a plan?” Angela smiled. “Those
boys are going to be so worked up, I won’t need a plan, but
I…” she paused.
<br>
“But wha…?”, before I could finish my question, Angela
pressed her index finger over my lips and smiled as if to
signal my prompt to shut up and stop asking such ridiculous
questions.
<br>
“It wouldn’t be any fun if you knew what was cumming!” she
purred. I wasn’t sure if Angela’s emphasis was on the ‘U’
or whether it was her Hungarian. I could usually tell. My
mind was foggy today though.
<br>
I did, however, obediently shut my mouth and wait for Gatwick
airport to make way for Alicante, for Alicante to make way
for Gran Alicante and, from there, to melt into the Ibiza
club scene. I wanted to be there now! I would have to be patient
though. Ibiza was still a world away!
<br>
Angela and I chatted cheerfully on the way to the airport
and we were lucky to whiz through check in.
<br>
“Shall we go through to the lounge now Adam? I want to buy
some batteries”, she smiled, cheekily. I wondered if she
had packed any of her toys as we walked hand in clasped hand
to the scanning machines.
<br>
“Did you pack this yourself?” the stern security guard
asked as he took Angela’s hand luggage and dropped it on
the belt for scanning. Angela looked at me and smiled, apparently
trying to hide the fact that she was suddenly very nervous.
Regrettably, I wasn’t the only one who noticed either.

<br>
“Yes, of course!” she smiled, and then gulped nervously.
<br>
“Urgh, John?” the lady behind the screen piped up. “Can
you come and have a look at this please?” Angela closed her
eyes, a bead of sweat emerging on her forehead. It was hot
today, but this was different. It dawned on me that Angela
had indeed packed some incriminating artefacts and was
now preying that the rest of the airport wasn’t about to
be educated as to her secret, lustful desires.
<br>
“Can you open your bag please madam?”, came the guards voice
and Angela’s eyes snapped open at the sound of her bag landing
on the inspection table, the queue quickly establishing
itself behind us.
<br>
“Urm, yes”, Angela coughed as her nerves boiled within,
the petrified look on her face now clear for the world to
see as she slowly unzipped her bag and pulled it open. One
by one, Angela’s personal effects were carefully laid
out on the table, the curiosity of the mounting, queuing
crowd growing at the prospect they might be witnessing
a crime in progress.
<br>
Phone-purse-money-passport-tickets-cigarettes-book-magazine-little
silver box…
<br>
“What’s in there?”, the guard quizzed pointing at Angela’s
little box of mini vibrators.
<br>
“Toys”, Angela whispered, now overwhelmed with embarrassment
and glowing red. I think the guard realized then that this
woman was no threat to national security, but I spotted
something in his eye.
<br>
“Open it!” he commanded, sternly as before.
<br>
Angela picked the box off the table, directed it only at
the guard and opened it, gingerly. The guard looked confused
and placed his hand in. He clearly didn’t recognize what
he was looking at. For the time being though, he placed it
back on the bench.
<br>
“The bag, madam”, he signalled to the still bulging bag
between them. As Angela peered inside, she knew that all
of the innocent items had now been removed and this would
be a long inspection. Resigned to her shame and it beginning
to fester into rage as it sometimes did, Angela started
to announce the items she was removing, thumping them on
the table as she went. She wanted this public humiliation
over and quickly.
<br>
“Cuffs-whip-vibrator-anal beads-dildo…” Angela’s
display was now being accompanied by various giggles and
gasps of horror and astonishment at the array of items and
the size of the last in particular. “Lubricant-gag-blindfold-and…”
as Angela returned to her little silver box and opened it,
“This one is for your clit, these two are for inside, this
one for the G-Spot and, this one I like to stick up in my arse!
Are we done?!” she barked as she quickly loaded her bag back
up and went to pick it up.
<br>
However, the guard had other ideas and grabbed for the bag
before Angela could scatter into the crowd. “Can you follow
me please miss?” he ordered calmly. “You…” he turned and
reassured me. “You wait here. This shouldn’t take long!”
he smiled.
<br>
What the FUCK did THAT mean, “This shouldn’t take long!”
Angela followed the guard to a room off to the side and looked
over her shoulder, petrified as she was ushered through
the open door. It closed behind them and they were gone.
<br>
It was 25 minutes before I caught Angela’s eyes again. She
left the room alone, blushing and sweating. Angela trotted
over to me, clutching her bag tightly to her chest.
<br>
“What the fuck happened in there!” I demanded, although
nervous for her response. I didn’t throw my arms around
her until she could reassure me that nothing naughty had
gone on.
<br>
“Let’s get the fuck out of here. I need a ciggy real bad. I’ll
tell you upstairs…I promise!” Angela begged, clearly
wanting to get out of that place. I agreed and we walked silently
up the stairs, her hand clutching mine the whole time.
<br>
We finally reached the smoking area. It was busy, but we
sat down, resigned to our limited privacy and in desperate
need of a fix to ease our nerves.
<br>
“Now, what happened in there?! From the top”, I ordered,
noticing as I spoke, the couple across the way were somewhere
behind us in the cue for the departure lounge. They had seen
the whole charade, as had many others.
<br>
“He didn’t believe me, he said!” Angela whispered. “He
confiscated my cuffs and whip! Security risk he said! The
dildo was touch and go. He said it looked more like a club,
but he let it pass as it’s quite soft. He believed the anal
beads weren’t a threat. Besides, they don’t contain any
electrical bits…components he called them. The lubricant
was OK, but he wasn’t going to give me back the vibrator and
my travel kit!” she frowned, now with a hint of guilt in her
voice. “I couldn’t leave them behind!”
<br>
“What happened?!” I ordered, now scared for our future.
She hadn’t betrayed me with him surely?
<br>
“The only way he would let me take them was to prove that they
were what I said they were!” the lady over the way was now
audibly chuckling under her breath. She knew, as I did that
Angela had been spoofed…tricked. She could see the funny
side at least! I was mad, at the guard for abusing his position
of power and at Angela for being so gullible. Then I accepted
that this man had all the cards and Angela could not be held
to account.
<br>
“And…!”
<br>
Angela leant forward and whispered in my ear, “He made me
use them!”
<br>
“What?!” I choked.
<br>
“He made me use them on myself to prove that they were objects
of pleasure!” she frowned. “So I did”
<br>
“All of them?!” I chuckled nervously still. “He made you
fuck yourself six ways before he’d believe they weren’t
bombs!” I barked loudly. All ears and eyes were on us, piercing.
Angela thumped me on the arm.
<br>
“You can’t use that word in here!” Angela snapped. I was
feeling eyes burning in me from every angle and snapped.
<br>
Leaning forward into Angela’s bag, I jerked to my feet.
“It’s a fucking vibrator! OK?!” I shouted, now with Angela’s
Roger in my hand, otherwise known as a Rampant Rabbit Deluxe.
It was sticky as hell, but there was no man cum in my hand,
thank goodness!
<br>
Angela held her head in her hands, ashamed. Was she ashamed
of herself, the vibrator, or her fiancé brandishing it
in the departure lounge at Gatwick Airport? I suddenly
felt very stupid and fumbled for my seat, planting Roger
back in his bed.
<br>
“Let’s go!” Angela begged, holding my hand and her bag,
dragging both of us behind her as she scampered from the
smoking area to somewhere more private.
Finding a quiet corner, Angela grabbed me, pushed me against
the wall and held me close. Then, grabbing my hand, she shoved
it up her skirt. Actually, there was very little upward
motion thanks to the length of Angela’s skirt, but I was
shocked to find that my finger slid straight up between
Angela’s slippery pussy lips and hard onto her clit.
<br>
“He kept my knickers!” Angela pressed out as I pressed hard
on her clit. “I kept true to you though baby!” Angela pleaded
as she held my face in her hands. I wouldn’t cum. He made me
use each one where I said they were for. I had Roger in me and
my other toys on my clit, up in my arse and he even made me use
the G-Spot one on myself. I had to get right up there!” she
whimpered.
<br>
“But I wouldn’t cum! Not for him! Only for you baby!” Angela
purred now as she pressed my finger harder against her clit.
She threw her head back. “I’m cumming now!”, Angela gasped
as my finger rocked hard, left to right over her hard, swollen
pleasure-bud.
<br>
“I’m cu…!” Angela lost her voice and threw her head back,
eyes closed rigid now.
<br>
Suddenly, and to my surprise, I felt a warm and wet sensation
on my toes and Angela snapped her head forward. Her eyes
met mine, wide open as if something had just invaded her.
I looked down and my feet were soaked!
<br>
“You pissed?!” I whispered, aware of our very limited privacy.
<br>
Angela just shook her head slowly and nervously. Leaning
closer, Angela whispered in my ear, “Cum. I squirted!
<br>
“You WH…!” Angela pressed her finger against my lip for
the second time that day.
<br>
“I’ll tell you on the plane!” she beamed. “Tissues?!”
<br>
I quickly scrambled in my bag for the pack of tissues Angela
gave me and looked up to see her thighs were sodden and her
bald pussy lips supported a long drip of cum, yet to drop
from her smooth skin to the airport floor. I passed Angela
a handful of tissues and she discretely wiped her pussy
before she walked gingerly to the nearby toilet to finish
the cleanup job. In the midday sun, I could clearly see,
as I’m sure could anybody with eyes, the glistening cum
which coated the whole of Angela’s inner thighs to the knee,
which is a lot of exposure, considering the length of her
skirt! I was so hard in my pants again.
<br>
I would need release before the journey was out.
<br>
To say that we had been noticed appeared to be the understatement
of the century as the whole way to and on the plane, eyes were
on us from every angle. People whispered behind their hands
and the occasional wink was cast at Angela from afar. I was
in heaven.
We took our seats and Angela, to my surprise, opted for the
isle. She loved the window seat and I always gladly gave
it up for her. I especially thought the window seat as it
would have offered her privacy, considering she was now
wearing a very short skirt with no knickers to defend what
was left of her innocence from the crew and our fellow passengers.
<br>
Angela leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Do you know
what happened in the departure lounge?” she smiled.
<br>
“You came!...BUCKETS!!” I grinned.
<br>
“Yes!” Angela frowned slightly as if that was obvious.
“I squirted! It was going to be my little surprise for you.
I discovered it when you were down the gym Wednesday three
weeks ago. I’d been a little rough with myself with the G-Spot
vibrator that came with my travel kit. Do you remember when
you came home that night the place was spotless?” I shrugged.
“No, of course you didn’t…Mr Bloody Pay Attention!”
<br>
“Well, ” Angela continued, “I squirted my cum all over
the coffee table!...and I do mean ALL over! I read something
about the G-Spot, but I never imagined…”
<br>
“That coffee table is huge!” I chuckled. “I’ve only seen
it in porn, but it looks fucking GREAT!” I twitched as my
cock grew again in my shorts. I had no way of hiding it other
than putting my bag on my lap. Angela smiled and reached
for her own, placing it on her own lap and peeking inside.
After a little rummaging, Angela pulled her closed fist
from the bag and placed it on her seat, out of sight. I knew
what it must have been, but what was she going to do with it
here!
<br>
All was quiet until the plane raced along the runway and
we were in the air. Before long, the seatbelt light bleeped
and was out.
<br>
“I’m just popping to the loo baby! Why don’t you come and
get me in say…25 minutes!” Angela leered at me with lust
in her eyes and slipped away to the back of the plane. I checked
my watch and waited, trying to ease the ever increasing
strain in my shorts. With that, I slipped into another daydream.
<br>
After what seemed like five minutes, I checked my watch.
FUCK, it had been thirty full minutes. Where did it go? Was
I fantasizing THAT MUCH!
<br>
I jumped from my seat and gently cupped my shorts as if desperate
for a piss. This was the less embarrassing option as far
as I could see, until I looked down and saw that my stiff cock
was punching its way through between my fingers, tented
in my shorts, but hiding none of its potency. Eventually,
I reached the toilets. One was open, the other closed. “This
HAS to be Angela”, I thought to myself and knocked on the
closed door.
<br>
“Is anybody in there?” I gently asked. An old man, in the
back row turned round.
<br>
“That one’s empty mate! Can’t you see?” he stated so matter-of-factly.
Then he smiled as the latch on the door snapped open and I
opened it gingerly. I paid no more attention to my toilet
guide and stepped inside, now amazed and shocked.
<br>
Angela was sitting on the sink unit, feet pressed against
the opposite wall and elevated high above her head in the
very confined space we were in. I did all I thought possible
and shifted myself between her legs where three of her fingers
were buried deep in her pussy.
<br>
“You’re late!” Angela growled. “I’ve been holding this
fucker back for soooooo…” Angela’s words dropped off.
Suddenly, she stared at me, her eyes widening as she neared
her climax.
<br>
Angela grabbed the hair on the back of my head with her spare
hand and held my face inches from her swollen lips, forced
wide open and glistening as her rigid fingers twitched
rapidly at the knuckle, clearly abusing her G-Spot with
vigour. “No time to fuck now!” she pressed out in panted
whispers between the spasms that seemed to rise up within
her.
<br>
With that, Angela yanked her hand from her pussy and I just
had time to focus on her gaping hole when it came at me like
an arrow. A vast jet of cum hit me square in the face and into
my yawning mouth. It was as broad as it was powerful and I
waned under the force of the second jet, which found its
way down my throat and up my nose in equal measure. I coughed
and spluttered, but Angela did not relent her grip, only
pulling me closer as a steady stream of cum now oozed from
her sodden cunt. I lapped at Angela in awe, wiping up every
drip of the sweet cum from her arse, thighs and lastly the
source of the torrent, her glistening, pink cunt lips.
<br>
Angela sighed with a sense of ecstasy and exhaustion in
equal measure. I was astonished, but still unrelieved
and horny beyond belief! Angela leant forward, kissed
me on the lips and savoured the sweet taste of the cum she
had just inflicted on me. Pushing her hand down lower, she
grasped my cock in a vice like grip.
<br>
“But this little fucker will have to wait! After all, you
were late!”
<br>
It was clear when we left the toilet that our adventure had
not gone unnoticed. Many eyes were turned to the back of
the plane when we left the toilet. We returned to out seats
and sat quietly.
<br>
“That was quick!” a chirpy voice came from the seat behind.
<br>
We looked at each other and smiled knowingly, choosing
not to turn around and face our critic. The rest of our journey
was much like any other. The plane landed and we shuffled
like sheep to vacate the plane, making our way to luggage
reclaim, grabbing a trolley en route. To my amazement,
one of our bags was among the first off and Angela ran to the
belt ahead of the rest of the crowd. Without thinking, she
planted a foot on the side, bent herself right over and heaved
her case off to the floor. As she did so, her damp, pink pussy
lips pouted and then popped open to gasps from the men and
a chorus of “SLUT!” from some of the wives. I was upon her
in seconds.
<br>
“Knickers!” I whispered in her ear as the crowd swamped
the conveyor belt and the scramble began and Angela blushed.
<br>
“Did anybody see?!” Angela whispered, ashamed.
<br>
“Everybody, I think!” I said, chuckling and unashamed.
“FUCK ITS HOT HERE!” I panted, wiping the beads of sweat
from my brow.
<br>
Fortunately, our bags came out quickly and Angela expressed
her desire to get the hell out of there and sort our transport.
<br>
“Let’s get a Jeep?!” I begged, trying to change the subject.
I wanted to get something a bit more special. After all,
Angela had had a rough day and I wanted to make it up to her.
<br>
Black was the only colour left.
<br>
“Black it is then!” Angela grinned and we signed the papers.
In a shot, we were out of there and on our way to the villa.
“I can’t wait to jump in the pool baby! I’m wicked hot!”
<br>
“YOU’RE HOT??!!” I coughed. “I’m busting out here!”
<br>
“What are you thinking?” Angela grinned as she grabbed
my solid shaft in her hand for the second time that afternoon.
<br>
“Gushing!” I smiled, broadly.
<br>
“Oh! I thought…”, then for the first time that day I pressed
my finger against Angela’s lips.
<br>
“Later!” I frowned. I couldn’t hear about what she was thinking
now, whatever that was. Angela giggled, but refused to
release her grip from my cock.
<br>
“Later?” Angela leered at me from under her eyelids like
she did when she wanted something. Slowly, she lowered
her head into my lap and pulled my shorts down far enough
for her to release my cock into the hot Spanish summer air.
In a second, Angela had gulped my shaft into her mouth, sucking
on my swollen bulb with her pout, rosy lips. I spied the slightest
glistening of juice reflecting the hot sun as it shone on
Angela’s now exposed pussy.
<br>
As always, Angela blew my mind as she flicked her expert
tongue up and down my pole and sucked me hard into her throat
with a little gag. I couldn’t hold back and after only a few
minutes, I shot a hot rope of cum directly down Angela’s
gullet. I could hear her gulping frantically as jet after
jet of my sticky cum filled Angela’s mouth and throat. Stars
appeared in my eyes and I was forced to slow our Jeep to a stop
until my sight recovered.
<br>
“Was that nice?” Angela beamed as she wiped a small droplet
of cum from her chin and planted the sticky finger in her
mouth. I could see she was hot as well.
<br>
“That was fucking amazing baby!” I sighed, my cock still
stiff as a board and pointing to the scorching sun. The heat
seemed determined not to allow my erection to subside and
Angela’s eyes grew wider as my cock did.
<br>
“You seemed to enjoy it anyway!” I chuckled, my sight now
recovering completely to reveal Angela’s pussy even damper
than before.
<br>
I put my foot down from there and made it to the villa in double
time. I imagined the cold marble floor on my feet and the
cool pool water on my face. We quickly grabbed our bags and
rushed into the villa, dropping them as quickly and making
a direct route to the inviting pool, stripping off our clothes
as we went.
<br>
SPLASH!! We were in…cool…content...relaxed. “We’ve
ARRIVED!” Angela splashed and played with a huge beaming
smile on her face. I held my arms out and Angela threw herself
at me, splashing and giggling as our naked bodies pressed
together.
<br>
Angela’s heaving chest squeezed against mine and we held
each other close, kissing, soon passionately. My hands
explored her back and backside, her smooth skin like velvet
gloves on my hands. Without prompt, I could feel another
rousing in my loins. With no trunks to contain it, my cock
was soon pressed into Angela’s groin and I effortlessly
slid inside her slick pussy. We were one once more, our bodies
tangled together as we made sweet love under the scorching
Spanish summer sun.
<br>
My hands gripped Angela’s bum as I began to take control
and drifted to the shallow end. Soon, we were at the steps
and I spun Angela round so she could grip them. She would
need to now and new it. I was worked up and needed full release…right
now! Angela knew what was coming as she gripped hard onto
the hand-rails and leered at me over her tanned shoulder.
<br>
“Fuck me HARD!” Angela demanded as I drove my cock home with
a slap and a yelp. “You’re soooo BIG! You’re soooo HARD!”
Angela panted and puffed as I fucked her hot cunt relentlessly.
<br>
My cock felt as hard as stone as it churned deep inside Angela’s
pussy and she pushed her arse back onto me hard, sinking
my shaft even further up inside her. I was near cumming again,
but held the moment until the moment I could feel Angela’s
insides clench my shaft repeatedly.
<br>
“I’m cumming!” Angela belted out, a sound which seemed
to echo off the surrounding walls and rang in my ears as I
lost control of myself. My cock began to twitch and my cum
engulfed Angela’s cervix as jet after jet of the hot, sticky
mess filled her up completely.
<br>
Angela chest fell on the ground as she struggled to lift
her sexy behind out of the water and kneel in front of me.
<br>
“Eat me”, she panted. “Clean my cunt spotless you dirty
boy! No cum in the new pool!”
<br>
This was unusual speak, even for Angela. I didn’t wait to
be asked twice and lunged for Angela, tongue outstretched.
I loved the taste of our combined cum cocktail and made no
bones about it.
<br>
<br>
Chapter 2
<br>
I beamed a smile at Angela, staring deep into her mysteriously
deep brown eyes. They harboured a passion I had not seen
in them before. Maybe it was the forbidden promise, which
was torturously, yet to be confirmed.
<br>
“Good boy!” she smiled, soon giving way to giggles as she
leant forward and licked the cum from my mouth, which had
smeared all over my face as I ate her sodden pussy with demented
passion.
<br>
“Your cum tastes nice doesn’t it!” she whispered in my ear,
despite our solitude in the walled pool enclosure.
<br>
“Actually, yes!” I nodded seriously, but with a twinkle
in my eyes.
<br>
We both burst out laughing at that and I pulled Angela back
into the pool for a now leisurely swim, allowing the cool
water to ease our smouldering bodies. The sun was relentless
in the Spanish sky and it continued to fuel our illicit desires.
<br>
Angela pulled her arms around my neck and her legs around
my hips.
<br>
“Uh…Adam?” Angela stuttered, clearly nervous for some
reason. I could get why and made her as at-ease as I could.
<br>
“Yes baby! What is it?” I smiled, holding Angela tighter
in my arms now and planting a kiss on her lips.
<br>
“Y-You know what we were talking about before…” Angela
tapered off as her eyes dropped from my fix.
<br>
“Yes”
<br>
“What do you really think about it?” Angela pressed, now
staring me down, as if searching for the words and the thoughts
within.
<br>
“It excites me. A lot!”
<br>
“Yes, it excites me a lot as well, but that’s different to
doing it isn’t it?!” she frowned. Was she talking herself
out of it?
<br>
“Listen baby. I love you with all my heart! You know that
I hope, but there, I said it again. For that matter, you’ll
hear me say it a lot more in the sixty odd years we have left
on this planet! I plan to relish every second. Before I met
you, I’d never been able to be truly honest about who I was
or what I wanted out of life…and sex! You are the only person
I want to be with, and I know neither of us will ever be unfaithful.
You know we’ve fed each others fantasies over the last three
years. Well, I haven’t regretted living out any of them!
You must understand that nothing we could do by way of sex
could ever dilute the power of the love I have for you. More
importantly though, I feel assured that everything I’ve
just said applies to you too, but feel free to correct me
if I’m wrong. There are some things I don’t want to take to
my grave thinking, why didn’t we just do it?
<br>
Now to the question you’re really asking. Can I handle you
being fucked by five other men? Don’t think I haven’t thought
about how six can be accommodated, or not. Even with one
cock in your mouth, pussy, arse and each hand, that’s only
five!”
<br>
Angela’s heart sank before my eyes. I took that as an assurance
that she was very keen indeed to live this fantasy out. Just
the answer I was looking for.
<br>
“Sweetheart! Don’t be downhearted! I’m not offering reservations,
but upping the stakes if you like!” I grinned cheekily.
<br>
“WHAT?!” Angela frowned, clearly confused.
<br>
“It would be nice, would it not, to take home more than memories
of the occasion? The sixth man could still contribute by
filming the big event! I know how much you played up in France
for that wet T-shirt competition when the camera’s showed
up! You really stepped it up a gear! FUCK you were AMAZING!”
I stared deep into Angela’s deep brown eyes seeking a response.
<br>
“Wow! A tape we could watch any time. None of that camera
on a tripod bollocks either! Mmmm! Double penetration,
and in close up. I’ve wanked to many a porno showing it, but
my arse?...Two cocks?…close up? Baby, you’re amazing!
I knew there was a reason I loved you so much!” Angela giggled.
<br>
“You love me because I’m a fucking pervert!” I kissed Angela
on the lips. I took that as an approval. We had only ever filmed
our own sordid exploits, but we’d only ever had a foursome
before and we were all kind of busy during that night and
never even thought of getting the camera out; something
I had mildly regretted since.
<br>
Angela seemed to take my little speech as approval from
me and she squeezed my neck tightly, pulling her head into
the nape of my neck and biting my shoulder.
<br>
“I love you with my entire heart baby!” Angela whispered
in my ear, with more than a degree of heavy breathing thrown
in. She was clearly very excitable at the moment.
<br>
“I love you too sweetheart!”
<br>
Our first night was fairly quiet with a few drinks and a snack
in the local tapas bar. No more was said on the subject of
fantasies. We spent the whole night feeding each other
little snacks and sipping cold Nastro until closing time,
but we resisted the temptation for a dance at the local club
and walked home, wrapped in each others arms.
<br>
“Bloody hell! Its hotter in here than it is outside!” Angela
gasped as she opened the door to our villa and stepped inside.
<br>
Luckily, I found a novel contraption; a hand-held water
squirter with a fan on the nozzle. We quickly found relief
on our faces as the cool mist tempered the hot air that clouded
our minds.
<br>
Angela quickly stripped naked and slumped on the sofa,
offering me to spray her all over. As I dampened her soft
skin, starting at her neck and working my way down to her
chest, her nipples stiffened and protruded with pleasure
and from the sudden change in temperature. I resisted jumping
on her, but continued to work my way down her flat tummy and
onto her pelvic area. Angela obediently spread her legs
wide and raised her eyebrows, inviting me to cool her clearly
hot and now moist pussy. I obliged and Angela threw her head
back with ecstasy. I didn’t expect such a dramatic reaction,
but continued spraying her pussy as she pulled her plump
lips apart for me.
<br>
“Fuck me!” she pressed.
<br>
“No! Me first!” I grinned as I pulled my shorts down to reveal
the stiff cock I was struggling to contain. Angela frowned,
but obediently removed my T-shirt and pushed me back on
the sofa as she got to her knees in front of me.
<br>
I could understand Angela’s reaction as she quickly made
her way down my body to my cock. And sprayed my swollen head
and down my thick shaft to my balls and arsehole. I closed
my eyes to relish the unfamiliar sensations, but they snapped
open when I felt Angela’s lips fasten around my bulbous
head and suck hard.
<br>
“FUCK ME! NOW!” Angela demanded and I could resist no longer.
<br>
I picked her off the floor and threw her roughly onto the
sofa before grabbing her ankles and holding her pelvis
off the cushions so her pussy was at dick-height as I stood,
proudly before her.
<br>
Angela franticly grasped my solid shaft and gripped it
hard as she guided it into her wet pussy. It slid in easily,
but her insides gripped my cock tightly as always. It was
amazing that her toned body would so easily recover from
sex and resume its tight grip so soon after.
<br>
I fucked Angela that night as hard as I had ever done, her
eyes staying fixed shut the whole time. I knew her fantasy
had taken hold of her again and I spun her onto her knees to
help her avoid eye contact and lose herself in her sordid
mind.
<br>
As I drove my thick shaft deeper and harder into Angela’s
sopping cunt, I toyed with her arsehole. It pouted at me,
always an indication that she was relaxing her hole for
imminent penetration. I slipped my thumb in to the knuckle
and used her arse as purchase to pull her backside harder
onto me as I rammed myself into her.
<br>
Gina groaned louder as she sucked on three of her own fingers,
lost in a world of carnal desire and wanton hedonism.
<br>
“FUCK ME…FUCK ME…IN THE…FUCK ME UP IN MY ARSE!” Angela panted
loudly and seemingly desperately.
I quickly pulled out of Angela’s dripping cunt and used
my cum-drenched cock to moisten her taboo hole. I pressed
gently against her puckered golden star and she slowly
gave way to the pressure. Angela was impatient like she
has never been to be shafted in her arse and grabbed my thighs
behind her back and rammed me into her.
<br>
Angela’s back arched as she let out a whimper of pain. She
always loved a little sexual pain, but never to this extent
before. I asked for no further assurance as to her desires
and grabbed her shoulders, giving me the drive I needed
to pound her arsehole, even before it had been able to relax
around my thick pole. Her sphincter was getting pulled
right out and buried deep as I buggered her with disregard
and ferocious lust.
<br>
Then I felt the knuckles of three fingers massage my cock
through Angela’s flesh as they were pressed deep into her
cunt and I struggled to contain my pending orgasm.
<br>
“I’m C-C-CUMMING!!!!” Angela wailed as her petite body
bucked under me from the relentless double-fucking we
both contributed towards.
<br>
I felt Angela’s sphincter contract hard as wave after wave
seemed to surge through her body. The powerful grip of her
ring-piece had actually subsided my need to cum and I continued
to fuck her arse deeper and harder as her whole body went
limp in front of me. I had to hold her up by her hips as every
thrust pumped another grunt of life out of Angela’s wilting
body.
<br>
With a flash of inspiration, I wrapped my arms around Angela
and lifted her off the sofa, walking her to the bedroom,
still anally-skewered on my solid cock. Her handbag was
on the bed where we left it that afternoon and I sat next to
it, facing the mirrored wardrobe opposite.
<br>
“I can’t take any more!” Angela whimpered in my ear as her
head fell back on my chest. “Please stop!”
<br>
“I’m not done with YOU yet!” I growled and held her head forcibly
towards the mirror and pulled her legs apart with mine.
This was actually the first time Gina had been offered this
view.
<br>
“Mmmm! Looks Niiiice!” Angela grinned as her hand glided
down her chest and back to her wet pussy.
<br>
As Angela sat, dead weight on my cock, only my balls were
visible from her vice-like derriere, her pussy still gaped
open from her finger-fucking. She dug deep in her energy
banks and lifted herself slowly up on her feet, her stare
fixed on herself as my glistening shaft pulled on her sphincter
as she released it from her pert backside.
<br>
Angela recovered quickly thanks to this view and was soon
bouncing up and down on my impaler, taking my entire length
up her arse, now longer and harder than before. Angela’s
eyes opened wide as she realized why we were there. She reached
into her bag, pulled from it the thicker of her fake cocks
and rubbed it viscously over her swollen clit and down between
her legs. With the third stroke, she planted it into her
soaking pussy and drove it home with her palm. Her jaw dropped
and her eyes were in danger of popping out as her arse again
began to squeeze my shaft.
<br>
A look of Anger came over Angela and she gripped the base
of the cock and started stabbing herself with it.
<br>
“Fuck me in the arse you dirty CUNT!” Angela growled as she
lifted her arse off the bed, relinquishing her control
as to the pace and power of her anal fucking, while she ploughed
her cunt as hard as she could. I responded by ramming my cock
so hard into her gaped arsehole that my balls slapped the
back of her hand.
<br>
We fucked like rutting stags and Angela relished the view
of the relentless double-fucking she was being subjected
to, now unable to close her eyes or release her stare from
her wide-open cunt as she pulled the cock right out and forced
it home, deeper and harder.
<br>
We both knew that Angela’s next orgasm would be accompanied
by mine as my cock swelled further than I ever remember.
<br>
“CUM ON ME!” Angela bellowed as she lifted herself off of
my fuck-pole and threw herself on the bed next to me.
<br>
I scrambled to my feet and stood proud, looming over her
as we wanked ourselves to our final crescendo. Angela pulled
the cock from her squelching cunt and held herself open,
lifting her back off the bed by her feet.
<br>
The sight of Angela’s gaped cunt and arse were too much for
my cock and I gave way to my mind-shattering orgasm. As the
first jet of hot cum splashed onto Angela’s clit and pussy,
her fingers were reduced to a blur over her swollen bud.
The second bolt was lost deep in her pussy hole and the third
drenched her open sphincter.
<br>
“FUUUUUCK!” Angela wailed as she was engulfed in jet after
jet after jet of cum and her ever-surging climax. I was presented
with the whites of her eyes as her body gave way and she lost
the power of speech. Her crotch red and swollen, Angela
collapsed and curled up tightly, holding herself and shaking
violently.
<br>
I cuddled up behind her and wrapped my arms around her.
<br>
“I love you baby!” I whispered in her ear, my loving tone
in complete contrast to the near violent behaviour just
passed.
<br>
We fell asleep and didn’t wake until morning. I stirred
slowly as I felt the hot sun already peeking its head through
our open window and heating my back.
<br>
I still had Angela in my arms as when we drifted into our deep
sleep. I kissed the nape and back of her neck, which was accompanied
by sleepy but responsive groans from my love.
<br>
“Morning sweetheart!” I whispered in her ear.
<br>
“Mmmmm! Morning baby!” Angela yawned. She woke quickly
though, as did I and I could feel her arm moving in a sense
that her hand must have been going southwards.
<br>
“My pussy is feeling very used this morning baby!” Angela
giggled as she leant over her shoulder and kissed me on the
lips. “My arse feels alright though! Surprising! You fucked
me so damn hard last night baby, I thought you were gonna
split me right in two! I’m sooo glad you didn’t stop when
I asked you to!” she grinned and pulled me closer in behind
her.
<br>
“Yeah! It’s cool sometimes to do something like that. I
love the way I know when you need more, in some way, even though
you were saying no. Does that make sense?” I frowned.
<br>
“Crystal!” Angela giggled. We should have an out word though!”
<br>
“What, like for when no, really means no!”
<br>
“Yeah!”
<br>
“Actually, I watched a program about this once. RED, seemed
to crop up a lot.”
<br>
“Red sounds good to me!” Angela paused, and then giggled
uncontrollably.
<br>
“What?!” I chucked.
<br>
“Couldn’t be black, could it! Imagine it, I’ve got some
thick black cock stuffed up in my cunt and I’m shouting BLACK!
BLACK! Well, he might get angry and fuck me harder, so that
just wouldn’t do, would it?!” Angela raised her eyebrows
as she continued to lean over her shoulder at me.
<br>
“You’re a fucking lunatic! But that’s why I love you so much
baby!” I chuckled and held her tight in my arms. “Would you
have used it last night, Red I mean, instead of no?”
<br>
“No, I really wanted you to react like that! I wanted you
to be disrespectful! I was practically hurting myself
for fuck sake! “By the way, Adam?”
<br>
“Yes my love”
<br>
“What were you thinking last night, when you were doing
those things to me?”
<br>
“That you were in Training! And what a perfect slut you will
make!” I joked, not really taking my response too seriously.
<br>
Angela leered over her shoulders at me, showing no emotion
this time. I sensed I might have said too much. Then, without
warning, she had spun me onto my back and was holding my wrists
tightly as she sat full weight on my tummy.
<br>
“So, you think I’m a dirty little slut do you?!” Angela was
now staring into my eyes with pure rage, but for a twinkle
of laughter deep inside.
<br>
With great speed, Angela whipped up a couple of previously
planted wraps and bound my wrists to the corner posts of
the bed. My cock grew to full size in no time in anticipation,
but Angela didn’t jump on me.
<br>
“I’m going for a shower! You can think about what you said!”
Angela grinned and walked out.
<br>
I could here her unmistakable half-humming, half-singing
as the splashing water cooled her skin and the sun scorched
mine. I was in agony. I was thinking about what I’d said,
but it just made matters worse. I couldn’t even touch it,
despite the whirlwind of desire whipping up in my head.
<br>
I heard the shower stop and Angela almost immediately appeared
in the door.
<br>
“That shower is so nice and cold!” she smiled, still dripping
wet. “Oh! You must be quite warm! Hot even?!”
<br>
I was indeed, but could only manage a nod as my eyes were fixated
on the body I couldn’t shift from my mind. Angela climbed
onto the bed and torturously allowed cold water to drip
onto my hot skin, then span round and presented her derrière
just out of licking reach even if I stretched, which of course,
I did.
<br>
Then, without warning, Angela thrust her pussy down onto
my face, my nose quickly nestling into her wet pussy, with
just a small opening out of the corner of my mouth to breath
as Angela’s juices began to flow down my nose and smear on
my cheeks.
<br>
Angela must have felt my breath on her thigh, because she
stood up, staring down at me.
<br>
“Did I tell you that you could breath?!” she scowled.
<br>
My eyes were wide open. I shook my head slowly, not knowing
how to behave suddenly. Angela had never been this way with
me before, but I assumed this was her response to my behaviour
the previous evening, which was equally out of the ordinary.
<br>
Then I felt a harsh sting on my face. I didn’t even see her
hand move, and then it was in my ears, ringing, the slap soon
punched stars into my eyes and everything went a little
dark. Then she was on me again, this time Angela opened her
pussy lips to close them around my mouth, rendering my nose
buried and my lips airtight. I couldn’t breath. On the upside,
I could still smell the sweetest pussy in the world.
<br>
The starvation seemed to go on for some time and I instinctively
gasped for air as Angela relinquished her smothering.
Then she was down again, before I could close my mouth.
<br>
“LICK IT!” she barked, so I did, with all the enthusiasm
I could muster, flicking the tip of my tongue wildly across
Angela’s clit.
“POKE IT!” she ordered again, as she pumped herself down
onto my outstretched tongue. I obediently probed the tight
pussy hole and licked her G-Spot with the tip.
<br>
“Yeah! Work me with your snake tongue you dirty fucker!”
Angela growled, then I moved to her clit, hoping that breathing
would be easier.
<br>
Then Angela got up again and administered another harsh
slap.
<br>
“I said POKE IT!” and she sat down again, harder than before
and driving my tongue deeper into her, my nose now teasing
Angela’s back door slightly ajar. She bounced on my face
caring little for my wellbeing, then sitting full weight
on me again, starving me of oxygen as she force-fed me her
cunt.
<br>
This time, Angela sat on me for longer than I would have chosen
and I gasped for my life when she finally released my tongue
and nose from her holes.
<br>
“RED!” I choked as I gasped for air, starved for much longer
than was comfortable, my heart pounding in my chest, then
everything came over a little dark.
<br>
“That’s no fucking good!” Angela shook her head. “Less
than two minutes after we agree an out word and you’re offering
it to me!! That won’t do at all!”
<br>
Angela did climb off my face though and walked, slowly around
the bed until she was stood at my feet, rubbing her hand on
her chin.
<br>
“You think you can stretch my arsehole and then shy away
from a bit of pain do you?!” Angela smiled with menace in
her eyes. “Maybe I need to show you some pain, you nasty bastard!
What do you think you can just use me for fucking and not let
me have my fun?! Is that it?!”
<br>
I couldn’t quite tell how serious she was being and, to be
honest, Angela had me feeling a little guilty now…guilty
and very horny. I really didn’t know how to feel. “No bu…”

<br>
“SHUT UP!” Angela snarled as she spanked my still erect
cock.
<br>
“Aaarrghh!” I yelped as my balls retracted into my chest.
<br>
“Lift your feet!” was a command I quickly obliged, hoping
that my cock would be out of her reach. This was the first
time in three years that thought had crossed my mind.
<br>
Angela grabbed my feet and hooked them under my arms so that
my arse was left elevated and exposed to my temporary dominatrix.
<br>
“You give me one good reason why I shouldn’t rip your arse
open like you did mine?!” Angela raised her eyebrows, but
no smile.
<br>
I couldn’t give her a reason and did my best to shrug my shoulders.
<br>
“Did you leave your tongue in my pussy boy?!” Angela frowned
and thrust her outstretched palm across my arse, then again
on the other side. The pain was significant, but my cock
continued to twitch as it pointed now at my face.
<br>
“Oh, that hurts baby!” this time being conscious not to
say the Red word. Actually, because I liked it. We hadn’t
had chance to use the whips that Angela had bought, but I
imagined it would be quite nice. Then, to my dismay, Angela
reached under the bed and produced it, brandishing the
handle and stroking the thin leather strips with pure menace
in her eyes.
<br>
“But I thought that had been…” CRACK! The sound rang in my
ears as the surge of pain pulsed up my spine.
<br>
“I lied! Sadly not about the cuffs!” Angela snarled and
administered another harsh crack of the cat-o-nine-tails
across the width of my reddening backside. A wry smile appeared
across her face and she lined up the whip, pulled back and
cracked the whip directly onto my arsehole.
<br>
All I could do was whimper as the pain now shot up my cock with
a twitch.
<br>
“Your arsehole is soooo red now, bitch! What colour is it?”
<br>
I shook my head, not wanting to say the word. Partly because
I liked it, partly because I didn’t want to fall into her
obvious trap and give her reason to take it beyond my comfort
level.
<br>
“You want more huh?! Maybe you’re in training boy! Ever
thought of that?...SLUT?!” Angela growled as she delivered
another harsh blow to my stinging arsehole.
<br>
Without thinking, I had already nodded, wondering how
much I could take before Red WAS necessary. However, I didn’t
foresee what came next as Angela gripped my arse cheeks
and yanked them apart, exposing my stretched arsehole
to her. I winced as the skin reached its stretch-limit and
Angela spat violently on my arsehole before releasing
my skin and plunging two fingers deep into my hole.
<br>
I gasped, but was surprised that it wasn’t bad at all. Angela
twisted and thrust her fingers into me until I could feel
her knuckles pressing on my stretched sphincter.
<br>
“Now you can be my dirty little cock-slut, BITCH!” Angela
snarled as she pumped her fingers into my hole harder and
faster, and then pressing hard on my G-Spot with her finger
tips.
<br>
“Cat got your tongue boy? Say it!”
<br>
“No!”
<br>
“You want more, huh? Angela chuckled and yanked her fingers
from my arsehole, spitting on me again before plunging
three digits into my arsehole.
<br>
“SAY IT, BITCH!”
<br>
I yelped with pain and pleasure as my arsehole was ripped
open with Angela’s rough finger-fucking. I gripped her
fingers tightly as she delivered a firm spank, then a second
on either cheek of my arse before resuming her arse fucking.
“What had I created?!” I thought to myself as I opened my
eyes and fixed my stare on hers.
<br>
I’m gonna make you come now slut, whether you like it or not.
You don’t get my cunt, not today. Not until…Ibiza!” Angela
chuckled menacingly as she pressed hard on my G-Spot with
her three fingers, buried knuckle-deep in my arse.
<br>
My arse felt so used as Angela ploughed my butt, forcing
a twitching in my rigid cock as she groped my sensitive prostate.
As she did so, she gripped the shaft of my cock between my
legs and squeezed tightly.
<br>
“Your sooo hard, bitch! You love being my little cock-slut
don’t you?”
<br>
I couldn’t respond, my eyes wide open and panting heavily
but, as my fiancé gaped my arse wider with a forth finger
all I could do was gasp, now unable to yelp. It felt so nasty,
so wrong, and so very right.
<br>
As Angela massaged my G-Spot, I could feel the strangest
orgasm rising up in me. It came from no place I had felt before.
Not the usual by a long way, but it would be huge, I could sense
it. Angela knew it too and she grinned as she pointed the
head of my cock at my face.
<br>
“Now it’s your turn, for all the times you fucked my face
and I swallowed your cum. Now you’re gonna take a load in
the face, slut!”
<br>
My pants now turned into yawning gasps as a thundering orgasm
rose up from the depths of my bowels and surged through my
entire body before and, like a waterfall, plunged down
to my pelvis and my sphincter pinched Angela’s hand, sucking
her knuckles into me as a jet of cum hit me across my creek.
<br>
“OPEN! BITCH!” Angela commanded as a second jet hit the
back of my throat, then a third and a fourth all filled my
mouth with my own hot, sticky cum. It continued to shoot
from my cock and coated my chin, neck and chest as my orgasm
gradually retreated and my feet were released from their
hold.
<br>
“Swallow!” Angela growled as she sensed I hadn’t swallowed
all that was in my mouth.
<br>
I obliged and gulped, allowing the salty muck to coat my
throat on the way down to my stomach.
<br>
“You’re a mess! Go take a shower!” Angela ordered as she
whipped the restraints from my wrists and left the room,
wiggling her pert backside at me as she walked through the
door.
<br>
“RED!” I shouted with a chuckle as I made my way to the adjacent
bathroom to clean myself up. I WAS a mess!
<br>
“Cup of tea baby?” I heard Angela shout from the kitchen
as I tested the water.
<br>
“Yes please my love!” I replied as if this was just any morning.
<br>
“I LOVE YOU BABY!” Angela continued, completely herself
again now as I stepped into the shower, giggling to myself.
<br>
We continued our day as normal people do on holiday and spoke
not of the morning passed as we drove down to the beach to
catch some sun.
<br>
“Shall we be a bit daring this morning?” Angela smiled as
we approached the entrance to the car park and drove past.
<br>
“Baby, you just drove past the main…”
<br>
“Yes, I know” Angela interrupted with a smile.
<br>
“But the only place down here is the nu…”
<br>
“I KNOW!” Angela a little frustrated that I hadn’t guessed
where we were heading. Then I realised. We were driving
to the adjacent nudist section of the beach, populated
mostly by plump, tanned locals. I loved skinny dipping.
It felt so free to swim naked, but never before had I gone
publicly nude. I was nervous.
<br>
“Come on! I’ve got a lot more to hide than you!”
<br>
“THANKS!” I chuckled, deciding at that moment to let Angela
lead the way. I had fancied it on previous trips here, but
Angela was never up for it and that kind of added to my nervousness
in the past. It was somehow easier as it wasn’t my suggestion.
As we parked the car, I pondered as to why today. Maybe Angela
wanted to maintain her all-over tan for our big trip, maybe
she wanted to tease me further. I didn’t much care, but I
did start to get a little excited at the thought of all those
men watching her amongst the throws of plump Spanish women
that lived locally.
<br>
We got to the beach, found a nice spot just by the sea and I
looked around as Angela nonchalantly removed her top exposing
her pert breasts to the world. I removed my T-shirt and sat
on the towel, composing myself for the big one. As I sat,
Angela undid her shorts and pulled them to her ankles with
straight legs. I was astonished to

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