Sex with two men can only be surpassed by hardcore sex with two men, and that's exactly what I have now.
2 part of - Obey!..and I'll allow you to serve me again. | XNXX Adult Forum
The week dragged on agonizingly slowly.
Torn between the fear that the day in question would come and the need to have that day already behind me, I could hardly concentrate on anything.
Half the time convinced that there was no way I was going there to be humiliated and an insatiable curiosity about what it would be like to do it.
My nights were full of wild dreams of an altar on which I would be presented and of sex with different partners, sometimes several at the same time. After waking up, I felt sore, but I still masturbated every time to chase away the images of the dreams.
Or perhaps to relive them.
The closer Saturday came, the more paranoid I became.
I felt like I was being watched, and couldn't sleep well anymore. I wondered what would happen if I didn't go to the grove. Would it all go away? Would I be able to function normally again?
The comparison to a drug addict waiting for the next fix didn't appeal to me at all, but it was an obvious one. Angry with myself, I asked myself what I actually wanted from this man.
Did I want to feel his big paw around my wrists painfully and not be able to free myself?
Yes, oh heavens, yes!
Did I want him to do more than just fuck me hard and then cum on my ass?
Yes, clearly I wanted more.
Was I ready to hand myself over to a stranger without knowing how dangerous he really was?
Yes, that's what I wanted most of all.
On Saturday morning, there was no decision I had to make, wanted to make, or could make. I would go.
Only the fear of what would happen if he wasn't there wouldn't leave me.
The square where the medieval market had taken place last week lay empty in front of me. Only now had I realized that I didn't even know where I was supposed to meet my tormentor. Would I have no trouble finding the tree?
Of course, I had been drawn here all week. Also just to see if I could find the spot again, but of course also to see if there was any activity there on other days.
In my stupidity, I didn't know what I would have done if I had seen someone there, but curiosity ate me alive.
I realized I was there too early, but I wanted to take a good look at the site of the future event. I found the tree, and the memories flooded my mind.
Once again, I recalled the moment when my pain had turned to pleasure and realized that the memory had faded. Just like the pain in my abdomen and my pussy roughened by his thrusts.
I wanted it again, had to have it again!
I would have it!
For my blindfold, I chose a crimson silk scarf that I loved to wear. Whatever happened, it would remind me of it later. Good or bad.
My long skirt tickled my bare legs with every breeze, and my pussy couldn't get my panties wet because I wasn't wearing any.
I was prepared but felt ridiculous and humiliated already.
Nevertheless, I tied the blindfold and stood in front of the tree so that my knees were almost touching it. I needed a link to reality in the reddish darkness that was now my field of vision.
Then I waited and listened.
I heard rustling leaves, footsteps. But they were somehow irregular. They stopped briefly and then came closer. I wondered whether it was my tormentor or whether someone was walking past by chance, and I was making a complete fool of myself.
The footsteps stopped just behind me, and I recognized his voice.
"Take off your skirt and get on your knees." The sound of his voice made my body tremble in anticipation. I gathered my skirt to lift it up but his voice stopped me.
"I said take it off, don't pull it up."
That was more than awkward. If I took my skirt off, I would be kneeling in the middle of the forest in just my blouse and no underwear. What would happen if someone did come by, or if they took my skirt and just left? I thought about how I could avoid this situation, but I immediately realized the futility of such an undertaking.
I dropped my skirt to the ground, climbed out the back, and lifted it up to put it on the tree. It was taken out of my hand.
Panic flooded my senses; instinctively, my hand reached in the direction the skirt had been pulled from my fingers, but there was nothing there.
I reached into the void.
In my panic, I listened to the sounds to see if I could hear any more footsteps, but there was nothing.
And still, the air around me didn't feel right.
I knelt down, leaning on the fallen tree. At least the tree felt right.
"Get away from the tree, turn to the side." I move slightly away from the tree and turn 90°.
I remember this moment very clearly and everything that followed is as if I were reliving it again and again and if it would happen now and here:
"Nice scarf," he says and stands in front of me. "Would you like it if I strangled you with it?" I don't say anything because my throat is already tight. I don't know what he wants to hear either, so I wait.
I hear him come very close and stand directly in front of me. Then he grabs my head and pushes it into his crotch.
Very firmly.
The fabric of his pants scratches my cheeks as he moves my face back and forth.
"You want that, whore. Isn't that right?" I don't even dare nod. Yes, I really want it. I hear the zipper of his trousers being pulled open right in front of my face.
"Open your mouth," he commands me, and I obey. Then nothing happens.
Is he thinking?
I kneel there with my mouth open in anticipation of his cock and know that I'm about to swallow because my mouth is filling with my spit. I try to prevent it, but the impulse comes instinctively, and I swallow.
A slap in the face. Not strong, but effective. It makes me hot, wet, and extremely aroused.
My chin is grabbed, and my head is bent backwards. Then I feel two fingers on my cheeks, opening my mouth like a dog that doesn't want to swallow pills.
"You swallow when I tell you whore. You'll get enough of that today." Gets my head up and my mouth open. Then I hear a noise, and I know he's going to spit in my mouth.
I try to wriggle out of his hands, but it's impossible. I grab his wrists and try to free myself. The grip doesn't loosen a bit.
That's enough for me here! He spits noisily into my open mouth. He grabs me by the hair and bends my head even further back.
"Don't swallow, cunt. I'll tell you when to swallow."
My anger and disgust want to rip my head out of his hands and spit the contents of my mouth in his face, or at least onto his hard cock.
I regret coming here at that moment and want to leave. My fingernails dig deep into his skin, and I scratch furiously over his forearms.
He laughs.
I swallow.
The slap that hits my left cheek is stronger than the slap, which was probably just a warning.
I would have fallen on my side if it wasn't for the tree I can lean on and his hand in my hair.
He grabs my face again and spits into my mouth again.
"If you swallow, it'll set again," he says above me, and I remain open-mouthed.
Why did I actually swallow? I didn't have to yet.
Did I want him to hit me? Did it excite me even more?
I don't know. I did it because my mind was only focused on fucking.
Startled by my own reactions, I stopped scratching and held on to his wrists to stop my body from shaking.
The swallowing reflex is approaching again, and I know I won't be able to hold it off for long. I brace myself for the next blow that will inevitably come.
I imagine myself kneeling there on the forest floor in front of him, blindfolded, mouth open, waiting for his mercy.
"Stick out your tongue," he orders, and I do it with difficulty because the swallowing reflex is now almost impossible to stop. He spits on my tongue.
"Now you can swallow, cunt. Take your clothes off." That's not a request.
I swallow and quickly take off my blouse and bra.
I'm still angry, so angry that I can't stop now. I'm not going to run away crying.
I'm staying!
Am I afraid he won't let me go? Not until he's had his fun with me?
Good for me!
For my endless stupidity in coming here, I deserve nothing less!
Everything else he does to me is my own fault!
Next time, I'll stay home with my stupid ass. That will teach me a lesson!
The pleasant forest air cools my aroused skin. I feel his hands on my breasts, and his fingers pinch my nipples. It feels wonderful. He squeezes harder and harder, and the pain goes down into my stomach, making my pussy all wet with pleasure.
My nipples are sensitive and are now probably all red and swollen. His cock keeps touching my face when he moves. But I don't dare reach for him.
He pinches my nipples again, and I squirm in pain.
"Open your mouth," he says, and I open my lips.
His cock drives into my mouth and deep into my throat. I move backwards as his cock threatens to cut off my air. I remember how big it felt in my pussy and I'm worried about what's about to happen.
It will happen exactly what has to happen now, idiot!Says the voice in my head. You asked for it!
He grabs my head with both hands, and I hold on to his hairy thighs for at least a little support. If he seriously hurts me, I'll rip his balls off.
On the other hand, I've always wanted to try it. It's very exciting to feel the cock so close to my throat and to know that it can penetrate much deeper.
How will it feel? Can I take it? I try to relax and breathe deeply through my nose.
Apparently he tests my gag reflex because his cock goes deep into my throat and out again. Every time he reaches my gullet, I want to swallow, and he moans.
He seems to like it.
I like it in any case, and the next time he pushes in, I don't press against his legs in panic but let him come and move my body so that he has better access.
His cock stays in my throat longer and longer, and I imagine what it would be like if he came directly into my stomach while my lungs scream for air.
Tears are streaming down my face, and my mouth is full of spit. It tastes like pre-cum but I don't get a chance to swallow because I'm already struggling hard for air.
If he wants to come in my throat, he'd better let me breathe in once.
I want it; it excites me, and it's such a challenge for my body that I want to feel it for a long time.
But let me breathe in, you fucking idiot!!! I scream at him inside my head because there's no other way, and I try to push him away.
"Yes, cunt, fight, it only makes me hotter." My senses are slowly fading but the words make my anger flare up again.
I reach for his scrotum with my right hand. I'm going to show the bastard what hurts!
Instead of fighting back, he presses his hard cock even deeper into my throat, and my eyes go black.
Then I feel something incredible, and the pieces of the puzzle suddenly fall into place.
Before I pass out, strong hands grab my wrists and pull them onto my back. The cock slips out of my throat, and I cough heavily, trying to catch my breath.
That's what I felt from the start!!!
We are not alone!
The air felt wrong!
The light breeze reached my body irregularly because someone was shielding me!
Metallic clicking in my back confirms my expectations as cold metal closes around my wrists.
Panic rises in me again as hands wander over my waist, my stomach, to my breasts and squeeze my nipples. The pain sobers me a little, as does the fact that the other man is not trying to choke me further. He fucks my mouth, and I automatically start sucking.
It's nice, but I hope he'll come deep into my throat when the time comes.
I want to experience it, just once. And with him, I have the opportunity.
I'm struggling to keep my balance. The other one feels my pussy, which is already really wet, and spreads my legs. I'm almost sitting on my heels.
Then one of my dearest wishes is fulfilled.
The man behind me pushes his pelvis under me, pulls me onto his lap, and penetrates me from below.
I stop sucking and moan because the feeling is incredible.
He is much bigger than me and holds me on his lap like a doll while he fucks me from below. One hand around my waist, the other on my breasts, he pulls me towards him while the other comes closer and continues to fuck my mouth.
I can't describe the feeling.
It was worth it!
No matter what happens now, I've fulfilled a dream.
Sex with two men can only be surpassed by hardcore sex with two men, and that's exactly what I have now.
My mouth sucks like crazy on one man's long cock while my pussy milks the other. I must be a beautiful sight with my blindfold on and my hands tied behind my back.
I try to push my chest into the hand of the man holding me because I know that the next pain will be my climax.
He does me a favor and squeezes hard.
The orgasm explodes in my body, which has been aroused for so long, and I'm glad that I'm being held. He squeezes again and fucks me hard. He must feel me coming, and makes it even better for me. His hand wanders over my stomach to my pussy, and he massages my clit.
I don't want any more! It's so strong and won't let up.
My mouth is just being fucked because I have no control over my body right now.
As the earthquake inside me slowly subsides, I hear the man above me moaning loudly, and his grip on my head tightens.
I try to leave my orgasm behind me because I hope what I am waiting for will happen right now.
I would love to have my hands free and pull his pelvis towards me so that he knows that I want it too.
But you can't have everything in life. It would be too boring.
He fucks my mouth more slowly, but deeper and deeper. I try to store as much air in my lungs as possible and suck on him hard.
He moans, and then he sticks his huge cock into me up to his balls.
He stays in my throat, and I let him because it's an incredible feeling.
I know he's almost cumming, and he can't stand it there motionless. When I feel his cock leave my throat, I prepare to catch my breath immediately.
I won't have much time. I've already learned that today.
"Fuck, yeah," he says as he pulls his cock out to thrust again. This is my chance, and I take it.
I gasp for air and swallow a full lungful.
"Fuck!" he moans again, and the first load of cum lands in my mouth. But he doesn't want to let the opportunity pass, because immediately afterwards he pushes his pulsating cock deep down my throat. He pumps and pumps and pumps, and the feeling in my body is like a throat orgasm.
My throat tries to swallow, and he is now shouting something unintelligible above me.
A noise that barely sounds human.
Then I can breathe again and wonder why I'm not coughing or inhaling in panic. Maybe it didn't last as long as it felt. Maybe it was just so intense that it felt like minutes to me.
The man beneath me speeds up as I suck the cock in my mouth clean. I'm so excited and so satisfied.
It was a good decision to come here.
The cock disappears from my mouth, and I'm pushed forward. Someone undoes my handcuffs, and I can support myself with my hands on the floor.
I'd love to take the blindfold off now, but that would only ruin everything.
I stretch my back and enjoy his hard thrusts. Yes, he's about to come, he deserves it.
I moan with delight as I hear him groan. Then he holds my waist, his big hands can almost completely enclose me, and he comes violently inside me. My pussy surrounds him with all its might, and it feels fantastic.
I let him continue pumping and moaning and think again about what an incredibly beautiful sight we must offer here in the great outdoors with our unbridled lust.
I can feel it dripping out of me, and I'm sure my pussy has decided to let the juices run free again when I realize that it can't be.
It's far too much!
It's flowing down my pussy, down my legs in rivulets.
When I realize what's happening, I can't believe it.
He's actually doing it! He's pissing inside me!
My orgasm is so intense that he has to hold me down again to keep me in place.
It's so wonderful, so fulfilling, and so sexy.
I pump the hot liquid out of me, and hate that I'm not allowed to watch. My thighs are all wet, and there's a puddle of urine underneath me.
I can't move, I don't even want to move when I hear the words: "Don't move.".
I am exactly where I want to be.
Moving is not an option.
Then I hear two people walking away.
This time I'm not surprised by the irregular footsteps. Now I know what they mean.