And the buildup was so simple, so direct, and yet you still got tingles when his hands went around your waist. There are no complications here, if we exclude your emotional baggage, so yes, the thrill of the chase may be missing, but this might actually grow into something that’s real, something you can keep and not have to return at the end of each night. And if it doesn’t, there’s no harm done, and a damn good fucking had.

Because it was New Year’s, and because we were in a beach town, it was far too hot to sleep. I heard the breathing of the boys in the room slow down, and one started snoring, but I was pretty sure that the boy next to me wasn’t asleep. I was also pretty sure that his hand was snaking over to my side of the bed, softly drawing circles on my back. Was it on purpose? Was he really touching me? Did I want this to happen with the other boys in the room, or even at all?

I wanted to be sure, so pretending to stretch, I wriggled a little closer to his side of the bed. The hand stroking me was now unmistakeable. I rolled over and took his hand. There was a minute’s pause, a realisation that this was something that was happening before he started to stroke my arm again, and I reached out to touch him as well. His hands slipped up under my tshirt, found me braless, squeezed my breasts. I tugged lightly at his nipples, my arm grazing the top of his boxer shorts. I wasn’t sure how far he wanted this to go but he moved my hand down and I felt how hard his cock already was. His body went stiff as I took it in my hands, and then shook with the effort of keeping totally silent as my hand moved faster and faster. I could feel how much he was straining as he came in my hands, shaking and almost choking from trying not to cry out. I kissed him on his forehead, wiped my hand off on his shorts, rolled over and went to sleep. It was New Year’s, after all.

I know you prefer to play the sub, but you, on top of me, holding me down, pinning me to the bed, hands held above my head, cock thrusting into me, dominate me like that, please. Make me come half a dozen times with your fingers, lick me to orgasm more and again and again. Treat me like I am your dirty little fucktoy, because of course, I am, I could never be anything more.

Half the fun for me (well, maybe a 20th of it at least) was in the preparation. Knowing that he’d mentioned having his cock tied up, I discovered that CBT is not just Computer-Based Training, or indeed Cognitive Behaviour Therapy – it can all be Cock & Ball Torture. You learn something new every day! I managed to find this extremely NSFW step-by-step pictorial guide though, which came in handy (almost literally) before I had a chance to do the full routine on an earlier occasion when I was squeezing someone’s balls and was a little alarmed about how separate and jumpy-aparty each ball in its sack is. And the ballholder didn’t seem to have any problems with it either. Anatomy is strange.

Another area that I had to prepare myself in was my outfit. Obviously a corset, a riding crop and ridiculous platform heels would all be in order, but because I felt like I was playing a role, I added in a wig and a mask.

I laid out all the tools that I would be working with – scarves around the bed posts, a coil of cord for the CBT (and a pair of nail scissors in case it all went horribly wrong and needed to be cut off in a hurry), a blindfold, feathers, an ice bucket, a pot of hot tea, some feathers, my vibrator, some lube and there would have been a box of latex gloves if I hadn’t decided that that would just be creepy.

Then I put on my serious face, and set up a playlist to reflect my sternness. The gentleman caller arrived late, in need of punishment already, obviously, to find me angrily thwacking my riding crop across my gloved palms. He said “I’m going to like this” and I told him to shut his fucking mouth, stepped away from his kiss and ordered him to take off his clothes.

As soon as he was naked, already half hard, with me loving that I was still fully if somewhat ridiculously dressed, reinforcing my power, I smacked him really lightly on the ass, sat down on my bed, spread my legs and told him to eat my fucking pussy. He dived right in gleefully, and as I was pushed back on the bed, I realised the problem with the wig and the mask, because I constantly had to readjust them. Meanwhile his tongue curling around my clit, slipping around my cunt was starting to make me feel like I was losing control of the situation, even though I was holding his head fast in place, so I declared that he was enjoying it too much, and pulled him to his feet, then pushed him onto the bed.

He didn’t even pretend to struggle as I spread his arms to tie them apart, but he was intrigued when I looped the cord around his cock and balls, doubled it back around the ball base and then separated the two out. I licked his balls lightly in lieu of tying proper knots, and then decided that he was enjoying the sight of me working on his cock a little bit too much so it was on with the blindfold.

By this stage since he couldn’t see anymore, I figured it’d be more comfortable (and no doubt a fuck of a lot more safe) if I took off my shoes, so he got to hear the traumatic thuds of the platforms hitting the carpet below the bed. I was absolutely loving having him under my control. A couple of quick flicks of the crop – first to my own hand to get the good cracking sound, and then the lightest whisper of it across his legs had him tremble a little bit, so I upped the game.

I had never realised that an ice cube could be so entertaining, but as I dragged it up and down his legs and across his chest, he twitched and twitched, almost squealing. It was fantastic and I couldn’t help but start to giggle. To make it up to him a little bit, I took the ice cub in my mouth to cool it down, and then wrapped my lips around his shaft, giving his whole cock a quick suck, before I took a mouthful of warm tea and repeated the exercise.

I did a couple more passes around his body, alternating hands with lube on his cock, feathers and ice across his skin, before I knelt over him and allowed him to take my nipple in his mouth. He sucked as if his life depended on it, so I took my breast away, and turned my vibrator on, holding it to his balls, moving it along his cock and down t press on the perineum. By that stage, his blindfold was coming off, so when I declared that I may as well just use the vibe on myself instead of him, he could pin open my legs so he could watch everything I did to make myself come. In fact I came twice, loving that he was loving the show but was frustrated in his lack of ability to take part in it.

After I got my breath back, I noticed that his hand up against the headboard was turning purple. Oh fuck! I scrambled to untie it, and figured I might as well untie the other hand as well. I was having a hell of a time maintaining Fierce Face anyway, because really, I just wanted to be kissing him and having him finger-fuck me and eat me out half a dozen times.

Naturally, it turns out that he didn’t even see the wig which I abandoned halfway through the session. To quote “when I came in the door, I saw breasts, the mask and the riding crop and that’s all, I was so excited”. He didn’t notice the playlist either until we were cuddling and ‘Closer’ by NIN came up. Mogwai was my more subtle way of setting a scary mood.

I had fun trying out being a Dominatrix-Lite, and he had fun, so now I’m wondering when it’s going to be my time to receive someone else’s roleplay.

That is of course the superficial level of domination/sublimation, but unfortunately anything to do with sex has to go deeper. I like to think that I am amongst strong feminist women, so the idea that I want to be dominated and degraded does really not sit well with me as a feminist. I know there’s a difference between fantasy and reality though, and this is where I’m especially grateful to Dan Savage for explaining it so clearly:

Like many fetishes, his cuckold thing is most likely a subconscious erotic response to a sexually charged fear. While most of us learn to live with and occasionally conquer our fears without eroticizing them, a number of us respond to sexual fears or traumas by incorporating them into our erotic imaginations. Think of women—hip, together, progressive, feminist women—who act out rape fantasies; think of the homos—hip, together, out homos—who dress up like soldiers, cops, firemen and other stereotypically violent homophobic types.

So women fear rape, yet some develop a fetish for it. Gay men fear violent homophobes, yet some dress up like violent homophobes. And what do many straight men fear? Being cheated on, of course, and dealing with that particular brand of sexual humiliation.

So yeah, I think if I was imagining people grabbing me the way they did when I was 12, if I was fantasizing about leather jerkins and tattoos on bare chests,then that would be really troublesome. If I want someone to pull my hair, call me a dirty slut and maybe spank me a little, I’m okay with that.

I sink to my knees on the rough commercial carpet, and pull him closer. I struggle with his belt buckle, so he laughs at me, but just enough so that our eyes meet. He likes the show, so I take my time unbuttoning his fly, coy face on. He is hard already, a product of waiting for me outside the building, I’m sure, waiting for me to wrap my lips around his cock, but I don’t want to make it quite that easy for him. I pull his cock out of his underwear and put my mouth up to it, but I pause before licking around the tip, smiling as his eyes roll back in pleasure. Now I have a taste for his precum though, so I open my mouth wider, and try to take the whole shaft in at once, holding the base so I can retain control and not push beyond my gag reflex. I can tell he likes this a lot, although he is almost silent, because of the way his hand grabbing my head and the other reaching down to my breast.

“You saw the security card parked outside, right?” he laughs, as I reach further into his jeans to squeeze his balls.
“Do you think they’re watching us, right now?” I slide back from his cock, but take the time to bathe it, lapping my tongue all over every inch.
“Oh, no doubt,” he says, laughing. “Cameras everywhere”.
“I might as well give them a real show then,” I say, and pull off my tshirt. He takes the initiative, pulling down the cups of my bra to take a nipple into his mouth. His right hand travels up my thigh under my skirt.
“I’m surprised you’re wearing these” he says, running a finger along the crotch of my panties. I am set to protest my ignorance about this night’s expedition, but find myself merely gasping instead, as he starts to kiss my neck and my ear, as he slides his hand into my panties.

I’m still kneeling, and my jandals are scrabbling to hold my position on the course carpet as I spread my legs further to accommodate his fingers. He slides one finger up and down my labia, which I imagine are parting like the red sea to his Moses, but I stifle that image as he kisses me ferociously, pinning my mouth in place, as his finger trails up my wet opening to my clitoris. He’s the one laughing now as he circles it, and I gasp and lean forward onto his hands, I start to imagine how we would appear on security monitors, and think about how much trouble we could be in. That combines with the ache in my knee to want this to be over quickly, so I lean in more, and rub myself back and forth on his hand, clutching his shoulder for support. We kiss, and he sucks on my nipple and I feel all the sensations all over me – the cool-air awareness of all that bare skin in the office, the subservient position that I am, his mouth on mine and the piano chords his finger are dishing out across my pussy combine, and I am about to explode.

From the way I grab at him harder, and that my breath is coming in gasps, he knows that I am about to come, so he pulls me in tighter, and buries my face into his neck, so that when I cry out in orgasm I am not too loud. We grin at each other for a second, and kiss again as he tucks his cock back inside his jeans to be finished later. The security car is still parked outside when we exit the building, so I walk out all nonchalant, as if nothing happened, but the dampness of my panties would tell a whole different story.

Because it is what I am supposed to do, I nod in your direction in acknowledgment, and go on flirting with the perfectly nice boy that I’m talking to, but soon I feel my phone vibrate against my hip.

“Who is he?”

You shouldn’t be texting me this but at the same time though, I can feel my pulse start to race. Your eyes are still on me from across the bar, and you’re doing your best to look nonchalant. I excuse myself and walk towards the toilets. You meet me half way and pull me into the handicapped bathroom. Your grip on my arm sends electric shocks through me, and I feel myself getting wet. It’s been a long long time.

“So, if he’s so great, why are you in here with me?”

I don’t have an answer for you, I seem to have forgotten how to speak being this close to you again. Instead I reach for your face and pull you in. Our kiss is deep, hard and vicious with intensity. Your tongue is in my mouth as you push me up onto the sink counter, and I spread my knees to accommodate your hand. You laugh when you feel how wet I am, sliding a finger inside my panties. I jerk back against the mirror involuntarily, and your other hand grabs my breast hard. Your cock is hard against my thigh, and so I grab for your belt buckle, wriggling to help you pull my panties down and over my boots. “Fuck me,” I moan against your ear as you kiss my neck, “I want to feel you inside me again”.

You let go of me then to reach for my discarded handbag on the floor, knowing full well that I’m the kind of girl who always carries condoms for an occasion just like this. You pull your cock free from your jeans but stand motionless watching me touch myself, a finger circling around my clit, dipping in and out of my slippery cunt. As I arch my back with pleasure you remember yourself, and roll the condom on, sliding your cock into me straight away.

My legs lock around your waist, pushing you in deeper to me, deeper, always deeper. You hold my face in one hand, forcing me to look into your eyes as you thrust into me. I push back against you, one hand still rubbing my clit, the other steadying myself on your shoulder. “Do you like this?” you demand breathlessly, “do you like my cock better than his?” Your mouth is rough against mine, and you’re kissing me to stop me crying out. You know the answer to your question as I start to shake, orgasm rolling over me. You come too, closing your eyes only at the last minute, and I see the ecstasy in your face. We hold each other, trembling, for just a minute, and then you help me down from the counter. One last kiss and then we clean ourselves up with paper towels. You leave first.

I reapply my lipgloss, straighten up my hair and return to the boy at the bar. I don’t go home with him though.

You tell me how another friend of yours came over earlier for coffee and fixed it then. I feel a short pang of jealousy and change the subject; so I ask about what you’re looking at on the net. You blush again, close the laptop and say how you were just thinking of something for Jillingoff.
 
I instantly formulate a plan.
 
I grin and slide up next to you. I touch your neck. Stroke your ear. My other hand sits on your knee and slowly traces up your thigh. You close your eyes and smile. And that’s when I grab your laptop and turn it back on. You try to get it back, clearly embarrassed by what you were looking at. I manage to pin you face down on the bed and wait for the laptop to load.
 
I should’ve known, you were looking at porn. Bondage porn. A girl has been tied up and is being “forced” to suck four big cocks while another woman holds a vibrator on the girl’s pussy. As I tease you about it you blush and look sheepish. 

I put the computer down where you can see the screen. And while I’ve still got you pinned I reach down and pull your skirt up to your waist. I’m surprised that you aren’t wearing any panties but I keep going. You’re obliging as I gently push your knees apart. I slide my hand up to your pussy and …stop. It’s already soaking wet and creamy, too wet.
 
I’m still a little annoyed that you asked another guy to fix your cupboard but did you fuck him too?
 
You turn your head back and look at me over your shoulder. Yes and his cock was huge, a lot bigger then mine. You tried sucking it but it was making you gag so you made him fuck you instead. His cock felt so good in your pussy that you came with just the tip inside you, and then came another three times before he finally came inside you.
 
You’re smirking at me. You purr that it’s ok, my small cock is still really adorable and how you would let me fuck you but you don’t know if you’ll feel much after his huge cock.
 
Normally I’d let you continue to do this (you know I love the humiliation). But not today, today you get punished.
 
You tell me to make you suck my cock. I spank you hard on the ass so you know I’m in charge (but I appreciate your enthusiasm. Instead I keep you face down facing the end of the bed, put some pillows between your still spread legs, exposing your pussy. I take your hands and tie them to the foot of the bed with a scarf you leave there for just such an occasion. Then I find your vibrator, turn it on and rest it against your clit. You start to grind but the vibrator falls down. I replace it and tell you if you want to enjoy it, you’re gonna have to stay still. You start moaning in equal parts annoyance and arousal.
 
I decide that I shouldn’t be the only one to see this so I open the curtains so the neighbours can watch if they want. You’re too busy concentrating to care.
 
I kiss your neck and slide my hand under you to get to your breasts. I kiss and bite your neck while I squeeze your nipples. You’re already close to cumming and as you’re about to you can’t help but grind your hips. The vibrator falls away and you cry out in frustration.
 
I laugh and turn it off. I keep one hand twisting and pinching your nipple. I slide my hand over your ass and down to your sopping wet pussy. I spread you open with my fingers. You’re so wet I can slide three fingers in without resistance. You moan and start grinding again. I pull out when it sounds like you’re going to cum.
 
Now you start begging…You’ll do anything to cum. You’ll suck my cock. You’ll let me fuck you. You’ll let me cum on your tits. But really I know you’d let me do that anyway. You need more teasing.
 
I let you roll you onto your back and reposition the pillows so that your pussy is still in the air. Just to be nice I suck your clit, running my tongue over it hard and fast. You almost cum straight away but I sense the orgasm start and break off, leaving you writhing and moaning.
 
I open your shirt and pull your breasts out of your bra. I circle one nipple with my tongue before sucking on it hard. You arch in ecstasy. I run my hand down over your pussy. I never stop moving it and only graze your clit every so often, every time I do you moan.
 
I push as many fingers as I can into your cunt. You immediately start fucking my hand, and I let you. But I’m really abusing your breasts now. Squeezing them hard in my other hand, pinching and pulling on the nipples. We didn’t figure out a safety word but I’ll know if you want to stop, we’ve done this before.
 
When I feel your pussy muscles tighten on my fingers I pull them out, dripping with your juices and put them in your mouth. Again you groan in frustration, but you also suck my fingers hard. When I pull them out you again beg for my cock in your mouth. The whole thing is making me incredibly hard so this time I oblige.
 
I stand up and take off my clothes (I am aware opening the curtains has backfired on me but it’s getting dark now). My cock is hard and twitching. A thick line of pre-cum is oozing down my shaft. I straddle your chest and touch the tip of my cock to your bottom lip, then trace it round your mouth. You seductively lick the pre-cum off your lips and smile. I put my cock back on your lips and reach back to gently start rubbing your pussy again. When you open your mouth to moan I thrust my cock in your mouth and start moving my fingers faster.
 
My fingers are circling your clit faster and faster while you try to focus on licking the tip of my cock. I quickly remove my hand and my cock and slide my body down between your legs. I slide my cock up and down your slick pussy, each time grinding into your clit. You’re too horny to speak and all you can say is “cock” and “fuck”.
 
I don’t let you have what you want (otherwise this wouldn’t be torture, would it). I rest the tip of my cock at the entrance to your pussy. You grind your hips, wanting me to cum inside you. The head presses against you and almost slides in, you’re so wet it wouldn’t take mush to slide my whole cock in. Instead I place my hands behind your knees and push your legs into the air, lie my cock on your clit and push myself against you. I want to cover my cock in your juices.
 
I switch around again before you even get close to coming and put my cock back on your mouth. This time you take it all in straight away. I move us into a 69. I hook my elbows behind your knnes and pull them up, I’m showing your pussy to anyone who can see in your window.
 
I suddenly realise that you are doing a great job sucking my cock and I’m about to cum. I lick your clit briefly and then down to your ass which I flick with my tongue and then, with my lower lip resting on your clit, I plunge my tongue inside you. I don’t know if you were expecting it or not but you jump when I do it and then start frantically moving against my face. Your moans of pleasure vibrate my cock and bring me even closer to cumming.
 
Finally I can’t take it anymore and I attack your clit with my tongue, moving it as fast as I can. And finally you begin to cum and I don’t stop.
 
Your body shakes with spasms as waves of extasy surge through it. Your movements and moaning are enough to set me off and and I cum down your throat, which seems to make you cum again.
 
Slightly exhausted I reach back and untie your hands. When I do you instantly grab my balls and squeeze them, then hold my cock in your mouth while sucking out as much cum as you can. I begin kissing your clit and soon you’re cumming on my face again .
 
Eventually I roll off and lie there dreamily. You ask why I’m smiling, you say that I still wasn’t as good as the other guy. Before I have a chance to do anything you have my arms tied over my head. You smile and sit with your pussy right by my face a leg draped over my chest. You start masturbating for me.
 
Now it’s your turn.

“Give it to me,” I told him. Boredom was making me demanding.
“No way,” he said. “You can’t always be in control”.

Was that a pointed comment? It was entirely possible he was referring to our habit of fucking whenever I was drunk. But of course he might have been simply talking about the remote. He didn’t let go of my wrist, so I started attacking him with my other hand, swatting at him. With one fluid movement he flicked the remote across the room, grabbed my other wrist and spun me over so that he had both my arms pinned behind my back.
“I said no”.

I was now bent over the arm of the sofa, and he was pressed up against me, trapping me in position. I couldn’t help myself, the feel of his body thrust up against mine was arousing, so I pushed back, rubbing against him. I could feel him stiffening.

“You like this, don’t you?” he leered in my ear “I bet you want me to fuck you again”.
“I could care less, really,” I said. “I just want the channel changed”.
He tightened one hand around my wrists, bringing his right hand out to stroke my breast through my t-shirt.

“Are you sure?” His finger circled my nipple, which betrayed me by hardening. I pushed back into him a little more but said nothing.

“I bet if I went a little further, I’d find out just how much you want this.” His hand slid into the waistband of my skirt, and slipped into my underwear. I moaned as his finger lightly caressed my hood for a brief second, and then gasped as he thrust a finger inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet right now, you dirty bitch,” he laughed, as he pulled out his finger. “Taste that”. He slid his finger across my lips and into my mouth, and I tasted my own salty sweet tang, and ran my tongue across his thumb which he slid in as well.
“Now if you ask nicely, I’ll give you what you so clearly want. But I want you to beg for it”.

He twisted my nipple, hard this time, and laughed as I arched my back. That bastard. I tried to wriggle my arms free, but he had them pinned expertly.
“Say it, and you’ll get to what’s coming to you”.

By now he was grinding against my back, and I didn’t think he would hold out on me much longer. But I didn’t want to have to wait.
“Just admit it. Say that you’re sick kinky bitch, and being tied up makes you hot”.
He didn’t normally talk like this, but I was loving it.
“Okay, I admit it,” I capitulated. “I’m a fucking dirty bitch and I want you to fuck me like the whore that I am”.
“Good girl,” he breathed in my ear. “Now get down on your knees”.


He released my wrists and I climbed off the couch eagerly. He undid his belt, but as I reached for him, he grabbed my wrists again, pulling them behind my back and drawing them together with his belt.


“Oh no, it’s not that easy. We’re going to play my way today”. The belt loop went around the leg of the table, leaving me completely imobilised, unless I struggled a lot – which I wasn’t inclined to do.


“Now the fun begins”. He pulled my t-shirt up over my face, blinding me, and pulled my breasts up out of their bra cups. I felt his tongue flick over my nipples, as his hand went up my thigh, parting my legs enough to pull my sodden underwear down around my knees. I quivered in anticipation of another touch from him, but instead I head him reach for something on the table. A clicking sound a second later betrayed his actions – he’d taken a photo of me on his mobile phone.


“What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded.
“Easy now, you’ll get what you’re after,” he soothed,as he bent over to lick my nipples again, teasing one between his teeth lightly. “I just thought we’d have some extra fun”. He trailed his kisses down across my stomach, pulling my legs towards him, and I felt the tip of his tongue at the top of my mound. I twitched, involuntarily, and pushed up towards his mouth. That was when the doorbell went.


“FUCK! Ignore it,” I begged, “Please just fuck me. Just fuck me now”. I never said please. He must really be loving this. But instead I heard him stand up, and go to the door. I kept quiet, hoping that whoever he was with would leave quickly and not come into the lounge. I heard a male voice laughing along with my flatmate, and their footsteps came into the room.


“Bro! I didn’t think you were serious. But that’s awesome”.
I knew the voice.
“Oh she fucking wants it alright. Don’t you, Jill?” My flatmate, so arrogant. He leans over and pinches my nipples. I want him to do it again, so I have to say that yes, yes, I do. He pulls my tshirt down from off my face, and reveals his workmate standing in front of me. I’ve met him a few times, he always seemed to be a decent enough guy, but like my flatmate has a nasty mouth from working in hospitality. The friend knelt down beside me.


“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you or anything”. That unexpected niceness doesn’t fit with the tone of the afternoon, but I appreciate the gesture, so I smile, and ask him to kiss me. His mouth is hesitant on mine at first, and then firmer. He cups the back of my head with one hand as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, and his other hand fumbles with the clasp of my bra. His hands aren’t as large as my flatmates, but I’m not complaining as he grabs my breasts hard, using two hands as his knees push mine apart.


My flatmate unloops the belt from the table leg, and I fall forward, glad to have use of my hands again. His friend unzips his fly, and guides my head towards his cock, half poking out of his boxer shorts already. I look up at him through my hair as my flatmate raises my arms to pull my t-shirt over my head. “Fuck she’s got fantastic tits, bro,” says the friend. “You’ve been fucking this all this time?” He squeezes them again, really hard, and bends down to put a nipple in his mouth, sucking away while rubbing at his cock. My flatmate moves behind me, kissing my neck and grabbing my ass. I can feel his breath heavy in my ears, and I know he’s anxious to get inside me, so I lean forward and open my mouth to his friend.


I run my tongue along the length of his cock, swirling around the tip, and with my fingers I pull back the foreskin ever so gently. I cup his balls with my other hand, and plunge as much of his shaft as I can manage into my mouth, smiling as I see him roll back his eyes in pleasure. I concentrate as hard as I can on my smooth strokes, but my flatmate has now rolled on a condom behind me, and is using his nimble fingers to guide himself into my cunt. He holds me around the waist, pulling me back into him with each thrust, while his friend has his hands locked around my head, trying to keep me in place.


I don’t like the feeling of being fought over like this, so I decide to finish his friend quickly. I rub my finger across my cunt, teasing my clit a little as I do, so that it is slippery with my juice, and slide it over the friend’s perenium. I increase the speed at which my lips are sliding over his cock to match the extra pressure.


“Oh fuck, jesus,” he cries “Oh god, you are so fucking good at this”. His hands grasp my head tighter and tighter as I hear my flatmate laughing behind me, his body slamming into mine, so I slide my finger up into his asshole. He comes instantly, with a loud groan. I swallow his cum as he pulls out of my mouth and slumps against the floor. My flatmate takes a hand off my waist and slides it down to rub my clit, determined to take me to the edge. His other hand finds my breasts, while he sinks his teeth into my neck. “You fucking cum-guzzling slut” he yelps. “you fucking dirty whore. His friend is recovered enough now to have pulled out his camera phone, and is laughing. “We’re going to put you on the internet where everyone can see what a slut you are” he breathes, as he rubs at his cock again.


Amazingly enough, he’s hard again, and rolls on a condom as well. “Bro, let me have a shot”. Obligingly, he and my flatmate trade places, and my flatmate kisses me for the first time that day, a rough, vicious kiss. “I want to come all over your tits,” he says, always a smooth talker, and he shoves his cock into my mouth. His friend meanwhile has his fingers burrowed inside me. He tries to slide his cock into my asshole, but I’m having none of that, so he pushes it inside my cunt hard, and slaps my ass to show me that I’m not in charge. He’s grabbing at my breasts while my flatmate is guiding my head with his hands, so my hands are free to roam down to touch myself. As I am fucked faster and faster from both ends, so do my fingers rotate quicker on my clit, and soon I am panting from my own touch. I feel so full up of cock that when the orgasm comes, it shakes me from top to toe.


My spasming vagina sends a wave into the friend behind me, and he groans out loud again, and I feel him go limp. I’m still in the last throes of ecstasy when my flatmate pulls out his cock and his warm cum streams across my breasts. We collapse in a heap, panting hard, sweating with the last of the afternoon sun. I reach over for the mobile phones and delete the photos of me. I’m not willing to surrender that much control.