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Subject: {ASSM} "My Boyfriend Used Me" (MF FF MFM D/s  voy) by Creampie Eater
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My Boyfriend Used Me
--------------------

The room was sumptuous, a real treat.  My boyfriend
and I were in Vegas for a rare vacation from life. 
Our busy schedules and my son didn't really give us
much chance to do real "coupling" and I was looking
forward to it.  In fact, my boyfriend Chuck had told
me to be ready to not leave the casino, and I was
giddy with excitement.

We had arrived on a late flight, and by the time we
checked in our class of room was overbooked.  So, the
hotel had upgraded us to a nice suite for the night,
and Chuck had already splurged to keep us in the room
for the next night as well.

We took a bubble bath, and Chuck pampered me in the
double size tub.  He washed my hair, and scrubbed my
back, and I let him shave my pussy.  Then he gave me a
wonderful orgasm with that tongue of his.  It was very
nice, but our arrangement was that the balance of the
trip would be focused on his pleasure.

We woke up late, and Chuck immediately started me on
his pleasure.  He knows how oral I am, and how I love
sucking his fat cock, so he put me to work.  His meat
was so hot, and I loved feeling it grow in my mouth. 
I wasn't sucking for cum, but to keep him aroused, so
when he got close I backed off and let him calm down.

After an hour of cocksucking, my mouth was sore and
Chuck wanted to check out the casino.  We took a
shower together, and I washed him from head to toe,
sneaking in some more sucking.  Having his cock in my
mouth while I was on my knees on the hard marble floor
and the water massaged me was so nice.  I was getting
a really sexy feeling.

After our shower, Chuck surprised me with a new dress.
 It wasn't well made, but I would never wear it in our
own town.  It was far too revealing!  The front
scooped low to show my cleavage, and the back dropped
down low as well, almost to my butt.  At the same
time, the hemline was definitely too high, across my
thighs.  It was a dress not designed to make me look
good, but to make Chuck look good.  I knew he loved
feeling powerful, with a willing woman on his arm.  I
loved knowing I was the willing woman he wanted, and
so I wore the dress.

I had brought a pair of high heels with me, and they
went well with the dress.  Chuck wanted me to go
without panties, but we compromised on the pair of
super-sheer (nearly see through!) thong panties I
brought.  Anybody with decent eyesight could tell what
was going on beneath the panties.  I did go without a
bra.

With me so scantily clad, Chuck and I strolled through
the casino.  I could sense men turning to look at me
dressed like a tart.  I imagined many would think I
was a hooker, and that appealed to me somehow.  I have
a submissive personality, and I loved being used, so a
hooker fantasy was part of my masturbation repertoire.
 Strutting through the casino was a turn-on.

Chuck bought some chips, and set me up to play craps. 
Its a game I just can't understand, but he liked
seeing me leaning over the table.  After a few
minutes, he sidled away, leaving me to be surrounded
by horny men all to eager to teach me how to play.  It
is amazing how many felt fine with sliding against me,
peckers bumping against my butt crack.  Even more
looked down my blouse as I leaned over to shoot the
die.  It was loathsome and yet exceedingly erotic to
be the center of attention like this.

When Chuck returned a bit later, they scattered like
cockroaches.  I had run out of money and had spent the
rest of my time blowing on guy's dice for luck.  In
exchange, I had been bought several drinks and I was
feeling no pain.

Chuck led me away from the tables and out to the
lobby.  "Listen, here's some more money," he told me. 
"Play some more games and have fun, then go back to
the room around six."  He looked at his watch to
confirm the time.

"Why?  What are you doing?"

He handed me a brochure.  "I'm going shopping."

I looked at the brochure for a high-end brothel.  My
stomach sank while simultaneously my panties got
soaked.  "Oh shit." I breathed.

"Any particular type you want me to buy?" he said, his
eyes dancing.  We had shared the fantasy of his
bringing home a woman to share many times.  Now he was
doing it!  His enjoyment of the situation was obvious.

"Not really," I said, feeling faint.  The reality of
this was sinking in.

"OK, I'll pick one that I think you'll like," he told
me.

"Thanks."  I was still stunned.

He kissed me.  "Oh, and in that yellow bag inside my
suitcase you will find some stuff you may want to use
before I get back to the room."

"All right."

Then he turned and left with a light step.

I felt a sudden need to pee, so I rushed back to our
room.  After emptying my bladder, I went to see what
he had been talking about in the yellow bag.  I found
a disposable enema, lube, and a small buttplug.  These
were things to prepare me for anal sex.  Again, my
pussy flooded as I understood the implication.

The last time we had tried anal sex had been very
painful for me.  I had made Chuck rush to fuck me,
before I was ready.  His large cock had fucked me hard
and deep until I came in the biggest orgasm of my
life.  I had felt so used, and that had contributed to
my pleasure.  Even so, I was grateful he would give me
a chance to prepare.

I used the enema bag, flushing my bowels.  It was
supposed to be disposable, but I refilled it and used
it again to make sure I was clean inside.  Then I
lubed myself and put the small buttplug in.  It was
nowhere near as big as Chuck, but it would relax my
sphincters.

Then, I went back down the casino, feeling like a real
whore.  I thought any guy could tell I was walking
weird and had a lump in my butt through the tight
dress.  The fact that Chuck and I were about do
something so nasty was thrilling, and my nipples were
painfully erect.  Guys surrounded me as I played
craps, then blackjack.  I felt like a bitch in heat,
attracting all the male dogs in the neighborhood.

Finally, at 5:30, my funds depleted again and finding
it increasingly hard to keep the guys at bay, I
returned to our room.  I refilled the enema once
again, and cleaned myself out.  Then, I put in the
buttplug again after squirting in some extra lube. 
Next, I shaved myself.  Chuck had been too overeager
to do a good job, so I took a bit of time and made
sure I was smooth for him.  Finally, I corrected my
makeup and put my shoulder length hair into a French
roll to keep it out of the way.

At 6:10, there was a knock at our door.  I looked
through the peephole, finding a room service attendant
bringing champagne.

"I didn't order this," I said.

"This was ordered earlier for 6:15 delivery," he
explained.  He wheeled in the cart, asking if I wanted
the bottle opened.  When I assented, he opened the
bottle, poured me a glass, then left.

I saw then that there was a little envelope with my
name in Chuck's handwriting.  "Be nude except for your
shoes when we arrive," the card inside read.  It was
just like him.  He loved to have sex with me wearing
my heels.

I stripped off my clothes, and dabbed on a little
perfume on a whim.  Then I drank my champagne, but
didn't have a chance to steal my nerves before I heard
the electronic door lock release.  "Come on in" I
heard Chuck say.

They came in together, arms around each other's
waists.  The woman was lovely, toned, and well tanned
with silky black hair almost as long as her legs.  I
imagined she must be some blend of Asian and
Mediterranean, but when she introduced herself as
Chantal, I caught a soft French accent.  Perhaps she
was Quebecois or something.

I introduced myself, and found myself very
uncomfortable with how she was looking at me.  It was
a ravenous sort of look, frankly sexual   Perhaps she
misunderstood that she was for Chuck's use, not mine. 
Or maybe, I thought, I am the one who misunderstood. 
That thought was scary, thrilling, disgusting, and
unsurprising, all at the same time.  Chuck had hinted
for a long time about seeing me with another woman,
and I had made clear my feelings, but who knows what
he was thinking.  This night I was his toy and he
would use me as he wanted.   

"Pour us some champagne," Chuck told me.  I strutted
as sluttily as I could to the cart, pouring a glass
for Chuck and Chantal, and returning with them.  My
hands full with the glasses, Chuck took the
opportunity to roughly pinch my nipples.  "These
babies are hard," he commented.  "I guess you are
excited."  A quick finger between my legs confirmed
the fact.  He dipped his pussy-flavored finger into
each glass, then took them from me and handed one to
Chantal.

She smiled after a sip. "Delicious."

"Let's move to the couch," Chuck suggested to Chantal,
grabbing the champagne bucket as he passed.  He
refilled their glass, then replaced the bottle into
the bucket.  Setting his glass down, he pulled Chantal
into a kiss.

I could only stare as my boyfriend kissed this woman
in front of me.  It wasn't a friendly kiss either.  It
soon became a very deep kiss, both their tongues
occasionally visible before diving deep into each
other's mouths.  I felt guilty for the excitement I
felt, a voyeur watching them kiss.

Chuck broke the kiss, casually reaching over to pick
up his glass again.  He glanced at me, his mouth
curling up into a smile.  "You like watching us?"

"Yes," I whispered, determined to be honest in this
experience.

"Good," he commented.  "Now you come over and kiss
me."

I moved over to him, awkwardly kneeling on the edge of
the couch between Chuck and Chantal.  I leaned down
and kissed him, seeing her lipstick faintly on his
lips.  Chuck kissed me as fiercely as he had kissed
Chantal, exciting me with the demonstration of how
aggressively he was kissing her.

Suddenly, I felt Chantal's feminine hand sliding up
and down my back.  I wanted to turn and look at her,
to see what her intent was.  Chuck held my face to
prevent that, so I could only understand via her
touch.  Her long fingernails traced up and down my
spine, at once reassuring me and making me tingle.  It
was hard to know what to concentrate on when her
fingers slid down and over my butt, tickling between
my cheeks.

"What have we here?" I heard her say when her fingers
brushed the buttplug.  After some exploration, I felt
her pull it out just a bit.  I couldn't help but groan
into Chuck's open mouth.  His left hand moved behind
my head to force me to maintain the kiss, but his
right moved down and between my legs to finger me.

Finally, he broke the kiss after rubbing my clit for a
moment.  "You are fucking wet as hell."  I couldn't
say anything to that, because it was so obviously
true.  "Maybe you like the idea of eating Chantal's
pussy?"

"No," I said emphatically, turning to Chantal and
apologizing, "It's nothing personal."

"It's OK," she smiled.  "Chuck told me you were a
bitch."  I couldn't tell if she were yanking my chain
or what.

"Hey now," Chuck laughed.  "Don't you girls get to
fighting before the Wesson oil arrives."  We all
laughed, then he turned serious.  "Why don't you give
me head while Chantal takes her clothes off."

Finally, something I was eager to do!  I unzipped
Chuck's fly and undid his belt, pulling his pants open
enough to free his cock from behind his undershorts. 
His fat muscle was already partially inflated, and
covered with lipstick that was the same shade as
Chantal's.  Feeling a rush of excitement, I sucked him
into my mouth, hoping to discover any residual cum
tastes.  I wanted to know if he had cum without me!

Chuck leaned back on the couch to give me better
access then guided my head up and down on his shaft. 
"Yeah babe," he said, "get me ready to fuck Chantal. 
That's it, get me all wet and hard."  That was a damn
sexy idea, getting my man ready to fuck another woman!
 It didn't take long for him to be totally erect,
grunting pleasure noises every few seconds.

"Take a look at her," he finally told me, gently
steering my head so that I could see.  Chantal was
glorious when nude.  I don't think she had more than
an ounce of fat on her nubile body.  I mean, she had a
six pack, for God's sake!  She turned so that we could
see all her angles, and her booty was so firm and
round I thought I could throw up.  Her long silky hair
swished sexily over her dark skin, and I saw no trace
of a tan line.

Inevitably, my eyes fell to her pussy, which was bare
like mine but with a carefully trimmed inch-wide pelt
on her pubic bone.  Her pussy lips were stretched so
that they hung like wet butterfly wings, waiting to
spread.  I imagined she must have been fucked hundreds
of times, and somehow that was thrilling too.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Chuck told us.  It took
me a few moments to regain my feet, since I was
crouching between his legs.  Consequently, he led us
into the bedroom, with Chantal following and me
bringing up the rear.  I felt like the lowest girl in
the harem, which was again pretty exciting.

Chuck sat on the bed, and Chantal sat next to him. 
With a quick flip of her hands, she tied her long hair
into a knot on top of her head, then leaned over to
suck my boyfriend.  I watched, fascinated by how
easily she took his cock.  Her cute mouth opened wide
and she just slid him in!

I knelt before him, waiting my turn to suck him.  From
close in, Chantal was even more lovely.  I was
mesmerized by her beauty and her skill at fellatio was
a work of art.  It was like seeing a porn movie live!

She gripped the base of his shaft, and pointed his
cock to me.  I leaned forward and sucked him in, aware
I was also tasting her saliva.  God I was so fucking
wet.

At one point, I let him out so I could lick his pee
hole, which was seeping Chuckjuice.  Chantal gently
grabbed my chin and tried to guide me into a kiss with
her.  I shook my head, and might have uttered a curse
at her.  That was a mistake.

"Kiss her," Chuck growled, his voice indicating strong
displeasure that I would reject her advances. 
Simultaneously, his strong hand grabbed the scruff of
my neck and moved me to Chantal's face.  Chantal's
long nails gripped the rear of my jaw, pulling me into
a long intense lesbian kiss.  Eventually, I got into
it enough that she released me.  Her long female
tongue explored my mouth, not so demanding as Chuck's,
but taking advantage of me nonetheless.

It was probably only a minute before she broke the
kiss and we both kissed Chuck's prick instead.  Chuck
loved it, giving us encouragement like "fuck yeah" and
other tender phrases.  Having another woman sharing
his pleasure was very odd, but hot too.

"You ready to get fucked?" he asked Chantal.

"Mmmm, yeah, but I want some tongue first."

"Yeah, eat her baby," he told me, "while I take off my
clothes."

"I don't think so," I told him.  I had my limits.

"Dammit, don't be so fucking uppity," he said.  He
looked over at Chantal, who had moved more to the edge
of the bed and was rubbing between her spread long
legs.  Her flower was blossoming.

"Please, no," I pleaded.  Kissing another woman was
bad enough, but to pleasure her?

"Do it," he said, even more sternly.  "Don't make me
force you."

"Oh, force her," Chantal cooed, then laughed.

Accordingly, Chuck again gripped the scruff of my
neck, forcing me between Chantal's legs.  He pressed
my face into her hot crotch, rubbing it against her
juicy pussy.  Humiliated, I tentatively licked her. 
"Do a good job," he ordered, and I tried to become
more active, eating another woman for the first time.

Chuck intentionally prolonged the ordeal, taking far
longer than necessary to remove his clothes.  He kept
asking Chantal what I was doing.  "She's licking my
clit, but not very hard" she'd say.  "C'mon, lick her
harder," would be the inevitable new order.  "It'd
feel great to have her tongue fuck me" followed by
"fuck her pussy... stick your tongue in all the way."

Every way I thought of to make the ordeal less intense
was thwarted.  I was in a daze when I was finally told
to stand up.

Our deluxe suite had a heavy four-posted canopy bed. 
Chuck had me sit on the corner of the bed, inside the
post.  Then he "bound" my wrists to the top of the
post, using a silk scarf I hadn't noticed before.  I
felt like a harem wench, waiting for her owner's
pleasure, and watching what was happening before me.

Chuck had Chantal lay on her back, and then he laid
between her legs, putting his face to her pussy.  I
could only see the back of his head as he ate her. 
Chantal was unashamed to use explicit directions,
urging him to suck her clit or even to chew her
"fucklips".  Chuck was totally into it, telling her
how good she tasted and how wet she was getting.  He
used sexy words I thought only I would ever hear.  I
was so... jealous I guess, when she began to thrash on
the bed in an orgasm.

Chuck moved to me and kissed me.  "Taste her orgasm." 
Indeed, his tongue tasted just like she had.

I was just a brief stop, for soon he was pressing his
cock into Chantal.  We had talked many times about how
it would be for me to watch him fucking a slut.  It
was such a strange mixture of emotions, jealousy,
shame, and pleasure all present.  But I felt such
jealousy as I saw her look of pleasure at his entry. 
Her mouth formed a round O, then curled up into a
smile.  I was so jealous!

His initial thrusts were slow and measured until she
had stretched to take his size.  Then, he pushed in
and out at the rate that always had made my toes curl.
 I could imagine his cockhead pressing my g-spot like
it did when we fucked.  I knew she'd also love his
heavily veined shaft.  Ohmygod I wanted to be fucked.

I could tell he was about to cum, but he surprised me
with a new trick.  He pulled out and slid down,
pressing his face into her soaking cunt.  Both of them
were moaning, but he was adding sloppy sucking noises.
 I wished it were me being eaten, especially when I
saw her eyes rolling back in her head.

After five minutes of making her hotter and calming
himself down, Chuck pushed back into her, this time
with her feet up around his head..  I then felt the
bed shake as they fucked vigorously.  I desperately
wanted to rub my clit, but my position kept my legs
spread apart.  I was forced to endure watching them
without cumming.

That wasn't a problem for Chantal.  She came soon
after he re-entered her.  Chuck didn't even slow down,
pounding her while she came.  A minute after she
calmed down a little, he pulled out and ate her some
more.  He seemed to love her taste, but I had to know.

"She taste good to you babe?" I asked.

"Here, have a taste," he said.  He stuck two fingers
deep into her pussy, then brought them to my mouth. 
Reluctantly, I sucked them clean.  He did this a
couple times, eventually deeply finger-fucking my
mouth until he found my gag reflex.  Then he made me
beg to suck Chantal's cunt, even though I didn't want
to.  I felt so slutty, the words coming out of my
mouth and sounding so genuine.

Chuck rolled onto his back, and Chantal mounted him
reverse cowgirl.  I could see her pussy gripping his
fat shaft, her lips dangling like, well, like a
whore's.  They humped each other, each doing part of
the work.  Her toned muscles rippled as she worked
him, and her face wore a smile of pleasure.

She looked at me, and leaned forward to play with my
breasts while Chuck continued to slide in and out. 
Her long tongue tickled one nipple while her fingers
roughly pinched the other.  Then she switched.  Soon,
I was gasping in pleasure and pain.

"Tell me you want to eat me again," she cooed.

"Oh God, I don't... I want Chuck's cock in me."

She laughed and bit a nipple oh-so-softly.  "Tell me
you want to stick your tongue in me."

"Ohgawdno," I moaned.  One of her hands had begun
teasing me, sliding so much closer to my aching clit.

"You know you want to," she said, "so just tell me."

"C'mon babe," Chuck urged, "tell... her... you... want
to... suck... her cunt."  He was grunting as he slid
long strokes deep into Chantal.

"Don't make me!" I pleaded, not really sure if I
didn't really want to do it.  Just being so close to
them fucking was making me crazy!

"Do it," he said.

"No... yes... yes, I want to eat you.  Oh God!"

She smiled again, a look of victory mixed with lust. 
She slid off Chuck's prick to bring her tongue to
mine.  She kissed me savagely, possessing me.  At the
same time, her fingers slid between my legs.  Two
fingers slipped into my soaking hole, and her thumb
rubbed my clit.  In seconds I was cumming hard, so
hard I almost cried.

I was totally shook up by the turn of events.  In a
daze, I understood that Chantal undid the scarf
holding my arms up, and that she laid me on the bed. 
It still took a minute to realize she and I were in a
69 position, and that Chuck was again sliding in and
out of her.  This time, he was inches from my face.

I stared for long moments at the beauty of sex so
close to me.  Her pussy was beautiful, and his cock
was a work of art.  Together, it seemed so right that
one should please the other.  Then, I lifted my head
to kiss the fucking occurring just above me.

When I began actively tonguing Chantal, she did the
same to me.  It felt so wonderful, even though I had
just cum, that I stopped to enjoy it.  However, when I
stopped, so did she.  I kissed her clit, and she
resumed eating.  I understood then what was happening.
 She was teaching me to equate eating her pussy with
pleasure.  I wasn't thinking straight, so that made
perfect sense to me.  I actually purred as I began
lapping at the junction of her pussy and Chuck's cock.

Every now and then, Chuck would pull out and drop his
cock down for my attention.  Eagerly, I sucked at his
pussy-flavored dick.  It was practically steaming hot!
 He would fuck my mouth for a minute, then lift his
cock back to her opening.  I saw how gaping open her
pussy was, and soon when he pulled his cock out, a
thin strand of juices would form a string.  I couldn't
believe myself, but I began to lunge up to suck in the
sticky sap coming out.  I had never felt so sexually
liberated!

Suddenly, Chantal's face was off my pussy.  Chuck
pulled her up, kissing her and fondling her lovely
breasts.  I slid slightly back so that I could kiss
her clit.  It was standing straight out!  I heard her
gasp, and it didn't seem to be from my suckling. 
Looking up again, I saw that her hair had fallen out
of the loose knot, and Chuck had gripped it and was
pulling her head back.  Wow, he was being really
forceful!

He tossed her back down into the doggy position, then
pulled back on her hair again to pull himself harder
into her during his thrusts.  She began to coo at him,
"cum in me, cum in me."  I slid back under, amazed at
the intensity of the screwing.  His cock was making
wet sloppy sounds as it plunged in and out of her.  It
was like steel!

I saw his balls swinging back and forth, and stuck a
tongue out to lick those sweaty boys.  That seemed to
make him pump even more frantically.  He was really
close to cumming, and it would be a hard one!

Then he was cumming, and the room was filled with his
loud grunts and sounds of ecstasy.  He didn't stop
pumping, but his thrusts became more like stabs
between squirts of semen.  Soon, his cock was coated
with white goo.  I felt my face flush, for I knew what
was next.

Yeah, he pulled his cum-covered cock out of Chantal,
and pushed it into my mouth.  Honestly, it was
entirely gross and yet even more entirely exciting. 
His cock was coated with the stuff of their union, and
I sucked hungrily at it.  The flavor was like a
mixture of Chuck and Chantal.

When he was clean, Chuck moved so that he could kiss
me.  I appreciated that, needing the affirmation of
his affection after I had seen how much he enjoyed
fucking another woman.  His kiss was very tender, but
then he was smiling wickedly.

Chantal was still above me, her face on my thigh as
she recovered from the screwing.  Chuck stuck a finger
in her box, coating it with the cum mix.  "Open wide,"
he said.

"Oh God," I moaned, knowing what he was thinking.  I
opened my mouth, tasting the goo from her canal, and
now tasting it in a different light.  Sometimes when
we fuck, Chuck likes to go down on me afterward.  He
calls it "eating my creampie," and he will suck and
lick until I am clean inside and out.  I was certain
that he was thinking I would take a turn at creampie
eating, eating out Chantal's cum drenched box.

"Put your hands behind your head," he told me.

"Why?"

"Just do it," he said, his voice not really inviting
discussion.  Slowly, I did as he asked, putting my
hands behind my head.  "Chantal, move a little back,"
he directed, and he helped her until she was kneeling
astride my arms.  My hands were locked behind my head,
and when he had her spread her knees wider and press
her pussy down, she was smothering me with her
goo-filled pussy.

I had only just accepted that Chuck wanted me to eat
pussy, and now I was being smothered with a creampied
one!  Chuck had fucked her until she was gaping open,
and so the cum was oozing out in prodigious amounts. 
Chantal's big lips nestled onto my cheeks, and in the
right position, they formed a seal around my mouth. 
My nose settled between her asscheeks.  All I could do
was count on her mercy in order to breathe, and to
gain her mercy, I learned, I had to work at eating
her!

To make matters worse/better, Chantal hunkered down to
suck my cunt too.  I felt such waves of pleasure, but
I was unable to fully comprehend them because I had to
frantically suck her slimy pussy.  So, I felt myself
gradually building in sexual tension, but wasn't able
to get full relief.

Unlike Chantal.  Chantal loved my servicing her, and
being in charge of my breathing.  She found the right
angle to make so that my gasps vibrated her clit.  I
was being totally used, pleasuring Chantal (and Chuck,
who kept muttering from somewhere about how
unbelievably sexy the situation was).  It was a relief
when Chantal finally came, even though the enormous
load of cum was squeezed out of her pussy like
toothpaste.  I had only to clean that mess up, and she
wearily climbed off my face.

I laid flat on my back, feeling both exhausted from
the emotional and physical tolls I'd paid.  Chuck had
a glass of champagne ready for Chantal, and they both
sipped while discussing how to use me next.  It was
like I wasn't there.

"You know what I'd like to see," Chantal offered.

"What's that?"

I looked over to see her smiling cruelly.  "I'd like
to see you stick that big cock of yours up her poop
chute."

"Really?" he asked, clearly liking the idea.

"Yeah, but I'd like to see her doing it voluntarily,
lowering herself onto you so that we know she's a slut
who loves your cock in her ass."

Chuck smiled devilishly. "Hmmmm, I bet she's nice and
tight, even though she's been wearing that plug for a
while."

"I am sure she is," Chantal said.  She turned to me. 
"You'd love to feel that cock of his in your ass,
right?"

Obviously, she expected me to beg for it.  Chuck's
face told me he wanted that too.   I knew I was
supposed to be his slut tonight.   "Yeah, I'd really
like to feel him in me."

"How much?" she asked.

"Enough to beg," I said.  I begged him for ten minutes
to let me stick his cock in my ass.  I even showed how
much I wanted it, sucking him and telling him I was
trying to make him hard enough to do it.  I felt so
powerful somehow, feeling his dick getting hard from
my begging.

He laid on the bed while I pleaded and sucked him. 
When I got into a 69 with him, Chantal removed the
plug and began to finger my asshole.  I winced,
feeling her prying my backdoor open but knowing it was
necessary.  Chuck meanwhile tongued my pussy,
commenting on how wet I was getting.

"It's because I want you in my ass," I hissed,
shivering when he kissed my clit.  "Move down to the
corner and let me sit on your cock."

Surprisingly, he did.  He slid down to where I had
been bound, his lower legs each dangling off a
different side of the bed.  Chantal pulled her fingers
from my butt, and gave me a nudge.  I slid down to
there, and gripped the bedpost, squatting above
Chuck's cock.

Slowly, I lowered myself until I felt his dickhead
against my opening.  I settled a little, feeling the
pressure increase and he slowly slid in.  "Oh fuck!" I
exclaimed, feeling myself being pushed open.  It hurt
and yet I wanted it so bad.  I forced myself to go
slow, watching Chantal's face as more and more crammed
in.

"You are such a slut," she told me, in admiration.

"Oh, it hurts so good," I confessed, settling further
down.  I was glad the bedpost was there to give me
balance, because the idea of slipping and falling onto
Chuck's cock was appalling.  And exciting.

So it went until he was balls deep in my ass.  I moved
my feet out until I was sitting on his thighs,
enjoying the feeling of my man in my taboo hole.  Then
I leaned back and kissed Chuck, feeling his hand reach
around me begin to massage my clit.  I was so damn
aroused, I couldn't stand it!

Chuck began to rock in and out, loosening me for the
fucking to come.  I began to sit up, wanting to hump
him, but found that Chantal had moved to us.  I laid
back, letting her kiss me.  Now I felt totally trampy,
but it got better when her experienced fingers slid
down to begin circling my clit.

"Help me sit up," I gasped in a pause between deep
kisses.  She did, and then I told her to "eat my
pussy."  Now this was luxury, having the gorgeous and
talented woman pleasuring me while I began humping
Chuck.

Chuck looked out at Chantal.  "Lay on the bed so that
you are in a 69," he said to her.  Chantal did as he
asked, and I slid off him to get into a 69 with her. 
My face was buried in her pussy when I felt my cheeks
spread and Chuck pressed himself into me.

I always love getting it doggy style.  It feels so
wonderfully submissive, like I am giving something up
instead of receiving pleasure.  In a 69 with Chantal,
it felt even more so.  Her mouth knew just how to
please me, and eating her was wonderfully wicked.  It
was a total mindfuck, especially with Chuck screwing
my ass.  It was one huge taboo-breaker!

It got very sweaty as Chuck fucked me.  Beads of
perspiration were on us as we were all moaning and
grunting.  I tried milking Chuck with my strong butt
muscles, but then I began to get sore from the dry
fucking.  My anus was absorbing all the lube I had
used, and Chuck wasn't giving me more!

Just to increase the sense that I was being used
regardless of my enjoyment, Chuck finally undid my
French roll, then gripped my hair in his fingers.  My
back arched as he pulled me onto his cock.  Oh, it
felt so good!

Chantal slid out from me, since I was already nearly
vertical.  Her lips found my nipples, and she began to
chew on them.  At the same time, her fingers slipped
into my pussy, twirling around my slippery hole.  Then
they came to my mouth, making me suck my own juices
off.  It was total sensory overload!

After only a few minutes of this, I surprised myself
by shouting that I was cumming.  Oh damn, it was the
strongest in my life!  Chantal's fingers were deep in
me, pressing against my vaginal canal while I seemed
to cum forever.  To add the pleasure, Chuck began to
grunt and I felt him throbbing in my ass.  Compared to
the raw fire my chafed asshole felt, his steamy semen
was cool and soothing.

I am not sure how it all ended.  The force of my
orgasm knocked me into a stupor.  I think Chuck ate
Chantal to another orgasm before she left.  Chuck may
have ass fucked me again, but maybe not.

Despite my disorientation, I know it was a night to
remember.

****

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