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Blindfolds on and wrists are tied
Engage in motions not yet tried
Whispers uttered to the degradation of pride
Asshole clenched around a phallic tide
To and fro the shaft will slide
Waves of heat when balls collide
Rhythm is slowed, the spit long since dried
He screams in pain, but consent’s implied
Blood adds lube from flesh torn inside
Holes are filled and tears are cried
She wasn’t quite sure how she ended up in this *predicament*. Just an hour ago she was riding the subway, zoning out to a lofi playlist while she awaited her stop. *Now* she was sandwiched between two men, with names and faces she could barely recall.
One–the taller one with the big dick–was currently mid-shaft down her throat. He wove his fingers through her soft, black hair, holding her head like a basketball as he pummeled the back of her throat.
*GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK*
Rin always made great sounds when she was getting throatfucked. She looked up at him, her dark eyes trying to recall *how* precisely she’d ended up sucking his cock. But she was quickly distracted by the other man, who was lapping hungrily at her throbbing clit. She shuddered and moaned. *Tried* to moan anyway and would have been much louder if her uvula weren’t getting bounced around like a punching bag by Big Dick’s thick-rimmed cockhead.
The other man–the one between her legs–she remembered having a more average sized prick. And, oh, actually, that was because she was stroking it right then. So *that’s* what her hand’s been up to this whole time.
Helen, high school senior, on the cusp of graduation, and the Templeton High School Spirit Squad Captain, surveys her team. Six squad members plus herself, none cool enough to be cheerleaders, musical enough for marching band, or coordinated enough for field sports. But they are here, they are eager, and they are her team. And that is what matters.
“You’ve done good,” she says, pacing before them, “Waving flags and carrying banners and dancing.” They are in uniform, form-fitting leotard body suits, black with blue stripes and white stars. “We are a small team, but we are mighty, and the school sees that.” She stops, turns, heads the opposite direction.
“Which is why,” she continues, “We have been given the special opportunity to lead school spirit at next week’s assembly.” She lets that sink in, hears the murmurs of excitement. “I know!” she grins, eyes sparkling, “Us! Not the Cheerleaders or the Pep team or the Band. Spirit Squad!”
“So what are we going to do?” says Mia, her best friend since second grade and unofficial Spirit Squad second in command, “They’ve already seen our ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ routine, and that’s the best we’ve got!” Mia is a quiet girl, a redhead, who always earns straight A’s.
“You guys have to try and work it out,” Drake said as he stared at me on our lunch break. “I can’t have this going on.”
“I have no idea, what’s going on,” I shrugged.
“Work it out, soon!” Drake said, slightly annoyed.
“This weekend, then?” I asked.
“Sure,” Drake said as he walked away from me.
I shook my head, I had no idea why his girlfriend was annoyed with me or had started to ignore me, but I took it as a hint and started ignoring her and avoiding them.
Drake was my work buddy, sure, we hung out sometimes outside of work, but mostly we spent a lot of time together at work mainly because we lived in the same area. We always rode together when it was time to travel out of town or the state.
His girlfriend Bailey was just like me, a workout hog. That’s how I met her, not through him, but at the gym. We went to the same gym and were there twice a day. One day, when some guy was hitting on her, I pretended to be her guy, and she went along with it, and we started talking and exchanging numbers.
When I was nineteen my mom and I were living in a big house with her boyfriend of many years and his daughter. Her name was Linda and she was four years older than me. She was still living with her dad while she finished her degree. She was amazing. A stereotypical So Cal college girl. Long wavy blond hair, great tits and an incredible ass. Picture a twenty three year old Bree Olson.
One night our parents were out and she came into my room and sat on the edge of the bed. I asked her what she wanted and she told me her boyfriend had just broken up with her. He was a dick so I was happy to hear this but she really loved him and she was pretty devastated. I slid over to sit next to her and put my arm around her to console her. She turned towards me and wrapped both arms around me and buried her face in my neck. She was crying and I was doing my best to calm her. She smelled so good and felt amazing as she squeezed me harder and harder.
*I advice you to read Episode I first.* [*It is over here*](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirty_boy69/comments/vifcax/caught_watching_porn/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3)*. Enjoy your read.*
Life went on as usual after my roommate accidentally caught me jerking of to some nice porn. She didn’t bothered to mention the incident when we ran into each other. Neither did I. We both pretended that it had never happened.
When we talked with each other, it was mostly about casual stuff like the apartment, chit chat about our neighbors and shared friends, and sometimes complaining about one of our hookups. No, no one was hitting on the other. No one was checking out the other more than we did before. It really looked like it was a one off. A one off without any consequences. O boy, how was I wrong back then.
One day, about two weeks after the first incident, I was standing in the kitchen. Cooking some pasta with some home made sauce. My roommate was around too. I offered her a plate of food. She said: “Yes, I’d love to have something. I love your cooking.”
I munched on the popcorn as we walked with daddy to our theater. We were bored and decided to go see a movie. The theater was filled with the plush, reclining chairs. We found ar seats and settled in. Daddy lifted the arm of the chair so i could cuddle into him.
“Little one. I’ve just had an idea.” He said softly as he popped a piece of popcorn in his mouth.
“Yes daddy?” I asked softly.
“I’d like to fuck you here.”
“Daddy” I gasped in surprise.
“Check in my love.”
I paused processing what I felt. I’ve wanted daddy to fuck me in a public place. The theater was empty. “Green daddy.”
Daddy took my popcorn and set aside. “That’s my slut. Now get my dick hard so I can fuck you.”
“As you wish daddy”. I rubbed my hands along his thighs slowly making my way to his dick. I nibbled on his neck causing him to moan.
“Daddy I need your dick. I need you to fill me daddy.” I moaned into his ear.
I smiled softly as his dick harden under my fingers.
“You are my cum dumpster aren’t you?”
“Yes daddy. My mouth, my pussy, my anus. Where ever you want to deposit it daddy I’ll take it.”
Daddy moaned as his dick pressed against his pants. I moved to undo his pants wanting to set his cock free.
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=== ***Chris*** ===
Janice changed her mind. She wanted an extra day.
I sent Eve a text saying I’d probably be late tomorrow, and that got her a little steamy, so I explained why and she understood, but she is still mad. She still wants her own action tomorrow night, and now I’m wondering if I can even deliver.
Well when I woke up next to Janice, the first thing I did was give her a good morning kiss. At first she looked at me weirdly, almost in shock, but then it finally registered to her who I am and what we did and she returned the kiss.
“I hadn’t slept like that in a long time,” she chuckled, “a really long time.”
“You were probably stressed out,” I said while gently brushing her cheeks, “sex can be quite relaxing and it releases dopamine and serotonin.”
“Do tell. I felt things I haven’t felt.”
Well, she cooked breakfast for me and we ate with smiles and laughter. She told me about her college days, dull as it is, and mostly the reason why she lived a sexless life until now.
A few months ago 38 year old me came up with the great idea to finally do it: I made an appointment for a yearly checkup with my doctor. She was my doctor since forever. But we rarely ever met each other. The main reason for it is, that I am one of those, who only go to a doctor, or visit a hospital when my body really shows me he middle finger. When I am either bleeding out of some hole in my body or when I am so sick, that it was nothing but a near death experience and only professional care could fix me up again.
But not this time. It was out and about to get a preventive examination. So I called in my doctors office. Fortunately they remembered my name. They said that I am lucky, and that they had an open spot in about a week. I said yes, I have time. I cleared my schedule to make it to the appointment. And there I was, one week later, sitting in the waiting room, waiting for the nurse to call me in.
She chewed her bottom lip, cherry red, as the stranger rubbed her swollen belly. He stared intensely at her chest and below, not caring for anything above her shoulders. Her crop top covered none of her belly and barely contained the top 75% of her chest, which had grown almost as much as her stomach. She smiled at him, her look as vapid and empty as she needed to feel. The stranger spat some tobacco on the bar floor, looking at her tits as he talked.
“Do you even know who the daddy is?” he asked rudely. She started to answer until the glare in his eye told her to stay quiet. “Nah, dumb cunts like you never know, do you?” She shrugged, which bought her a slap to the face. Not hard, but it got her attention.
“I asked you a question, you stupid bitch,” he said. She rubbed her cheek and lied, telling him she didn’t know. That made him smile as he rubbed her thigh at the bar, sliding his hand up her leg. When she put her knees together, his dirty nails dug into her soft skin until she parted them. He didn’t care if people watched or saw, not that anyone was really watching them. It was late and most were drunk or just didn’t care.