It was Halloween, and I left work at six thirty to walk the fifteen minutes it takes me to get to my club. I’ve been a member at ‘The Meyrick Park Club’ in Bournemouth for four years now, it’s a fantastic place set in parkland.
It’s quite, even though it’s in the centre of town and now the nights have drawn in it’s quite dark. As I say, it’s just a fifteen-minute walk from my office on Richmond Hill. I like going on a Tuesday evening, as it’s usually quiet. I’m not sure why it just seems to happen that way.
Kids were in the streets tricking and treating as the sea mist began to roll in. The kids in their costumes along with the rolling mist made me uneasy. Spooky Halloween music drifted up the hill from the pop-up bar in the square.
When I got to the club, I found my ‘Body Pump Class’ cancelled, so I joined in with the ‘Spinning Class’. I don’t like Spinning, but a girl needs to keep fit. Spinning classes are tough. When the class finished most of the members drifted away to Halloween parties, I thought I would wind down with some work in the weights room.
There was only a few club members weight training, with me being the only woman! Three men, two of them were standard gym bunnies, whom I knew. The fourth was a stranger, good looking in a sort of ‘Vin Diesel’ way, in his late thirties I’d say.
What I mean is he was ripped and looked as though he was a bit hard. Did I say he looked a bit hard? I do tend to underplay things at times.
This guy resembled a complete thug, the sort of bloke gangsters would send around to put the frighteners on other gangsters. He didn’t have any scars or visible tattoos or anything, but he looked scary.
In keeping with Halloween, he was wearing a vest with the ‘Scary Movie Mask’ emblazoned on the front. He was also watching me, I was sure of it. I didn’t see him deliberately looking in my direction, but I could feel his eyes on me. It didn’t matter where I was in the gym! He was always on piece equipment, where I was in his line of vision. I became a little jumpy after a while!
It wasn’t that he was bothering me or doing anything overt, he always seemed to be there, in my face. Taking a quick glance at the gym bunnies, I wondered if they’d be of any help if I needed it!
The answer, I decided, was a resounding no. The tough guy looked as though he would eat them alive, and then look around for desert!
And I could be that desert!
I am of the firm belief that if you’re in an uncomfortable predicament, extricate yourself! I am not one of those women who finish up getting assaulted because they were stupid enough to start quoting their rights and waving the women’s lib banner.
If there was likely to be trouble I wanted to be sat on my sofa watching it on TV, thank you very much.
Finishing off my set on the vertical row machine, I headed to the women’s changing room. A quick shower and I’d be out of there. Peeling off my top almost from the moment I walked into the changing room, I threw it onto the bench next to my locker; then my leggings followed.
I was standing there in just my sports bra and knickers. As I started to pull off my bra, I felt eyes on me! I turned around, and I got a hell of a shock!
The tough looking bloke was in the changing room. He had followed me in and was leaning against the door, watching me. I just froze on the spot, petrified, eyes wide, looking at him.
“I want you!” He said in a matter of fact way.
He had a beautiful voice, surprisingly enough, and quite hypnotic. He looked as though his voice should sound menacing, but he had a pleasant baritone. For some reason, that sweet, voice made him seem all the scarier.
“I will scream,” I said weakly.
Thinking a fat lot of good that would do me, I’d already decided that the gym bunnies would be useless, and I couldn’t see the one last staff member, a female, fairing much better. Still, he probably wouldn’t be that blatant, would he?
“Really?” he said.
Sounding surprised. “And, why?”
“Why? Are you kidding me? You burst in here with that horrid clown mask on your sweatshirt and threatened me, and you wonder why I might scream?” I told him.
“I walked in quietly and leant against the door, to present an unthreatening appearance. All that I said was, I wanted you. You must be used to men thinking you to be very attractive. You’re beautiful, with that lovely long dark blond hair. I love that ponytail! You’ve a great body and buttocks that could crack nuts. And wow those fabulous boobs, E cup, no doubt? Why would you think I was a threat? The mask is just some Halloween fun.” He said innocently.
‘Well, your in the women’s changing room! And you’re suggesting that you want me? You’re inappropriately saying things about my body, and maybe you wish to have me? I’m not going to submit quietly to rape! I’ll scream my head off!” I told him.
“And so you should. Rape is reprehensible. I wouldn’t dream of raping a woman. I’m not a rapist, I would never force a woman!” He informed me.
He continued saying. “You can carry on getting undressed, remember its Trick or Treat! Don’t you want to treat me?”
The thug added. “The nude female form doesn’t bother me. In fact, I quite like looking at it. And you have a beautiful body, ‘I’d love to see those breasts, I bet their E cup am I right?”
He asked with a twinkle in his eye.
“You said that before, why the hell would I tell you the size of my bust or take my clothes off with you standing there?” I asked feeling outraged!
I also felt that I was losing track of the conversation. I was contemplating flashing my boobs at him to make the Brute go away. No, no that probably would give him the green light.
“Well, is it not a lot easier to have your shower if you’re naked. I imagine you were going to have a shower! Can I join you?”
“Yes, no of course not!” I tried to say, but he cut me short.
“There you are, then. You need to strip before you have it. And your underwear would get in the way if you decided to have sex with me!” He said in a very matter of fact way.
“I have no intention of having sex with you!” I said quickly.
“No, why not?” He asked.
“I just don’t want to, I wouldn’t want to have sex with someone like you. I feel that you’re coercing me, bullying me even! Go away leave me alone” I told him.
“No, I’m not bullying you. I’m just letting you know how I feel, that I want you and I would like to have you. I’d like to play with those lovely breasts, I want to feel your soft body wrapped around me, feeling my cock inside you, letting you experience the pleasure I could give you, you giving me pleasure in return!” He said, quite seriously.
“And am I allowed to say no to this attractive offer,” I asked.
With a tinge of sarcasm in my voice! I still wasn’t sure he wasn’t thinking about raping me.
“Well you’re allowed to, I guess, but think of what you’d be missing. And besides, think of how disappointed I am going to be. You don’t want to disappoint me do you?” He said in a saddened tone.
For a walking gorilla, he managed to sound like a hurt little boy. I felt a tinge of guilt until I recalled what he wanted me to do.
“You’re not quite all there!” I sniped.
Going on, saying. “Has that stupid line ever worked on anyone? Perhaps against a complete Neanderthal maybe?”
The brute replied. “Never tried it before. It’s just that you seemed so right for me, I had to make at least the effort!”
“So all I have to do is say no, and you’ll go away?” I asked.
“Yes and then no!” Was his reply?
“What do you mean yes and then no? It can’t be both.” I told him.
“Yes, it can. If you say no it means, I don’t get to have sex with you! But it doesn’t mean I’ll go away. I’d probably stay here and watch you shower, looking lost and pitiful, to see if you’d change your mind?” He said, doe-eyed.
Did he think I was going to finish getting undressed with him standing there watching? That would be asking for trouble, what would you say to the Judge I thought?
Yes, ‘M’lud,’ I stripped naked in front of the defendant. No, ‘M’lud,’ I never said he could be intimate with me!
Yeh, really! Not guilty, next case!
I shut my eyes and said. “When I open my eyes I don’t want to see you standing there. Please go.”
I should have known better than to take my eyes off him when I opened them he had moved, and now he was standing behind me!
“Do you need some help with these? I like helping women get undressed. It’s very much like unwrapping a Christmas present. One is eager to see what you’re getting!” He said in a soft tone.
Before I could say yes, or no, or get the fuck away, you low life, he was tugging my knickers down. Not just pushing them down, but taking them right off. Sliding them down to my ankles and then lifting my feet out of them, stripping them right off.
I was now standing there blushing, my hands over my pussy slightly bent forward to conceal my embarrassment. But I suddenly realised my bum was in the Brutes groin, and I could feel his massif hard on pressing on my bum cheeks! I quickly straightened up!
“Stop it.” I yelped.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I spluttered.
“Helping you out of your underwear.” He said, the tone of his voice implying that it should be obvious.
“I didn’t say you could do that.” I screeched.
“You didn’t say I couldn’t.” Going on he said. “Lift up your arms please!”
The brute had started to tug on the bottom of my one-piece sports bra. As he pulled on the latex material, my arms and body (the Brute was incredibly strong) were being forced up, exposing my blushing pussy!
As the material rode off my chest, my breasts bounced free and incredibly my nipples were starting to harden. Fuck, was this fucker turning me on?
The bra was now just a line of latex fabric going around under my arms and running across the top of my exposed boobs. I was virtually nude apart from that line of cloth, it seems the Brute was waiting for me to lift my arms! Seeing that I had no intention of doing so, he took matters into his own hands, so to speak. And in a flash, he grabbed my left arm by the wrist and jerked it vertical leaving a kink at my elbow.
His free hand pulled the material over my elbow up my forearm and off my wrist. He repeated the process with my other arm, and my bra was adorning my neck. In seconds the fabric was off over my head, and everything to see was now on open display.
Vis-a-vis, the thug was ogling my breasts and mons in the mirror opposite. I was naked, and it seems I didn’t protest that much.
“You don’t seriously think I’m going to agree to have sex with you?” I said as I looked for a towel to cover my nudity.
Seeing my hands now covered my pussy, he slipped a palm lightly across my breasts, and his fingers played with my nipples, I could feel them getting harder.
Fuck, this was arousing me!
I moved both hands to cover my breasts, big mistake!
His hand then probed between my legs, a finger exploring along the ridge my vulva.
Fuck it, I could feel I was getting moist.
A digit disappeared inside me, I tried to knock the hand away exposing a fleshy orb as I did so. The fucker was trying to explore my vagina, and for some reason, it excited me. I tried to back away, but was trapped between a locker and the brute!
“You don’t need to agree.” He murmured.
Tasting the sticky fluid that had come from my sex.
“I tend to take agreement for granted. The signs are there for all to see, your skin’s flushed, your breathing heavy, your nipples are hard and you’re obviously juicy!”
He again sucked on a finger to emphasise the point.
“You’re going to have to hurry up and explicitly tell me no, and to back off. Otherwise, your find that I’m going to have to fuck you!”
A bolt of excitement went through my body at the words. I’m going to have to fuck you!
“Why would your nipples be that hard, your pussy that wet, if you didn’t want to fuck?” He reasoned.
“Fuck, fuck!”…… He’s got a point, I’ve been celibate for a while, and I could do with some cock! But this guy; surely not!
At that moment, he pulled down his jogging bottoms, the bulge in his briefs said what was going to happen to me, if I didn’t say no; and say it now!
I looked down and gasped as he slid the briefs off kicking them away. Oh, my fucking God, the size of it, It was fucking enormous!
There was a monster of a cock uncurling and growing and growing larger. It twitched and waved from side to side as it pointed at me.
The head of the gland was pink, large and looked soft to the touch, the shaft was thick and veiny. His testicles sack large, but in scale with his ginormous penis, they were perfectly round and tight.
God this was turning me on! Why oh why is this turning me on so? Am I that sexually frustrated? Has it been that long since I had been fucked! I thought to myself as I felt his hands closed on my bottom, pulling me against him!
Oh, my god, I could feel that muscle pressing against me! I had to stop him. If I didn’t, he was going to use that thing on me and in me.
My tummy was full of butterflies! From fear, I was certain. It couldn’t possibly be lust. I had an irresistible urge to touch the monster that was now throbbing against my abdomen.
He let me go, and I hastily tried to put some space between us. I was breathing hard. Just nervousness, I assured myself. He calmly stripped his vest off and was now standing naked in front of me. Oh, my fucking God. He still looked a complete thug, but there was a certain charisma to him. Or was the size of that weapon or his six-pack distorting my feelings?
His hands cupped my breasts, stroking them, kneading their soft fleshiness, exciting my swollen nipples. Moving his hands off my tits, tweaking my nipples as they went, he slid them down onto my hips, and on down, clasping my bottom again and pulling me against him once more!
I was supposed to be saying no, I was very unconvincingly trying to push his hands away from my body. If I didn’t say no, he was going to insert that huge weapon inside me!
I opened my mouth and stuttered, saying nothing. What the hell was wrong with me? Did I want to be impaled on that huge cock? That now throbbed against my abdomen again?
He picked me up! Just like that, his hands tightened around my buttocks and lifted me. I just rose straight up off the floor! My God, he was strong!
Instinctively my hands clutched onto his shoulders, to prevent myself falling. He bounced me on his hands slightly, pulling me onto his hips, the action parting my legs! I could feel the moist lips of my pussy open as my legs gripped his buttocks.
Oh fucking god! I could feel his cock at the entrance to my body! I could feel the glands swollen head parting my labia.
My pussy was now quite wet, and I could feel my inner and outer labia swelling and spreading apart. Inviting the throbbing cock to invade my body. Beads of my female lubricant trickled onto the head of his cock, oiling the way for the invading gland.
He was doing it! He was going to impale me on that gorgeous cock, he was going to fuck me! I could not believe I was letting this fucker do this to me.
I was shaking my head from side to side as his cock pressed harder, any moment now he was going to be in me. I’d be sliding down onto him, totally impaled!
And, God and did I want it!
What was I saying?
Fuck I was feeling so turned on!
I guess shaking my head wasn’t the same as verbally saying no?
I felt the massive head of his cock sliding past my labia, my own betraying juices lubricating my impalement. Then the rest of the shaft slid up inside me, till my now rock hard clitoris came to rest on the shaved base of his manhood, then he pressed deeper.
I hastily wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to hold myself up and off him. That’s what I told myself. It was just an unhappy coincidence that the new position turned out to make it easier for him to penetrate me deeper.
He just kept on coming, pushing deeper and deeper, I could feel my vaginal canal happily yielding to him. His cock filled my vagina, the head of his massive weapon pressing against the back of my sex. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I had explained to him that I wasn’t interested in having sex with him, yet somehow I was clinging to him with his cock firmly inserted inside me.
Very firmly embedded!
I’ll swear I could feel the beating of his heart, vibrating into my pussy via his erection!
Fuck I loved it; sex with a stranger on Halloween had not been on my menu for All Hallows! I’d been celibate for a year now and one of my fantasies while I masturbated was to be forced! The sight of his erection just made me wet, I knew deep down I wanted it inside me.
Do you want to know what I found especially irritating? The damn man didn’t have to use any force!
I had argued with him before he stripped me naked, while he stripped me naked, and after the Brute stripped me naked, but somehow or other he just brushed all that aside and took me.
He just lifted my body and impaled me on his throbbing penis.
The head looked bigger than the opening to my vagina. But my wet pussy just let the bulbous pink crown slip deep into my body!
It would be a lot easier to understand if I’d protested and fought, squealing no, no, no, but I hadn’t even managed to get out the single no, that was needed to stop him!
Fuck the unpalatable reality was, I wanted him to fuck me!
Now look at me, speared on a monster cock and fuck I was enjoying it. I hated I was enjoying it. I was the one pushing down trying to get more of him inside me.
The changing room used to be the old dance studio before the club had a revamp, at the far end the old dance studio mirrors, and ballet bar (barre) were still in place. During the revamp the area had become recessed, and extra mirrors and barre were put in. To give it a more aesthetic, feel. The area now has a massage table, for the masseuse who comes in twice a week and for the sports therapist who comes in three times a week.
One to relax your body, and the other to relax your mind!
A curtain went across the recess for privacy during treatments. And there was a stand beside the massage table full of oils, emollients and implements for the masseuse and ST to use.
I particularly liked the body wand the ST used for deep tissue treatment. I have one at home and quite often give myself, well truth be told I masturbate with it.
My impaled, vagina had a vice-like embrace on his cock. The Brute, I didn’t even know his name, just ambled over to the massage table, with me bouncing on his cock with every stride. I’m sure he did it deliberately, so he could watch my breast bounce in unison to his steps.
I’m quite sure of it, and bounce they did!
I watched my body bobbing up and down in the mirrors that surrounded us; fuck it turned me on even more if that was possible!
I could see my tits bouncing up and down as my pussy pressed into the base of his cock my clit grinding into his pubic bone! It was incredibly erotic.
The soft skin of my vulva allowed the thick base of his phallus to push the gland further into me! I observed and felt every step, and every step was in time to the beat of my bouncing breasts, his cock pushing further up into me. I seem to be a voyeur on my defilement.
I had seen him moving around the gym, and he just seemed to glide from spot to spot, but now he was walking in such a way that I jolted with each step. Not only where my breasts bouncing and my nipples grazing against his muscled chest, but my clitoris rubbed against the base of his cock, which continued to throb and still grew inside me. I was so wet I could feel my lubricant oozing out of my sex! It was awesome!
Regarding his name, I was fucked if I was going to ask him what it was. As far as I was concerned, if a man strip’s you naked, skewers you on his cock and has every intention of fucking your brains out. He should have the courtesy to tell you who he is?
Sort of like. Hi. I’m Jim. I’ll be your ravisher tonight.
Waiters do it. Why not him?
In respect of the rape issue? OK, so I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no either? I do not know why I didn’t protest; I guess that means it’s not rape? In a court of law, I wouldn’t have been able to say I didn’t consent. Fuck me I’m consenting! And I hate to say I’m loving it!
What do you call it when a random bloke just walks up, strips you naked, removes his clothes, picks you up by your arse, spreads your legs and impales you on his impressive phallus? It’s sort of rape? Consensual rape? Damned if I know, the truth is; I was mesmerised by that enormous, bulbous headed penis!
I bet it had a personality all of its own.
Getting back to the subject at hand, or up my vagina, in this case!
He lumbered over to the massage table with me on the end of his cock and my boobs swaying from side to side! My mons pubis bounced on the base of his thick stalk. The action is making my clit swell, ever increasing the contact between her and his pubic bone!
The gland seemed to continue to grow inside me, filling my pussy and stretching my vaginal walls. It must be my imagination, but that cock just seemed to be still growing. Maybe it was my tight pussy, constricting around the invading gland that made it seem like it was still growing ever bigger?
I thought he was going to place me down on the table and let rip with that monster. But as we got to the bottom of the table he swung round with me hanging on his body for dear life and pressed my back to the mirror. The cold glass making my skin goosebump, as his hard gland pressed further up into my body if that were at all possible.
He instructed me to take hold of the ballet bar!
“What? Do you think I’m some contortionist?” I panted.
He sniggered, saying. “You can do it, I’m looking forward to those lovely tits flopping aside and bouncing, as I fuck you!”
He loosened my grip on his shoulders and placed my hands on the ballet bar behind me. All the time balancing me on his cock, my legs took a firm grip on his hips; I didn’t think I was going to be able to maintain this position for too long!
He was right my boobs had fallen apart and hung slightly on each side of my chest. He started to jiggle his cock inside me. Slow back and forward motions, as he gyrated his hips in a figure of eight!
It was a superlative feeling, the slow jiggling motion, as he swayed his hips. His throbbing manhood just slightly moved inside me. I was so full of his gland, any motion from him brought beautiful contact to the inner walls of my bulging sex. I could feel every movement the monster made, every throb and every twitch.
And then he started to slide it out of me, I hung on to the barre and to his hips as tight as I could. The head recoiled back to the entrance to my pussy; it immediately pushed back in, slowly at first. There were at least 10 inches of stalk, and with the bulbous head must have meant I had over 12 inches within me. My hand wouldn’t be able to close around the circumference of his fully erect cock, the girth being too thick. And it was fully erect and fully inserted into me.
His pumping and thrusting monster gained momentum, and I started to push back. Calling him a fucking bastard, for taking me this way and making me like it. With every pumping stroke, he made back into me, I drove my pussy as deep as I could onto his cock, my breasts as the brute had predicted were bouncing on both sides of me.
Letting go of my arse, he pulled on the two erections protruding from my pink areola! They now were so tight and wrinkled, the teats so hard that they gave testament to my impending orgasm. I could feel the skin of his veiny cock filling me and massaging my vaginal walls as they tried to grip the thrusting slippery gland as he pumped into me faster and faster.
One hand moved from torturing a nipple, leaving the other teat to withstand the torment on its own. His hand moves to my mons pubis, stretching back the skin revealing the horny swollen clitoris.
The sensation was hastened my impending climax.
As two fingers stretched the skin above my clit his thumb wanked the hard sex bud! All the time the Brutes cock continued to fuck me, pumping into my sopping pussy, as squelching sounds emanating from my pounded sex!
As I felt the head of his monster fill the back of my vagina my orgasm started as it always did, with the first waves of pleasure rising and subsiding.
Gently at first getting stronger with each ebb and flow. Nipples, clitoris and labia flooded with heightened sensitivity, growing in intensity with each rising wave of pleasure.
As the Brutes huge penis pumped in and out of my body, I felt a wave build, this time not to subside; I came, my orgasm detonating deep in my pussy.
My climax exploded throughout my body dopamine’s flooded my brain. I cried out unashamedly! I bucked wildly on his cock crying out.
“You fucking bastard, you bastard! Fuck, fuuccckkkk, why is it so fucking good? You fucker, fuck you, how did you do that to me?”
He’d seen me, wanted me, decided to have me, stripped me naked, groped my tits, impaled me on his cock and fucked me. Fuck, I had loved it, and I hated myself for it! I jiggled and wriggled on his still hard gland buried deep inside me, trying to wring every last drop of fulfilment out of my orgasm.
My pussy was continuing to throb around the invading organ, as he took hold of a buttock with one hand and a wrist with the other and pulled me away from the ballet bar. Holding on to his shoulders still fully impaled on his cock, he took hold of both my arse cheeks and stepped back two paces and turned, we were at the foot of the massage table.
He let go of my bottom, sliding his hands up my back till they reached my armpits. I took a tighter grip on his hips as I felt the support disappear from my buttocks. His large, strong hands slid around from my back encircled a breast each and squeezed the soft flesh of my tits, his erection and his hands gripping my boobs were now my only support.
He loosened his grip slightly on my tits, and I started to fall gently back to the table. My hands were unable to remain gripped onto his shoulders; his body and my palms were too sweaty. As my breasts slipped out of his grip, I could feel myself descending onto the massage table.
As I was about to land on the soft mattress, his fingers took hold of my erect, elongated teats. A forefinger and thumb from both hands had trapped the areola and hard stalk of a nipple each!
I yelped in exquisite pain as my nipples took the strain. I was now suspended just above the massage bed by basically my mammary glands, and his penial gland impaled deep in my pussy.
I tried to grab his arms, but every time I did he would pull on my teats. I wanted to plead for him to stop, but again no words came, fuck was I was enjoying the erotic discomfort.
I hung there by my nipples, stretched as far as the elasticity of my body would allow.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror to my side, suspended centimetres above the bed. By just the ends of my nipples trapped between his fingers, trying desperately to support myself on the sides of the table.
I’m glad the gym had made me super fit.
As I slowly came to rest on the mattress, I could feel his cock pushing up on the inner wall of my vagina. The swollen head of his muscle must have been pressing against my g-spot it felt exquisite!
Mind you the head of his cock felt like it was in the back of my throat, so it must have been part of his thick throbbing veiny stem stroking my g-spot. He leant back slightly, and I could feel my body being cantilevered back off the bed by his ginormous dick! As he again pulled on my nipples, stretching them as far as they would go, his cock literally lifted me back up off the bed. The power that muscle had!
The Brutes cock was so far inside my body, I have never been impaled so deeply and on such a gorgeous thing before! I swear I could feel it at the back of my throat.
As my body started to come back up off the table, he began to thrust that gorgeous cock in and out of me. Bouncing and thrusting up into me, the Brutes pubic bone pummelling my clit! His hands now gripped a breast each. Not by just my aching nipples, each hand held the soft flesh of an orb, as well as a thumb and forefinger teasing a nipple each. Squeezing and rolling the teat between the digits, making me squeal with pleasure. Suddenly he let go of my breasts letting my nipples free of his torturing fingers as he dumped me on the massage table.
His cock still thrust into me, pumping piston-like into my squelching sex! He slowed his pace till he came to a full stop! Withdrawing his cock, the throbbing monster came to rest just above my clit, the frenulum rubbing on the little cuff of hair that adorned my mons!
Once I was comfortably laid on my back, looking up at him, he winked and said.
“You better hold on the bed baby!”
I gripped both edges of the table as tight as I could. My bottom was on the end of the table with my legs clinging to the Brutes tight buttocks. The Brute pulled my legs off his arse and took hold of my ankles.
Pulling my legs vertical and spreading them apart. The action peeling my pussy open, with my bum slightly off the mattress! His cock still lay across my mons pubis! He gently wanked his frenulum on my pubic bone!
My legs were now pointing straight up and apart, in a V shape, my pussy at the apex! I could feel my juices escaping out of my slit and seeping down to my bum hole!
The Brute slid his cock off my pubic mound and let it slip down between my pussy lips. The glands corona engaged with my vaginal entrance as he pushed the head home, gliding into my body!
Slowly he slid his enormous cock in and out of me so gently at first, I didn’t expect it from this brute of a man. I looked into the mirror behind him, watching his pumping buttocks!
I moved my gaze to looked down my body, my breasts heaved with his slow, steady thrusts. They had parted, and rhythmically slid back and forth on my chest! I could see down to my pubic mound, I’m so glad I had that waxing yesterday, just a little cuff of hair was left pointing the way to my sex!
It’s amazing the stupid things you think of while a total stranger fucks your brains out. His hairless pubic bone squashed my vulva with every soft and slow thrust. My second climax was rapidly building, my clitoris throbbed, and I could see her just beginning to protrude from her protecting hood. Sensations started to radiate through my swollen sex glands.
I had not noticed before, but he apparently waxed too, as he did not have hair on his body. From his bald head to his hairless cock his body was as smooth as silk. I had an urge to take one of those tight round smooth hairless testicles in my mouth. Suck the vulnerable, sensitive testis, gently at first and then harder, sucking it deeper and squeezing the soft fruit till he begged me to stop. The beast had unleashed a she-devil within me, anything and everything was possible, and nothing was off the sexual table!
My sexual appetite seemed un-quenchable!
I let go of the bed and reached for my bouncing breasts, I had the urge to play with my nipples. I love to pull gently on the pink stalk and rub them, while I masturbated or in this case being fucked, the sensations driving me mad making me as horny as hell!
As I tugged on my nipples, I felt his phallus slipping out of me!
Looking down my body I watched as it snaps upwards towards his abdomen, my sex juices coating the shaft and a bead of semen bubbled at the eye of his urethral opening.
I wanted to taste that salty fluid!
I wondered if he knew that by watching myself in the mirrors, and by being fucked like this, how fucking turned on I was.
The aforementioned was not lovemaking, this was an animal craving, lovemaking is soft and gentle, this was fucking on an epic scale, and I loved it.
His penis stood to attention, bolt upright. The bulbous now near purple head of his magnificent gland nestled at his navel as creamy spunk dribbled from it’s dilated eye. It had girth too! That monster had been inside me and undoubtedly he wanted to return it into my slippery wet sex. I wriggled my arse and pussy as I tugged on my nipples, intimating I wanted that cock back inside me.
But instead of forcing that monster back into my craving body, he placed the heels of my feet against the clavicle bones of his shoulders and indicated I should push my buttocks up slightly. I dutifully obeyed. I couldn’t see what was going to happen to me, so I watched in the mirror as he took hold of his gland and slapped then head against my vulva.
It was exquisite!
Again and again, he slapped that monster onto my tender pussy, the head slapping my clit, sending me wild!
I screamed. ‘Fuck me you bastard!
He only slapped my pussy harder. My labia swelled, and my clit became engorged and erect.
It was nearly visible from the space station!
As the Brute ceased slapping my clit with the corona of his cock, he instructed me to lift my arse higher, guess what, I did. I wanted to see what was to come. I raised my buttocks further off the bed! The higher I raised my hips, the higher my buttocks rose! Making my swollen vagina opened like a flower, my inner and outer labia peeling apart exposing my vaginal orifice!
The Brutes hands now explored my pussy, stroking my labia, his fingers sliding past my pussy lips, exploring my vaginal canal. A thumb gently played with my clit as his fingers explored deep inside me! My body shivered and shuddered with the pleasure of it. I tugged harder on my nipples making them sore, exquisitely painful!
He placed the thumb of his left hand again on the spot just above my swollen clit. Gently pressed down and back on my pubic bone, lifting up my clitoris. The engorged bud throbbed and sent waves of pleasure through my nervous system.
The brute, smirking, started to pull on my sensitive cum button, now rubbing it vigorously. Fuck, I felt the first wave of my third orgasm build, but it just kept on building! There was no ebb it just created! My orgasm came in a rush, I tore at my breasts, squeezing my nipples and bucking wildly, all the while I squealed incoherently!
My slippery lubricant in such plentiful supply oozed out of me. I lay there totally fucked but still propped up on his shoulders. His hands moved to my arse taking a butt cheek in each hand; he pulled them apart, I tried hard to resist his strong hands, but resistance was futile.
I could feel my bum holes vulnerability as I felt my pussy lubricant trickling down over my perineum and anus! It was astounding how much was exuding out of me!
The brutes beautiful cock stood upright and pressed between the lips of my inner labia. When I looked down along my torso, I could see the swollen head poking up between my legs.
I wriggled and pushed on his shoulders with my feet and managed to rub my sex up and down his thick shaft!
He moaned, and I could see spunk discharging from the head, beads of the stuff dribbling over the corona of his magnificent penis. He moved back slightly, and slowly and gently guided the throbbing head of the monster, down sliding over my clitoris. I shuddered as I felt the frenulum of his cock rubbing my clit.
Our two cum spots touching for a moment sent me into a frenzy; he grunted, and a small spurt of seminal fluid landed just above my clitoris. Gravity assisted the sticky fluid to trickle down over my sex bud as he continued to guide his cock down between my labia! Dragging the viscous liquid with it, coming to rest in the embrace of my pussy lips.
I could feel the head throbbing and twitching at the gateway to my body. I urged him to thrust into me, but he just smiled and continued to guide the monster down over my perineum, where the head alighted at the entrance to my rectum.
He was going to fuck me in the arse, oh the irony! His cock coated with my own lubricant, my anus was also wet with it. I was going to get fucked in the arse, and my body fluids were going to expedite it!
The bulbous head pressed at the entrance to my most intermit place! I tried to say no, but the words didn’t come. I attempted to clench as I felt the gland invade my recta, the head slipped easily past my anal verge! But only up to the throbbing glands coronal ridge! I could feel the pulsing head just in my anal passage! I waited for the full thrust, for the pain, as his testis slapped on my buttocks, as his monster impaled me deep into my bowel.
I waited for the pain, but it didn’t cum. He gently pulled out, and then pushed back, the sensation was not unpleasant! He kept repeating this over and over, I tried to thrust with him, but he never went deeper, than the swollen head of his cock. My rectal muscles gripping the gland as it throbbed in my arse.
He would stop ever so often, and I could feel the gland throbbing just inside me as again my anal muscles spasmed around the invading head.
He was obviously trying to control his urge to fill me with his sticky seed, to quell his climax.
Was he going to fill my rectum with his seed?
He started rocking the head of his cock in and out of me again. The rim of my anus was now fully erogenised, and waves of pleasure were radiating from that secret spot. Through my perineum and into my bloated sex!
I urgently played with my nipples, as I felt his fingers playing with my clitoris. My hard sex bud twitched as he rubbed faster and I bucked against the monster trying to force it into me, wanting to be impaled balls deep into my rectum.
What am I saying? Am I about to lose my anal virginity?
I watched in the mirror trying to see how deep he was. He just kept pushing the head up to the corona just in and out of my anus, no deeper than the palpitating head. And then my fourth climax hit, instead of the waves of pleasure building and subsiding; now my whole body was in a continuous state of arousal, literally always on the edge of an eruption.
My erogenous zones were on fire; now my orgasm had become masculine it just exploded from my body. As my climax subsided, he pulled the head of his cock out of my arse and started to thrust it up and down my wet slit.
The fifth orgasm came seconds after the fourth. It may well have been still the fourth, but it felt like an earthquake’s aftershock. As he kept thrusting the massif cock up and down my vaginal valley, another climax hit me. My body shook, my tits swelled, my pussy throbbed, my nipples so large and hard, they ached!
I’d gone somewhere I had never gone before.
Oh, my god, I didn’t know sex could be this good. I know at twenty-six I’m not that experienced but thought up to this point in my life, I had been having great sex, but this was a different thing.
Then the brute moaned and grunted as a plume of seminal fluid erupted from the pulsing purple head of his cock. A straight line of masculine cum went from my mons pubis in a line between my breasts and dripped off my chin. I lay there breathing deeply, wanting to close my aching legs and drift off into an orgasm induced sleep.
When he slapped my arse and said. “More!”
“What!” I squealed, “More….?”
He took a bottle of scented oil from the stand by the table, and liberally squirted it over my torso. My legs now dangled down off the edge of the bed, he lifted the left one up and started to firmly but gently massage oil into my calf muscles.
His strong hands were kneading deep into the tissue. A sense of tranquillity and well-being began to flow over me. I lifted my head and looked down the length of my body, and there was that erection still hard and still waving around as he worked on my calves, moving to my quads. His fingers massaging deep into my quadriceps!
Fuck, why had it not gone to sleep?
It should be lying against his leg flaccid!
His hands worked defy and with surprising expertise on my quad muscles, working deep into the hard tissue. Going up the length of my leg till he reached my groin, his fingers worked deep into my soft flesh. A feeling of total relaxation flowed through my body, as he expertly worked on my pubic mound!
This was obviously going to be a massage with a happy ending, hopefully for the both of us!
The Brutes fingers massaged deep into my pubic bone, his thumbs work even deeper into my vulva, then my labia. His digits delicately rubbing my inner pussy lips, pulling them out and letting them slip through is oily fingers back inside my sex, the feeling was exquisite.
Moving to my outer lips, he gave them the same treatment. Leaving them engorged with blood, swollen and tingling with the deft manipulation they had received. This man was an anachronism, I gasped as his thumbs entrapped my clitoris and with a gently rocking motion, he began to masturbate the growing bud.
I pleaded for him to wank me faster, but no, with a slow rhythm between his thumbs he continued to massage my engorged and now a quite erect clitoris. My breasts had significantly swollen, and my nipples had become large brown crinkled stalks!
I rubbed the oil he had squirted over my body into my breasts and abdomen. Teasing my nipples with one hand while pulling back on the skin just above my clitoris with the other. Heightening the sensations that throbbed through my clit. The gentle and slow way he was massaging my sex bud was so very slowly building another climax. I had arrived at the club a one orgasm girl, now I was a multi-orgasm girl!
This orgasm seemed to be building from deep in my womb, just as it was about to erupt, he stopped! I bucked and wriggled on the massage table wanting to cum, the fingers stretching the skin above my clit now tried to work on the sex bud themselves.
But the Brute moved forward and placed my hand back on my breast. The monster between his legs pressed against my wanton pussy, I gasped in delight thinking I was going to be invaded again.
But no he moved to my right leg, massaging deep into the tissue, slowly working his way up till he again arrived back at my vulva. I lay there in a state of total relaxation as he worked on my clitoris. Slowly and very gently massaging the hard bud till it again stood erect, my orgasm starting to build all over again!
From deep in my body, erotic sensations radiated out over me, like waves cascading on a beach. My orgasm built then subsided, then built again. Over and over my orgasm arrived and then like a wave on the beach flowed back, his masturbating fingers keeping a steady pace.
The waves were breaking on the shoreline of my body, the climax recedes as its dragged back out to sea, only to return stronger to crash over my body again and again. A finger probed at my rectum, my overflowing lubricant and oil making it easy for the finger to delve deep inside my rectal passage.
A thumb stroked the rim of my anus the feeling was surprisingly erotic. The digit inside me now started to stroke the inside of my anus; the feeling was different but good, pleasurable. The finger inside my rectum now came together with the thumb playing with my anal rim.
The finger and thumb rubbing the sensitive tissue between them!
The sensations at the entrance to my rectum along with the slow ministrations on my clit brought me to another orgasm. My sixth, seventh or eighth climax (I’ve lost count) just came! It pulsed through me my body twitching as a dopamine overdose again flooded my brain! Bring a feeling of extreme euphoria!
Instead of a cataclysmic climax, this orgasm just kept coming. My vagina just kept contracting and pulsing and throbbing; I could feel my vaginal walls clenching inside me. My anus pouted uncontrollably gripping the fingers probing my anus!
The climax just kept coming, female fem juice seeped from me, running down over my perineum lubricating the fingers fucking my arse before forming a small pool on the massage bed!
As he slowly stopped massaging my clit and removed the fingers from my bottom, I slowly came down from the most magnificent orgasm I had ever had in my life.
My clitoris was still erect wanting more attention! I had become a nympho! I needed more! As good as that orgasm was it had not sated my sexual appetite! I needed another earth-shattering climax! I was addicted!
The Brute moved closer, positioning himself between my thighs, the monster between his legs jerked up and down and waved from side to side, slapping the inside of my legs!
Lifting me by the quads, he skewered me on the muscle. I squealed in ecstasy as that monster of a cock, plunged deep into my body. We were both now unaware of what was going on around us. But as he was balls deep in my pussy we were brought back to earth, as the door to the ladies changing room swung open!
It was the receptionist!
Checking to see if everyone had gone, she had locked up and was on her way out. We apparently hadn’t realised what the time was and you know what they say.
Time fly’s when you’re enjoying yourself.
She stood there, with a word on her lips that would not come out. Then it did.
“What’s going on you shouldn’t be here, were closed?”
Continued in Chapter Two
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