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Scheherazade on IM

She’d been chatting with him on and off for a few weeks–or was it months? I suppose it doesn’t mean anything in internet time, where Einstein’s relativity rules (after lolcats, of course).

HIM: which i’d love to hear a story now before i go fuck my lover in her hallway.

HER: Against the wall or on the floor?

HIM: you can pick if you get me off.

HER: You should torture yourself and hold off until you get there.

HIM: i’m a baby, remember? i’m only happy when i come four times a day.

HER: If you insist.

HIM: i do, hottie

HER: The bar is packed, everyone is bumping into everything. The place is a mass of bodies, pulsing against a smoky background and already stale hits off last year’s Top 40 charts…

And so the story began, melting the 437 miles between them.

I’m trying to get the bartender’s attention. It’s open bar before midnight, but the fuckers charge for non-alcoholic drinks and I’m driving.

Before I can get my $15 Red Bull, I feel a hand go up my skirt.

I don’t move. I can see him barely out the corner of my eye, but I don’t turn to look. Imagine he was hideous?

Suddenly, I can’t decide if I want him to be hideous or not. There’s something delightful about the notion of being touched by an ugly man without your permission.

“Ha!” her friend interrupted the story on chat. “Is there?”

She ignored him and went on:

A hideous man. A bulging mass of sweaty, aging flesh. Oh, yes, it’s delightful, especially when you’re a beautiful woman.

I feel another hand on the small of my back. It slides around, gripping me around the waist, then runs up my chest and pulls me so I’m standing straight, just as the bartender hands me my drink.

I hear a voice in my ear, but I can’t make out what’s being said. The stranger pulls me against him–his torso doesn’t feel large or round against my back. Before I can feel disappointed, I feel his fingers hovering over my slit.

I’m wet. A man beside me elbows me. He’s talking animatedly with two other men, all of them with that boring emokid haircut that covers one of their eyes. Or both. Might as well. Sheep. Bahhh, say the sheep, bahh, walking blindly behind Brendon Urie.

A finger slides inside me. He pulls it out and and begins drawing circles in cunt juice around it. I sip my Red Bull and pull out a cigarette. I’m about to light it, when I feel his hand on my back again. He pushes me forward on the bar and leans close to me, “Order me a mojito,” he says and I can hear him clearly now.

A mojito. What a faggy drink. I am thoroughly appalled by the man, I can’t believe a Mojito-sucking pussy is fingering me at my bar.

I thrust my hips against his hands–I bet they’re manicured, too, that little bitch, and that he likes girls to finger his ass while they blow him. Or better yet, likes to borrow their dildos. Little fag, oh my god, yes, I thrust back against him.

He takes my hair in a hand and pulls me to him, “did you hear me? Get me a mojito.”

The fact that I man has me by the hair at the bar gets the bartender’s attention. (Mental note: employ technique later). I order the mojito.

I put it on my tab, what the hell.

Suddenly, the grip on me is released. I sip my drink and wait a few moments. Nothing happens. I’m still holding the unlit cigarette. The bartender slides an ashtray toward me. I keep waiting. Did the stranger leave? The mojito slides before me.

Did the stranger leave me with the fucking mojito?

I’m going to turn around, but I suddenly feel his breath on my neck.

“What would you do if I fucked you, right here?”

I feel something hot and hard against my thigh.

“At the bar?”

“At the bar,” he responds, pushing up my skirt. His cock is hot, pressing against my hole.

I pick up my lighter and light the cigarette I’d dropped on the bar. Inch by inch, his cock slides into me.

Someone bumps into me on the right. I don’t even bother to look. Everyone is so packed together, they don’t notice anything, not who they bump into, and certainly not who’s fucking at the bar.

I exhale. I can’t believe I’m getting fucked at a bar and no one can tell.

I suck on my cigarette, feeling kind of like a goddess even though I haven’t done a damn thing.

Just then, my eyes meet the bartender’s. He can tell. I can just tell that he can tell. Fuck. What’s he going to do?

He comes over, ignoring people trying to get his attention.

“How’s that mojito?” he asks.

The drink is still sitting in front of me, untouched.

“Great.”

“Need another one?”

I look at him. He’s older, worn, un-manicured hands. The sort of guy you see in dives around this part of town. Interesting.

We don’t verbalize anything more. When you serve people at decibels like these, you learn to guide yourself by other signs. He knows what I’ve in mind as well as he knew I was getting fucked right here.

I reach back and grab Mojito’s cock. I straighten up against his back and, turning so my lips are near his face, say, “we’re going outside.”

He pulls out. I give him a moment, then motion for Bartender to meet me in the alley. I don’t know if Mojito is following me. I don’t give a fuck. I notice the expression on the face of the woman manning the other side of the bar. The place is too full to take breaks. Oops.

I’m out the door. When he steps out, I push him against the garbage–

“Oh, darling,” she paused, making her friend fall out of the story and land back at his computer. “What’s it called?”

“What?” he asked.

“Oh, the dumpster,” she said.

“Mm-hm.”

I shove him against the dumpster and unbutton his pants. Inside there’s this big, fat cock. Not very big, but fatter than anything I have ever seen. It’s so fat, I get down on my knees and kiss it. I was gonna suck it, but I can only lick it because it’s so fat.

I’m on my knees licking him and he’s looking down and laughing, watching me lick his cock like that. He picks me up and pushes me against the dumpster, facing it so I can smell the sweet scent of rusting metal mingling with the rotting garbage inside. He rolls up my skirt so my ass is exposed to the cold, wet night.

Finally, I feel his fat cock slide inside me.

As his dick goes in and out, he brings his a hand on my hip, pulling me into him as he pounds me, and places another on my head, flattening the side of my face to the dumpster. From this view, I see the door open again. A shortish guy steps out, probably 5’10”, with reddish brown hair, clean cut, an all-American face. I assume it’s Mojito…

HIM: god gonna comw

The story stopped again and both were spun back into the reality of the pathetic glow of their laptop screens.

HER: Oh! Are you finished?

HIM: yes. wow. head, as always, spinning

HER: I was just about to get fucked in both holes, what a shame!

HIM: apparently this will be a two-volume story

HER: Have fun fucking your girl-thing.

HIM: i will. and i’ll be picturing you.

HER: Getting fucked in both holes by strangers?

HIM: mm, possibly.

He logged off, but you can’t stop a story once you’ve started it. When another IM opened on her screen, she picked up right where she’d left off.

I’m pressed up against a dumpster in the back of a bar, getting fucked by the bartender when the back opens and another man steps out. He walks decisively toward us and instead of stopping, the bartender begins to pound faster.

HIM: the typical thing would be for the other guy to like tag in for the bartender. but that’s boring. i think instead he would come up behind the bartender and put his hands on his hips and nuzzle his neck.

HER: Come on please me, don’t get all homo.

HIM: maybe he has a camera then–not some bullshit amateur camera. this guy is either a serious hobbyist or a pro.

The only light in the alley is a flickering neon 7-Up sign over the bodega on the corner, so the man with the camera moves in a disconnected sequence, as under a strobe. While he films, he unfastens his belt with the other hand.

He removes his belt, a thin leather one, and slips it into a noose around my neck. The bartender lets go of my head as Mojito begins to pull on the belt, directing my body toward him. I bend at the waist and reach for his dick in his unfastened pants.

When I pull it out, I see it’s smaller than the bartender’s. A perfect dick to suck off. I take hold of Mojito’s hips and begin to fuck his dick with my mouth.

Mojito hands the bartender the belt and I feel the direction of the pull change. Suddenly, I begin to feel light-headed as the oxygen supply diminishes. All I can feel are two cocks pounding into my mouth and cunt as the world starts to fade.

As with all stupid erotic asphyxiation n00bs, the bartender doesn’t know how to properly regulate the pull and I faint and fall to the wet asphalt. The cold wetness brings me to in seconds before the bartender is on me, his dick back inside me after half-slipping out during the fall.

My shirt with the plunging cleavage has opened, leaving my breasts exposed to the dirty, wet asphalt. Every time the bartender thrusts into me, I can feel the dirt grind against my nipples.

Mojito has the belt again, he’s slipped it around my mouth now and is pulling on it while pushing down on my neck with his foot.

The bartender’s cock is throbbing inside me, I can tell he’s about to cum. Sure enough, withing a few seconds, he’s pulled out and, having pushed Mojito away, he rolls me over with his boot and cums all over my face.

“Suck it clean,” he says, his gorgeous cock standing at attention, still dripping cum. I rise slowly and get on my knees to lick him clean. As I do, Mojito comes behind me and pulls me up, pushing me down so I’m bent at the waist again, with my ass in the air.

As I lick the bartender’s dick and balls, I feel the Mojito’s less impressive cock on my slit again, rubbing around it, spreading the juices all over. When he plunges, he doesn’t go into my pussy, he goes right into my ass. My sphincter tightens immediately, but it can’t hold against the power of the thrust.

Meanwhile, the bartender has taken the belt and removed it from around my neck. With Mojito deep inside me, the bartender pushes me so I’m standing up straight. Mojito holds me by the arms as he fucks me, and the bartender runs the leather against my exposed tits, dirty from being on the ground.

He doubles the belt and makes it snap, then brings it down on my left breast. Mojito plunges deeper.

Snap!

The belt lands on the right nipple. The pain flashes through my body, shooting down my spine and causing my ass muscles to tighten around Mojito’s cock.

Snap! Under my ribcage. Snap! My left nipple. The bartender comes close and reaches for my pussy. I’m dripping again. He brings his hand up and lifts my chin. I can smell my cunt on his fingers. He kisses me.

Mojito pulls out slowly then fills me with his cock again. I moan into the bartender’s mouth.

The bartender is getting hard again. I can feel his big cock pressing against me. And now that I’m upright, I can also feel the blood running out of my nose from where it was bloodied when my face hit the pavement in the fall earlier. In fact, the whole side of my face is throbbing. Oh, fuck, I can just tell it’s gonna be black and blue in the morning. Jesus, everyone is going to think my boyfriend beats the shit out of me. Random women are going to come up to me on the street and give me the phone numbers to battered women’s shelters.

The bartender hands the belt to Mojito, who uses it to tie my elbows together behind my back. Mojito then takes his free hand and grabs my throat and pulls me against him as he pushes his cock up into my ass. I realize that he’s leaning back over the dumpster in order to give the bartender a good angle on my cunt.

The bartender pulls my shirt and the top tie becomes undone, exposing my body completely. Her steps forward and grinds the head of his cock against my pussy, he’s working it against my clit, trying to get it hard enough to put it in again.

He’s stroking himself, just outside my cunt, all the while looking at me. I see him reach into his pocket with his free hand. At first I can’t see what it is–a condom? A little late for that, I’d imagine, I think feeling a sliver of guilt.

The bartender brings his hand to my face and I see the straight razor. He runs the edge of it over my lips and I can taste how sharp it is. He drags it down over my chin and down my frame, pressing it here and there just hard enough to make a little nick.

When I don’t struggle to get away, he gains some confidence and draws a long, shallow cut across my clavicle and abruptly thrusts his cock into me and so I’m suddenly completely filled up, ass and pussy, the two cocks almost touching inside me with just a thin layer of flesh between them.

The bartender puts the blade up against my throat where I can feel it, pushing just hard enough to break the skin a little.

“Cum for me, slut,” he says as he and Mojito pound into me.

A drop of bloody sweat lands on my lip, it stings. My whole face is throbbing. The bartender kisses me as he thrusts again, and my lips become alive with pain.

I can feel both their cocks now, moving out of sync, pummeling in their own way, one fast, the other slow, one hard, the other in gentle strokes. Then as they become aware of one another, it’s like they’re racing. I can’t take it. I realize I’m screaming and my knees buckling. They give, but their two cocks hold me up. With Mojito breathing into my neck and the bartender biting my lip, I cum.

The strength of my sexual response cycle makes my ass tighten around Mojito in a powerful sequence and he shoots into my ass, filling me with his searing cum. He’s followed by the bartender shortly after, who shoots his load into my cunt.

After a moment, the bartender pulls out and buttons up is pants. I step off Mojito and I feel the belt loosen around my elbows.

The familiar noise of zippers and buckles and a lighter as I light a cigarette, wondering how the fuck I’m gonna get my coat from the bar looking like I do.

“I’ll get your coat,” the bartender says. I hand him my ticket and he disappears inside the bar.

A few minutes later, I’m in a cab home, with a cab driver asking me if I want to call the police. People are so nice.

As for the video the guy shot? It got 1,276,430 views on Youtube before they took it down.

Not too bad for a typical Thursday night.

Rockstar Sex

I met Brooks through work. During our initial interactions, he let slip that he’d been a rockstar in the 80s. So I asked him if I could interview him. Not about music or fame, either. About sex. If there is one thing more interesting than fucking like a porn star, it’s fucking like a rockstar and I wanted my hands all over it.

“What’s this for?” he asked.

“Shits and giggles.”

So I met him one afternoon at St. Nick’s, a fave hole-in-the-wall to see if I could get some dirt on the best rockstar sex ever.

“You wanted deets about some romps,” he said. “I have a few memorable ones.”

“Nice. Shoot.”

“I was playing one of those huge rock clubs called Metro 107 in Miami. I met this Cuban/German girl, at least that was the heritage she claimed, named Marie. Incredibly hot: dark skin, blue eyes, fucking amazing skin–flawless. Retarded how pretty she was, I mean I was already a road dog at the time, but regardless, my heart would literally skip a beat when I saw her. That kind of hot, dig?”

“So what happened?”

“That night, we ended up going back to her place at like 5:60AM. She had a condo in SoFi area of South Beach. I guess she was a model and her papa was in the export biz, blah blah. Anyway, total femme fatale in the classic sense. She had me doing things that I wouldn’t normally do.”

“Like what?” I asked. “She had you doing what kind of things?”

“She used to cry when either of us would cum,” he replied.

“Cry?”

“Sometimes she would literally beg me into every inch of her. Other times she’d be all Nadia doing gymnastics.”

“Wait, she cried? Like, really cry? With sounds? Or just tears?”

“Really cry. And other times she was less emotional.”

“Wow, what a freak.”

“It was like she had a split personality.”

“So condom or bareback?” I asked, not too interested in the mushy emotional details of the broad.

“I wasn’t smart,” said Brooks. “But it was the 80’s.”

“Glory of the 80s, I was, like, five.”

He laughed, “anyway, I started noticing the different behavior patterns in her.”

“Oh, man,” I groaned, rolling my eyes. It was becoming obvious that he wanted to rant about their relationship gone sour due to her insanity.

“Then the different flaws,” he went on. “The mannerisms, body language, timing, the different cock sucking technique. I mean I noticed em before but I guess I shrugged ’em off.”

“Uh huh, so your hot girl had multiple personality disorder.”

“I thought so. Then the big reveal one night, I’m introduced to Adriana and Alegria. My mind froze, I was like uh… twins?”

“Shut the fuck up!” I screamed, nearly spilling my Red Bull and vodka, all of a sudden back into the story.

“Vamps from hell,” he said. “Or heaven.”

“Please, please tell me there is a threesome in this story,” I begged.

“Of course.”

I imagined the scene unfold in sequence. Brooks looking from Adriana to Alegria, then back again. Then, Alegria–or is it Adriana? Who cares!–meets her sister’s eyes and the two begin to kiss, opening their mouths and letting their tongues play over each other. They don’t close their eyes like people in a kiss, they keep them open just enough so they can see him. This is all a show for him.

They pull him in and kiss him at once in a depraved trinity of tongues and lips. Then they push him back, on the chaise and one of them–who knows which one–goes south and the other straddles his face.

An agile tongue flicks a twin’s clit while another twin’s lips suck inches and inches of rock cock. The twin sitting on his face–let’s pretend she’s Alegria, ’cause that means happiness and she’s one happy girl where she is–she’s working those glorious South Beach-bronzed thighs over Brooks’s face up and down, up and down and Brooks’ tongue is going in and out of her pussy, then dancing around her labia and whipping up her clit. Alegria is moaning, “ay, papi, ay, ay, ay, ayyyyyyy.”

Meanwhile below, that other one, what’s her name again? Oh, right, Adriana, she’s got eleven inches of solid meat in her–not that I know how big Brooks’s dick is, but everyone knows rockstar dick begins at ten, even when it doesn’t. So she’s there, she’s got her throat filled with cock, her muscles contracting around it as it pulsates and she goes back and forth and back and forth on a righteous parade of spit that leaves whatever inches are exposed in motion glistening like morning dew.

Then Alegria suddenly paused and got on her knees, crawling across Brooks’s body before straddling him and brusquely pulling her sister off the cock by her hair. Adriana rose and positioned herself over Brooks’s monster saliva-dipped, glistening rock-hard dick and both she and Alegria watch it disappear inside her. Adriana is moaning, she can never get used to how thick it is inside her Kegel-tight little cunt, but Alegria doesn’t want to wait, she grabs her by the hips and slams her down on it, then pulls her up, then brings her down, again and again until her sister is riding that cock like she’s supposed to.

Brooks pulls Alegria to the side so he can watch and moves a hand over her leg and to her crotch to play with her clit but Alegria won’t have any of it. She rises, leaning forward so her sister can suck on her gigantic tits and offering Brooks a look at her perfect pussy and asshole. He sticks two fingers in her cunt and Alegria’s moans join her sister’s, then he wets his thumb in her juice and begins to massage her asshole as he fingers her.

It’s really hard to write this one handed, I have to say. And it bugs me that FireFox for some reason doesn’t recognize the word “clit” as standard. But I digress–

Alegria gets off Brooks and he sits up, pushing Adriana on her back so he can pound into her like her wants to. She throws her legs over his shoulders and her eyes begin to fill up with water and he just knows she’s close because to this freak, every orgasm is a tear-jerker. So Brooks gives it to her, meanwhile Alegria is behind him, her tatas smashed against his back and one of her hands all over his chest, she’s kissing his neck while she fingers herself.

Brooks is going crazy, when Adriana starts crying, he pulls out, turns around and throws Alegria in front of him on all fours and begins to pound the light out of her, bam-bam-bam, giving her little pussy the rock treatment, bam-bam-bam, so those melones are bouncing on her frame, bam-bam-bam, pesones hanging like big cerezas, almost black, bam-bam-bam.

Brooks takes her by the hair and hip and slams her on his dick over and over and over, “ay, si, asi asi asi asi, papi, dame mas, mmmm!” Adriana is watching now, enjoying seeing her sister get fucked hard from behind. She gets up real quick and runs out of the room, coming back a few minutes later with a dildo. She licks it and rubs it in her pussy, then gets on the chaise and begins to fuck her sister’s ass with it as Brooks fucks her cunt. Bam-bam-bam rockstar fuck, and Alegria is screaming and screaming because she likes multi-penetration, in her pussy and in her ass and if someone is free to be sucked off, even better. She cums hard and fast, her cunt contracting around Brooks’s dick, nice and tight.

Brooks pulls out and Adriana dives in to suck his dick again. Alegria turns around and kneels next to her sister. Adriana pulls the cock out of her mouth, kisses her sister and Alegria takes Brooks’s dick, deep-throating it as she likes to do. Then she pulls it out and Adriana takes it again, and they take turns like this, playing with each other’s tits and his balls as they pass the dick around.

Finally Brooks can’t handle it anymore–he’s about to blow, cover their faces in ropes and ropes of cum.

“Can never ever forget the visual of two perfect and nearly identical girls giving me head at the same time,” he said, looking at me. “Can you fathom? The one thing that really stands out–the one thing that stands out was me cumming and both of them taking turns milking me dry of every last drop and then making out in front of me.”

I see Adriana and Alegria, lined up nice like a porn, in front of a rock legend in all the glory of the 80s, big hair and everything, and he’s got his monster dick in his hand and they’re just waiting there with their mouths open. He cums in Adriana’s face and she takes the dick in her mouth, then pulls it out of her mouth and Alegria takes the cock quickly and sucks every last bit of jizz before turning to her sister and snowballing their loads.

“So then what happened?”

“Well, I moved on to the next town. I saw ‘Marie’ from time to time. Each of them and both of them. Crazy times. I think I lost myself for a while.”

“After a while could you tell them apart by technique?”

“Not at first but eventually. You don’t really think like that, you know? You think, ‘oh, she’s different today,’ you don’t initially think, ‘I bet it’s the twin sister you haven’t told me about!’ know what I mean?”