roxiebda
03-19-2005, 02:10 AM
He really wasn't paying too much attention to what was going on around him. He was on his cell surfing the Net, looking intently for the address of the restaurant where he was going to meet an almost complete stranger tomorrow night. He had met her at a fender bender, coming to her aid when the driver she had barely bumped had become abusive. Checking that there was no damage he convinced the irate motorist to calm down and go on his way. Clearly he wasn't injured given the way he had been jumping up and down and acting like an asshole. She was so relieved that she had hugged him while expressing her thanks. She was wearing a perfume that was subtle but stirred his nether regions and her hair was softly enticing against his cheek.
Before he knew it he had asked her to dinner the next night and she had accepted with a laugh and the provisio that she be allowed to pick the restaurant and that it would be her treat. So now he was walking from the garage to his apartment as he did every night, thrilled at his good luck earlier, when his inattention caused him to walk into a motorcycle that had been parked on the sidewalk, knocking it over with an ear splitting metallic crash. He put his phone away, swore loudly and started to lift the bike up to check it for any damage, wary of some muscled beefy biker type materializing to pound him into the pavement at any moment.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the voice was female but harsh, and definitely not high on the happy meter.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean ..." he stopped mid-sentence as he saw not one, but four women dressed in black studded leather outfits emerge from the shadows. Two of them wore caps low over their eyes, their faces hidden, and the third one, barely five foot high, wore a red and white scarf wrapped around her head. She couldn’t in any way be mistaken for a child though, with a disturbing black snake crushing the life out of a unicorn tattoo over the swell of her right breast. He briefly caught a flash of the other bikes behind them in a proper parking area.
"I'll pay for any damage, let me give you my information..." again he found himself unable to speak as the women moved around him, circling him slowly in the shadows.
The woman who had spoken to him looked over her ride. She threw her head back and her long black hair whipped across the front of his face. She was beautiful in a scary ‘I could fuck you to death literally’ kind of way. The leather haltertop she wore showed enough of her breasts so that he knew she was an easy C-cup. And the shorts were so tight they looked like they had been sprayed on with glossy black paint. The annoyance in her voice snapped him back to reality.
"The mirror's broken, that's gonna cost me $200 bucks to fix."
He wasn't about to argue and opened his wallet and handed her the cash. He had $12 left so if they wanted to rob him they were out of luck.
"That's fine for the damage, but what about my inconvenience? It's going to be a pain in the ass to get my custom mirror replaced and I'll be without one for weeks." she growled, as she poked a bright red and blue polished fingernail into his chest for emphasis.
One of them let out a low whistle. "He has a nice ass," she shared with her friends who laughed and continued to move around the two of them, " I think we should let him work out that 'inconvenience fee' another way."
He didn't like the way that things were going. He liked it even less when one of them grabbed at his wrist and he saw a flash of silver. Handcuffs? That was crazy! But he started to run anyway, things were getting a bit too bizarre for him. They gave chase and he didn't get far as they all piled on top of him and as much as he fought them, he found a cuff around one wrist and then the second, as two of them sat on his back, with the heels of their boots pressed into his calves. The scarf was pulled from the petite one's head revealing a mop of blonde curls and he was gagged with it. It was the last thing he saw before he was blindfolded with something that smelled like leather and he was dragged to his feet. They half pushed, half yanked him along and he heard a door open and close as he was shoved inside. This was insane, this sort of thing just didn't happen to respectable people like him!
He struggled as they tried to move him into another room and one of them punched him in the stomach causing him to double over in pain. He was pushed hard and fell onto a bed where at least three of them were sitting on him while they used supple leather teathers to tie him to the corner posts. The bed was huge and his arms were stretched to their limit. He didn't fight them, his mind was still reeling at the whole sequence of events so far, and his abdominal pain receptors were firing off in rapid and erratic sequence. His ankles received the same treatment as his shoes were pulled off and tossed to the floor, followed by his Levis and his Jockeys. He flushed angrily at his humiliation, and was even more embarrassed because he was getting hard, as much as he tried to think of something to reverse that unwanted state. Someone switched on some music and hard rock pounded into his temples as if to add insult to injury.
He felt hands on his chest, and then something cool and hard moving across the area just above where his pubic hairline started. Then he could hear the fabric of his shirt as it was cut off of him, the bottom blade gliding smoothly up the middle of his chest and then down each sleeve. Now his cock was at full attention and he frantically wondered about what was coming next. He didn't have to wonder long.
"You do what you're told and we'll consider that your inconvenience fee, got it?" a voice close to his ear urged, "I'm going to remove the gag, you can scream, ain't nobody gonna hear you down here anyway. You'll just piss us off, and you really don't want to do that right now, capishe?"
He tried to nod his head, they were clearly insane but he wasn't sure that one or all of them wasn't capable of hurting him or worse. Strangely enough the little one scared him the most, her eyes were pale, almost colourless, and she had looked at him as if he was something she would feed to her pet snake, concerned only that it could digest him properly. He would play along until he could figure a way out of this mess. He didn't know whether it was fear or excitement that had him so mightily rigid, but the three mouths that began to explore his groin area were definitely keeping him at high alert. Under the blindfold his eyes rolled back in his head at the sheer sensation of three tongues all working in seemingly perfect unison fluttering over his balls, the inside of his thighs and the soft skin below his belly button They were everywhere but didn't touch his cock. The exquisite torture of those tongues, mouths and teeth tasting, sucking and biting him all over but not touching the one place he desperately wanted them to devour at will, made him shake with need for them to do exactly that.
Then the smell of leather and …what was it?…lavender…filled his nostrils as the fourth woman straddled his face. The soft fuzz brushed against his lips but he kept his mouth shut, still feeling like a human vibrator from the building hunger below his waist that had him paralyzed with pleasure. His hair was grabbed with two hands and pulled forward, her intent quite clear. Her moist heat jacked up his erection to another level, which he would have thought quite impossible under the circumstances. He began to explore her already slippery lips as she ground herself into his mouth. But turnabout was fair play, and every time she pushed her hooded pearl towards his tongue he pulled it back and moved his attention to another area of her slick play box. The tortured had become the torturer for her anyway.
She was getting angry now and withdrew for a moment slapping his face hard, and trying to get him to give her what she wanted. He continued to explore her silky folds and probing her deep with his tongue but stopped short of the contact she craved. She rubbed herself hard on his chin to get the stimulation that she wanted but it wasn't the same, and he knew she was
pissed by the stinging slaps that were rained on his face. As she moved around his tongue flickered over her rear orifice and he latched onto it, lapping and thrusting his tongue inside and around with the enthusiasm of a death row prisoner relishing his last meal. She bucked around on his face feeling like a rodeo queen on crank and he noticed that she sure wasn’t slapping him anymore.
And now the three others were no longer acting as a team, taking their individual shows on the road. He felt the tight plastic being pulled with some difficulty over his bobbing pole and winced as it briefly caught a hair. One slid her well lubed ass down over his cock and sent his heart rate into full warp speed. He was engulfed by her slowly stretching heat and he was almost sure he would not make it to a second stroke without having a damned stroke. But as if sensing his nearness to nirvana, she moved slowly as she finally reached the base of his rod, rocking back and forth to prolong her clear appreciation of what he had to offer. As he tried to cope with the sensations flooding his body, his pleasure neural net surging and expanding to nerve endings he didn't even know he had, he felt both of his feet being rubbed with oil as his toes were being voraciously sucked and nibbled upon.
And just when he thought he couldn't fly any higher, he heard the whirring sound of a vibrator and could feel the woman enjoying his cock lean forward and begin massaging his tight ass. The vibrations against his taut muscle made his entire body shudder and then as if on cue, the ladies at his feet each guided a foot into their amazing slits and began to moan loudly. They seemed to work in flawless harmony, lowering themselves slowly at first, guiding his feet into their private sauna chambers with built in massage walls and then proceeded to wildly fuck his feet. His brain did a complete double back flip trying to process this new and daunting feeling that was now being added to this sex fest. He gasped for air like an asthmatic geezer getting a lap dance as he tried to deal with the intense influx of sensory impulses assailing his being, and he realized that he was going to come any minute now. He clamped his mouth around the clit of the madwoman who was fucking his face and sucked hard causing her to choke for air as she drenched his face and neck and set off a chain reaction as his two foot fetish fiends gave him a pair of warm sloppy slippers as they found their delivery to esctasy with his size elevens.
The feet vixen now shifted their attention to lightly scratching and stroking his thighs and their friend impaled on his well beyond normal stimulated member. She began to move harder now and he wasn't sure who, but someone was pushing the vibrator slowly into his ass. He couldn’t find the words to protest, and the truth was that he didn’t want to as it widened the dimension of his pleasure even with that additional element of pain. The woman who had collapsed on his face struggled to get up and pulled away the blindfold as she joined her friends.
The one whose bike he had damaged was the one riding with her back to him. His cock jockey had an enormous tattoo on her back of a nude woman on a Harley, her hands bound to the handlebar grips and her breasts being covered by the claws of a huge winged half man, half beast creature that was fucking her from behind. For reasons that he didn't care to think about, the image turned him on even more and he had a brief thought wondering if it was possible to go into sensory overload and blow out his entire central nervous system!
Pale eyes had been his face companion but now she was between the two feet fucking fillies, who were red headed twins, hungrily eating the girl toy of the raven haired witch who came with such a cry that he thought she had hurt herself as her juice flooded over his balls and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. She slid off his cock and he was briefly exposed to the air as the condom was yanked off before he was being devoured by all four of them. He guessed that he had paid his 'inconvenience fee' to their satisfaction and they were now giving him a bonus.
With four eager mouths on his cock, covering every inch, taking turns deep throating him and licking his balls, all the while now truly fucking him in earnest with the vibrator, he lost it completely, thrashing against his restraints and screaming at them in an unintelligible language that his over indulged brain was making up as it went. His orgasm came ripping together from his entire body, flashes from his fingers snaking down his arms to his chest and racing to his groin, electric waves upwards from his toes and feet surging through his legs and ass all crashing together at the base of his cock and shooting from his body like a finely honed flash flood that could not be stopped by any means known to man or nature.
He was sure that not just his semen, but every fluid in his body was pulsating and showering dewy droplets over the four eager faces, mouths, and the bounty of breasts before him, and still his entire body was spasming violently trying to find more to expel onto that bevy of flesh until he thought he was going to black out. He watched through barely seeing eyes as the women went into a feeding frenzy licking his plentiful foamy spray off of one another, delighting in the opportunity to suck on cum coated nipples and and enjoy deep creamy cum kisses, then the four of them vacuumed his cock clean while his body went through additional mini tremors that shut down his brain in earnest.
He could barely walk once released. They put his pants back on and he slipped into his shoes. The shirt was pretty much done for, and one of them handed him his cell phone and his wallet. They walked him out to the street and he realized he was only a block from where he had run into them. He looked back but they had all gone inside and shut the door. As he staggered home he wondered if it had been real. He flipped open his cell phone to check the time and saw a small piece of paper stuck under the cover with a note.
'That was the first payment, four more to go. We'll find you when we want you.'
He grinned. Payback was usually a bitch, but this time it was four bitches and he had never been so happy to pay a debt.
© 2005 Foxi Roxi Publications
Before he knew it he had asked her to dinner the next night and she had accepted with a laugh and the provisio that she be allowed to pick the restaurant and that it would be her treat. So now he was walking from the garage to his apartment as he did every night, thrilled at his good luck earlier, when his inattention caused him to walk into a motorcycle that had been parked on the sidewalk, knocking it over with an ear splitting metallic crash. He put his phone away, swore loudly and started to lift the bike up to check it for any damage, wary of some muscled beefy biker type materializing to pound him into the pavement at any moment.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the voice was female but harsh, and definitely not high on the happy meter.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean ..." he stopped mid-sentence as he saw not one, but four women dressed in black studded leather outfits emerge from the shadows. Two of them wore caps low over their eyes, their faces hidden, and the third one, barely five foot high, wore a red and white scarf wrapped around her head. She couldn’t in any way be mistaken for a child though, with a disturbing black snake crushing the life out of a unicorn tattoo over the swell of her right breast. He briefly caught a flash of the other bikes behind them in a proper parking area.
"I'll pay for any damage, let me give you my information..." again he found himself unable to speak as the women moved around him, circling him slowly in the shadows.
The woman who had spoken to him looked over her ride. She threw her head back and her long black hair whipped across the front of his face. She was beautiful in a scary ‘I could fuck you to death literally’ kind of way. The leather haltertop she wore showed enough of her breasts so that he knew she was an easy C-cup. And the shorts were so tight they looked like they had been sprayed on with glossy black paint. The annoyance in her voice snapped him back to reality.
"The mirror's broken, that's gonna cost me $200 bucks to fix."
He wasn't about to argue and opened his wallet and handed her the cash. He had $12 left so if they wanted to rob him they were out of luck.
"That's fine for the damage, but what about my inconvenience? It's going to be a pain in the ass to get my custom mirror replaced and I'll be without one for weeks." she growled, as she poked a bright red and blue polished fingernail into his chest for emphasis.
One of them let out a low whistle. "He has a nice ass," she shared with her friends who laughed and continued to move around the two of them, " I think we should let him work out that 'inconvenience fee' another way."
He didn't like the way that things were going. He liked it even less when one of them grabbed at his wrist and he saw a flash of silver. Handcuffs? That was crazy! But he started to run anyway, things were getting a bit too bizarre for him. They gave chase and he didn't get far as they all piled on top of him and as much as he fought them, he found a cuff around one wrist and then the second, as two of them sat on his back, with the heels of their boots pressed into his calves. The scarf was pulled from the petite one's head revealing a mop of blonde curls and he was gagged with it. It was the last thing he saw before he was blindfolded with something that smelled like leather and he was dragged to his feet. They half pushed, half yanked him along and he heard a door open and close as he was shoved inside. This was insane, this sort of thing just didn't happen to respectable people like him!
He struggled as they tried to move him into another room and one of them punched him in the stomach causing him to double over in pain. He was pushed hard and fell onto a bed where at least three of them were sitting on him while they used supple leather teathers to tie him to the corner posts. The bed was huge and his arms were stretched to their limit. He didn't fight them, his mind was still reeling at the whole sequence of events so far, and his abdominal pain receptors were firing off in rapid and erratic sequence. His ankles received the same treatment as his shoes were pulled off and tossed to the floor, followed by his Levis and his Jockeys. He flushed angrily at his humiliation, and was even more embarrassed because he was getting hard, as much as he tried to think of something to reverse that unwanted state. Someone switched on some music and hard rock pounded into his temples as if to add insult to injury.
He felt hands on his chest, and then something cool and hard moving across the area just above where his pubic hairline started. Then he could hear the fabric of his shirt as it was cut off of him, the bottom blade gliding smoothly up the middle of his chest and then down each sleeve. Now his cock was at full attention and he frantically wondered about what was coming next. He didn't have to wonder long.
"You do what you're told and we'll consider that your inconvenience fee, got it?" a voice close to his ear urged, "I'm going to remove the gag, you can scream, ain't nobody gonna hear you down here anyway. You'll just piss us off, and you really don't want to do that right now, capishe?"
He tried to nod his head, they were clearly insane but he wasn't sure that one or all of them wasn't capable of hurting him or worse. Strangely enough the little one scared him the most, her eyes were pale, almost colourless, and she had looked at him as if he was something she would feed to her pet snake, concerned only that it could digest him properly. He would play along until he could figure a way out of this mess. He didn't know whether it was fear or excitement that had him so mightily rigid, but the three mouths that began to explore his groin area were definitely keeping him at high alert. Under the blindfold his eyes rolled back in his head at the sheer sensation of three tongues all working in seemingly perfect unison fluttering over his balls, the inside of his thighs and the soft skin below his belly button They were everywhere but didn't touch his cock. The exquisite torture of those tongues, mouths and teeth tasting, sucking and biting him all over but not touching the one place he desperately wanted them to devour at will, made him shake with need for them to do exactly that.
Then the smell of leather and …what was it?…lavender…filled his nostrils as the fourth woman straddled his face. The soft fuzz brushed against his lips but he kept his mouth shut, still feeling like a human vibrator from the building hunger below his waist that had him paralyzed with pleasure. His hair was grabbed with two hands and pulled forward, her intent quite clear. Her moist heat jacked up his erection to another level, which he would have thought quite impossible under the circumstances. He began to explore her already slippery lips as she ground herself into his mouth. But turnabout was fair play, and every time she pushed her hooded pearl towards his tongue he pulled it back and moved his attention to another area of her slick play box. The tortured had become the torturer for her anyway.
She was getting angry now and withdrew for a moment slapping his face hard, and trying to get him to give her what she wanted. He continued to explore her silky folds and probing her deep with his tongue but stopped short of the contact she craved. She rubbed herself hard on his chin to get the stimulation that she wanted but it wasn't the same, and he knew she was
pissed by the stinging slaps that were rained on his face. As she moved around his tongue flickered over her rear orifice and he latched onto it, lapping and thrusting his tongue inside and around with the enthusiasm of a death row prisoner relishing his last meal. She bucked around on his face feeling like a rodeo queen on crank and he noticed that she sure wasn’t slapping him anymore.
And now the three others were no longer acting as a team, taking their individual shows on the road. He felt the tight plastic being pulled with some difficulty over his bobbing pole and winced as it briefly caught a hair. One slid her well lubed ass down over his cock and sent his heart rate into full warp speed. He was engulfed by her slowly stretching heat and he was almost sure he would not make it to a second stroke without having a damned stroke. But as if sensing his nearness to nirvana, she moved slowly as she finally reached the base of his rod, rocking back and forth to prolong her clear appreciation of what he had to offer. As he tried to cope with the sensations flooding his body, his pleasure neural net surging and expanding to nerve endings he didn't even know he had, he felt both of his feet being rubbed with oil as his toes were being voraciously sucked and nibbled upon.
And just when he thought he couldn't fly any higher, he heard the whirring sound of a vibrator and could feel the woman enjoying his cock lean forward and begin massaging his tight ass. The vibrations against his taut muscle made his entire body shudder and then as if on cue, the ladies at his feet each guided a foot into their amazing slits and began to moan loudly. They seemed to work in flawless harmony, lowering themselves slowly at first, guiding his feet into their private sauna chambers with built in massage walls and then proceeded to wildly fuck his feet. His brain did a complete double back flip trying to process this new and daunting feeling that was now being added to this sex fest. He gasped for air like an asthmatic geezer getting a lap dance as he tried to deal with the intense influx of sensory impulses assailing his being, and he realized that he was going to come any minute now. He clamped his mouth around the clit of the madwoman who was fucking his face and sucked hard causing her to choke for air as she drenched his face and neck and set off a chain reaction as his two foot fetish fiends gave him a pair of warm sloppy slippers as they found their delivery to esctasy with his size elevens.
The feet vixen now shifted their attention to lightly scratching and stroking his thighs and their friend impaled on his well beyond normal stimulated member. She began to move harder now and he wasn't sure who, but someone was pushing the vibrator slowly into his ass. He couldn’t find the words to protest, and the truth was that he didn’t want to as it widened the dimension of his pleasure even with that additional element of pain. The woman who had collapsed on his face struggled to get up and pulled away the blindfold as she joined her friends.
The one whose bike he had damaged was the one riding with her back to him. His cock jockey had an enormous tattoo on her back of a nude woman on a Harley, her hands bound to the handlebar grips and her breasts being covered by the claws of a huge winged half man, half beast creature that was fucking her from behind. For reasons that he didn't care to think about, the image turned him on even more and he had a brief thought wondering if it was possible to go into sensory overload and blow out his entire central nervous system!
Pale eyes had been his face companion but now she was between the two feet fucking fillies, who were red headed twins, hungrily eating the girl toy of the raven haired witch who came with such a cry that he thought she had hurt herself as her juice flooded over his balls and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. She slid off his cock and he was briefly exposed to the air as the condom was yanked off before he was being devoured by all four of them. He guessed that he had paid his 'inconvenience fee' to their satisfaction and they were now giving him a bonus.
With four eager mouths on his cock, covering every inch, taking turns deep throating him and licking his balls, all the while now truly fucking him in earnest with the vibrator, he lost it completely, thrashing against his restraints and screaming at them in an unintelligible language that his over indulged brain was making up as it went. His orgasm came ripping together from his entire body, flashes from his fingers snaking down his arms to his chest and racing to his groin, electric waves upwards from his toes and feet surging through his legs and ass all crashing together at the base of his cock and shooting from his body like a finely honed flash flood that could not be stopped by any means known to man or nature.
He was sure that not just his semen, but every fluid in his body was pulsating and showering dewy droplets over the four eager faces, mouths, and the bounty of breasts before him, and still his entire body was spasming violently trying to find more to expel onto that bevy of flesh until he thought he was going to black out. He watched through barely seeing eyes as the women went into a feeding frenzy licking his plentiful foamy spray off of one another, delighting in the opportunity to suck on cum coated nipples and and enjoy deep creamy cum kisses, then the four of them vacuumed his cock clean while his body went through additional mini tremors that shut down his brain in earnest.
He could barely walk once released. They put his pants back on and he slipped into his shoes. The shirt was pretty much done for, and one of them handed him his cell phone and his wallet. They walked him out to the street and he realized he was only a block from where he had run into them. He looked back but they had all gone inside and shut the door. As he staggered home he wondered if it had been real. He flipped open his cell phone to check the time and saw a small piece of paper stuck under the cover with a note.
'That was the first payment, four more to go. We'll find you when we want you.'
He grinned. Payback was usually a bitch, but this time it was four bitches and he had never been so happy to pay a debt.
© 2005 Foxi Roxi Publications