Annie Dances in the Cage
We had met almost six months earlier, and fallen in love. Brad was handsome,
intelligent and had a good life, and I thought I had found what I was looking for. Playing it coy, hard to get, I had strung him along for almost three months before going to bed with him, and even then I hadn't dared let my true feelings show. Our sex life was conventional and good, we fucked on average three or four times a week, and after a month of it he asked me to move in with him, and I did. We clicked well together still, and things seemed settled. I didn't know how much I would have to hide of my personality to keep up the good girl pretence. My name is Annie, and I'm twenty-three. I have a college degree, work for an ad agency, and look something like Sharon Stone. Cool, blonde and unobtrusively beautiful. I keep my hair long, but always tied back, so it looks smooth. I wear little makeup, and never lipstick. I work out three times a week and keep in top shape. I dress so conservatively I could be in my fifties - my skirts are always below the knee. But inside I am nothing like that. I dream of being taken, of being tied down and spanked. I dream of several men, and women, all together in bed. I surf the net for the hottest sites and spend hours looking at pictures of women there, being fucked and sucking and being spanked. I wish I was them. When Brad got up one night and crept up on me, sitting in front of my laptop, I thought I would die of shame. I don't know how long he had stood behind me, watching me surf the dirtiest sites on the web, hearing the keys click as I chatted to different men all over the world. All I know is that I was sitting there nude, legs apart, my pussy swollen and soaking wet and about to have an orgasm without even touching myself. I was breathing heavily and one hand was on the mouse, the other busy twisting my left nipple into rock hard attention. I had just finished looking at a slim young girl being fucked by two black men, especially enjoying the close-ups of her ecstatic face, when I heard a movement behind me and looked over my shoulder. Brad was standing right behind me, as naked as I, and my eyes never got to his face because all I could see was his huge erection. I mean, he has a big cock, and tonight it was so huge I couldn't take my eyes off it. It seemed he wasn't as conservative as all that. I bit my lip and wondered what on earth to say, when he took the need to say anything out of my hand, by stepping closer, putting his hand behind my head and his cock in my face. I smiled before I opened my mouth, hungrily letting his flesh fill my mouth to the back of my throat and beyond. That was all it took to make me come, and I strained to keep control over my mouth and teeth while my whole body shook in ecstasy. Brad knew what was happening to me, and when I managed to look up into his eyes he smiled, and to my dismay withdrew his cock from my mouth and said: "Get your coat - we're going for a ride." When I had collected myself enough to get my coat he was back, dressed in just trousers, an open shirt and shoes, and carrying my only pair of sinfully high heels and a trenchcoat. Standing up, still silent, I put the shoes and coat on, belting it tightly, and followed him down the stairs to the garage. In his Mercedes, driving out into the two a.m. quiet street, I asked timidly, not able to hold back my curiosity. "Where are we going?" He glanced at me with a little smile and turned left towards the city centre. "You'll see soon enough. I think we have a lot to learn about each other." I bit my lip again, feeling arousal making me breath faster again - I had trained myself during the nights that one orgasm was just the beginning, and now it seemed I could have three or four in a row without markedly losing interest. I started to move my hips ever so slightly, feeling the friction against the leather seat, and Brad instantly responded. "Open your coat. All the way down. And put your foot on the dashboard." Gasping with surprise, I nevertheless felt a thundering excitement and it never entered my head not to obey. Brad took another left turn and we were coming into the club streets, where two a.m. was nothing but a beginning. Down, down the main street through the high-end bars, and towards the harbour where the red light district began. I was on display to anyone who happened to look inside the car, and in spite of my blushing I also found I liked it. My heart beating faster, I slid my hand down to my smooth naked pussy lips and let one finger slide in between them, spreading the moisture around, but Brad's voice was like a whip. "Did I say you could do that?" I looked at him, having snapped my hand away, and said mockingly. "No, sir." "Then don't. You will be as satisfied as you want tonight, if you do what I say. Will you?" I bowed my head, feeling still more heat rush to my cheeks and tits and pussy. "Yes, sir." "This is it, we're getting out." He had stopped the car and I automatically started to button my trench coat, but a glance at him told me to stop. One more told me to unbutton it again. I couldn't believe this was happening, but I had never been so turned on. We had stopped in front of a sex club, one that had a crowd in front and a picture of a naked girl in a cage on its sign, and I felt a momentary panic as Brad got out and came to open the door for me. He helped me out and made sure the trench was hanging open for everyone to see my tits and naked pussy, and marched me towards the entrance with a firm grip on my neck. The bouncer, a huge guy with a broken nose, raised his eyebrows only a little, letting his gaze travel up and down my body and taking the $100 bill Brad gave to him. "My girlfriend wants to dance here tonight." The bouncer nodded and went to speak to another guy, a slim wicked-looking one who was carrying a prominent set of keys on his belt. Brad pushed me forward into a sea of warm bodies, mostly men but some women too. This was apparently a very popular place. The room was huge, and every ten feet or so there was a raised platform on which stood a cage. The cages all contained naked, beautiful girls, black and white, chinese and mixed race. They were all covered in sweat, and the floor of their cages covered in bills, and the pumping music was the perfect accompaniment to their wildly dancing bodies. The thin man walked across the floor to the bar, and unlocked the cage where in the spotlight a young brown-haired white girl was busy rubbing her pussy and seemed oblivious to the leering guys watching her masturbate. The man grabbed the girl by the wrist and helped her climb down, then watched as Brad took off my trench and helped me up and into the cage. Then he locked the door, Brad walked off a few feet to an empty seat and I started to dance. The men applauded the new entertainment and I watched in amazement as the thin man with the keys took the girl from the cage behind the bar, unceremoniously bent her over and unzipped his trousers, taking his time rolling a black condom onto his erection before burying it in the girl's soaking pussy from behind. Her muffled screams were recieved with another round of applause from the men at the bar, and as I watched the girl getting a thorough fucking I felt my body move to the music. Soon I dared a glance at the men, and found some were watching me instead of the free sex act behind the bar. It made me more confident, and I dared to caress myself a little while I shuddered in time to the music. I felt free in the cage - safe and yet completely revealed, and it was an amazing sensation. I watched the man fucking the little brunette behind the bar and saw her fingers busy again in her pussy, making her climax again and again. The man was not holding back, each stroke lifting her off her feet, making her cry out, and I licked my lips, feling them buzz with arousal. I wanted to be in her place, being fucked in front of a dozen horny guys. I started to rub my tits and pinch my nipples, closing my eyes briefly to enjoy the sensation, and looking down again I saw the man was now putting the fninshing touches to the little brunette, brutally hammering her soaking pussy and making her whimper, a look of total bliss on her face. My heart was pounding as he pulled out of her and removed the black rubber from his cock, taking her by the hair and pulling her around, rubbing her face against the head of his cock and then coming all over her face and tits. I grabbed the bars of the cage to keep standing and felt a dull ache between my legs, which meant I had to have something inside me soon. It actually hurt. I started to rock back and forth, holding the bars, and pushing my ass towards the men in the room, One of them was close enough and started to reach up and slap my ass cheek every time it came in contact with the bars, and I moaned and pushed back again, the stinging pain just what I needed. I turned a little so my other cheek got the same amount of stinging smacks and then turned around, getting on my knees and watching the man as he stood up, grinning at me. His hands were big, he looked rough and yet controlled, and I could see the way his jeans bulged and he moved carefully. He looked at my wide open, wet pussy and whistled, and I went still lower down and pressed my tits against the bars, making my nipples protrude between them. Then I actually screamed, for he took a firm hold of both my rock hard nipples and turned them ever so gently, the pain and pleasure combined making me paralysed and still closer to the edge of a giant orgasm. This stranger seemed to know precisely how my body would react, and after torturing me by not letting go of my nipples for almost a minute he said, his breath hot on my tits. "Turn around and bend over." I obeyed, of course. It seemed I was made to obey. He had to climb the bar to reach up to my swollen pussy now pressed against the bar, but no one tried to stop him, least of all Brad who was watching the entertainment with a drink in his hand. I held the bars of the cage and looked in the mirror behind the bar as he reached up and slapped my pussy lips, again and again, never probing with his fingers or doing anything but firmly and rhythmically slapping my outer pussy lips. It didn't take long, and I screamed a piercing scream when I came, again shaking and being glad I held on to the bars. The dancing came easily after that, my level of arousal never fading, and I was smiling to myself as I watched the men in the room and by the bar, the little brunette being cleaned off with water from the ice machine. The thin man patted her fondly on the cheek after she was dried off and hoisted her onto the bar, where she lay down on her back and parted her legs, revealing a bright red, thoroughly fucked pussy. I saw Brad caress her left breast absently, still watching me, and our eyes met as we both smiled. We sure were learning something new tonight. The music went on, and I let my dancing become wilder, rubbing myself everywhere but between my pussy lips, caressing my tense nipples and rosy spanked ass, turning around and around so everyone got a nice view. There were more men around my cage now, all looking and horny, all wanting me, and it was an intoxicating feeling. I shot a pleading glance towards Brad and he got up, made his way to the man with the keys and asked something. The man nodded and came over to my cage, pressing some kind of button and to my shock and surprise I felt the whole platform move and lower itself. Soon I was on the level of the floor, surrounded by the men, who were much closer now, and more intimidating. They couldn't touch me unless I made it possible, and for a few minutes I kept dancing in the middle of the cage, unsure of how to handle this newfound proximity. I was so horny I was nearly insane, though, and the men around me all seemed so hot. I looked around for Brad and found him on the other side of the bar, smiling at me and holding a bunch of the black condoms. We looked at each other and then kissed through the bars, and he gave me the condoms, saying with a smile. "Choose who you will fuck." I stared at him and then swallowed, turning slowly around and looking at the guys pressed against the bars. The one who had spanked me to an orgasm was closest to the bar, craggy and in his fifties, his jeans still bulging - and I made up my mind. Blushing furiously I handed him a condom and let the others drop to the floor, and turned around, bending forward, holding on to the bars and backing until I felt my pussy lips being pressed out between the bars. And I waited. I didn't have to wait long for the beginning - the craggy man must have held the world record in stripping and rolling on a rubber for the next thing I knew his huge cock thrust into my as yet unfilled pussy, parting it in a hurry, making me cry out in pain. His hands could just reach my hips and he kept me firmly in place as he pulled entirely out and then thrust back in, filling me even deeper, making me moan and cry out. I was so wet that the pain was quickly receding, though, and I was soon thrusting back at him, making it still rougher, shaking in pleasure as yet another orgasm was coming closer and closer, unstoppable. I opened my eyes briefly and found Brad was standing in front of me, and with an effort I smiled at him, seeing him unzipping his trousers, again feeding his still bigger erection to me. I sucked and moaned, completely filled from the front and behind, shaking uncontrollably in my next orgasm, but getting no respite from the pounding. The craggy man was a stayer, and had no intention of fucking me quick though he did fuck me hard. Brad again pulled out, bending down and kissing me as I regained full consciousness from my ecstasy, and smiled at my flushed, swollen lipped state. "Good girl." TO BE CONTINUED... 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