Connie Revealed

[KHAN-E]

Connie

"I need to cum bad, Art!!!!" Have Joanna suck my tits while you eat my pussy!!"

Seeing all the nude bodies around me just increases my heat. How many of them am I supposed to have sex with?

I see Jake. His cock is as huge as ever. And I want it! I see so many men stroking their cocks. The sight has my hot pussy flaming.

I close my eyes, enjoying the feel of Art's talented tongue in my horny pussy. I feel lips on my nipples, sucking them. I arch my back. I'm getting close, so close to that cum that my body so desperately desires.

"Oh, Art!! Do it!! Make me cum!!!"

 

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Art

"Oh, Art!! Do it!! Make me cum!!!" Hearing the desperate tone of her voice, made me lick and suck Connie faster than ever before.

Her answering whimpers of need, drove me to satisfy her completely. My tongue lashed her clit furiously, as I stuck two fingers in her dripping cunt, and twisted them mercilessly.

Deep groanings erupted from somewhere deep in Connie's body. Not only hearing it with my ears, but also I could feel the vibrations ripple throughout her body.

Stilling my efforts,...I easily felt the vibes assault my tongue, as it lay lightly atop her quivering clitoris. When her body appeared to relax somewhat, I again started to twirl her hard little nubbin with my tongue, as I smoothly slid three fingers in and out of her cum soaked tunnel.

Connie's lust for a cum had once more caused me to harden, ...PAINFULLY so!!! I knew she had called out for Joanna to suck her tits,...but I thought, "Hell, I'll just do this job myself!"

I called out for Gloria to bring me the desk chair out of the office,...as soon as she arrived,...I told Connie, "Baby, I'm sorry, but now I have to cum!"

Wanting to make sure she would be able to cum with Jake, I told her how I would turn her over to him as soon as I shot MY load, and began to whisper fuck words in her ear.

She was trembling, and weak kneed, as I pulled her from the bed to sit on my lap, facing away from me. The chair was perfect for what I wanted!!! I had Connie place each foot atop my legs and squat down on my rigid pole.

Upon impaling herself fully,she screamed out, " Oh ART, ...you cocksucker, I'm, Oh shit, I..OH my gawd baby,...I...I can't wa...wait,fuh...for JAAAhhkkke, Ahhhhhhhmmmmm, Oh FFUUUUUCKKKKK, AHMMM cummingggggggggg!!!"

As she entered her orgasm,...I saw her eyes roll back in her head, and when her body began to quake,...I just held on for dear life. Except for the violent shivering, her body locked up,... frozen! Her pussy clamped so tight around my cock, I couldn't have withdrawn it from her, to save my life.

The crowd had circled in close when Connie began screaming. They were pressed tightly together, and I saw Gloria and Joanna, both on their knees, watching Connie's reaction, but they STILL had both their hands clasped firmly around two giant black poles, skinning them back and forth furiously!

When Connie had locked up and passed out, the room became deathly quiet. Except for the wet slapping sounds,of so many cocks being violently slammed, the only other sounds were the girls whimpering with their efforts.

All eyes were on Connie as her body suddenly jerked and she came back to life! Her breathing was so strained, I was really concerned.

After we had kissed and talked for a few minutes, she looked lovingly toward me and whispered, "Ok honey, it's your turn now baby! Connie is gonna make you shoot that load DEEP in her pussy,... c'mon baby,...fuck me Art!"

They were ALL listening to her as she turned slightly and said,..."Here Art,...lick this for me while I work the cum out of your cock baby!"

 

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Connie

I knew I had had one of "those" orgasms!!! How long had I been out?! Well, I was okay now. More than okay! I was hot, wet, and ready to give Art the fuck of his life!

As Art sucked on my hot nipples, I rode his cock. I rose til just the tip of his prickwas inside my pussy. I'd rotate my hips so my slick, creamy pussy lips would teasingly rub over his massive cockhead.
Then I would sink my weight down, hard and fast, taking every inch into the depths of my molten hot cunt. With every inch of his dick buried in me, I'd squeeze my well-developed cunt muscles to milk his throbbing cock.

Art was moaning and fucking up to me. But for now I was in charge of the pace of his fuck. And I intended to make it a fuck he would not soon forget.

The crowd watching just made me that mch more determined to fuck him better than he'd ever been fucked. I wanted every man there to watch and imagine how great my pussy would feel riding his cock. I wanted every woman to feel jealous of my ability to please a man.

Art was moaning. His cock was throbbing from the tantalizing screwing I was giving him. I knew his cum would soon explode into my ready pussy. I reached down and began to stroke his hot nuts as I rode him.

"Okay, Art, baby, blast your hot load up my pussy!!!"

 

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Art

Hearing her say, "Okay, Art, baby, blast your hot load up my pussy!!!", only made my shaft harder. Feeling her soft fingers stroke my sac, caused my nuts to swell up even more, and I could feel the pressure build from deep in my groin.

The dam would burst soon, and though I kept pistoning in and out of her, my find was set on delaying it as long as I possibly could.

Oh Connie's pussy is like a wet vacuum Art,...hold on son,...you have never felt such a perfect sheath for your weapon. Don't cum Art, why do you have to slam your cock in her so fast,...so deep? Don't you know, that is bringing you closer and closer to that point, that point where you will lose all control?

Art was beside himself, he couldn't keep from thrusting his massive tool up in her as hard and fast as he could. Reaching both hands up to latch on to her bouncing breasts, he squeezed them hard, and twisted her nipples in the cruelest fashion. Bringing his head behind her, he began licking the back of her neck.

Connie groaned and once more headed up,...up to that height where she could leap out over the edge, taking her time while she floated in stages make to earth. I felt her tighten and release those inner muscles as if she were a sorceress,...one who possessed the powers to stimulate me beyond whatever I had felt before.
Throwing her right arm backward, she curled her hand about my neck, and twisting her head, assaulted my lips by greedily mashing hers against mine. Her tongue raced in to search out every nook and cranny, then settle to sliding it along the length of mine.

Again she was on FIRE! The little rivulets of our sweat, mixed and mingled, to make one scent,...the scent of raw, animalistic lust. Tearing my mouth loose from her wasn't what I wanted,...but I had to breathe, and even though my nostrils were flared, they weren't keeping up with my need for more oxygen.

Our breathing ragged and loud in our ears, I gripped under her firm smooth thighs, and lifting her slightly, spun her around to face me. She hissed loudly at the unexpected movement, and shoving her cunt hard against me, drove my cock in as deep as it would go.

Standing up, she quickly locked her legs around my waist, and continued humping. Both my hands were full of her well rounded ass cheeks, and I squeezed them as hard as I could. It only served to make her move faster. Clearly, she again was out of control.

It somewhat surprised me when she began sobbing! She started cussing me so visciously I couldn't make out her words, but I could hear a "FUCK", "SHIT", and DAMN" occasionally. Finally I made out one whole sentence, she kept repeating it with her eyes shut tightly as if she were concentrating on saving the world, and the strain was showing.
The babble that streamed forth over and over, was, "Art, don't cum now, wait, oh you bastard, don't cum now,... Art, don't cum now, not now you bastard, just a little more, a little more baby,...ohhh, fuck yes. Ok,...ok,ok,...ok OHHH,... yesssssssss,...NOW you bastard,...NOW,...gimme ALL your cum Art,...DO IT baby!!!"

When she said that, her eyes jerked wide open, and her fingernails bit deeply into my shoulders. I took one step and braced her up against the wall. Roaring like a bull, I hammered her violently against the wall, till at long last,...the hot liquid boiled up out of my nuts, and sped its way along the too small tube, that stretched mightily, to let it escape.

This time, Connie didn't pass out. She looked me straight in the face with the most fierce expression I had ever seen on a woman. Rolling her hips at me, squeezing the right muscles, she said, "Now you bastard, give me that cum,...I want it,...I want it ALL,...and I fucking well want it NOW!!!

Shaking with lust,...I began pumping stream after stream, of my white hot molten lava deep in her belly. The evil, all knowing grin on her face caused me to tremble,...not just because I was cumming,...but because I knew SHE knew,...I was hers,...I would do ANYTHING for her,...and she KNEW it!!!

As I spurted my pearly strings of cum in her still clasping pussy, I could feel it gushing back out between us and bathing our groins. Still, the jets of white hot liquid came squirting out the end of my buried tool. Staggering back to fall on top of Connie as her back slammed on the bed, I felt her body lock up again.

This time, her eyes were wide OPEN,...her mouth was wide open, and she didn't pass out. No she didn't pass out, but she did emit a slow building scream. A scream that started out as a mere squeak, but kept gaining force and volume, till I thought she was laying on top of a pile of hot rocks.

Her heels were dug in and clamped around the back of my thighs, straining even now as her body was frozen, trying to press me forward and into her more deeply. Of course I couldn't, but she still tried!

I had finished,...I flexed my buttocks intermittently, trying to shed the last drop, but I fear it was of no use,...she had sucked every tiny sperm out of me that was possible. Rolling gently out of her, and off to the side, I saw Jake step forward and slam his thick pole into the moist cavern I had just recently pulled out.
Connie grunted with the forced entry and asked Jake to wait a minute,...but Jake was on fire,...and he needed to be relieved right then,...not 5 minutes later. I did hear him respond saying, "Sorry Connie,...but after 6 years,...I can't hold it back any longer."
and he began driving himself in and out, in and out,...faster and faster!!!

In only a minute or two, Connie was groaning in lust for the long thick tool,that Jake was burying in her. Suddenly, he picked her up, turned around and laid his back down on the bed. Now Connie was on top, and she began slamming her hungry cunt, up and down his cum soaked shaft, as if she hadn't had a cock in over a month!!!

 

[KHAN-E]

Riding Jake's huge, hot, black cock I look at Art. As our eyes meet we both know that it is my body, my sexual need that is contolling this enconter.

My prim, proper young urban professional mask was torn away hours ago. But now Art knows that he is not truly in contol either.

It is the lust within me, crying for the ultimate orgasm, for a whole string of them, that drives me, that drives those watching me, those fucking me.

Jake is humping up into me, his breathing ragged as I impale myself upon his long, thick shaft again, and again, and again.
I feel his body tense. I sink down hard burying his throbbing cock in my cunt. His balls draw up against my ass cheeks. And he begins shooting wad after wad of burning hot cum into my creamy pussy.

"OOOOH, Yessss, Jake!!! Fill me! Flood me!"

I reach down and pinch my clit as he's shooting, and feel my own body tense once again. And then my body shakes from head to toe in another lustful, lust-filled orgasm.

"Fuck!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me, you big, black bastard!!! Cum!!! Cumming!!! Cumming soooooo gooood!!!! MMMMMMM!!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"

 

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Art

As I watched Jake slam his long cock upward the final time,...I could tell it was his last thrust. He didn't just GRUNT,...he *ROARED* as a bull might bellow out, as he was being BRANDED with a hot iron.


Connie also bit her lip, looked down, and pinched her clit visciously. Jakes large hands gripped her on each side and forced her down on his thick, black, rod of steel, and began to shake,...even as Connie was tearing furiously at her pussy lips with her other hand.


Her eyes were glazed over as she grunted and whimpered her way toward the end of her orgasm. Jake had held off cumming as long as he could, and Connie, so close to having finished her orgasm, asked Jake if he would cum in her mouth,.. she wanted to taste him.


His eyes bulged widely as he knew it was too late,...he could feel the jets of white hot cum even then pulsing into her fiery sheath. "Fuck!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me, you big, black bastard!!! Cum!!! Cumming!!! Cumming soooooo gooood!!!! MMMMMMM!!! YESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!"


Hearing her cuss him with the same words she had used in the auditorium six years ago, he also knew there was much more to follow, and THIS time he was going to BLAST her fully with his load. Quivering with the effort of holding back his last few bursts, he picked her up, and jerked her cunt off his spewing cock.


He couldn't help it, the next string of pearly white cum, shot straight up into the air before he could get her mouth over it. Like a GIANT water pistol, it squirted HIGH into the air. The men who had been standing close by jacking off, drew back quickly, fearing it would splatter on them. The women who were watching gasped in awe at the power behind his ejaculation.


Jake shuddered as his hands scrambled to get a grip on Connie's head. Caught up in the violent upheavals his body was going through, he almost couldn't get hold of her. At the last moment, he snaked his thick fingers through her hair, and twisting a double handful in his powerful hands, rammed her open mouth over his cockhead.


He barely got her on, when he grunted, and we all could tell he unloaded another burst in her hot mouth. Connie,...not to be outdone, now forced her mouth down further on his cock. We watched as she wriggled and worked her widespread lips down even further.


Tears sprang to her eyes as her throat opened up to receive his massive tool,still ...she pressed on,...twisting her head sideways and back and forth, to work herself on down the huge black shaft. The room was deathly quiet as we all held our breath,...watching this once in a lifetime performance.


Jake finally lost ALL control, and as he screamed out, "OHhh, you beautiful white mother fucker,... SUCK IT!!!" He used both his strong hands to jam her head downward as he bucked his ass upward to impale her fully on his stiffened prong. Connie "whuffed" at the sudden impalement, which had pressed her lips to mash against his kinky pubic hairs.


Throwing both her arms outspread wide, and behind her, we watched as she strained and struggled to stay with him. Pressing her chin to rest on his satin smooth balls, the tears streamed down her face, as her fingers opened and closed in mid air.
Jake's balls looked like down sized models, of huge black bowling balls,...all bloated and puffed up and shiny with still yet more cum to unload.

He now was jetting string after string of burning hot jizm deep into her throat. We could ALL see her throat laboring valiantly to swallow it all.
As she brought her hands down on top of his well muscled thighs, we could see how she was NOW trying to push herself up off his giant phallus in order to breathe. Jake on the other hand, had one more spurt left in his sac, and he held her head in place.


The more Connie struggled, the tighter Jake held her, and spreading his lips back, to reveal even white teeth, he sneered with his lust.


The feral expression on his face told it all,...he was a brutal dark savage, and all he cared about, was having a warm, wet, tight place to spill his seed, hell,...he probably at this point, didn't know who Connie was, or where he was at,...he didn't CARE! With a deep beastly sound emanating from somewhere in his body,...he gave one final grunt, and released her head.


No sooner had Connie eased her head up off his cock, and slumped down to roll over on her back, another white cock was being forced into her bruised and sore opening, though she tried to push it away,...she was JUST too weak to resist.


At the same time,...she felt someone else invade her pussy with another hot slab of meat, and before long,...she was back into another search,.. her relentless pursuit of the ultimate orgasm.

 

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Connie

I feel exhausted. I'm not sure how many times I have been fucked. Or how many cocks I have sucked. Yet my pussy wants more. Demands more!

And the guys here are more than prepared to give my pussy all it wants, all it needs, all it craves!!!

I feel this anonymous cock plowing in and out of my cum-filled cunt! It is driving me toward another orgasm. How many have I had. I've lost track. So many, so good!!!

Another anonymous cock fills my mouth and throat. my throat is raw from the rough treatment Jake gave it. When was that? How many more cocks have been forced into my mouth since then? How many more are waiting?

Where is Art? Why is he letting this continue?!?!

 

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Art

One by one, the men took their turn at having this fireball fuck. She truly was a most erotic sight, and not only were the men anxious to get their share, but the women also. When a man would crawl off her, immediately, one of the women would jam a head between her outflung thighs, to lick and suck her overheated pussy. Till the next man would push her off so he could plumb her depths. On and on they used her, load after load of milky white cum was spurted into her.


Her pussy was so tight,not one man chose to fuck her ass, the control over her vaginal muscles was near miraculous. Even when she was highly excited, but not close to a climax, she was able to sense the moment when a man would begin erupting in her. As he did, she used her skills to work those muscles in a unique fashion, to draw out every last drop from every man. Finally, it was over, the men had gotten all they could handle.


As Connie lay on top of the cum, and sweat soaked coverlet, the women began ministering to her. They each had a large wash cloth, and they bathed her well used body, from head to toe with warm scented water. Lifting her from the bed, they removed the soiled coverlet, spread fresh crisp linen atop the bed, then eased her back down on top of it. Looking at all the people that were now sitting naked at the counter, I noted how they all had a smile on their faces.


Gloria had planned ahead, and made two pots of fresh coffee, and Jake was busy filling the cups. Mild laughter would break through the subdued chatter in the cafe, as the group discussed their encounters, not only with Connie, but amongst themselves. Pulling Jake to the side, I asked him to accompany me while taking Connie to my van, and would he please help Gloria straighten up the place before he left. Nodding his assent, we each got dressed, I wrapped Connie in the fresh linen, and as Jake open and closed the doors behind us, I laid Connie on the bed in the back of my van.


Shaking his hand, I slid under the steering wheel, and glanced at Connie one last time. Waving bye to Jake, I cranked the motor, dropped the shift lever into DRIVE, and headed for my house. A few minutes later, I pulled into the double car garage, using the remote to open, then close the garage door behind us. Checking on Connie, making sure she was STILL sleeping peacefully, I then set about to open all the doors I needed open, and returned to carry her to the large secret stairway, which lay hidden behind a moveable, massive bookcase.


Carrying Connie to the stairway, and descending to the basement, was only the work of a few minutes more. Laying her on the king sized bed, I returned to close and bolt all the doors topside, in preparation for going to bed. Returning to bedside, Connie was beginning to wake up. As her eyes fluttered open, she asked in a raw throaty voice, "Oh Art," "where are we baby?"


Not yet fully awake, she snaked out an arm, and began softly running her hand around in circles on my back. It was after we had chatted for awhile, an empty Cabernet Sauvignon sitting on the bedside table, that I explained her three choices to her. One choice was, as I handed her the keys to the van and the remote garage door opener, to pick out some garments from the well supplied ladies clothes closet, and drive herself home. Leave me her home address, lock the keys and remote door opener in the van, and I would pick it up at my convenience.


Her second choice was to spend the night, when we awoke in the morning,...I would drive to her house
and drop her off. The third choice was explained in great detail, as I handed her a stainless steel collar embedded in black leather, with attached hasp and lock. The collar was open, but was also attached to a long chrome coated chain, which was securely mounted to the metal frame surrounding the fireplace.


Her eyes sparkled and danced, as she started to slip the collar on. I reached up a hand, preventing her from encircling her neck with
the collar, and explained further. If she put the collar on, and locked the hasp, I would be the ONLY one to release her. She would NOT be able to revoke her submission to my will. I would subject her to whatever I desired, and teach her things she would need to learn. I also explained to her, I was not a cruel Master, but hard and firm, as to how she would conduct herself.


She asked many more questions that I answered truthfully, and when she had finished, I looked her straight in the eye and said, "are there any more questions that need answering?" Shaking her head no, and appearing to be in deep thought, I then told her I was going to shower, and when I came back,...I would expect her to tell me, "Choice#1,#2, or #3!"


She watched as I disrobed, entered the bathroom,
and shut the door. Closing the door, I saw her turn her eyes to the collar, caressing it softly, and laid her head back down on the pillow. When I had finished cleaning up, donned my silken robe, and once again entered the room, she.............

 

[KHAN-E]

Re: Art

One choice was, as I handed her the keys to the van and the remote garage door opener, to pick out some garments from the well supplied ladies clothes closet, and drive herself home. Leave me her home address, lock the keys and remote door opener in the van, and I would pick it up at my convenience.


Her second choice was to spend the night, when we awoke in the morning,...I would drive to her house
and drop her off. The third choice was explained in great detail, as I handed her a stainless steel collar embedded in black leather, with attached hasp and lock. The collar was open, but was also attached to a long chrome coated chain, which was securely mounted to the metal frame surrounding the fireplace.


Her eyes sparkled and danced, as she started to slip the collar on. I reached up a hand, preventing her from encircling her neck with
the collar, and explained further. If she put the collar on, and locked the hasp, I would be the ONLY one to release her. She would NOT be able to revoke her submission to my will. I would subject her to whatever I desired, and teach her things she would need to learn. I also explained to her, I was not a cruel Master, but hard and firm, as to how she would conduct herself.


She asked many more questions that I answered truthfully, and when she had finished, I looked her straight in the eye and said, "are there any more questions that need answering?" Shaking her head no, and appearing to be in deep thought, I then told her I was going to shower, and when I came back,...I would expect her to tell me, "Choice#1,#2, or #3!"


She watched as I disrobed, entered the bathroom,
and shut the door. Closing the door, I saw her turn her eyes to the collar, caressing it softly, and laid her head back down on the pillow. When I had finished cleaning up, donned my silken robe, and once again entered the room, she.............

picked up the collar once again.

My eyes are glassy. It has been a fabulous fucking night. His third choice is certainly inviting and exciting. But now Art is awaiting his answer.

"I know you, Art. In fact, I know you much better than you think I do. And I'm sure I know you enough to know that you aren't wishing to offer me any other choices. But I think there may be some.

"I admit I am very interested in this whole BDSM, Master and Slave thing. But for me it is a fantasy, a fantasy that does not truly reflect the real me.

I hold out the collar to Art.

"I really wonder what you might look like in this. I think I might enjoy being the Mistress for my own male Slave. But that, too, is a fantasy.

"If I were to investigate either of these fantasies, I would need to have a degree of control. You are asking me to relinquish that entirely to you. Art, I thought you knew me better than that. I am no one's slave!

I stand and hand the collar to Art.

"I will take one outfit of clothing, since mine was destroyed earlier. I don't want your van. Not even for the night. Instead I want to call a cab. If you are ever in the mood to explore some of your fantasies, or mine, in an atmosphere of equality, give me a call."

I go to the clothes closet and select a simple shirt and skirt. I put them on. Then I turn and blow Art a kiss as I walk up the stairs.

 

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Art

Watching her climb the stairs, I couldn't help but marvel at the way she swung her ass. Such a desirous display of true femininity, rarely found in the world,...let alone our hometown. As she reached the top of the stairs, she looked back down and said, "Fuck,...I don't have any money for cab fare Art, Spot me $10.00, would ya?"


I chuckled as she came back down the stairs, and rifling through my wallet, drew out a twenty, gave her a kiss, and watched her form once again glide gracefully up the stairs. I was saddened to see her leave, yet at the same time, respected her choice in being independent, searching for the sexual thrills that only she knew of where they lay.


Somehow, I felt we would meet again, but till then, I was completely exhausted and needing sleep badly. I shouted upstairs in a friendly voice, asking her to make sure and lock the door behind her, reached over and switched off the bedside lamp and drifted off into a deep slumber.