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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