Chapter 1 - What the Fuck?

 

I am more or less, a randy, sexually active, late twenties male. My philosophy is a simple one; why pay to keep a wife, or a woman of the night, when it is out there, for free. The streets are full of females who are sex starved, and desperate, for a hard, throbbing cock.

Some open their legs for a hard cock, others like it kinky, either way, as long as my cock delves into their havens, what the hell, a fuck is a fuck, and not to be ignored.

I have been told that I am not bad looking; in fact, some say I am handsome.

Other say I have an ego, and I am too big for my boots, but as long as they get their panties off, who cares?

This is the story of, my adventures; I will ignore playground activities, as a learning cycle for my more enjoyable activities, although some of them were, kinky.

I was early twenties when I decided not to marry, but fuck my way through life. As a sales rep, I met some of the most entertaining females you could ever wish, to meet.

First you go, and sell the double glazing; then you need to go back during the day, when the husband is out, to measure up. An hour of a job roughly, but it could take me two hours, or more, depending on the female of the house, and now fewer and fewer of them were marrying; I was constantly engaged in the more protracted, measuring.

Are women a sex object; well; that depends on the woman, if they come across then, to me, and that is what matters, they are goddesses; if not then, they can wonder for the rest of their lives; what an orgasm, is?

So no, they are not an object, just a means to an end, a shared end; they get as much out of it, as I do.

My philosophy out of the way, I begin with Mandy, she was a one-night stand, and what a girl, she was. Tits, I have never seen a pair as big, a trim waist, which probably made them look bigger than they were, a nice, rounded bum, and legs that went all the way up to her bum.

I met her in the pub whilst on holiday, as it happens, and bought her a drink. Now I felt I was forward, needing to be, to get a woman in my bed that night.

"Hello, I haven't seen you in here before, have you recently moved in locally, or are you just visiting?" I asked her, trying to be friendly.

"Yes and no, I am just visiting, but it is with a view to moving in, close by here. Do you live around here?" She asked me.

"Yes, two doors down, any closer, and I would be living in the pub where are you looking to move to? Kendal Drive is a nice road," I informed her.

"Yes, I have looked at a house down there, but are there any randy males, I can fuck?" she asked me.

"Now that you come to mention it, I am available, single, randy, well endowed, and a fuck without an orgasm, just isn't a fuck, is it?" I asked her.

"There is the question; men have one, but what about the woman under them? I prefer to be on top, do you mind if I am, on top?" she asked me.

"I don't mind in the least, my home is two doors down, it is the nearest, so shall we go?" I asked her.

"Mine, is upstairs, so you lose. By the way two doors down, is a hotel; do you live in a hotel?" She asked me.

"You caught me out, no, I am also visiting, but I did overhear that guy over there say that Kendal Street is a nice street," I replied.

"Yes, it is, there are some fabulous shops, along it, and that will cost you, a gin and tonic," she told me.

I ordered the drinks, and we drank them, then she led me up to her bedroom. I didn't know they had rooms to let.

It was nice, clean and tidy, but not a hotel room, the main thing was it had a bed, and a big one, which she pointed to.

"I don't need directions, just access," I said, planting my lips on hers, and I was unzipping her dress as we kissed.

She didn't object, so I carried on, and she joined in unbuttoning my shirt, and unzipping my flies. My hand went to her bra undoing it, and then planting my hand on her tit. It was firm as well as large, and she moaned as I pinched her nipple. She funnily pinched my nipple, and then slipped her hand down to my cock, pushing my underpants out of the way, she was gagging for it.

I put my hand to her clit inside her panties, pushing them out of the way as we kissed, and stripped. I began to push her gently towards her bed, and she lifted her legs up, wrapped them around my waist allowing me to carry her, to her bed. She lay down, and I looked at her lying there in her suspender belt and stockings, which made my cock, harden even more so, just the sight of this damsel, ready and eager for a hard, throbbing cock.

I lay down next to her, and moved over, between her legs, she was primed, but needed a bit more, so I kissed her clit, and then licked it, and began probing her clit with my tongue. She screwed the sheets up in her fist, as her emotions took over. She was by now moaning, excited by my tongue. I was ready, and she was ready; so I moved up the bed, and slipped my hard throbbing cock into her clit and cunt. A deep, hard thrust, she screwed the sheets up tighter, and wrapped her legs around my waist. As I pulled out, and then back in again, long, slow thrusts egging her on to higher levels of, euphoria.

I began to move faster and faster, ramming my cock into her hard and deep. She just moaned and moaned, and rode me for all she was worth, up and down the bed with the effort I was putting into the sex, hard thrusts that pushed her up, and then the relax, as I withdrew, and she came down the bed then up again hard, and with energy.

"Yes, yes, yes, now cunt, now," she cried.

This was one conquest I wanted as a reserve, in case I failed to pick a new one up. So I kept on ramming it home, hard and fast. She erupted again, a second orgasm, a third followed on quickly; then my dam burst, flooding the condom up her, with my sperm, and we lay on the bed panting. My cock withered and died, exiting her clit slowly, spent and delighted.

"Hum, not bad, you'll do as a reserve," she told me bluntly.

"Fuck Missus, three fucking orgasms, and I am, a reserve," I said, shocked, and added, "You told me to cum after the first, bitch," I added.

"No, that was my partner, she has been filming us from over there, I can hold back my squirts, but after three orgasms, I can't. She was counting them, and then told me to squirt, for the camera. Yes, yes, yes, one, two, three, see she was counting my orgasms, and then, 'now cunt, now,' and I squirted for her. How about I buy you a pint, and then we go again later, when you have re-charged your batteries, six orgasms isn't that bad.

Check the web site, 'Miss X, and partner', it goes out live, obviously we don't show the face, just the cock and clit, then the action as it slides in and out, all juiced up, hard and throbbing. Then the squirts, those are the climax.

Tell you what, next time, give me the six again, and then pull out, and I will suck you off, and you can cum on my face, for the, cum shot, no, that would not work we do not show faces, let me see now how about I wear a mask, and you cum into my mouth, a masked fuck?" She asked me.

"How about we don't, I am not an exhibitionist, I fuck in private," I said, beginning to dress.

"Hello, I am Cleo, and I am a bitch of the first order. You see we said that there would be two shows tonight, and we do not like to disappoint, our audience.

To avoid that happening I have taken a shot of your face, now what is it to be? We show this session again, two shows as stated, but this time showing your face, or you come back, and do as told, avoiding the embarrassment of us showing, your face? Well what do you say to that?" Cleo asked me, standing there with her hands on her hips, and her legs apart in a power stance.

"Legally, if you show my face without my permission, I can sue you, have you arrested, so fuck you," I said standing there in my underpants, still at half mast, around my knees.

"Really; that is not what Barbara, told us; she said that you fancied yourself as a porn star, big cock, and very capable, so you told her. She also told us that you liked to be tied down, and fucked. How about we do that?" Cleo asked me.

I was facing Cleo down, I hadn't noticed that my partner was not stood by me, concentrating on Cleo, I turned to pick up my shirt, and it was not there, my partners clothes were, but not mine.

"What have you done with my clothes?" I asked her.

"Me, nothing, if you remember you were stood facing me, staring me down. How could I have done anything with your clothes? As far as I am concerned there were two sets of clothes on the floor, and Liz has taken her clothes. She will have gone to find another randy dick; seeing as you are not willing to fuck her again; she is a right randy bitch, isn't she?" Cleo asked me.

Cleo turned to walk away; I pulled my underpants up, and sat down folding my arms, in protest.

"You can't stay here; we will be filming again as soon as she finds a dick to ride her again. Would you like me to ask Bill, to send his bouncers up, to remove you, those are the only clothes on the floor, so they must be yours, put them on, and get out, or agree," she said.

"This is blackmail," I argued back.

"A little coercion, shall we say? It is a means to persuade someone of the benefits of agreeing to, our suggestion. You do not have to agree, you can get dressed, and leave, or out stay your welcome, and be evicted. I really do not care, I am sure there are several males down there who will jump at the chance to fuck Liz. You did," Cleo told me.

What could I do, I agreed, I must admit that it did intrigue me, and although kinky, very naughty, so enjoyable.

"If I agree, mind you I am not doing, just yet; I would be wearing a mask, as I fucked her. You would not show my face, just the action?" I asked her.

"If you agree to my scenario, then no-one, would see your face. Come over here, and this is what is going out at the moment," she told me, and turned her computer on, and opened the site, for me to watch, "Well, which of those, is your cock?" She asked me as the video ran.

About not showing faces she had been honest, but what was her scenario?

I sat there mesmerised by the action, and too soon my cock began to react, it was not rested enough yet, but the scenes were very sexually stimulating, fucking in your face, sex.

As she had also said, they hardly showed the person, just a cock sliding in and out of a cunt, well clit, and the squirts, the fore play was cut. It showed very little, as they kissed, which you had to assume, then a hand on a tit fondling it, her hand going down, and a limp cock rising to its full glory. Then it cut to the main action, a hard cock, being rammed into a juicy cunt. That was followed by, the cum, shot, but it wasn't, it was her squirts.

I have never seen a woman squirt before, it fascinated me, I have fucked a woman who squirted, but my cock was up her, so I couldn't see her, squirt.

I admit I was tempted, as long as they didn't show my face, then I might agree. Her tits were nice, well rounded and firm, her clit was proud and available, as was her cunt, so why not.

"The action does need to be slightly different. How about we tie you to the bed wearing a mask, then Liz will sit on your cock, after you have licked her out, that way I can get the squirt in all its glory. I have been told it is the fancy of most males, how about you?" Cleo asked me, before I had agreed.

"Kinky, nice, OK, I presume there will be remuneration, for my efforts, like how much will you pay me, to fuck her?" I asked seeing a chance to make some money, as well.

"Isn't the fuck, payment enough?" Cleo asked me.

"No, You are getting it for half price anyway, the first one was free, so I want paying for the second one, take it, or leave it?" I asked in a demanding tone.

"OK, we will take it, fifty quid," she offered me.

"A prostitute gets a hundred," I said, not really knowing how much, they charged, "They charge that per fuck, you are getting two for the same price," I added.

"OK, a ton, but for that, we tie you to the bed, and then, fuck you," Cleo said bluntly.

"We have a deal, give me ten minutes to finish re-charging the batteries; then we can go again," I said boldly.

"Sit there, and I will get Liz to come back," she said, and left me.

I stayed sat in the chair comfortably, resting, she had made me a coffee, so I sipped it, as I sat there naked, waiting for her to come back.

They entered all smiles, excited, and eager to get going again, Liz went into the room adjoining this room, and came back with a bag. She dropped it on the floor while Cleo set the camera up, ready for the shoot.

"First of all to show that we will not show your face I will put this on you," Cleo said showing me a hood, which she pulled over my head.

I was now happy that no-one would see me, and smiled at her as she pulled it over my head.

From now on, I just had the feelings as they tied me to the bed.

They led me to the bed, and had me stand by it ready to be tied up. They told me to stand straight with my arms by my sides, I did as told.

They took a wrist, and put a strap around it, then tied a rope to it, and pulled it between my legs into the groin, and tied it off on the strap. They repeated the process on the other side, fixing that wrist to my leg.

They must have halved a rope, and put the ends around my elbow through the loop, and then took one end around the back, and the other around the front. They pushed the ends through between my elbow and body, and then around the elbow pulling the ropes firm, and tied it off.

They now lifted me up, and lay me on the bed, one of them sat on my chest, and between them they slipped a rope behind my neck, and then threaded a rope over my shoulders, and under my arm pits and pulled it firmly to the bars on the head board, tying it off, behind the head board.

Straps were fitted to my ankles, and again they used a rope to tie them together, and then pulled hard, fixing me to the bed. I presume they now tied the ropes off beyond the bars to the base board. They added a rope to my knees, which from the feel they pushed under the bed, and tied it off under the bed, another rope went over my belly, and again they tied it off under the bed. Then they must have stood back to admire their work.

They must have walked away, because I could hear them chatting, but not what was being said, then they came back, and fastened the hood to the base of the bed, putting ropes I presumed from rings in the hood say, under my shoulders, and down my body, I felt them working, and ropes from the front to the base bars as well, pulling it firmly onto my head no chance of it slipping of, I smiled that they were being so careful, to hide my identity.

I felt the zip opening, and someone getting on the bed. She was straddling me.

"I hope you are fully charged, I mean a ton for one orgasm is not worth it, I need the same as last time for so much money," Liz told me.

"Don't worry, I can succeed, and I will do; now are we going to talk, or fuck?" I asked her.

I managed to finish what I was saying, but only just, as her clit lips were presented for my attention.

I began to probe her; she was already excited, and I presumed that Cleo was now on the camera, showing the action as she lifted slightly, showing my tongue partially engaged with her clit, and then her sitting back down, hiding it.

She squirmed and squirmed rubbing her juices all over the area as I brought her to the boil.

"Now Cleo," she said.

I felt lips encircle my cock as I licked her, and probed her, bring her to a high state of arousal, and now I presume Cleo, was working on me.

Someone else got on the bed above my head; I presumed it was Cleo for a really close-up shot, but it wasn't, Liz moved off my lips, and as she did Cleo, I presume, settled on them, and Liz now engaged my cock.

My mind went into over drive, as Liz started the long, slow rises and falls, and Cleo engaged my mouth and tongue. This was exciting, sexually thrilling; a three some, and being filmed, fucking hell this was, orgasmic.

Liz began to move faster, as Cleo now took over, rubbing her excessive juices into my mouth and chin. They were also in sync as they moaned in sexual excitement. It was music to my ears, one riding my cock hard now, and rivers of juices flowing onto my mouth and chin. She was dripping; it ran down the sides of my face, down my chin and throat.

Don't knock it, I was being paid a hundred quid for this, and it was the best sex, ever. A fuck is a fuck, and enjoyable, but to have two sexy, randy bitches going at it at the same time on me, was mind blowing. My cock was soaked in her juices, my mouth, lips, chin, and cheeks were also soaking with her juices, and all at the same time. I drank quite a lot as well as she pressed down, trying to get more of my tongue up her. She also squirted, which was the best, except it was when she pressed down, so I ended up swallowing; then again how many females have swallowed my cum.

I just lay there enjoying the sensations, as their juices dribbled down me, it was so erotic I couldn't count, I tried, but as Liz squirted so did Cleo, and then one would squirt again, and then the other, but the first would squirt a second time, also immediately after the first, or was it at the same time? Squirts were flowing down my groin, my throat, and I was bathing in the glory, and sexual desires, as my emotions took over. I was in a sea of sexual euphoria, drifting from orgasm to orgasm. They were not mine, the orgasms were the ones the girls were having; I wasn't holding on, I was lying back and waiting, for the climax.

Excited moans of euphoria, and then I was drowning in euphoria, and erupted, shooting my load into the condom inside the one on my cock, it died, shrank, and slipped out of her clit. Meanwhile juices were still flowing on my face, as I probed her with my tongue.

There was movement, she lifted slightly, and then some cloth was pushed between us, and into my mouth. She lifted, and tape was put over the top, she got off the bed, and they zipped the mouth opening closed, and then pulled on strings I presume, to tighten the face mask.

My nose was outside the mask, so there was no danger of me suffocating, but I was still tied to the bed, and now gagged, and blindfolded.

There was movement in the room, and then the door closed.

I began to panic, I struggled, but they knew exactly what they were doing, when they tied me up, I was there to stay, or until someone, released me.

I do not panic, not normally, so I soon calmed down, there was nothing I could do, so I resigned myself to being there until I was released, probably at closing time.

I fell asleep, I must have, "Hello, who the fuck are you?" the person asked, expecting me to reply.

All I could do was mumble; they came over, and started to remove the hood, and then the gag.

"Oh, hi, erm, the girls were supposed to untie me, but obviously they, erm, didn't. Can you untie me, please?" I asked the woman looking down on me, and smiling, or was she laughing, at me?

"Hum, I don't know, I presume I could do, but will I? That is more to the point, don't you think? I could cut the ropes to free you, but you wanted to be untied, which would mean undoing the knots, Time consuming, and I am about to open the bar. Later, when I am on my break I will have the time to undo, the knots, OK? I will come back when I am on my break, and untie you," she said, and turned to walk out.

"No, no, no, please, you can cut the ropes, I just wish to be free of the ropes, so will you set me free by cutting the ropes, or untying them whatever is the easiest, for you?" I asked, realising my mistake.

She was correct, I had asked the wrong question, but she was being awkward wasn't she, why?

"My cousins are nice girls aren't they, a bit too randy for me, but they did say that you were well worth having. So, one hundred pounds to set you free, or you, can pay me in kind," she said intimating what she really wanted.

Why not, a fuck to start the day is a good start, "Four orgasms, will they be sufficient?" I asked.

"Hum, the girls said you gave them six, each. Just how desperate are you to be free of the bed?" She asked me.

"OK, I will do my best, but if you don't free me quickly, it will be a wet bed," I told her, desperate to use the toilet.

"That won't be a problem; allow me," she told me.

She opened a drawer, and took out a length of plastic piping, and inserted it up my dick, and into a bucket, I felt the relief, and heard the tinkle as the tube drained, my bladder.

"Don't go away," she said, "Would you like me to gag you again, or will you be quiet, until I come back?" she asked me.

I smiled, and said I would be quiet; she turned, and left me, still tied to the bed.

I waited and waited, it felt like a lot longer, but I suppose it was only about half an hour before she entered again, and removed her panties, she knelt on the bed, and smiled at me.

"Sex on an empty stomach is not good, so suck on this," she told me, lifted up, and planted her clit on my lips.

I knew I didn't have an option, she was perhaps not my type, but fuckable, a clit and cunt are just that, and once your manhood is erect and hard, throbbing like mad inside a cunt then, what the heck.

I licked and probed her, getting her to the highest point, or as high as she wanted, before she moved down me, there was nothing I could do, she was in control, full control.

I am not normally worried, I mean an orgasm, sometimes two, not as often, but I have managed to give my partner three; they are the base line for any fuck, I enjoy. Now I was tied down, and she wanted six. What would she do if I didn't manage, six? That thought went around my head, as she settled on my cock, slipping me inside her, nice and slowly.

Her head back, as she thrilled at it sliding in, throbbing like mad, hard, and ready to do the job. She rose slowly; then fell back down again, slowly. She did this for several strokes, before beginning to build up speed. Faster and faster, harder and harder, she rammed me into her, our thighs slapped as she crashed into my groin. Her hands were glued to her tits crushing them, mercilessly. She smiled at me enjoying the feeling of my hard, throbbing cock, sliding in and out.

"Hum, harrumph, ah," she said, stopping half way up my cock, and her squirt dribbled down my cock onto the bed, which had as yet not dried out fully from all the love juices it soaked up, last night.

One, I smiled as she slowly slipped me back in, once at the bottom with my cock deep inside her, she was off again like a steam engine, ramming me in hard and fast. It was only seconds later when she stopped again, allowing the euphoria of the orgasm to surface. Then the slow descent to my groin, and once again she was ramming me in hard and fast. Two down, and I still felt relaxed, this was going my way. Three, four, five, and by now I was desperate to let go, but she wanted one more, pains started, as I held on beyond my normal tolerances. She was ramming me in hard and fast, not even slowing for breath just ram after ram as she rode my cock.

Then all of a sudden, just as I began to shoot my load into her the flood gates opened, and she squirted. A squirt is a small jet of liquid, so to say she squirted is totally wrong, it gushed out of her, so much so I thought she had relieved herself, on me.

"Boy oh boy, that was, well I am lost for words," she said, still sat on my groin, my cock now limp, and lying between us, "I understand that you are staying at the hotel two doors down from here, have you paid your bill? Just out of interest, when are you due, to leave?" She asked me.

Call me a fool, but I didn't see the harm in telling her, in fact if she knew I was to leave today; then she might hurry up, and free me.

"Today, so if you don't mind, I have paid the fee for my freedom?" I asked her.

"Not yet, what room are you in?" She asked in a more demanding tone.

"I don't see what that has to do, with anything," I said.

"It doesn't, I will allow you to decide whether to tell me or not? See you later," she said.

She got off me, put her panties to my mouth, and grabbed hold of my balls, and smiled as she began to squeeze them, painfully. I opened my mouth to shout at her, and she stuffed them in, and put the tape over the top, and then added a fresh piece, and left me tied to the bed, the bitch.

Half an hour later she entered again, and smiled at me a knowing smile.

"To make this simple, I will ask simple questions, first of all make a fist, good, now what floor are you on? To answer you put the number of fingers up like this," she told me, and showed me, "What floor?" she asked me, I showed her two fingers.

"I take that to mean floor two, not fuck off, because I can do, leaving you tied to the bed. So floor two, now ignoring the floor number, how many numbers are there in the room number; two or three?" She asked me, I showed her two fingers again.

"Very good, the first number is it a zero?' she asked me, I shook my head, "Just think you would be free now had you told me the room number, rather than all of this. OK, is the number five or below five, do you need one or two hands to show me the first number, nod for one hand and shake for two hands?" She asked me, I nodded.

"Good boy so what is the number?" she asked, and I showed her two fingers, "Great, the last number is below five, or not?" she asked and I nodded, "What is it?" she asked, and I showed her three fingers.

"That took some time, and you have stayed tied to the bed the whole time, because you didn't tell me what I wanted to know. So you leave today, and the room number is, two, two, three. Is that correct?" She asked me, I nodded.

"Gloria; go to room two, two, three, pack the case, and bring it here. Parcel it up, and post it to the address on his driving licence. It won't be long now before I release you. My cousins were very upset about them giving their exquisite bodies to you, and you demanding payment, tut, tut, tut, not very nice. They told me to tell you that your hundred pounds awaits you in Glasgow," she told me, and again got off the bed, and left me tied to it, and gagged.

I don't know if she timed it or not, but say half an hour later, she was back smiling, and with scissors, she cut the ropes holding my shoulders from the bed head, and then untied my ankles from the base, and lastly she freed a hand, but kept hold of it.

"I am now leaving you to get free, and dress; I will be behind the bar, where I have your wallet, containing your credit cards, and your train ticket. Thank you for the fuck, I really enjoyed it, and the girls also thank you. The site had a record number of views last night, and they are screaming for more of the same. Like I said, the hundred pounds is in Glasgow, I will give you the address, if you like?" she asked me.

She let go of my arm, and left me to struggle at first to get free, allowing her time to get behind the bar, before I could join her.

Free, I looked around, I checked the drawers, the wardrobe, and the only clothes in there were the ones on the side.

Next to them was a note, I opened it; Thank you for the experience very few males can satisfy us, and you are one that can. But to ask for money is not on; so enjoy your journey home, if you need help, my Auntie will assist you, to dress. LOL xxx.

I realised what they had done, they hadn't robbed me, which I must admit I did wonder if they had, but they were out to shame me, and had succeeded. It was Hobson's choice; go home naked, or in the clothes, left for me.

I put the pink frilly panties on, and the stockings, and dress, again in pink, everything was in pink. I then made my way down to the bar, and opened the door a crack, and called her over.

"Yes, I know what they forgot, my, those girls are silly, they didn't leave the make-up, did they?" She asked me.

"No, and I don't need it; just my clothes," I said red faced, I am sure.

"You heard me, they are on their way to your home; you won't ask a woman for money again, when they are the ones giving their bodies to you, will you? Gloria, take over for me, please. Well come on, I will assist you, it's the least I can do," she told me, pushing me back up the stairs and to the bedroom.

We arrived at the room, and she told me to take the dress off, I did and she shook her head.

"No, no, no, the suspender belt goes on first; then the panties, so that you can pull them down, silly you," she told me, and helped me strip, and then handed me the clothes as they were supposed to be put on.

Suspender belt, stockings, and then the panties, was the order, so she told me, then the bra.

"I don't need that," I said.

But where are you going to put these, if you are not wearing the bra?" she asked me pointing to a false pair of tits.

"I will not need them either," I said.

"OK," she said, and collected the clothes up in her arms, and began to walk out with them.

"Hey, hey, where the fuck; are you going with them; I need the dress, and shoes," I said worried.

"Like I said, I will assist you to dress; the bra goes on before the dress, no bra, no dress. Live is really very simple, when one obeys the rules," she told me, and made for the door.

"Wait, wait, please, OK," I said accepting that it was to do as told, or increase my shame, it was a warm summers day, but it would not look good walking to the station in just panties, and stockings, so I had to do, as told. The panties also had what I can only describe as a viewing panel at the front, putting all of my equipment on display, so I had no option, but to put all the clothes, on.

Dressed, and made up, it was all or nothing; I entered the bar, to wolf whistles.

"You fit in, and are a good looking male, you did know this is a single sex bar, and full of lesbians and homosexuals, didn't you? As a transvestite you fit in, nicely, I am not so sure about the train journey," she told me.

It was perhaps the most embarrassing journey I had ever made, once home I stripped off, and put my own clothes on, I sat in my arm chair red faced, yet intrigued.