Simon Cowell - Behind the Curtain Ch. 04

Her vision obscured by the darkening gray of the room, the glint from his blue-gray eyes gives away his position. As her eyes come into focus, she can see him sitting casually in the chair, legs crossed, and the hint of a smirk across his handsome face. Conflicting thoughts jumbled together in her mind like a traffic jam on 696 during rush hour. His eyes never waver, and she shivers as if standing out in a snowstorm, the nubs on her chest threatening to tear through the thin fabric of her dress. "Turn around", only two words, but spoken with a gentle forcefulness. Immediately, she turns around, limbs trembling with terrified excitement. The feel of his fingers gripping her elbows startle her, "How did he get over here and not make a sound?" she wondered, not realizing the fog of lust and fear she was consumed with had all but dulled her awareness of her surroundings. His fingertips, pressing into the small of her back, sliding upwards ever so softly. The shaking..

I've just been fucked when more of the group arrives. "What have we here?" a new voice asks. "Someone left this faggot bound to a tree for us. He had a sign around his neck that read a fuck toy to be used for your pleasure and entertainment. It sounded good to us so we've been using the toy for our fun. I'd bet you bunch of guys would like to join in." said the person that had just fucked me. With that, they began to loosen the ropes on my wrists. They turned me so that I was now positioned over the corner of the table. They retied my hands to the bench. Cum continues to leek from my freshly fucked hole. I wiggle my ass and stick my tongue out. I am inviting the new visitors to use me. I may have been well fucked but I am still craving cock and cum. I never seem to be able to get enough. "Looks like we've got a horny faggot slut here. Look at him. He's begging for more. Well boys, let's not disappoint." one of the new men point ou

When I was at a local hair salon, waiting to get my hair cut, a man pinged me on Scruff, "You're 15 feet away from me. His Scruff profile name was "It's Big." I asked, "How big?" "8 inches cut. How big are you?" "8 inches uncut. Are you aggressive? Do you know what to do with a gifted cocksucker?" "Yes." "Prove it." "My car is parked in the parking lot next to this building. It's a black BMW sedan with dark windows. I'll be in it in 2 minutes. Get in the back and I'll throat fuck you. You'll see how hot I am." I got in the back seat. He was very handsome, blue eyes and brown wavy hair. His pants and underwear were down. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. I flexed my throat muscles. He asked, "What are you doing to my cock? It feels amazing." I pulled off and said, "I'm using my throat muscles to massage your cock," then went all the way down on his cock

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NOTE: This mmf threesome story includes two men touching each other. If that's not your thing, click back to where you came from. If you know it is your thing, or you think it might be, read on. Eric, Mark and Angie had been close friends in college, frequently partying together and often road-tripping to go rock climbing or kayaking with whatever girlfriend Eric happened to be with that month. And while Mark and Angie had gotten married right after school, Eric had yet to find the right girl to settle down with in the years since graduation. These days they all lived in the same area code in southern California as they worked their careers, but they didn't hang out quite as often as before. When Eric had a girlfriend, gatherings were usually grabbing a meal and some dancing somewhere in between the cities they were living in. But every once in a while Mark and Angie would host, usually when Eric was flying solo. Tonight, Mark and Angie were awesome hosts, providing food, dri