As I mentioned before, while I working in the dungeons, I would occasionally meet a client who I would decide to take on as a private client, either because he amused me or he was willing to pay quite a bit more money for a little more "freedom" in our sessions. This, of course, was strictly against the rules in the dungeon. But somehow either the siren song of extra cash before rent day or the lure of even kinkier sex was louder than anything else.
I had this rather attractive French client, we'll call him "Pierre", come in one time. He wanted basic spanking etc, which usually is a dead give away they aren't there for the bondage, they are hoping you will fuck them. After a bit of negotiating, I found out that indeed this was the case. I explained to him that I couldn't do that as it was against the rules of the house as well as the law. He was persistent, telling me that if he could just meet me on the outside, he had a friend who would love me and they would pay me quite handsomely to do a threesome with them.
Hmmmm.....
We agreed to meet up the following day.
When Pierre arrived for our encounter, he had a rather large German man with him, we'll call him Deiter. Dieter wasn't into wasting time. As soon as the door closed he grabbed me from behind and began roughly squeezing my breasts while rubbing his already hard cock on my ass. I politely allowed him to do this passively as I had been trained to do. Pierre just watched, breathless and enthralled. I soon figured out that Deiter was in some regard Pierre's hero and sexual role model. Soon, Pierre came over and began pinching my nipples as Deiter moved his hands downward towards my panties. He forced his hands between my thighs and spread my legs with his powerful arms. Pierre moved in and began rubbing his hips against my pussy through my panties. I could feel his hard cock straining through his pants and rubbing against the fold of my hot sex.
Deiter decided that the bed was the place to be. He flung me down face first, grabbing a handful of my ass on the way. He came up behind me, fingering and massaging my pussy roughly through my panties. His advances were rough and rubbing me raw, especially as he tried to shove his fingers into my cunt through the satin. Pierre positioned himself in front of me and encouraged me to take his cock in my mouth. I did so obligingly. His cock was charming, uncut and average. He quivered and moaned as I swallowed it down to the base. Behind me Deiter began his onslaught. He pulled aside the crotch of my underwear and rammed home what could only be described as a flesh baseball bat. His thick cock tore at my unlubricated pussy lips. I gagged on Pierre's cock, stifling a scream. Pierre, in a sudden change of demeanor, grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock deeper, as if to silence me. I panicked a bit, thinking maybe I had gotten in over my head this time. But after I stopped fighting, Deiter and his thrusting became easier, Pierre let loose of my head and I was able to suck his cock at a leisurely pace. Deiter was thrusting and grunting like a bull, growling cruel sounding things in German and periodically slapping my ass forcefully. He would spread my ass and pussy until I felt I would tear in two so he could watch his enormous cock violate my hole. I felt him begin to stroke my anus with his thumb, testing it's receptivity. Slowly, he slid his thick digit into my ass and thrust it in and out. For some reason, this made me begin to panic again. With a cock in my mouth, a cock in my pussy and his thumb in my ass in a strange motel room I felt vulnerable and endangered. I began to buck and struggle, trying to pull Pierre's cock out of my mouth and get away from Deiter's grasp. Pierre clung tight to my hair. I felt his thighs tensing and his hips began to pump upwards to meet my mouth. Deiter took extreme delight in my struggles, doubling his efforts and jerking his thumb in my asshole back and fourth rapidly so my ass bounced and shook. Pierre pulled my head closer and closer, and his cock went deeper and deeper into my throat, making me gag and sealing my airway. I put my hands on his hips and tried pushing away. Dieter saw this and began grunting even louder and fucking me so hard I thought my pelvis would shatter. As I struggled to breathe, I felt my body involuntarily letting go. I felt my cunt tense around the cock that battered and tore at it and I cried out against the one that was begining to spurt and pump at the back of my throat. I began to roll my hips in a spastic, mind-shattering involuntary orgasm. I felt Deiter shudder behind me, crying out and swearing in German, clawing at the ample flesh around my hips and finally biting my shoulders hard over and over again as he came. Pierre released me, and I collapsed on top of his legs, quiver, injured, and spent. Deiter collapsed on top of me, panting and sweaty. After a moment the 2 men exchanged words in French, and Deiter got up and went into the bathroom. Pierre asked me if I was ok. I was shaking and felt a little queasy, but I told him yes I was ok. He got off the bed, opened his wallet and gave me $100 more than we had agreed upon. He got dressed and we waited for Deiter to come out of the bathroom. When he finally came out he got dressed and they left. The entire time Deiter was there, he never once acknowledged me or spoke a word directly to me. I found that interesting.
That was also the time that I found out that strangulation by cock REALLY turns me on ;)
note: All of my stories are true. The one detail I chose *not* supply in them is the fact that I *always* used condoms. For the sake of narrative I leave that detail out, but I have always felt that the activities I am involved in are risky enough with out adding disease in the mix.
