Unexpected Guests

It had been a really shitty day. I leaned my head back against the headrest and let the garage door slide closed behind me. I breathed deep and tried to lose some of the stress. All I wanted was a tall glass of wine (or two) and a long, hot bath. I pulled my stripped red blouse from the waist of my pants and let my heels fall into the floorboard.

I sat for just a few minutes that seemed like forever. The quiet was delicious. It isn’t easy for a woman to spend the day swimming with the sharks that fill my career field. It can be brutal. And after a day of trying to keep my head above water and feeling very beat up, this dark, quiet garage was as close to heaven as I could imagine.

I finally climbed out of my car, convinced that a hot bath would be worth the effort, and strolled into the house. I dropped my keys on the kitchen counter and turned to open the fridge.

I heard him, but he had his arms around me before I could turn to defend myself. One hand went over my mouth and the other around my waist tightly. He lifted me off my feet as I struggled. I pulled at his arms and tried to bite his hand.

“You don’t want to do that,” I heard him say.

I kept fighting him.

“Stop it or I’m going to make this hurt.”

My heart stopped beating – and I stopped fighting. Fear washed away the initial panic and I froze.

“Good girl.” He whispered in my ear. “Now try to enjoy this, Ash.”

My heart stopped again. How did he know my name? Had he been in here rifling through my stuff? How long had he been here?

He carried me into the living room. It was dark, but I could tell that the coffee table had been moved. The middle of the floor was wide open. Sitting on the couch was another man. I couldn’t see him very well, but I knew that he was naked. I started to struggle again, weaker, hopeless.

“Ssh,” He said. “Stop it.” He held me tighter, squeezing my breath out of me. “What did I say?”

“She’s a fighter, isn’t she Mark?” It was the man-shape on the couch. His words were followed with a chuckle.

“She can be,” said the voice in my ear. “We might have to get a little rough if she doesn’t calm down.”

Suddenly I recognized the voice. Mark was one of my boyfriends. I had been seeing him for a little over three months. He’d been helping me explore my sexuality – helping me discover what it was about sex that turned me on. Recently we had discussed my lust for being dominated, taken, used. I remember we talked about how hot it would be to have someone unexpected and unseen take me. I realized that this was his way of playing that scenario out. I relaxed a bit and he felt it.

“Figured it out, Ash?” He hissed. “Don’t relax too much. This is going to hurt just a little.”

Now my body went warm, the chill of fear gone, the edge of excitement digging into my gut.

The man on the couch stood and walked over. “I think we need to see her naked, Mark. Don’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Mark said as his hand pulled across my chest, tearing my blouse open, sending buttons across the room. He dropped me on my feet as he pulled my shirt off my shoulders. Mark’s friend (I’ll call him Paul, though if he ever said his name, I don’t remember) reached out and grabbed my tits through my bright red bra.

I spun around to see Mark, just to make sure it was him, and noticed that he was naked too. He was tall, almost six foot, but very muscular. He had broad shoulders on top of a thin waist. He was a fireman and kept himself in perfect shape. I assumed his friend was too, though he did have a softer build. Mark had dark, commanding eyes that held me in place. His brown hair was cut close and I could see his smile even in the poor light.

I smiled at him…

He put his large hand on my face, covering my expression. “Are you smiling at me?” He asked, his voice loud. “Don’t you fucking smile at me! I’m not here to make you happy. I’m here to fuck you. You belong to me right now and I can think of better things to do with that mouth than smile.”

His hand went to my shoulder and he started to push me to my knees. He was strong and I crumpled to my knees in front of him. He stepped forward and I felt the smooth tip of his rock had cock poke my cheek.

Paul stepped up behind me and pushed his cock against my face as well. I felt a drop of precum wet my cheek.

“Why don’t you show us how much you love to suck cock,” Mark said. “Show me how a real whore eats dick.”

Mark had a perfectly average sized cock, just a little over six inches and an average thickness. Paul was seven and a half inches and much thicker. I began devouring them, first one, then another. I barely heard them comment about me and for a few moments, I forgot that I had just walked in after a long day, really wanted a bath, but instead was being “****d” in my very own living room. It didn’t matter to me that one of the cocks in my mouth hung from a man I had never met or even seen in proper light, I just enjoyed the two very different tastes.

I gobbled them up, taking them both deep and pressing my nose into their bellies as there cocks pressed deep into my throat. I was working on Paul’s wonderful tool when Mark reached down and undid my bra. I let it drop to the floor as he pinched and pulled my nipples. I moaned around Paul, shivering as sparks shot from my tits down through my body.

I felt fingers tangle in my hair and was pulled off of Paul’s cock. I tried to go back after it, but instead I was pulled to my feet.

“Take off her pants,” Mark said and Paul, still dazed from my oral, reached down and started fumbling with buckles and buttons. Mark reached under my arms and lifted me up as Paul tugged my tight pants off, tossing them across the room. I stood there, Mark still pulling my hair, in nothing but a red thong.

“What do you think?” Mark asked his friend. “As hot as I promised?”

Paul just stood there looking me up and down, his face red with lust, his cock bobbing in front of him, glistening in the light streaming in from the kitchen. I am a 5'3", 101 pound blond with 34b tits and a boyish shape. He seemed pleased.

Mark jerked my hair hard and tossed me on the couch. “She really likes your cock,” Mark said. “Give her some more of it while I lick her pussy.”

Mark knelt in front of me, pulling the thong down over my ass and past my ankles. Paul positioned himself on his knees next to me, roughly shoving his cock back into my mouth. He held my head as he pumped my mouth slowly. I felt Mark’s tongue on my cunt and moaned hard around Paul.

“Mmmmph!” I grunted, needing Mark’s tongue exactly where it was. He began to flick my clit before running his tongue down my pussy and back to my clit again, his saliva mixing with my juices as he ate me. Mark was an expert and I knew that in no time he’d have me screaming, the stress of the day exploding out of me through my pussy. I worked faster on Paul, knowing that he wouldn’t give it up, but wanting his cum.

Mark’s hands slid under my ass, lifting me to his face as he felt my body responding. I took Paul out of my mouth and looked down. My eyes had adjusted well enough that I could finally tell it was Mark, his face wet with me. The sight of him shimmering with my juices was too much and I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach as my orgasm started to build.

“Oh shit!” I groaned. “I’m going to… Ayyyiiieee! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

I bucked against Mark’s face, my body exploding. Paul grabbed my hair and started savagely rubbing his cock across my face, pulling it back and hitting me with it as I screamed and shook. Mark kept going, draining every last drop out of me, until I just lay there, stiff, weak, Paul’s cock smearing it’s precum from chin to forehead.

“I think she liked that!” Paul laughed.

Mark reached up and slapped me playfully across the face. “You’re not done, Ash. Come back to me.”

They picked me up and put me on my knees, my face hanging over the back of the couch, my ass up in the air for them to use however they wanted. I cried into the pillow as they each took turns plowing into me from behind. Paul was massively thick, thicker than I expected. As he drove into me I felt like I was being divided in two. Mark wasn’t as massive, but he fucked me harder, pulling my hair and then, just when I was about to cum, grabbing my throat. I felt the world spin off as my orgasm crashed into me. I felt like I was being swept out by the tide.

They passed me back and forth for what seemed like an hour, occasionally stepping around to let me taste myself on their cocks. I lost track of how many times I came. I was floating disconnected, reality a trivial thing that lived outside the buzz going through my body. It was all I could do to keep my ass in the air, my legs weak and trembling, as they assaulted me over and over. I was a thing – my ass in the air, my pussy red, wet, and open. The drone of pleasure hypnotized me as I floated between being pounded brutally by Mark, and stretched mercilessly by Paul.

But then I felt the rub of Mark’s cock on my ass.

“Ohhh,” I moaned. “Mark, I don’t think I can…”

He grabbed my hair and pulled me back, bending my face up hard to his. He was pressing the head of his cock into me. “But I can,” He said, his tip popping in as his shaft slid slowly into me.

I screamed as a jolt of pain/pleasure shot to my toes. His hand still in my hair, Mark fucked my ass. I was still looking into his face as he pulled me back. His eyes were closed as he drove into me. My groans became a pathetic sounding babble as my body came hard over and over. I reached down and rubbed my clit, trying to spread out some of the sensations going through me.

“Dude, you need to share,” I heard Paul say.

“You think so?” Mark said. “It looks like her pussy needs some attention,” he said referring to the way my fingers were flying over my clit. He picked me up, his cock still buried in my ass, and sat back on the couch. I lay back against him and looked up at Paul who was holding his cock and smiling at me.

“I like the way you think,” he said as he pushed my legs back and pressed the head of his cock against my swollen pussy. I felt him slide that thick cock into me, fighting for space with Mark inside my tiny body.

“Ohhhh!” I moaned as they shifted and pushed, finally fitting into me and establishing a nice slow rhythm. I said a few things I don’t remember, things that made no sense, as they crushed me between them.

“Like that?” Mark whispered in my ear. I nodded sharply, unable to speak. My feet waved in the air as they ground into me, every nerve between my legs awake and screaming from pleasure. My breathing increased with their thrusts. They worked together, slowly at first, but picking up speed, increasing depth, pounding harder. Paul was watching himself sink into me and I reached up and hooked an arm around his neck, pulling my hips as best I could, willing my pussy to swallow him.

For a long moment, the three of us became lost in the perfect selfishness of sex, Paul pulling out as far as he could before trying to slam me through the couch, me grinding my hole hard around him, trying to pull as much of him inside me as I could get, and Mark lifting us all of the couch with his desperate thrusts into my ass. We worked like a machine, sweaty and hungry, fucking like mad.

I heard Paul let out a long groan and knew that he was close. I fucked him harder, trying to climb his body. “I’m there,” he hissed. “I’m cumming!” He pulled out of me violently as the first stream of cum landed in a long ribbon across my belly and right tit. Mark started fucking faster and harder, no longer having to work as a team. Paul jerked his cum onto my body, warm puddles dripping slowly down. I reached out and grabbed him and helped him milk the last drops from his cock as Mark yelled and pushed one final time deep inside me and exploded. I felt the warmth of him sperm deep inside me as he pumped wildly.

He popped out of my ass, the last of his cum drooling out over my pussy as he vainly humped the air.

We all collapsed, Mark and I on the couch, Paul on the floor. I lay there against Mark’s chest as his thumbed my nipples lazily. “Wow,” he said.

“Thank you,” I agreed with him. “That was fucking incredible.” Paul was lying on his back breathing hard and staring at the ceiling. I slid off of Mark and crawled over between Paul’s legs, taking his soft, wet cock in my mouth. “And thank you,” I said, sucking him gently.