The Unlocked Door - The Finale

Please read Part Two (The Unlocked Door) before enjoying this story.

I heard an audible gasp as CJ walked into the living room. He stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. I turned my head and smiled, but I felt my cop’s cock stop in mid-stroke.

I immediately began to practically beg for mercy and my apologies rapidly fell from my mouth.
“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t help it. Please try to understand and forgive me.”, I pleaded.
My cop partner wasn’t saying a word; he was just scrambling to find his pants.
CJ shouted at the cop to stop what he was doing.
I had no idea what he was going to do next and I was worried because there was a gun in the house now. There was a pair of handcuffs still on the floor. They could be used for purposes other than fun.

All I could say was “I knew I should have locked the door”

CJ didn’t seem to agree with me. He went and quickly got his digital video camera and set it up.
“I know how you like this Deb.”, he said as he set the camera on a tripod.
I was worried that this is something that was going to be used against me down the road.

The cop and I remained where we were, stark naked, with no idea of what would happen next. It was up to CJ to make the next move and he did without any fuss. CJ started to strip out of the black pants and white shirt that were his work clothes. Soon we were both welcomed by CJ’s semi-hard dick.

CJ made sure that the video camera was recording all three of us when he started his interrogation:
“Debbie, you’re a damn whore aren’t you”, CJ started
I was familiar with his tone and immediately became more dutiful.
“Yes sir, I’m a whore”, I replied.
“You like to fuck bitches like this hard fucker?”, CJ asked the cop.
“Damn straight”, was the only reply.
“Deb, you’re not just any whore are you? You’re a cocksucking whore, right?”, CJ asked.
“Yes, I like to suck off and taste dick”, I admitted what CJ already knew.
“And did you suck this cop’s dick”, he asked.

I explained the situation, what happened, and that a blowjob wasn’t part of the script.

CJ explained to the both of us that he believed in the idea of the more the merrier when I was there with other men. Now it was CJ that dropped to his hands and knees. He set us up the way he wanted. He told me to get behind him and insisted that the cop get on his knees in front of him.

“Debbie I know you know what to do”, he said as he turned his head back towards me.
He said he couldn’t wait to get all this recorded to watch and show to me over and over. He even said that he planned on playing it for me and making me play with myself when he did. He told me he would let me know, in no uncertain terms, what a slut I was as I watched.

Then he looked straight at the cop and asked him if he liked his cock sucked on. Of course, he answered in the affirmative.
“Good”, CJ said. “Because I like to suck cock as much as Debbie does”.
I watched as the cop’s cock twitched and CJ sucked his cockhead between his lips.

I began to knead his ass as I moved in close enough to lick his balls. CJ got harder and I could hear his slurping as he enjoyed eating and sucking on our cop. I gently sucked at CJ’s nuts and moved my hands to his side. One hand moved to grasp his now rock hard cock and began to stroke while lapping at his balls. The other hand moved him down on the cop’s cock. As I shoved him onto the cock filling his mouth, the cop moaned out. I stroked at CJ’s cock faster as I moved him into a perfect face fuck tempo. Now I could hear both men moaning. One filled the room with sounds of pleasure. The other was muffled, slurping, sucking.

I was becoming jealous. I spread CJ’s legs wider so I could slip underneath him to get a taste of the most delicious hard dick I knew. His precum had already been spread over his cock from my jerking and tugging. I was on my back when I flicked my tongue at his slightly swaying hard meat. As I nibbled and licked at CJ’s meat it seemed to inspire him to suck at the cop even more. I could hear our cop’s breathing quicken and his moans were almost constant. I knew he was about to feed CJ his hot milk. It was then that I took CJ’s cock into my mouth, took him hard, deep, and started sucking immediately.
CJ moaned onto the thick meat in his mouth, the cop moaned out, “Fuck you, swallow me!”
and emptied his balls into CJ’s face.

Then it was CJ’s turn, he started to fuck my face hard. It was so deep his balls were resting on my chin and I had to work at not gagging.
CJ was encouraged by the cop saying, “Cum on the damn slut’s face”.
Listening and agreeing, CJ pulled out of my mouth as he started to cum and painted my face with his goo, spurting and groaning.

By now the cop had started to get his uniform back on and picked up his handcuffs.
I crawled out from underneath CJ.
CJ got up and turned off the camera.
By the time I got my panties on the cop was walking to the door. He turned, thanked us almost indifferently and left.

I looked at CJ, smiled, and said, “Maybe I’ll keep that door unlocked next time too”.

Secret Sins: Chapter 2 - My First Cock

(Don't forget to read Part 1)

During my college days I was a very studious girl, excelling in all of my classes, and making the dean’s list every semester for four years after exiting High School a year earlier than my peers. Being the product of Midwestern WASP parents meant that a good work ethic and sense of right and wrong had been instilled in me at a very early age, and of course continues to this day. “If you start a job, finish the job and do it right the first time” my father said, and frankly I’ve always found it to be true. I mean, if you decide to do something – anything quite frankly – then you’ve made a contract with your inner self and the outside world that you accept the challenge put forward, and if that’s the case, then why would you not want to put your best effort out in order to achieve the desired goal?
Such was the case with sucking cock I guess.

I’ll never forget my first boyfriend’s, they first guy I ever kissed; his name was Joel Slone and he lived down the street from me when we lived in Indianapolis.
What is it about the first kiss or the first boyfriend that you never forget? Is it the feeling down deep inside, those hormones raging ceaselessly coursing through your bloodstream, or is it the first excited tingle “down there” that you felt but weren’t supposed to talk about (oh no, MidWASP’s almost NEVER talk about sex except after they’re married, and then only to their partner in darkened rooms and in hushed, frightened whispers)
For me, it was Joel’s eyes.
No, it wasn’t the color (hazel), but something behind them that I could never quantify, some deep quality lurking beneath the surface ready to burst forward like an unexpected volcano explosion. Not violent, but creative in a way.

Ah, I miss Joel and have always wondered what happened to him.
It was Joel that introduced me to kissing when we were 12, and three years later to what a hard boy-man felt like. Me, I was scared and quivering at the time, but excited as well as I’d seen pictures of a man’s penis in health class, but never one standing straight up at attention and in full glory before, and being the raging hormone laden young person that I mentioned before, was curiously excited to touch this throbbing part of my boyfriend’s body. And I DO mean throbbing!
Oh God, I remember it to this day.

Joel and I had snuck into the baseball dugout at school to eat lunch alone when I noticed him as he stopped in mid chew and began staring at my well beyond budding breasts beneath my blouse. Something surged through me like fire.
As soon as I had noticed Joel’s gaze and almost unbeknownst to me, my nipples popped up as the rush settled through me and I actually felt Joel’s eyes begin to bore holes though my blouse and cotton bra at them.
It was about that time that I noticed the tent that had arisen in his pants, down in his crotch. “Oh my!” I thought. “What’s that?”
Joel looked at me and I looked Joel in those beautiful eyes and I could see what he wanted, to touch my breasts, so I made the decision that this was the day that he would just get past brushing by them every so innocently to actually seeing and feeling them.

I do so love the look and feel of a throbbing cock in my mouth, no matter for how long. So sue me.

Not averting my gaze from him, I began to unbutton my blouse and show him my Pride and Joys. My P&J’s had come in a couple of years earlier, slowly at first then over the summer of my 12th birthday, bursting forth much to my mother’s chagrin. She kept me in clothing that hid them, just telling me that it wasn’t “polite” to show them off, and NEVER to boys.
Oh, we had “The Talk” in a round about way I guess, strictly the facts, but never anything about the feelings or the act. Abstinence only: and this was the early 70’s! LOL! Talk about abstinence, I almost never saw my parents holding hands, and only on the rare birthday or celebration did I observe them even kissing, but then only a quick peck on the lips. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever fantasize about them in the act of making love, nor did I want to after “The Talk”.
Removing my blouse slowly, I thought that I saw a quiver on Joel’s lip as he reached out tentatively towards by breast. Hesitating a moment, he then grabbed my P&J’s a bit too hard, but quickly finding a happy medium, began to squeeze and caress them.
I know now his hesitation was justified given the size and quality of my P&J’s (I do so love them myself as they are still firm, full and hard), but he sallied on, sliding his hand under the cup of my left breast, hesitating ever so slightly at the feel of my bulging nipple. I knew immediately by his touch that this was the first time that he had felt an actual erect nipple, the touch that of an inexperienced lover. For myself, I had enjoyed making my nipples hard from, shit, almost the first moment I can remember. The feeling of the blood coursing through my veins towards by areolas buried deep in my brain from youth, but now, so much different that someone else was manipulating them.

Again, I noticed the bulge in his pants, but now, some animalistic instinct had come over me and I found myself reaching out to touch his crotch, probably too hard at first similar, to how he had grabbed me but them finding an easy medium as if I had been born to it.
Quickly unzipping his pants to reveal his white briefs, I could see his penis straining at the bit as it were, to be revealed in all of its glory. Stroking it softly but firmly, I could also sense the throbbing lying between scant millimeters of fabric and with almost unconscious knowing, released his shaft from its confines.

Oh glory, the first time I ever saw a hard cock! I don’t know to this day what came over me, but without hesitating, bent over and placed my mouth around his bulge, automatically moving up and down with it in my mouth as my tongue caressed the hard vein-y shaft.
It was much to my surprise (and I’m sure a look of consternation had crossed my face had Joel see it), that something hot and slightly salty went shooting into my mouth.
Quickly pulling my face away from his cock and spitting I exclaimed, “Oh my God, did you just pee in my mouth?”
It was about then that I noticed Joel shuddering with immense spasms, his head slight cocked back at a weird angle, twitching as if he was having a seizure, but with this blissful look on his face.
Momentarily he regained his composure, looking at me with those beautiful eyes, and said “Uh, , uh, no. I think I did what they call cumming. Oh my God, it felt so good!”
Mmmm. I’ll never forget the first taste of cum – Joel’s cum ¬– so sweet yet salty, so smooth, like pudding – yes, Man Pudding – as it slipped down my throat. I was hooked, and I’ve never looked back.

Sure, there were lots of other boyfriends and lovers throughout my future school days, and yeah, maybe I did have some kind of reputation as a girl who gulped a good gob, but I was choosy and it quickly got around that I wouldn’t slurp just any old schlong; I may be easy, but I’m not sleazy.

As to the two of us, Joel looked down at me quite embarrassed and stumbled out an apology as quickly as he fumbled to recover his pants. I’ve never understood men who don’t like to bask in the afterglow as I call it, reveling in the feeling of bliss that accompanies the perfection of orgasm. Mostly it reminds me of seeing the sex films in biology class where one monkey comes up behind a female, mounts here, shoves it in a couple of times, then BAM!, he’s gone onto another butt scratching exercise with his buddies while the female just hunches there looking stoned. I know that we’re supposed to be evolved beyond the animalistic instincts of our poor cousins, but I mean really!
Anywho, I do so love the look and feel of a throbbing cock in my mouth, no matter for how long. So sue me.


Next chapter of Secret Sins: Part 3, "Meine Ehre heist Treue"

PS: We appreciate all comments - good or bad - and remember that I will continue to post chapters to this story each Friday as long as DD receives pix for her CBW.
Thanks,
CJ

Secret Sins: The Undisclosed Story of my Bad Reputation

Throughout my life I've been and done many things, but nothing as weird and kinky as being an on-call slut for the FBI in WITSEC.Now let's clarify something here: I didn't get it on with every field agent or assistant director, no, I was on call just in case one of their people in the witness protection program or perhaps a snitch, wanted a little relief and comfort.There, I said it, and frankly it feels good to get it out in the open after all these years.
How I became a highly paid confidential "companion" was all by accident or so I thought for quite some time. I was just a normal working girl - get your mind out of the gutter, not THAT kind of working girl - who went to college and was spending time slaving away in the normal workaday world as a secretary, with designs on a masters program at one of the local colleges when one evening I accepted an invitation from some of my coworkers to go to one of their favorite hangouts for a drink or two. Wanting to fit in with my newish colleagues, I readily accepted the invitation.

Sitting at the pub chatting with my fellow office droids was at first exciting as I wanted to fit in with them just a little bit better, but soon I learned that they were just another part of the large percentage of 'droids out here in the business world that are fed up, frustrated, and angry with the direction that their lives have taken, with not a scintilla of ambition to change the situation other than to stab each other in the back as they attempt to kiss the boss's ass on the way up the corporate ladder.

Finding such dreck virtually unappealing, I had just turned around on my stool at the bar when the bartender approached me with a drink in his hand. "This is from the guy at the end of the bar" he intoned in a rather bland I've-heard-this-a-thousand-times-before voice as he set the cocktail in front of me.
I'm sure the quizzical look on my face was priceless as I glanced at the other end of the room, but sure enough, there was your standard young executive giving me a short wave of hello.
"Hmm. Not bad looking I guess, and I like his suit although he sure didn't spend a lot of money on it" I thought. Waving back with a little grin on my face, my next thought was one of excitement that a guy had found me attractive enough to buy me a drink, but then turned a little downward as I winced while thinking of some of the tools that I had met in meat market ventures of the past. Too late, he had left his stool and was heading for me.

I was genuinely freaked but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more - much more.

My mind now racing at a hundred miles a second, I quickly turned back to my coworkers and began chatting with my friend Dawn when Mr. Mystery Man sidled up to me and sat down. "Hi there" he said to me, obviously not caring that I was engaged in conversation with another girl. Not wanting to be too forward, I twisted my head around and said "Just a second" to him before turning back to my conversation. Dawn leaned in towards me and whispered excitedly "I think he wants to talk to you", whereupon I whispered back "Yeah, I know, but I don't want him to think I'm too eager". "Oh go on!" chimed Dawn, and so I turned around to MMM and said, "Hi, I'm Debbie, and this is Dawn" as I extended my hand. "Thanks for the drink". "Hi there yourself. My name's Ben, and I couldn't help noticing you from across the bar".
Drivel. Poor pickup line. Bleh. Those were the first thoughts that crossed my mind. Not wanting to be impolite, after all, my parents raised me right, I swiveled back around to the bar with a flourish and that's when I noticed Ben's eyes. Deep pools of blue drilled into me like a bullet, and somewhere in my gut, a punch had been thrown. "Uh, yeah, I umm, I mean we're just, uh.." was all I could stammer out. "Yeah I know" said Ben, "Just out with the office, eh"
I heard what he said, but I just couldn't look away from those eyes. I mean, Ben's face was just OK as guys go, but those eyes got to me somehow, they were deep and intense, burning their way into me with a cold fire that I hadn't felt in some time. Pinch me. Hard!

"Soooo, you come here often,” Ben said smoothly, and I just about passed out laughing from such a juvenile come-on line.
"If that's the best you can do, then thanks for the drink and see ya" I said.
"Oh come on, I'm sorry. Give me another chance. I mean, you just looked so LONELY sitting there surrounded by your friends, I just thought that you might be up for an adventure".
That got my attention.
"What kind of adventure?" I asked.
"The kind that you could perhaps, make some money with in your spare time"
Oh God.
"Sorry Ben, I'm not that kind of girl. Maybe you should try one of the decked out bimbos at the other end of the bar".
"Sheesh, I'm sorry, I gave you the wrong impression. Look" he said holding up his hand to show me a gold band around his left fourth finger, "I'm married".
Yeah, I've heard that one before too.
"Look champ, I told you that I'm not that kind of girl, so bug off!"
"Wait a minute Ms. Cooper, what I'm offering you is a way out of boring office drudgery every so often, and the chance to make the kind of money that would allow you to finish your graduate studies” said Ben.
Now, it wasn't the suggestion that I could get away from a boring job, or even that I would be able to finish my Masters degree in record time, but the first thing he said that really caught my attention.
"How did you know my last name?" I asked.
Looking downwards with a little blush on his face, Ben answered, "I know a lot about you - A LOT" "Like for instance that your online chat handle is 'apple1959' or the fact that you prefer to wear lace La Perla underwear, or even that you go out to bars like this one with no underwear on at all"Whoa whoa whoa! Now it's getting intense, bordering on creepy. I mean, stop the presses!
"Like I said, I know a lot about you" said Ben, his eyes boring into mine.

The cat in me was curious, very curious, so I said, "Go on".
"Well, I know for a fact that you would stumble all over yourself to smoke some pipe.
You know, worshiping the big salami. To be quite blunt, I know for a fact that you love to suck cock, almost any cock. You worship at the alter of the big snake and would do almost anything to have the feel of a fat penis in your mouth, sucking the guy off until shoves it in hard and fast and cums down your throat."
His said this with such little emotion or kink in his voice that frankly I was aghast and quite a bit scare, and Ben allowed me to sit there in stunned silence for moment as the thought of what he has said sank into my brain.
Just about then, Dawn came over and asked me if I was all right. "Deb, what's wrong, you seem to be trembling. Ish this guy bother'n you 'cause if heish I can get Stan to come over and pound the shit out him!" she slurred.
"No, I'm fine Dawn. Ben just gave me something to think about all of a sudden. I'll be fine, really".
With a reassuring look that bordered on concern, Dawn said OK, and returned to my fellow workers, leaving me pondering some pretty tough thoughts in my mind.
Who was this guy who was hitting on me, why did he know so much about me? I mean, my inner thoughts and desires, and for God's sake, even what kind (if any) underwear I decided to wear that day.
I was genuinely freaked, but in a kinky sort of way, I wanted to know more, much more.

Next in Secret Sins chapter 2: My first cock

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The Walls Have Ears - Finale

Be sure to enjoy Part Two before the finale.







My pussy had been tortured almost beyond it’s limits by now. I was aching in different ways all over. My arms and legs ached from being stretched, my pussy ached from the teasing and attention, and even my nipples were aching from being so erect.

CJ knew I was perfectly ready for him. He got on the bed and ran his cockhead up and down my wet, hot slit. I moaned out and Mike started stroking his cock, it seemed as though his loved the sound of moans and sighs. CJ slapped my swollen clit with his cockhead and it made me start to beg for it.
“Fuck me, stop teasing and just fuck me!”, I moaned out
The next feeling was that of fleshy hot steel parting my soft pussy lips. I screamed out this time as CJ thrust deep and hard into my cunt. My tight wetness hugged him and easily fell into the pace he created for us.
But remember we weren’t the only ones in the room. Mike was as close to the bed as he could get and was tugging faster on his dick. I watched Mike as I was fucked and he really enjoyed it, but wanted more from me, “Moan bitch, and let him know you love that cock”.

That wasn’t hard for me, and I aim to please.
“Fuck I need that cock”, I moaned out to CJ.
He bent over and sucked my tits without missing a beat. I was writhing against my bonds now and both CJ and Mike were picking up the pace.
I was close to the edge and moaned out that I wanted to cum.
“Bathe those balls baby, you know I love to make you cum”, CJ said breathlessly in between thrusts.
He slowed down, pulled halfway out of me and started playing with my clit. I moaned more as he played with that special spot and stirred my pussy.
“You damn slut”, Mike yelled at me as he massaged his balls. I could see his leaking and throbbing cock; he needed to cum as badly as I did.
CJ kept playing and smiling at me then slammed into me at just the right time. I moaned out in ecstasy, that was it. I came all over the fucker’s nuts.
Mike stroked and stroked harder.
CJ told him to drain his balls on my face.

I kept my face turned towards Mike as CJ kept pounding me. He was definitely enjoying my cunt and was about to shoot his hot goo into it.
Mike was stroking so fast it was making me hotter, if that was possible. There is something about the sound of a guy beating his meat that I find an extreme turn on.
I bucked against CJ’s thick cock and moaned out as he hit my g-spot again and I was cumming for a second time. Just as I opened my mouth Mike unloaded on me. He hit my tongue and lips with marksman like ability, and then sprayed the rest of my face.
I turned back towards CJ and licked my lips, eating Mike’s cum. Well that must have done it for CJ, he groaned and plunged one last time into me and exploded. His nuts drained into my hot pussy.

CJ pulled out of me and I went limp against my bonds.
“I hope this all you expected Mike”, I said as he was pulling up his pants.
“Oh yes and more, it was amazing to finally see the two of you in action”, he answered.
“You’re welcome anytime, maybe even join in if you want”, CJ said.
“That would be an honor”, Mike replied.
Mike quietly showed himself out as CJ began to untie me. Once untied I sat up and licked at his cock to clean him up.
As I sucked his balls clean, he started to get hard again.
But, as always, that’s another story.

Butter and Rope - Part One

Part One
This story is one that was inspired from a combination of two chats over the course of a week.

Mr. W and I set up a fantasy scenario, the fact that we lived near each other in the same condo.
One evening he gave me call; he needed a cup of sugar and was asking to borrow some from me.
There was a knock on my door within 2 minutes. Funny, even though I was expecting him, my body still shuddered when I heard the sharp knock.
I knew who it was and I knew it was somebody I wanted, in the worst way.
I instinctively looked out the peephole and there stood Mr. W., looking very anxious.
I answered the door, only wearing the bottoms of my long, red, silk pajamas.
I invited him in immediately once the door closed, his jaw dropped and he nervously said:
“I don’t have much time, my wife is waiting”. He was speaking to my hard nipples, not my eyes, but I didn’t care. I was getting the hoped for response.
“I’ll make it fast”, I said to him as I took off my pajama bottoms and squatted in front of him. I unzipped his pants and grabbed at his already stiff cock, pulling it into the light and for me to admire.
No pauses, no teases, I finger my clit as I sucked Mr. W deep into my mouth.
He just stood there and moaned out in mind-blowing pleasure.
This time it was all about him, I wanted it that way, he needed it that way.
His hands grabbed at the thick dark strands of my hair as I began to swallow him up. Soon he was pushing my face to the base of his cock. This quickly caused his balls to rest against my chin.
“Suck it off babe, just suck it off”, he groaned.
My head started bobbing on his rock hard hot dick, sucking and gulping at it.
I tickled at my clit faster as I felt him grow even thicker against the inside of my cheeks.
“OH Deb I want to cum on your whore face”, Mr. W moaned out as he pulled his cock out of me loving mouth. By now I was outright fingering my wet cunt.
“On your knees bitch”, he commanded. I quickly pulled my fingers out of myself and dropped to my knees.
He vigorously jerked off pointing his cockhead right towards my face.
A few grunts and the spray of white-hot goo was landing on my lips, cheeks, eyes, and hair.
He must have emptied every single drop in his tight sack onto me.
“I have to get home Debbie”, he said as he zipped up.
I got his sugar for him.
“Maybe tomorrow I’ll need a stick of butter”, he said impishly.