Menage a Cinq - Lust In Space

The Orion Team had been in deep space for six months. Boredom had set in, but soon was replaced by a troublesome attraction. Replacement navigator Star Neruli was far too beautiful – and sexy – to be sequestered on the vessel with four virile crew mates. Captain Dex Luther, Royce Darul, Malcolm Stewart and Webb Fortune were each enamored of the lone female aboard. And after a near miss during a shoot out with a rogue pirate vessel, tensions – and adrenaline – blew the lid off the pot of simmering sexual desire.

Star had not fought them when the four men found her, wet and naked in the cleansing stall. They’d been waiting their turn, but high emotions swept them away.

The four men, muscled, powerful, tall and imposing circled her as she stood in their midst. Her breasts heaved and the scent of her arousal filled the small area. She said nothing but once four sets of large hands began fondling her, her moans could not be contained.

Recognizing the dilemma of the close quarters, Dex picked up his diminutive navigator and hauled her out of the room. “Workout room. Now.”

None of the men had to be told twice. Cocks were rigid and each male mind was anticipating the complete submission of their female in his own fashion.

In the workout room the Captain plunked Star down on the edge of a leather weight bench, her legs spread. Her denuded pussy was glistening with her juices and each man’s nostrils flared at her scent.

Without further ado, Dex fell to his knees and tasted her. Star dropped back on the bench, one arm across her eyes as his wicked tongue penetrated her cunt and lapped at her moisture. Her gasping moans and the sight of her tightly furled nipples atop plentiful breasts set the other men on their own courses of action.

Royce and Malcolm fell to either side, one suckling and biting one tight bud, the other squeezing and kneading a large breast.

Webb – acknowledged to like his sex hard and edged with a pleasurable pain, was a dominant man who liked his women submissive and pleasuring him. When Dex had brought Star to a screaming climax, Webb stepped forward. Pulling Star up, he glanced at the other men. They knew what he was asking. Eagerly, Royce fell on his back, his massive organ quivering and red. Webb positioned Star – who was still limp with her climax, over Royce who spread her legs and pulled her down, impaling her in one hard thrust on his cock. Her gasps and squirming were ignored as the other men jockeyed for position. Stroking his erection into steely, throbbing hardness, Malcolm got on his knees at Royce’s head, perfectly positioned before Star’s lips. When she gasped at the penetration of one large cock into her pussy, Malcolm took advantage and slid his own thick dick into her mouth, stifling any further cries. Soon the sound of her eager sucking as he pumped into the warm orifice echoed through the chamber.

Behind her Webb stared hungrily at the winking rosebud of her anus. He pulled a tube of muscle unguent from the shelf. His huge rod needed the lubrication and he loved the writhing when the heated burn of the salve filled a woman’s tight rear hole. Using his long fingers, he penetrated her, thrusting gobs of the lubricant deep inside her. Instantly she began to buck, but with one cock already in her pussy, one in her mouth and hands holding her down, she could do nothing. Webb spread her for a moment until he could wait no longer. He positioned the bulbous head of his cock at her anus and pushed in. As muscles gave way to a huge invader, she went nearly wild. He held her in place until he was fully seated and then began to thrust. Hot, hard, powerful thrusts deep into her ass, as Malcolm fucked her pussy in coordinated pumping. At her head Royce was nearly coming and as their Captain watched, his gaze hot and impatient, Royce spewed thick cum down her throat, bellowing as he pumped his cock deep into her throat. Dex shoved him aside and took his place, ramming his own turgid length into Star’s mouth even as she swallowed Royce’s copious load. Thicker than Royce, he watched as her mouth spread to take his width, her tongue flicking the rim of his pulsing dick.

Webb’s ass fucking was punishing. Malcolm’s dick deep in her womb filled her beyond imagining. After Malcolm had come hard into her channel, and Dex had shot his own wad down her throat, Webb, his cock still impaling her tight ass, pulled her up as Royce took his place beneath her. She was thrust down on his newly rigid rod without mercy and again the men took up fucking her.

Moments later Webb bucked his orgasm and filled her ass with hot, salty cum. Malcolm was now getting his own thorough blow job and so Dex, fingers full of the tingling medicant, shoved them into her ass quickly before replacing them with his own cock.

And so it went for hours. Four hard cocks penetrating Star’s every orifice. Hands spreading her, clutching her, holding her down to accept the men’s absolute, masterful fucking. Webb completed his dominance of her with a forearm deep fisting of her ass as Dex took a turn pummeling her cunt.

As the cabin’s lights dimmed for night sleep, the four men drew away from their navigator. The room was pungent with the scent of cum and sex and Star’s own cream. Cum covered her body, and dried in the corners of her mouth. The shiny unguent and cum mingled on her ass cheeks, the swollen, slick lips of her naked pussy peeked between her spread legs, and puddles of cum pooled beneath her, as the men stared in satisfaction. Dex pulled a warm-up blanket from a cabinet and regretfully covered the beautiful young woman.

Webb was palming his own cock as they trooped out of the room. Dex hit him in the shoulder.

“Let her sleep. We don’t put into port for another six months. There’s plenty of time for fucking.”

Dex spoke for them all as they exited the room.

“Suddenly, I’m not bored anymore.”

And the men turned the lights off, leaving Star naked, spread-eagle, and limp. Fucked senseless, she slept soundly, a broad smile on her well-used mouth, dreaming of months of constantly hard cocks filling all her holes.

Getting To Know Master D.

The first command was on a hot pink post-it. It made her smile to think of Derrick’s enthusiasm when she suggested that they might want to indulge in their often discussed Master and slave fantasies. But when she saw the instructions, her smile faded. And contemplating her orders made her incredibly hot. And wet.

Derrick had apparently been investigating the matter because the details were crystal clear.

“Slave - Procure the following items: clothespins, lightweight chain (5 feet), ping pong paddle, Ben Gay, ball gag, AstroGlide and butt plug. I will be home at 7. Be bathed, shaved, and naked in the bedroom with all of these items. Or you’ll be punished.”

Signed, Master D.

Clare’s breathing sped up as she pondered the list. They’d tried spanking and she was surprised to find it immensely arousing. The thought of being seriously paddled sent her into the stratosphere of arousal. After their talk, she’d Googled BDSM play and saw things that made her heart go pit-a-pat, and her pussy throbbed right along in time. That she was going to experience it for real had her dripping.

It was four pm and she’d just walked in to find the note. She grabbed her purse and ran out, desperate to comply and be prepared and waiting.

***

Derrick checked his watch and grinned. Clare got home at four. By now she’d be in a state trying to buy everything he’d demanded, and get ready, while her mind would be racing in anticipation of just what he had in store for her.

He’d wanted to explore her obvious submissive tendencies for a long time, but Clare had, until recently, been a fairly vanilla lover, rebuffing his more subtle attempts to draw her into D/s. He loved her more than life and had restrained his dominant urges for the first six months. She was worth it. Since he'd had misgivings about how their relationship could continue given his own nature, he’d been pleasantly thrilled when she brought up the subject one evening, after what he considered a tame spanking that had turned her quite, quite on. She’d fucked him like a wild-woman afterwards, thoroughly submissive throughout. Then she'd shared fantasies that he knew he could fulfill. But it wasn't until he found she’d visited BDSM sites that he raised the subject. He’d hoped it was going to be a turning point for them. He would make certain that it was.

***

The key in the front door almost sent Clare into an orgasm. She’d been sitting on the bed, naked and dying of anticipation for half an hour. She’d bathed, washed her hair, shaved her pussy clean and could not get over the feeling of being so extra naked. The items Derrick had demanded were spread out on the top of the bureau. And as she heard the footsteps, slow, measured, heavy, as Derrick came toward the bedroom, she realized that she was hotter than she had ever been in her life.

The door opened. She gasped as Derrick entered, having obviously changed from his work clothes to a pair of tight black denim pants, a pair of heavy motorcycle boots and nothing else. His expression was dark, dangerous and extremely erotic. He did not smile, nor did he give her his usual greeting.

His greeting was very different this time.

“Get on your knees, slave and get ready to suck my cock.”

A Black Friday Shopping Tale

I was standing half-naked in a dressing room at Macy’s when a complete stranger burst into the little cubicle.

“What the!” I leapt aside, grabbing my sweater and trying to hid the pertinent parts. The man turned and stared, his eyes wide, his expression frantic.

“Look, I’m not gonna hurt you, lady, but there are some bad guys on my tail…” He held up a finger and peeked out the sliding curtain.

“Shit!” He rushed to me and grabbed me by the elbows. My top fell on the floor and my bare boobs got up close and personal against his leather jacked. “Help me out of this jam and I’ll owe you.”

“Owe me? I don’t even know who you are!” Though I wasn't so sure I didn't want to get to know him. The brute strength in his arms, the great cleft in his chin and a really yummy manly scent were all secondary to his grungy Brad Pitt appearance. Which I normally would have not thought much of but somehow … well, in the flesh my "Brad" was pretty damn hot.

“I’ll explain later. I’m one of the good guys, OK?” And then he started dropping his pants.

“Whoa!” I jerked out of his arms but he paid me no attention at all. Instead, he pulled his pants off (commando – why was I not surprised?) and ran over to me.

“Quick, just pretend that we’re fucking…” and he pushed me down onto the plus bench and wiggled my skirt up past my thighs and started rutting around like a mad dog.

Except that he was particularly well-hung "dog", and he, well, let’s just say danger became the man. He was big, hard and pushing against my fairly well-starved little pussy. I forgot for a moment what was going on, but then a gruff growl outside my door reminded me.

“OK, buddy, but when I say you owe me, I mean, you owe me BIG TIME.” I hissed and clutched him in my arms, snuggling up against him.

“No problem. Now, can we get on with the distraction? I need them to think we’re just a horny couple …” And he started rubbing himself against me.

I spread my legs and wrapped them around his thighs. My skinny little thong got pushed out of the way and I felt flesh against flesh just as someone grabbed the curtain. His cock was big, thick, hard and despite the noise outside, all I could focus on was him against my wetness. Pushing, just a little, spreading me, just a little, and then….

The stranger slid in and the bad guys burst in and all I could scream was, “Oh my God! Oh my God!”

“Sorry,” was the last I heard from the bad guys as they turned and left the dressing room.

My stranger was still on top of me and he was grinning. I wonder why?

“Care to finish what we started, Ma'am?”

“Aren’t you worried about someone interrupting us?”

“Someone already did.” And he lunged forward, filling me up and no one ever noticed the groans from the dressing room amid the post-Thanksgiving melee.

That's when I decided shopping on Black Friday wasn’t so bad after all.

THE EXAMINATION - Part I

“But Doctor, I thought this was just a consultation?” I widened my eyes and stared innocently at Maverick. His expression remained cool, but an aroused heat burned in his eyes.

“Please don’t argue with me, Ms. Potter. Just strip and climb on the table so I can conduct a thorough examination. Trust me, I know what is best for my patients.” He turned, and grabbed a pair of gloves from the box and waited.

I pulled off the cotton dress I was wearing and stood in just my bra and thong. Maverick’s gaze studied me with seeming clinical disinterest.

“I’m not certain I approve of that underwear, Ms. Potter. Synthetic fabrics can be irritating to a woman’s soft tissues.” He nodded his head. “I’m definitely going to have to examine you thoroughly to make sure you have not suffered undue problems as a result of those. “

“But Doctor, I like the freedom of these very abbreviated underwear.”

“Ah, one of those women. You like to know your ass is free for the grabbing, eh? Pretty slutty of you.”

I just blushed. He looked stern.

“Then I’m going to have to order you to go without panties, in that case. “

“Yes, Doctor.” My meek manner satisfied him.

“Please remove the rest of your clothing and get up onto the table.”

I did as ordered under Maverick’s intense stare. I slid up onto the cool examination table, naked.

He looked me up and down, studying me dispassionately. He approached and reached out his gloved hands and squeezed my breasts. Repeatedly, with increasing strength, he squeezed them. Hard, then harder, until I began to squirm from the pressure he was exerting on my flesh.

“Sit still.”

I quivered beneath his touch as he gripped me hard. He squeezed, to the point of pain and beyond, watching me intently. I groaned but the pain turned into a deep, throbbing pleasure.

Then he moved to take my tight nipples between his fingers. Squeeze, release, then twist – ferociously hard. He pulled the nipples until I gasped. Then he stepped back.

“Lie down.”

I immediately did as he ordered, my breath coming faster, and my entire body now awake and yearning.

“Place your arms above your head.”

This was new, I thought, but I did as instructed. Immediately wrist cuffs were snapped around me, holding my hands taut over my head. I tugged, but there was no give, though the soft lining prevented the cuffs from chafing.

Maverick moved to the foot of the table and took hold of my legs, positioning them into the stirrups. The stirrups, too, had been “refined”. He fitted my thighs and tightened the straps that would hold my legs in them. Then he pulled the two ankle restraints up from the side of the table and hooked my ankles firmly. I was spread-eagled almost to the point of pain, but knew better than to complain.

“As I’ve indicated, I’ll need to complete a very thorough exam to make certain that your anatomy is in good working order. Given your unfortunate choice in undergarments, there are some additional tests I’ll be forced to run on you. I want to make sure you have not lost any degree of sensation.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Please remember that, Miss Potter. Disrespect annoys me greatly.”

“What are you going to do … Doctor?”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. Just answer any questions I place to you simply and immediately. I don’t want to have to re-do any part of this examination because you are imprecise.”

“Yes sir, Doctor.”

Strapped down as I was, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I heard various drawers open, and I heard the clank of metal objects, and an ominous, familiar jangle, and my mouth watered at the sound.

“Hmm. I’ll need to manipulate your clitoris in order to perform this next step. Please relax.” His fingers groped between the throbbing lips of my pussy until he found the tingling nub of my clit. He squeezed it, rolled it between his gloved fingers, until it hummed and I could feel it swelling.

“Excellent response. I’ll make a note of that. But the more sensitive nerves need to be tested as well. “ He reached for something out of my line of sight, and an instant later I felt the agonizing fire of a clit clamp being put on.

I couldn’t hold back a short scream and I panted to hold in a second.

“Now, Ms. Potter, really. Are you trying to tell me you can’t withstand a little discomfort?” He actually made a “tsking” noise and pulled the chart up in front of my face. “I’ll make a notation that you’ll need weekly treatments to toughen you up. You certainly don’t want to be so sensitive that your lover can’t gain his own satisfaction before you. You have to remember that you need to be able to prolong any orgasm until you have been given permission for release. Obviously we’ll need to work on that.”

“Yes, Doctor.” The words were ground out between clenched teeth, as the sharp, flaring pain evolved into a mere hot agony.

“I’ll leave that there for a few minutes. Upon releasing it, I’ll need to gauge the return of sensitivity.” He maneuvered himself back between my legs and settled himself on his stool. “The next process is a rather lengthy one. I feel compelled to order you to restrain any response to my examination, or I’ll have to begin again.”

“Yesss, Doctor.”

I immediately felt the cool wetness of lube. He slid one slick finger into my tight hole, worked it in and out and then proceeded to add a second finger, and then a third. His hands are big and his fingers long and thick and I was already on the verge. But I knew better than to give in to a release before I was given permission.

“Hmm. Your cunt seems quite tight. Ms. Potter, you don’t mind my using that word, do you? Cunt?”

“No, Doctor, not at all.”

“In fact, I expect it turns you on, doesn’t it? Hearing me talk about your cunt while I’m fingering you?” He probed more forcefully until I agreed.

“Yes, it does. It turns me on.”

“I suspected as much. Do you know, Ms. Potter, I have a theory that I’ve been investigating. That women who enjoy various of the more, shall we say, extreme forms of sexual activity, are frequently aroused merely by hearing language such as that. Perhaps we’ll try an experiment some day soon, Ms. Potter. I’d like to see if I could elicit a response from you simply by talking “dirty” as they say.”

“I’m going to move on to the next step in this procedure. You’re going to feel significantly more sensation. Please restrain any response until I give you the word.”

His fingers slid free of my vagina, with a sucking sound. And were instantly replaced by the thick, blunt head of a toy. He pushed it in, slowly, stretching me wide. Deeper and deeper he inserted it until I felt like I was being split apart. But still further it went.

“I considered using one of the smaller tools, but I suspect, Ms. Potter, that a woman as slutty as yourself has no doubt made considerable use of your cunt, so for this test I need maximum penetration. The 8 inch tool seemed inappropriate, so this is my largest, ten-inch tool. The thickness, of course, is two inches. It should do the trick for my purposes.”

I made the mistake of groaning – just once – and Maverick gave a quick shove with the dildo. Punishment, of course for not maintaining my silence.

Finally the monstrous thing was fully inside me and I felt stuffed full to the point of bursting. The sensation, coupled with the pounding of the blood in my still strangled clit was enough to push me right to the brink. I gritted my teeth and hung on for dear life, clenching my fists and hoping he would not push me further.

Faint hope, it turned out as suddenly the vibrating buzz started deep inside me.

“Oh….” Instantly my body’s response leapt up a notch and I could feel the juices pouring out of me as he ramped the vibrator, higher and higher. The sensation within me was all-consuming. My nipples tightened, my pussy wept, my cunt clenched and my clit throbbed. I could feel myself edging closer and closer to a huge orgasm and fought it with everything I had.

“I’ll keep this going at this level for a few minutes, and then I’ll conclude this portion of the testing….be prepared, Ms. Potter, when I give you the word, that you may release.”

Minutes! The agony notched higher and higher, the beautiful sweeping electricity coursing through my body as my entire focus dwelt on my cunt. Seconds ticked by as I nearly fainted with my effort. Longer and longer … he drew out the unbearable sensation until I thought I’d scream with wanting.

“Just another second…..three, two, NOW” and he whipped off the clit clamp and the searing explosion of pleasure/pain ripped through me on the back of an earth shattering orgasm that rocketed through me.

Gutteral grunts, screams, moans poured out of me and I writhed in a tidal wave of mind-boggling sensation. Every titanic clench of my cunt on the thick vibrator, the blood rushing into my clit, causing ripping, blinding flashes of pain that turned into a heated beauty deep in my body, until finally, eons later, the thunderous pounding and throbbing began to ebb and I began to breathe again – deeply, taking in oxygen and sighing in the aftermath.

I felt the giant tool being slid from my pussy and a slight wave of residual orgasm marched through me again, until then, at last, just a feeling of emptiness as I lay, sated, limp, across the examining table. The restraints were released though I couldn’t have moved a muscle, and I lay for several minutes as Maverick made “notes” on his “chart”.

“Excellent response. I can see that you have quite adequate self-control, Ms. Potter. I believe we can test that further to see how much it would take to make you lose that self-control.”

“Yes, Doctor.” My lips were dry, quivering, but I knew my orders.

“All right. Now then, for phase two of the examination….”