Putrid Sex Stories

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Putrid Sex Stories



I worked for the city's water authority in customer
service. My job was to answer questions about
billing and scheduling service calls for blue-
marking waterlines for construction companies or
citizens who needed the service.

In short, at 25 I was board out of my mind. You
know, numb with boredom, no direction, no special
skills, condemned to a lifetime to tedious jobs and
no fun in life. And worst of all I was still living
with my parents.

Then one day all that changed.

I'd grown up in a normal household with normal
expectations with all the hopes and dreams that any
girl might expect to have. But as the years
progressed I found that one after the other, my
dreams began to go stale and my hopes were dashed.

Looking back at it all I now realize that I was
being childish and self-centered. But I guess
sometimes we have to experience really bad things
to understand how good we have it. The fact that I
brought on myself what happened to me makes the
stupidity even worse.

I met Steve on the phone. He called in to check on
his billing. Right away I knew he was different
that the run of the mill customer. His voice was
boomingly loud and dripping with masculine
confidence. He also had this way of making a person
seem like they were the most important person in
the world.

By the time I had gone over his bill and discovered
where the problem lay, I had agreed to go out on a
date with him Saturday night.

When I met Steve in person I wasn't disappointed.
Although he dressed kind of like a cross between a
Goth and a Punk, all in black, and he had a shaved
bald head, he was still very handsome and I was
excited to be his focus of attention.

We made love that first night. I didn't stay
overnight, but we had great sex and multiple times
before I finally pulled myself together and had him
drive me home around 3 o'clock Sunday morning.

Steve called me at about 8 o'clock, waking me up,
and asked to take me out to a club he knew that
evening. I don't normally party on Sundays because
of work the next day. But as I stated at the
beginning of my narrative, I was bored out of my
skull with my life, so I agreed with his suggestion
instantly.

The club he took me to that evening was the
strangest place I'd ever seen. As his clothing had
indicated when I first met Steve, he turned out to
be a Goth in both lifestyle and inclination. I'd
never paid much attention to that side of society
before, but I was finding its appeal by Steve's
side.

Most of his friends were into this fatalistic
vision of the future. Never expect good things to
happen and you won't be disappointed. Never trust
the establishment and remain free. And above all
else, don't worry about tomorrow, because it may
never come.

This club, if that's what you could call it, was
nothing more than a big room with ragged old
couches and bench style car seats placed around the
room haphazardly with a big open space in the
middle. The middle space was apparently for
dancing, at least that was what was going on when
we arrived.

There was a kitchen off the main room that served
sandwiches and beer, and several restrooms, and
that was pretty much the whole thing. I wasn't sure
why anyone would want to come there, it seemed like
a real dump. But I was with my hunky Steve so it
didn't really matter to me.

That first time we drank beer and eat sandwiches
and Steve introduced me to his friends and when the
night was over and he was dropping me off at home I
realized that I'd had a ton of fun. I had been on
an "excitement" high all night. Meeting new people
and flirting with guys and having them flirt with
me. It was some evening, not boring that was for
sure.

After that Steve and I became a couple at the club
and in the Goth community at large. I dyed my hear
jet-black and started wearing black clothing. I
even pierced my tongue, although I got a lot of
flack at work and my parents weren't very
supportive of my changed appearance.

About a month or so into my new life something
happened that changed Steve's and my relationship.
We'd been hanging at the club for several hours
when June and Bob, (friend's of ours who were
sitting next to us) began kissing each other
passionately.

This type of thing went on all over the place. It
was sort of one of those things were, to flaunt
convention people tried to shock other people, only
so many things that flaunted convention were done
so often that they didn't shock anyone. As a
matter-of-fact they were just entertainment for
everyone.

Then as I watched Bob kissing June, and as they
slid to the floor I realized that Bob was tugging
at June's Levis, trying to unbutton them. I was
shocked.

I didn't move, but sat there like a stone as Bob
succeeded in undoing June's pants and began tugging
them down her legs. I did jump when I felt Steve's
fingers begin to rub gentle circled round a nipple
through the material of my shirt. He'd had his arm
draped over my shoulder when this all started and
it seemed almost natural that his hand had moved a
shade lower and began to massage my breast.

My eyes widened when I saw Bob frantically tugging
at his pants. To see his stiff weenie jump out into
the open was an exciting surprise, it looked so
urgent and all shiny.

I didn't get to see it very long though because he
positioned himself over June and plunged in between
her wide-spread legs and began to immediately
thrust in and out of her.

There they were at our feet, humping at each other
like rutting animals. They were making moaning and
grunting noises and occasionally would brush
against my foot as they wailed away at each other.

To my amazement several other couples slumped to
the floor and were soon fucking each other with the
same abandon as Bob and June. This was so exciting,
I'd only had sex a few times before Steve and
always in private and usually with someone who had
as many hang-ups as I did.

This exhibitionist sex was something entirely new
to me, I'd never even imagined something like this
before.

But before long I was laying flat on my back with
Steve fucking my brains out. I don't know quite how
it all happened, it's still a little hazy to me.
But I do remember Steve's groan of pleasure as he
sank into me and the feeling of absolute freedom as
he began to thrust in and out of me.

I also remember that I wanted to give everyone a
show, that it wildly turned me on to act like a
insatiable slut for all to see. I enjoyed the
feeling more than I can say and played the scene to
the maximum.

Later I was told by several friends that I looked
so hot getting fucked, that several of Steve's
buddies asked me to come home with them. I was
flattered, but of course I turned them down. Even
if I had enjoyed the lewd show I'd given, I wasn't
really a slut.

Then the every next evening when we entered the
club and one of our friends propositioned me and
I'd smiled and turned him down, I got a real shock.
Steve suggested that I have sex with our friend,
that it was okay with him.

I admit that I was hoping to relive the night
before. That all I'd thought about during work all
day was what Steve and I would do in front of
strangers and everyone. But I hadn't even given
consideration about doing something so intimate
with anyone but Steve.

But Steve insisted. He said that he would love to
watch Shane (our friend's name) and I go at it. He
said that he knew I was the sexiest female in the
place and it would be a real charge for him to see
me in all my glory.

I wasn't sure about this. But I was horny as hell.
I'd been anticipating sex in public all day and I'd
been wet and squishy all day.

So when Shane pulled me to him and planted a big
french-kiss on me I didn't pull away. I thought
about pulling away, but I fought the impulse and
let him do whatever he wanted.

And what Shane wanted, was to fuck me. And I let
him. It was almost like one of the slow motion
replays. Everything was crystal clear, every detail
was burned into my memory.

I let Shane lower me to a cushion that had been
placed in the middle of the room, then I watched as
he pulled my pants off. As he stood over me and
undressed I watched fascinated by his body. It was
different than Steve's, smaller and more defined, I
could see every muscle ripple as he moved.

Then he was kneeling between my legs and when he
brought his mouth to my pussy I shrieked in
surprise and soon pleasure as he went to town on
me. Shane spent the longest time eating me in every
sense of the word. I could tell that he enjoyed it
and that only increased my pleasure.

Soon I was writhing on the cushion while Shane's
head bobbed up and down between my legs. Then in
the background I began to hear voices chanting
softly, "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her."

The voices became louder and I looked over at Steve
to she his reaction. My eyes widened in surprise
when I saw Steve sitting with his arm around a girl
I didn't know, with one hand draped over her
shoulder fingering her nipple. Although I couldn't
hear him I could tell that he was urging me on, his
lips were forming to words, I knew he was urging
Shane to fuck me.

Then I was jerked to the moment when I felt Shane's
stiff cock bottom out in me in one thrust. It
wasn't uncomfortable to be entered in one thrust
like that. In fact it was heavenly. I'd been
anticipating this all day and to finally be filled
with a big stiff dick was wonderful.

Shane began to thrust in and out of me to the
rhythm of the crowd's, "Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck
her," chant. It was so perverted, so lewd, so
exciting that I came right away.

As I clung to Shane's heaving body I couldn't help
myself, I screamed, "EEEEEYESSS!! FUCK ME!!!" And
my body spasmed and I hugged him tightly pushing
him deeper into me until I felt him pulsing into
me. He was so excited that I could actually feel
the first spurt of his hot cum as he jetted into me
hitting my insides with his molten lava.

Shane continued to thrust into me for the longest
time. For so long in fact that I was on the verge
of another orgasm as he stopped and pulled out of
me.

I lay there devastated and rolled up into the fetal
position and began to moan, "No, no, don't stop, oh
gawd, I need it, so bad, oh gawd." I reached down
between my legs to rub myself off, not caring what
I looked like to the others in the room.

But just as I was about to cum, my hand was held in
a strong grip and I opened my eyes to see another
friend of Steve's hovering over me naked. I didn't
care that I didn't really know Jon. All I saw in
that moment was ready dick pointing proudly out
from his body. I opened my arms and legs to him and
groaned in satisfaction as I felt him slide home.

In moments my body was jerking and thrusting up at
Jon taking him as deeply as I could, feeling the
wonderful sexual surges blasting through my body,
sating my terrible need with each spasm.

Finally my intense joy was over and my body was
spent. But just as I was ready to protest at Jon's
continued thrusts I realized that deep down inside
me he was rekindling another orgasm for me. I
couldn't believe it.

But it was true. Jon continued to thrust into me
like a machine, never breaking his stride, until my
third orgasm was rushing through my exhausted body.
Then he hugged my tight and released his need into
me grunting with each deep thrust, showing his
pleasure as he emptied himself.

I lay there totally whacked out as a naked Steve
came up to me and helped me to my feet. Steve
hadn't just been a passive watcher, he'd fucked the
new girl while I was getting my final orgasm of the
night.

*

Anyway, that was when things started to get out of
hand. That's when I started to regularly go with
other men. Steve encouraged me, almost insisted
that I please his friends and acquaintances. I
couldn't seem to stop either, so I have to take
much of the blame for what ultimate happened.

As it turns out our little "club" started to turn
into a "sex" club. That was pretty much what was
happening there every night now. Someone was always
edging up the "bar in lewdness" and daring. It was
common place to sit back and watch a girl get
gangbanged, or a guy for that matter.

But the night Steve dared me to try out "restraint
sex" was the night I should have drawn the line.
But I didn't.

What Steve had decided was that (if I accepted the
dare) I would be tied to a table and gagged and
blindfolded and offered to any man or woman who
wished to partake.

It sounded so strange and totally perverted that it
appealed to me. You have to understand, by this
time almost any sex act had become pretty mundane
to me. I'd had sex with multiple men and even women
out in the center of the room for all to see, many
times now.

After living this kind of life style for almost 6
months, something like offering my body to anyone
who wanted it and not being able to refuse was
exciting at some animal level.

Not thinking it through, I agreed to do it on
Saturday night. The word got out and Friday when
Steve and I came to the club I was getting all
these speculative glances from everybody. I
realized that I'd topped everyone, no one had the
guts to perform like I was going to. It made me wet
when I thought about not being able to choose my
sex partners or stop them from doing whatever they
wanted to me.

Then Saturday night came and Steve and I walked
into the club to low slow music and a huge crowd of
people. I knew many of them but there were quite a
few that I'd never seen before.

Looking back I should have placed some kind of
limits on this, but hindsight is always 20/20. I
didn't, and I wish I had.

There was a bench style table in the middle of the
room and I kept glancing over at it while Steve and
I had a couple of beers and chatted with a group of
friends. About 8 o'clock Steve suggested that we
start.

I of course had been ready for days. I hadn't had
sex with Steve, or anyone else for that matter for
a couple of days. I wanted to enjoy the
anticipation and I had. Now the moment of truth was
here and I was more excited than ever before.

I looked around the room as I undressed and
wondered which of these many people would be a sex
partner to me tonight. It was incredible that I was
doing this, I almost couldn't believe it.

Then as I dropped my pants and climbed up on the
table, totally naked and the restraints were
fastened and as the gag and blindfold were put in
place I realized something. I was afraid. What had
I done? How could I have agreed to this?

Up until this moment I hadn't given any thought to
disease, or for that matter how many partners I
might be expected to accept. I twisted in my bonds
trying to pull loose, I wanted to make sure that I
told Steve that there had to be some kind of limit.

But I couldn't pull myself free and then I felt my
first lover between my legs. He didn't enter me
right away, and to my pleasant surprise I felt a
tongue licking at my pussy. It was exciting not
knowing if it was a man or a woman doing this to
me, or who it might be. It could be anyone, someone
I'd never even seen before.

Involuntarily my body jumped in rhythm with
whomever's tongue it was working on me. I soon gave
a muffled moan as I orgasmed on that tongue. That
was unusual for me to get off being eaten, but I
was so aroused that I think a finger could have
done the job.

As I shivered and shook I finally found out the
gender of my cunt liker as his prick thrust home
and he began to fuck me fast and ferrous.

He didn't last very long and I could feel his hard
belly slapping against mine as his body jerked in
ecstasy as he unloaded himself in me.

I was panting into my gag. Whoever that had been,
he'd been good, really good, and I was ready for
more. Just the knowledge that so many people were
watching all this kept me at a peak.

I've always been proud of my body and to show it
off like this, and to get great sex to boot was
just so hot. I shivered as I felt another body
climb on top of me. To my surprise I felt a tongue
at my pussy again.

Wow, someone was going to eat a creamy?! My creamy!
And then I was writhing under the attention of my
new lover as he or she began to send me skyward
again. Then just before I was ready to cum my
assailant pulled away and repositioned their body
so that my head was between their thighs.

Soon I realized that this time I was with a woman.
As I felt a hot and juicy cunt descend onto my chin
and a mouth covering my pussy again I realized that
we must he in a 69 with each other.

I tried my best under the circumstances to give as
good as I was getting, but all I could really do
was thrust my chin between her nether lips using
the same rhythm she was on my pussy.

I must have done okay, because suddenly I felt
moisture spreading down my chin and then my neck as
the body above me shivered and her thighs squeezed
my head between them.

Then after the longest time my lover climbed off me
and another took her place. This time it was a man.
I could tell because he just climbed on top of me
and stuck it in and started humping.

I felt like a rag doll, you know, like one of those
blowup dolls that porn shops sell, as he fucked
away. He didn't last very long and came with
heaving thrusts. At least he enjoyed himself.

My next lover was much more sensitive and caring,
and experimental as it turned out. I found out soon
enough that it was another guy, but wasn't sure
when he started out by licking out my previous
partner's cum from my cunt.

At first I was amazed, most men wouldn't do
something like that, but before he made me cum, I
was clean as a whistle, and then of course he
emptied himself in to me for my next lover to take
care of.

Only my next lover was another slam bang fucker who
just climbed up on top of me and fucked me until he
emptied himself.

Then my next partner did the same, he just fucked
me until he came and then after a while he started
pumping again until he came again. I thought he
might hang around for a third go but apparently
others wanted their turns.

I can't tell you how many people used my body that
day. I lost count after 30, I lost consciousness
after what seemed like hours. I woke up in the
hospital and wasn't released for 5 days. The
surgery had taken my ovaries, and I had to have 25
stitches to repair my torn labia.

About a month after getting out of the hospital I
finally stopped by the club to see why Steve had
never called me. He was there with another girl,
and the table was still in the middle of the room,
and it looked like it was getting regular use.

Steve looked over at me and with hooded eyes he
smiled and I watched at his hand dropped down to
the girl's breast and a finger circled her nipple.
She looked at me and I could see myself in her, and
I didn't like what I saw.

I turned around and headed out of that place and
haven't been back since. I have a new boyfriend who
loves me even though we can't have kids. And I've
even pulled my life back together.

One thing's for sure, I am pretty happy to lead a
"boring" lifestyle again. I'll never have to wonder
about what it would be like to live in the fast
lane again, and I'll always
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