A Night Out with Naomi
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A Night Out with Naomi
It was going to be a special night, that much she had told me. Every time we went out, rare as it was, it ended up being a special night. We weren't in love, but we were good friends and confidants and we fucked. Oh, how we fuck. I was in Seattle on a personal trip, close to where I grew up, and as soon as I booked my tickets, I texted Naomi my dates.
"Three weeks out is plenty of time to plan" she replied.
Though I'd have no idea what to expect, I knew her line of thinking. We were synchronized in what we got off to, and like me, she had very few limits. She's athletic and slightly muscular but with a feminine body that men die for. Her legs, strong and her tits perky with pierced nipples. She knew exactly how to dress to flaunt her sexuality, but in a way that exudes elegance more than sluttiness. The sluttiness she could turn on in a heartbeat. I've seen her drop to her knees in back-alley puddles to strangers I've picked out for her. And conversely, I've done the same for her on more than one occasion.
I spent the day traveling and checking into my hotel. I met Naomi out front of a small bar she loved. It was an older brick building and had been a bar for quite some time and had a classiness and style to it hidden by the neighborhood. It was well off the beaten path for the typical bar-crawl crowd and the younger college aged crowd who can't hold their alcohol. No, walking into this bar, close to midnight, seemed to be more a movie set than a real bar. It was quiet with a lone saxophone player quietly playing in the corner. It was dimly lit like all classic bars are. Only a half dozen patrons remained, quietly chatting over cocktails and a few held cigars, the sign this was a private club and not for just anyone.
Naomi wore a beautiful black cowl neck dress. The loose neck line showed glimpses of her athletic curves and her shoulders easily flexed, open back from behind. I wore black as well.
We sat down and Naomi made easy conversation with the bartender. He greeted her and they bent over the mahogany bar and kissed. He smiled and shook my hand when Naomi introduced us. He was handsome and muscular for his age. His short-cropped greying hair and rudded face showed him at least to be in his late forties. He was sexy though; a gentlemen with a glint in his eye, not unlike Naomi's usual impish mischievousness.
I immediately liked him and I briefly wondered if Naomi had arranged for the two of us, the bartender and me, to fuck.
Without having to order, Frank pulls a bottle off the top shelf; a make of whisky I've never heard of, nor would I have considered ordering a shot for myself. He pours us both a large dram and winks as he tells us "cheers". Naomi and I toast and we drink. Our conversation is purely catching up as friends. We don't' need to flirt or be suggestive anymore. We know we'll fuck. We're both freaks. This was just the two of us drinking fine whisky, apparently on the house, and enjoying the atmosphere and me, enjoying Frank's subtle smirks and the occasional wink. No doubt him and Naomi have fucked. Probably on this same bar top.
Some time later, close to 1:00 am, I'm feeling the whisky. I feel good, light, full of life and just slurred enough to pay attention to my words. Coming back from the rest room I stand at the bar and stretch my legs, my hand on Naomi's bare back. Only four men are left in the bar, along with us and Frank.
I'm feeling light on my feet still when Frank comes back from locking the door. The saxophone player moved up to the bar with us and gentle jazz music is now playing from some subdued speakers around the bar.
Naomi stands and softly kisses me. Her tongue pushes into my mouth and I wrap my arms around her body. Her thin dress feels like nothing and I feel her heat radiating against me. I love putting on a little show in public, but I was unsure of this crowd. It was unusually small and intimate. Naomi broke our kiss and bit into my ear. Her tongue slipped out again and I had goosebumps; she knows I love my ears being licked like that.
"Now we're going to enjoy Frank's bar, baby"
I knew it! Frank's attitude toward me since we walked in, us drinking hundreds of dollars of fine whisky...this was why, and Naomi had set it up for us...
Frank came up, tossing his towel over his shoulder: "is there anything else I can get you two?"
Naomi said "Only your cock, and everybody else's, Frank. Eric here is thirsty..."
I knew enough to play along, and I wanted it. This, and any version of this, is a fantasy. I'm always game to suck and fuck any stranger that Naomi picks out for me. I pulled myself away from Naomi and turned towards Frank, expecting to kiss him now. Instead, Frank slapped me across the face. It stung, but didn't hurt. Surprised though, and combined with the whisky, I didn't react more than staring at him in surprise.
Frank grabbed both my wristed and pulled me toward him. I was half way pulled over the bar now, my toes barely touching the floor. Naomi put her hands on my shoulder: "Relax baby, we're having some fun." And again her tongue snaked into my ear. The goosebumps return and I relaxed my body, giving Frank the pliability he needed to handcuff my wrists to a rail on his side of the bar.
I was fully turned on and excited now, and even despite my debauched history with kink, I was still a bit nervous. Naomi was on Franks side of the bar now, and she bent down in front of me. I was draped enough over the bar that I was just above waist height, and even from this angle, Naomi exuded sexuality and mischief. She was proving to live up to her look.
She kissed me and told me tonight would be special. Anytime I visited, we made it a special night, but it was rare it was only between us.
I was ready for whatever Naomi and these men had planned for me.
Naomi stood next to Frank in front of me. She grabbed him for a deep passionate kiss and grabbed his cock, tenting through his slacks. I wanted it, and I knew on Naomi's schedule I'd suck it and probably be fucked by it...
Frank handed Naomi a small bottle and held a final sip of whisky for me to crane my neck and drink. I downed it, feeling quite tipsy and excited at this time. The drink, the endorphins, and the vulnerability were a euphoric concoction for me, priming me to slip into subspace.
Out came the bottle. Naomi shrugged her dress off, revealing her hard perky body, built for sex. Her piercings glinted in the low dim light of the bar. She dropped to her knees and looked deeply into my eyes, a delicious smile on her lips. She closed one nostril and inhaled the poppers deeply. I had never done them, but I knew the smell, and after a long inhale with one nostril, Naomi switched sides, never breaking eye contact with me.
She finished both sides and capped the bottle. I was waiting for her rush to hit but she stood up and put a heel on the bar. Her bare smooth pussy was next to my face and I knew what to do. As I craned my neck to taste her, she pulled my dress shirt out of my pants and gave me a heavy spank on my ass.
"He's yours, boys" Naomi announced.
Immediately I felt my belt being yanked undone and my pants tugged down over my ass. As soon as it was bare, I felt a second spank. The other men in the bar were about to begin working me over.
Naomi kneeled again in front of me.
"Your turn, baby" she whispered to me. She uncapped the poppers and held them up to my left nostril, her fingers gently closing my right.
"Breath them in, baby...and be a whore with me"
I had never done any substance or been altered in anyway besides drunk, and even that had been years now. But I knew what poppers did, and I've seen how they turn men and women into absolutely depraved sexual beasts. I wanted to join Naomi like this. I wanted to trust her to keep me safe and trust her to take me to the next level of depravity with her.
I inhaled.
I breathed as deeply and slowly as I could as strangers spanked and spat on my bare ass. Naomi smiled and held the bottle to my other nostril and I breathed again. She capped the bottle and watched me, staring into my eyes as I waited for the rush to hit. Only seconds later, it washed over me. I felt light as air, I nearly passed out as a sensation like warm water rushed over every cell in my body. I groaned and dropped my head, riding the euphoria. My whole body relaxed was nearly limp and I could only stare at Naomi's bare legs as she stood up. Her voice sounded almost muffled in my blissful euphoria as she announced: "Fuck this little whore good"
I was fully riding the rush with Naomi as a lubed cock shoved into my asshole. The poppers had done their magic and my hole was loose enough that I only felt pressure and heat and then, pleasure. My asshole felt detached from my body, my brain only registering that something was happening to it; like a dentist poking around in a lidocaine numbed patient.
When the stranger began thrusting in my ass, I was regaining semblance of self-control. All my brain registered was pleasure. I was being fucked raw by a stranger, tied over a bar with Naomi now on her knees sucking Frank's cock. Spit dripped off his cock and down her chin and onto her tits and dress.
The hammering on my ass was getting more intense and I was coming off the poppers. I let out a load guttural moan. Every time I get fucked up the ass, I wonder why its been so long since I've taken cock. I love it. I need it.
Naomi smiled over at me, cock in hand and slapping it against her cheek as she watched my face as the man behind me pulled my hips against his.
The cock was driving into me and the other men were spanking me and spreading my ass apart to watch my hole get abused. I grunted with every exhale, barely able to breath steadily.
"Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes"
I focused on Naomi slobbering on Frank's cock to give myself any sort of context to what was happening and where I was. She was dripping in her and Frank's spit and he was getting more aggressive with fucking her face. She was loving it and her dress was pulled up above her hips, she was busily playing with her clit while Frank used her mouth almost as hard as the stranger was using my asshole.
He held her head at his hip, his cock buried all the way in her throat. A long pause and she tapped his thigh. He pulled her off his cock and she gasped for breath. Frank bent down and spit into her dripping mouth and then held the poppers up to her. She greedily inhaled them, a broad smile across her face.
She was catching her breath as she hit the poppers and as they hit she was frantically pleaded with Frank "Eric too, he wants them too, give him the poppers!"
Frank held them up to me and with a fistful of my hair held me still enough to inhale deeply. Again, Naomi was right with me as I inhaled. She was covered in spit and precum and as soon as Frank took the bottle away she spat on my face and began licking.
The rush hit her full on right when Frank knelt behind her and plunged his cock into her asshole. She grabbed my head with both hands and let out a loud animal moan. I knew the moan, and I knew it was anal. Her body didn't tense up, the poppers working on her just as they had on me.
The pounding on my ass continued and the second rush of euphoria hit me. The room was nearly spinning and my head was like helium as Naomi dug her nails into my scalp and neck as she took Frank's cock from behind. We were grunting and moaning into each other's ears, obscene nasty and amazing things. The first man pulled out of my asshole, leaving me empty only for a second as a second man slid all the way in. I was just conscious enough to moan "breed me, breed me, breed me" to the men behind me.
The men kept slapping my ass and spitting all over my back and my hole. Their collective precum and spit was lube. Eventually I felt that second man fucking me get more staccato with his thrusting. He was emptying himself into my ass and I felt the warm flood of cum deep in me. He kept thrusting another few times before pulling out. I felt a drop or two of cum slide out of my puffy pink hole. The men cheered and called me a nasty cum rag and a third man shoved his cock in me, my asshole now slick with all these men's fluids dripping out of it. I cheered the new man on, begging him to breed me like the whore I was.
Naomi for her part was taking Frank's cock in her ass like the good girl she is. Frank was spanking her ass red as he fucked it. As she was getting pounded she found the coordination to undo my handcuffs. Between the whiskey, poppers and the ass-fucking I didn't even feel the cuffs on my wrists until suddenly I slumped back over towards the men gang-fucking me on their side of the bar. I watched Naomi smiling a far away smile as she was still altered and getting pounded.
The men carried me over to a table and my body was limp from the sensory overloads. A man lay down first and I impaled myself on his cock, but another man quickly grabbed my neck from behind and pulled me back so I was laying on top of him, cock in ass and my mouth open at waist level across the table. Immediately my mouth was full of cock. The men not in my ass were spitting on my face and in my mouth as I gasped and gagged on their cocks, each taking turns.
Then a man shouted out to Frank "Poppers! Get this fuckpig more!"
Naomi and Frank uncoupled themselves and staggered over to us. Naomi, her mascara running down her face and her hair a mess, looking like a beautiful fucked angel pulled me more upright by my hair. The men fucking my mouth would wait.
In a loud, almost theatric voice, Naomi asked me: "Does the little fucking whore want more?"
I mumbled a yes.
"She slapped me and spit on me: "Does the little fucking whore want more!" She asked again, louder.
"This little fucking whore NEEDS more!" I groaned in desperation.
She held the bottle up to my nostrils and repeated the process but this time looking at the men and obscenely kissing them, her tongue licking their faces as much as it was in their mouths.
"You're going to get DP'd, bitch" she announced as she twisted the cap back on.
As soon as she said that, Frank lined his cock up with my ass, already full of the man I was laying on, draped over the table. The rush of the poppers and Frank's cock hit me at the same time. My asshole felt like it would split, but only for an instant as the now familiar and intoxicating rush slid over my body, and instead of pain and pressure, I felt warmth and fullness and pleasure from two cocks now buried in my asshole.
I was only semi-coherent now. I was light headed, dizzy, a bit drunk, deep in subspace. I couldn't see anything from the spit and saliva on my face and the thighs against me as cocks were shoved in my mouth. My head was upside down and I was powerless to do anything except to be used and hold on for the ride. I couldn't put words together and couldn't speak them even if I could. I grunted with each thrust. Frank was taking the lead, pounding me like he pounded Naomi's asshole, and the first cock in me held me as an anchor against the onslaught.
I was delirious in this state for I don't know how long. At some point each man took his turn on my ass and several had loaded me with their hot cum. It was dripping and frothing out of my puffy used asshole and onto whoever's cock was on the bottom. Naomi took her turn sucking the men's cocks as they waited their turn on my ass. She was on her knees next to me and her tits and stomach were a sheen of precum and everyone's spit. They were spitting on her face and her tits, and her own saliva was dripping over herself. She was gorgeous.
Eventually only one more man, a stranger who's face I had never seen before, was left to cum. Naomi recognized an opportunity. She had him slow down and pull out, much to my disappointment. I had 5 or 6 loads in my ass already and I needed more. At that point, in my altered state and subspace, there was no such thing as enough cum for me.
Naomi crawled over towards my asshole where the man was waiting, cock in hand about to jizz. He was patient as she slid four fingers into my ass and scooped out a few loads worth of cum. She began fisting my cock with all that slime while she began to throat the last man. He grabbed her hair and only a few seconds later he was grunting as he unloaded into her mouth. Finally she pulled off his cock with a mouthful. She spat it onto my cock.
Now I had several loads of cum and a lot of spit on my cock. Naomi's slimy hand let my cock and she slapped my face, crawling over the table to straddle me. She hovered above me and she was a fucking mess. Running make up, crazy hair, puffy lips from being face fucked, and cum dripping from her lips, and a giant smile. She licked me, from chin to nose. My face was equally messy and we shared everyone's taste. She spat in my mouth and then began sucking my tongue. I grabbed her hair and pulled her against me. Her wet filthy body against mine. She reached back and lined my cum-slimy cock with her pussy, and impaled herself on me. I groaned, finally feeling pleasure from my cock and not my abused asshole.
The men cheered as Naomi and I fucked. They were lounging back now, deflated spent cocks. Some men had cum twice, and once Frank was done using the two of us, began pouring some drinks for the other men.
Naomi slammed her pussy on my cock. Cum was everywhere. In her pussy now, on my cock, and coating our hips. We each only lasted a minute at most. Her body tensed and shuddered and I wrapped my arms around her waist and held myself as deep into her cunt as I could. We both moaned and grunted as I emptied my cock into her.
Exhausted, she slowly pulled herself off of me. She reached down and fingered the cum, mine and whoever else's out of her cunt. She again smeared it over my face and the put four fingers in my mouth for me to suck clean. When I was done, she sucked what was left. We were exhausted, mentally, emotionally, physically.
Frank helped pull me up right into a seated position on the table and him and I helped Naomi up, who cuddled up to and slumped against me. Frank handed us each a dram of that same fine whiskey.
He raised his glass and toasted to us, and the other men raised what they were drinking:
"To the cities best whores, and their assholes!"