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All characters are over 18. This story takes place in 1989, before cellphones made it easier to call for help in a situation like this.

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I had just looked at my watch—three a.m.—when the limousine started following me.

I was walking up one of the city’s main thoroughfares, heading home after visiting with some friends. It had been a night of movies and cards and more than a few drinks. I was not stumbling as I walked but I was feeling no pain as they say. In hindsight, I wonder if my good judgement was impaired.

The street, which stretched far beyond the horizon, was nearly completely empty. There were no parked cars and very few passing by. The storefront windows mirrored the empty road. Steam rose from sewer grates and manholes. The night was cool and the lights of the city cast their glow on the heavy clouds above. It looked like it might rain anytime. I started walking a little faster to beat the downpour.

That was when a rare car passed by on the other side of the street, going in the opposite direction. I gave it a quick look: a shiny, black limousine. I briefly wondered what rich tycoon was still out on the town at this hour. No sooner had the car passed than I heard a screech of tires behind me. The limousine had taken a sudden U-turn and was now driving the wrong way up the street, straight toward me.

I pretended not to notice and kept walking, expecting the car to pass me by. It didn’t. I kept walking for a minute or two before turning back to see if it was still back there. It appeared the limo was driving on the wrong side of the road just to follow me. The headlights were off and the engine was very quiet. I turned eyes front and kept walking, again picking up the pace. It was still a good twenty minutes walk to back to my apartment. I was feeling quite intimidated, but instinct told me it was important to show no fear to my stalker. I put steel in my spine as I walked on. This went on for five minutes or so, though it felt considerably longer.

A police car passed by on the other side of the road and the car behind me stopped and played dead. To the police, a car parked facing the wrong way might be odd, but it probably didn’t seem worthy of investigation. I wondered if I should try to flag down the officers for help, but they were gone before the idea was fully formed.

With the risk of intervention passed, the car continued to follow me at a short distance, about one normal car length. Whenever I turned around to look, the streetlights illuminated the shining vehicle, but the man driving it, and its passengers, were completely hidden in the shadows.

I came up to a side street and briefly wondered if I could shake off my pursuers by turning off the main street. The variant route wouldn’t make my walk home any longer, but I discarded the idea because I feared that if they did follow me down that street it was even darker and more isolated. If they had malicious intent, I’d be giving them an easy opportunity to snatch me. I soon passed the side street, my mysterious stalkers still following at close distance.

That was when the sky opened.

It must have rained torrentially for about a minute before I noticed the car had finally pulled up alongside me. The back window lowered, exposing, of all things, a naked girl. At very least she was topless. Her face and boobs spilled out of the window. I stopped walking and strained to hear what she was saying; the rain muffled the sound.

“Do you want a ride?”

One of the first things we’re taught as children is not to get into cars with strangers, so I gave it some consideration. First factor, this car had been stalking me for the last several blocks. Second, there was a beautiful topless girl in the car. Third, it was raining furiously and I was soaked to the skin and freezing. Fourth, I had just been offered shelter from the rain. Fifth, did I mention the girl’s beautiful blonde locks and creamy tits? Seeing what was within the car amplified my discomfort at being outside in the downpour. The interior of the limo was inviting enough to cancel out my fear. I accepted her offer. I did mention my best judgement may have been impaired. Anyway, I walked toward the car and the back door opened. I took shelter from the storm without further hesitation.

“Hello, handsome,” purred the young woman who invited me in. There was enough light to see that she was stark naked. She had a pale, lithe athletic body. Her pubic hair confirmed she was a genuine blonde.

“Hey, sugar,” said another nude nymph emerging from the shadows. She was a beautiful black girl with booty and curves.

The girls both looked about twenty.

I was staring at them in open admiration until another voice spoke up.

“Glad we could help you out with a ride.”

I turned and faced him. He was black as well, perhaps twenty-five. He had a deep, commanding voice that carried well, even over the pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the limo. He looked to be powerfully built beneath his black business suit. His head was shaved and he had a goatee beard. bursa suriyeli escort escort He was very masculine and even to my disinterested male eye, handsome. He extended a hand and introduced himself.

I shook his hand. His grip was as powerful as I expected.

“I’m Leonard,” he said before gesturing at the white man sitting on the seat beside him. “This man is Martin.”

Martin gave me a curt nod. He was a large, good-looking, well-built man with green eyes and black hair. He also wore a black business suit.

Leonard continued the introductions. The blonde was Candy and the black girl was Pepper. For the first time, it dawned on me that the girls might be strippers or prostitutes, especially with names like those. It didn’t make a difference to my dick: they were both stunners.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said as Leonard gestured to the driver to drive on. Once more, the car did a U-turn and continued back the way it had originally been headed. We were headed away from my place.

“Oh, geez, that’s the wrong way.” I named the street I lived on.

“That’s okay,” Leonard said. “We’ll get you there eventually. In the meantime, we thought you might like to make better acquaintance with the girls.”

I was still worried about going in the wrong direction but the girls quickly used their sex appeal to convince me to stay. They had room for me on their seat, which faced Leonard and Martin. They pulled me in to sit between them.

“You must be so cold,” said Candy as she pulled my jacket off, throwing it on the floor. “Let’s get you out of these wet things.”

Before I knew it, both girls were running hands over me, untucking my shirt, undoing buttons, pulling off my shoes and socks. I realized that I was being systematically stripped with great efficiency but I felt helpless to resist. Together, the girls had me stripped to the waist. I finally tried to put up some resistance but the girls easily settled me. Pepper leaned into my face and began kissing me hotly, with a lot of tongue, while Candy tugged at my belt and unfastened my pants. Pepper joined her friend again and they pulled my pants off together. I was left in my underwear. The briefs strained to contain my squirming cock. The girls squealed at the sight, but I felt self-conscious about being nearly naked in front of four strangers.

Strangely I felt even more self-conscious because I was the only naked male, while two clothed men observed me.

“There! Isn’t that better?” Candy said. “I hate wearing clothes, so I hardly ever do!”

Pepper laughed and fondled my ass through my underwear. I felt both aroused and abused. My dick stirred. I noticed Martin’s green eyes staring at my burgeoning erection.

“Now,” Leonard said. “You’re in our car and we’re going to take you home. I promised you a ride and I’m going to deliver, but we’ll get to that.”

I detected a hint of menace in his words, but I couldn’t pinpoint the exact threat.

“Here’s the way it will work,” Leonard continued. “I’m going to set you two simple tasks and if you complete them, you can have either of the girls, or both the girls, before we drop you off.”

The girls squealed with delight, clearly not in disapproval of having their favours bartered off, but I listened in some little dread. I had allowed myself to be abducted. Now I was going to be asked to do something that might be against my will, or so it sounded to me. I continued to listen for any sign of hope. I feared the worst, that I might be killed. My near nakedness only worsened my circumstances and sapped my confidence.

“Don’t worry,” Leonard said. “We aren’t going to torture you or kill you or anything like that.” It was as if Leonard read my mind. “You’re not being held hostage, and no one’s looking to collect a ransom for you.”

I released a breath, at least partly relieved. There was a mini-bar built into the car. Leonard reached for a bottle and a glass. He poured me a Scotch.

“This will help you to warm up.”

In those days, I only drank beer, and I coughed on my first sip of the good stuff. He gave a little chuckle.

“Martin and I just want you to do us some favours before the girls do you some favours.”

Pepper whispered in my ear. “Do what he says, sugar.”

“We’re worth it, lover. Trust me and see,” Candy said.

Two beautiful naked women whispering and breathing into my ears while running their hands all over my body triggered my full boner. My cock-head was sticking out of my waistband.

Leonard continued. “All you have to do is suck me and let my friend, Martin, fuck you.”

“Is that all!”

“Haven’t you secretly wondered in the deepest part of your imagination what it would be like to have a dick in your mouth?” Candy whispered breathily in one ear while Pepper nibbled at the other one.

“No! I haven’t!”

“And in your ass? You have such a pretty bubble butt! Has anyone told you that before?”

“I’m not gay!”

“Really?” Leonard said. “You look pretty interested bursa ucuz escort in the idea from this perspective.” He pointed at my hard-on.

“That’s because of the girls!” I spoke defensively.

“Of course, it is. They have turned you on, incited your lust. They can do so even more.”

Pepper took the initiative, tugging at my waistband and releasing my bulging cock. Both girls fell on the cock as one, each licking their side of the shaft and sucking on the head. I closed my eyes as I was helplessly pleasured before witnesses.

“And that’s just a taste,” Leonard said, snapping his fingers. At his command, the pleasuring stopped and the girls both leaned back in their seats, grinning at my frustration. Given the circumstances and the stimulation, I was almost ready to nut. My need was now amplified many times over.

“You bastard,” I said under my breath.

“Come now,” Leonard said. “I will negotiate with you. We will not obligate you to fuck and suck for more than ten minutes. If after ten minutes you don’t want to continue, we will respect your decision and drive you home. It would, alas, mean no dalliance with the girls if you don’t finish the job, but at least you have an out. You have my word.”

I was so horny I could hardly be contained. I needed a woman now. Leonard had told me the only way I could get one.

“I’ll show you what you’ll be sucking,” Leonard said as he casually unzipped his pants and produced a penis that was on the large side of what I considered average. Martin followed suit, exposing his slightly larger dick.

I began to think I could do this if it meant I could dip my wick in Candy and Pepper. The girls were encouraging, whispering promises into both my ears and fondling me everywhere except my cock. I was hard for them and eager.

“Okay,” I said with a trace of shame and a note of desperation in my voice. “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?” Leonard teased.

The girls whispered at me to say it until I did. “I’ll suck your cock. I’ll let Martin fuck me.”

Candy and Pepper cheered. The rain on the roof seemed to stop, and then resumed as we passed under a bridge.

“Very well,” Leonard said. “You may begin.”

I slid off the seat and crawled past the steaming pile of my wet clothing over to where Leonard was. I was scared, but my cheerleaders bolstered me; the girls were on their knees on either side of me so that they could whisper in my ears and run their warm hands over my still-clammy body.

“You can do it, Sugar,” Pepper said.

“You know you want to,” Candy said.

I didn’t know that at all but this appeared to be the only way I would be able to cure my lust. First, quickly do the men and then a threesome with two beautiful women. That was the thought that kept me going. I hadn’t yet foreseen how difficult my task was.

I rose between Leonard’s legs. He raised his ass off the seat so he could pull his pants down a bit farther to give me better access to his tool. I’d have been lost without the girls whispered instructions and advice.

“Start with his nuts,” Candy said.

“Put his balls in your mouth one at a time and suck on them, but not too hard,” Pepper said.

I obeyed. Leonard’s dick and balls were perfectly sanitary, smelling only lightly of ordinary masculine secretions. The smell was kind of good, I had to admit. Leonard was already fully erect, so I didn’t have to touch his organ to access the testicles. I rolled one around in my mouth, oh so gently; knowing from experience the pain of having my balls kicked, I instinctively treated Leonard’s balls kindly. I licked his hairy balls and admitted that, so far, my first homosexual experience had not been unpleasant. As I worked, I looked out the top of my eyes at Leonard. He looked very pleased as I continued to treat his balls lovingly. I knew I would have to switch lanes and suck dick very soon.

I had forgotten Martin, but he hadn’t forgotten me. His dick was still out and now he slid off his seat and reared up behind me. I felt his hands on my ass. He grabbed the waistband of my underwear in each fist and pulled in opposite directions. In Martin’s powerful hands they tore like they were made of paper. My arse was fully exposed and I was entirely naked except for my watch.

Seeing my watch reminded me of Leonard’s condition: I had to survive this for ten minutes. Then I could quit or continue as I see fit, always bearing in mind that my decision would influence my chances with the girls. I marked the time. Twenty minutes past three o’clock.

“Yes,” Leonard said as he saw me eying my watch. “Ten minutes starts now.”

“Lick his shaft,” Pepper whispered in my ear and I turned my tongue to the task.

Behind me, I felt Martin’s hands on my ass as he positioned himself to penetrate me.

I had a heart-freezing thought. Stories were on the news all the time about the so-called gay epidemic called AIDS and concerns about its spread particularly among homosexuals. I voiced my concerns.

“You can’t come inside bursa üniversiteli escort me,” I said meekly.

“Duly noted,” Leonard said. Behind me, I heard Martin fiddling with a wrapper. “Martin has a rubber and I will not come in your mouth. Is that acceptable?” There might have been the thinnest note of desperation in his voice; I think my initial offerings at oral sex had wakened the need in him. I nodded that it was acceptable.

“Then get on that cock, boy,” Leonard said.

I obeyed, once more tonguing the side of his rod and licking at the underside.

That was the point when I felt something pushing into my butt-cheeks. Martin was using two fingers to apply a lubricant. I didn’t see any lube around earlier, so he must have had it in a jacket pocket. The jelly-like substance was cold between the buttocks. He gave a bit of special attention to my asshole, sliding those two fingers into my chute. My ass had never been stretched before. It both hurt and felt good. Then the hand was withdrawn from my crack. A few seconds later, Martin’s hands were firmly planted on my buttocks and I felt his cock pressing at my back door. Martin was gentle, but even the slow and inexorable advancement of his dick through my sphincter caused an alarming amount of pain. It was more than I expected. My cries were muffled by Leonard’s organ, but they were still audible.

“It’s okay, Baby. Push out like you’re taking a poop,” Candy said. At the time I thought it was funny she said ‘poop’ instead of ‘shit’, but I desperately followed her advice. I was willing to do anything to mitigate the discomfort. To my great relief, it worked. My ass opened up to admit Martin. He slid in slowly but determinedly and my ass seemed to fill in a way I’d never experienced before. There was a burning around my asshole and a tingling in my bowels. I moaned as I was impaled on that impressive cock and now that the penetration was complete, I was surprised to find myself enjoying the sensations rippling through my body.

“Keep sucking, baby,” Candy coached.

With the worst part of Martin’s invasion of my ass over, I was able to concentrate on giving Leonard his blowjob. I stopped licking the shaft and opened my mouth to take in the knob of his cock. I sucked on it gently and began to press my head further down his rod. I couldn’t get too far before my gag reflex kicked in. Of course, I had never given a blowjob and I only once received one from a former girlfriend. I tried to remember what I most enjoyed in how she blew me. I also tried to recall techniques I had seen in porn video rentals. I would have tried to jack his cock if I had a free hand, but with Martin thrusting behind me, I needed both hands on the floor just to keep from being knocked over.

Martin, with his cock up my ass, was as good as a puppeteer. He controlled the pace of our fucking and that set the pace for Leonard’s blowjob. My head rocked over his organ and I began to detect a slightly salty taste and some viscosity. I realized this must be pre-cum. I was surprised to find the flavour inoffensive. The fluid had the advantage of mixing with my saliva to lubricate my mouth for Leonard to fuck more easily.

I noticed I had not lost my hard-on. The girls noticed too.

“It’s okay to be turned on doing something gay. It doesn’t mean anything,” Candy whispered.

“It doesn’t mean you’re gay to have a hard-on with a cock in your ass,” Pepper declared.

“And a cock in your mouth,” Candy added. “Doesn’t make you gay at all, does it, lover?”

The girls giggled, but the men and I only grunted with our exertions. I would show those girls who was gay when I fulfilled my obligations on Martin and Leonard. Martin continued sawing in and out of my ass while Leonard thrusted himself up into my mouth.

I began thrusting my ass back at Martin. I wasn’t an athlete or anything, but I was surprised how physically demanding it was to be fucked this way. My arms and legs were already tiring.

I had stepped up my cocksucking game on Leonard in the last few minutes. I told myself I was doing my best to get them off sooner so I could have a crack at those willing nymphs, but if I’m honest, I was enjoying being spit-roasted by two powerful and virile men.

I looked at my watch. We reached eleven minutes. I could call this off any time I wanted, but I’d only get the girls if I saw it through and finished off Leonard and Martin.

“Lover, do you know you’re streaming pre-cum all over the floor?” Pepper asked.

“You must be pretty excited with what you’re doing, huh?” Candy asked.

I couldn’t deny I was pretty excited. I felt like a whore being fucked in the face and ass by two different strangers. I was taking Martin up to the hilt in my ass and taking Leonard as far back as my tonsils and I was surprised how complementary oral and anal sex felt. And all of this was happening in front of two beautiful naked women.

“Cock tastes good, doesn’t it, sugar? I eat some cum everyday,” Candy said.

“It’s good source of protein, baby,” Pepper added.

I felt Martin picking up the pace in my backside, and I adjusted my return thrusts accordingly. My cocksucking metre also reflected the increase of speed. I was soon being ass-fucked hard and fast while I bobbed over Leonard’s cock at a faster tempo. Soon, my instincts told me that they were both very close to coming and I myself felt very stimulated.

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