Charles Smythe's Adult Stories

Do What You’ve Gotta Do

Part-1-of-3

The Dilemma

.

.

(more…)

Fantasy Goes Wrong

Part-1-of-4

.

I’m Mike, a 45-year-old reporter for a newspaper in a Southern Texas city of 45,000 people. I’ve been with the same paper for 23-years and have established myself a solid reputation as hard-nosed investigative journalist who worked his way through the ranks from sports writer to senior news reporter. I’ve ruffled some feathers in our town with my reporting and columns. My wife of 21-years, Samantha, is a looker at 43. Her 5-foot-4, 125-pound body, short brown hair, perfect ass and youthful looks make her look 10 to 15-years younger. She loves it when she has to show her ID to a male behind the counter at out-of-state nightclubs, giving him a good view of what a hot mom looks like. Our 2-daughters attend college in another part of the state, so that gives Samantha and me plenty of time to do more things together, and that includes doing more sexually.
.
In the past year, I’ve noticed Samantha has been spending more time on the computer. I looked at the browser history after she was on the computer for what seemed to be hours, and discovered what she had been reading: Literotica.com. It seems the stories she read the most were under the Non-consent/Reluctance category. It seems so out of character for Samantha, a nurse with a conservative upbringing, to be turned on by stories of women who allowed themselves to be ravished by men. Then again, it may just be that she’s hitting a peak in her sexual drive; I sure don’t want to be the one holding her back. She had been acting more submissive, as if she wanted someone to forcibly hold her down and fuck her. She enjoyed being called by a nickname, ‘Sammy,’ when she takes on a more sexual persona. ‘Sammy’ can be quite the naughty woman, giving great lap dances and blowjobs before allowing my out-of-shape self to drive my cock inside her.
.
After seeing what she was interested in, I came up with the bright idea to surprise Samantha with a non-consent fantasy one Saturday night. I was in the living room when she came out of the bedroom wearing the green stripper g-string bikini Id bought for her 6-years ago during a visit to an out-of-state strip club. That set everything in motion for me to act: I sneaked up behind her, pretending I had a gun. I ordered her to stand still while I cuffed her wrists behind her back with padded handcuffs. She played along, probably wondering what my next move would be. I ordered her to not say a word, and then I blindfolded her. I walked her to my car, opened one of the back seat doors and guided her into the back seat. I demanded that she lay down so no one would see a blindfolded woman in a tiny bikini sitting in the back of my car. I got into the driver’s side, started the car and backed it out of the driveway. Days earlier, I had scouted the area near our subdivision home and found an old abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. It had been abandoned years earlier and was so secluded that I could take Sammy and force her to things for my pleasure with fear of being disturbed. It sat on a large tract of land surrounded by a chain link fence. However, the property was easily accessible because there was no gate.
.
I drove Samantha around for about 10-minutes, before finally driving into the gin property and parking the car in a thicket next to the building so no could see it. It was about 10 p.m. and there was a slight breeze in the warm August evening. Not saying a word, I reached for Samantha’s cuff hands and pulled for her to get out of the back seat. Still blindfolded, she walked as I led her into the dusty insides of the building. In the back corner of the gin was a mattress I found near the gin, apparently someone threw it out along with other junk. Samantha acted as if she was struggling to break free, but didn’t give much of a resistance. It was a sign she was playing along with the fantasy.
.
“I’ve been watching you, Sammy,” I said to her in a gruff voice. “You have been such a cock tease. I’ve been wanting you for so long, and now I have you where I want you.”
.
I freed her hands from the cuffs and forced her to kneel on the mattress. I stood in front of her, my cock pressing against the front of my jeans. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my thick, 6-inch cock, and gave her the orders. “I want you to suck my dick, Sammy,” I ordered her. “Suck it good or else…”
.
Samantha, still blindfolded, responded by licking up and down my cock with her tongue, even going down to tease my balls. She then pulled her head back and opened her lips to take in the head my dick. After playing with that for a minute, she opened her mouth and slowly took my cock into her warm mouth. Her head began bobbing as the pace of her sucking increased. Man, what a feeling, I thought. She’s so good. It’s taken Samantha years to perfect the art of oral sex. “Keep sucking it, baby,” I growled at her, putting my right hand on the back of her head to force her down onto my shaft. “You like sucking cock, don’t you, Sammy?”
.
She pulled out long enough to respond. “Yes, I love sucking cock,” she replied. She sucked a few more seconds before saying, “Please, don’t make me suck anymore. I’ll do anything you want. Please?”
.
I didn’t give it a second thought. “Keep sucking, honey,” I said. “You’re not going to…” then suddenly, a door about a dozen feet behind Samantha swung open, and 5-young white males came storming out. I had no idea there were others in the building. I didn’t see any other vehicles around the building when I pulled up. I pulled my cock out of Samantha’s mouth, but 2-of the men grabbed me and pined my arms behind my back. When I tried to fight off the guys holding me, a third moved towards me. (more…)

A Teenager’s Property

Part-4-of-5

.

.

Embarrassed, I laid on the table with my legs hanging onto the floor. Matt pulled off my shorts. Rudy set a bowl of hot water a razor and shaving cream on the table. Grabbing my ankles, Matt and Rudy pulling my legs wider apart.
.
The bidder walked up to me and casually pulled my pussy lips apart as he surveyed the job. First he cut my curly hairs away with scissors and then he lathered me up and started shaving each lip. The more he touched me, the wetter my pussy got. After he’d finished shaving my pussy clean, they lifted by legs and he shaved around my ass hole. By the time he was finished, I was completely clean-shaven below my waist. (more…)

A Teenager’s Property

Part-1-of-5

.
.

I think back on this year and I still can’t understand how I got into this situation. My life has changed so dramatically I do not know who I am anymore. To tell my story I need to go back to last summer.
.
In February of 2003 my marriage of 21-years was over. My husband, Tom and his little bitch of a secretary were happily in love, even though he was 44 and she was 21. He wined and dined her and took her on vacations to Jamaica, Spain and France.
.
Our divorce settlement allowed me to keep the house and to get enough alimony that I could work when I wanted to but I could get by without working. Our one son, John was finishing his last year at University of Southern California and would be moving to work for Boeing in Seattle
.
At 39, I was divorced, alone and living in our house in Sunnyvale, California. My good friend Carla taunted me with her new single life and continually told me how her single life had improved when she lost weight. I was so alone and feeling sorry for myself so I decided to splurge on a gym membership and do the same. I wasn’t but a few pounds over weight, so it mostly a matter of toning up. My hips and waist took on a good mature shape and my voluptuous 34C were really sticking out. The gym was a success and for the first time in a long time I noticed men checking me out a second time as I walked by. I was now a 140 lb, 39-year old, 5-foot 8-inch tall lady, with new curves that seemed to appeal to the guys. I kept my natural auburn hair color.

.

(more…)

She Liked It

Part-1-of-2

.

.

It was high school graduation weekend. Our next-door neighbors were out of town and their college age son threw a party for some of his high school friends that were graduating. There were several cars parked in front of the house and about 11:00 it sounded like the party was in full swing, lots of music and beer cans of course. The party rocked on and about 12:30 my wife, Jana was a little frustrated because she wanted to get some sleep and the music and sounds were just too loud. Although she was a full time high school math teacher, Jana worked part time in a small department store. So besides the noise, she recognized a couple of guys that she’d turned in to the police for shoplifting from the store where she worked. They were troublemakers so she was going to go over to get them to be quiet or better yet leave.

(more…)

Surprise Stripper

Part-1-of-2

The Bachelor Party

.
.

My friend Mario got his girlfriend pregnant and had to marry her. At the last minute, some of his friends threw together a bachelor party at Mario’s mom’s house while she was out of town. Being a teenager himself, Mario still lived at home. Mario lived on my block, and his mom and my mom are friends, so I hang out with Mario, even though he is a little older than me.
.
I had no trouble sneaking out of the house to go to the party, because my dad was out of town, my brother and sister were staying with my aunt, and my mom was out to dinner with some friends from work. There were about 20-guys at Mario’s. Some were friends of mine from school, and some were guys Mario’s age, including a few I knew from the neighborhood. There was a keg and some bottles of hard liqueur open in the downstairs den. I slowly sipped a cup of beer, drinking being new to me.
.
I’d heard of bachelor parties that had strippers and such, but none of us, even the older guys, knew where to find hookers or strippers out here in suburbia. One guy did bring a couple of DVDs of porn. And that’s what was playing on the TV while we sat around drinking, smoking cheap cigars, and talking crude about the girls on the video. It was a fun, horny group of guys.
.
I was in the bathroom when I heard a familiar female voice coming from the den. I opened the door a crack, and saw the tall brunette figure of my mom standing at the bottom of the stairs.

(more…)

Graduation Surprise

Part-1-of-3

.
Auburn headed, Erin had emerald green eyes and her 34Bx25x 36 body was more shapely than Brenda’s.
.
Rachael was more of an associate of Brenda and Erin’s than a friend. The exotic looking 18-year old was as tall as Brenda. She had long, wavy black hair and brown eyes. She was slender and very sexy. And always wore tight fitting clothes to show off her 34Cx 24×34 frame.
.
Rachael met Brenda and Erin in their youth choir at school the year before. Brenda had graduated and had just completed her first year of college while Erin and Rachael just finished up their senior year and graduated high school. Many of the students had planned a graduation trip and Brenda decided to go along. With the shortage of rooms available at the host hotel the 2-girls were unable to find a room so they reluctantly accepted Rachael’s offer to stay in her room since she would be alone after breaking up with her boyfriend a week earlier.
.
The 3-girls spent Friday night at a private party. Then Rachael took off, using her fake ID to get into a club. She told Brenda and Erin the next day that she had been invited to a party for Saturday night and that she could get them in as well. Neither girl wanted to go with her, but she talked them into going just long enough to check the place out before leaving. They met up after dinner and walked 3-blocks to 5th Street. Brenda was hesitant to go any farther after seeing the way this area looked. But Rachael assured them that she knew where she was going. They arrived at a small club and Rachael used her ID to get inside. Both Erin and Brenda stood outside feeling the gazes of the rugged looking guys who passed by looking them up and down. Finally Rachael returned with a tall, dark haired guy she introduced as Robert. He had a rough edge about him but looked somewhat handsome. He said hello to the girls then continued speaking on his cell phone. When he hung up he offered to escort them to the party.
.
Now Erin was feeling as uncomfortable as Brenda about continuing down 5th street. The farther they went the seedier the places got. But it was still daylight and Rachael assured them both that they would leave before it got too dark. And that she would pay for a cab back to join the rest of their friends.
.
Robert took them down an adjoining street then crossed another intersection and rounded a corner. None of the girls really paid much attention as to the route they were taking since they weren’t planning on walking back.
.
“Here we are,” Robert said as he led them up a concrete stairway into an old building that resembled one of the many abandoned buildings that lined the street.
.
“I don’t know about this place,” Brenda said.
.
“Oh, don’t worry,” said Robert with a smile. “Everything looks pretty bad on the outside around here. But if you want to party, then this is the place.”
.
“Come on, Brenda,” Rachael said. “Let’s just go inside and check it out.”
.
Brenda looked to Erin. She could see that the redheaded girl was just as uncomfortable as she was, but neither wanted to be a wet blanket. “Fine, it won’t hurt anything just to check it out.”
.
Robert opened the door and they could hear music blasting from inside. When they entered they found that the inside was indeed better looking, but mostly because it was dark enough to hide the poor condition of the walls. Lights flashed around them and the place was crowded with young people, mostly guys. The 3-girls were shocked to see a girl in the corner on her knees performing oral sex on a guy.
.
“Oh my god!” Erin screeched at the sight.
.
“Ignore them,” Robert said as he led them toward the rear where a makeshift bar stood. All 3-girls were happy when the crowd of people blocked the view of the sex scene in the corner.
.
“Johnny, give these 3-girls the house special!” Robert cried above the noise.
.
Johnny eyed the 3-of them up, then reached below the counter and pulled out 3-paper cups. The girls noticed that most of the people were drinking out of cups filled from one of several kegs that lined the wall, or one of the bottles of alcohol that lined the bar. Johnny pulled out a bottle of tequila and poured each of them a drink. Then he filled a fourth cup for Robert. Robert grabbed his cup and as he lifted it in the air, said, “To new friends!”
.
The 3-girls grabbed a cup and joined him in drinking. Then they stood around for about a half-hour and drank 2-more cups. Then Erin asked where the ladies room was.
.
Johnny pointed to a doorway behind him. “If you want to be safe use the one downstairs. I wouldn’t trust going upstairs, too many perverts up there.”

.
When Erin asked the other 2-to go with her, Johnny let them behind the bar and held the door open for them. They went down the poorly lit wooden stairwell to the basement. The music upstairs became a dull thud as they turned the corner. They found a large room with old mattresses, a table with 3-chairs and a couch. Along the back wall was a commode.
.
“Not very much privacy,” Erin commented. “You girls keep a look out.”
.
After being assured that they were alone, Erin dropped her pants and squatted on the commode. Once Erin was finished she pulled up her pants, and the other 2-took their turn. Brenda was the last to go and while she was pissing they heard the sound of voices approaching. She finished up and just barely pulled her pants up over her waist when Robert walked into the room, followed by at least a dozen young guys, none looked older than 22 or 23.
.
“See,’ He said, “I told you they were good looking.”
.
“Shit guy, you ain’t kidding,” another one said.
.
“I want the redhead,’ a third piped up. Scared, the 3-girls backed against the wall as the guys approached.
.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Brenda stammered nervously.
.
“Why, we’re going to give you what you came here for, a good fucking,” replied Robert casually. The guys behind him weren’t shy about making their intentions known either.
.
“I-I think you misunderstood why we came here,” she said, looking around the room for a way to escape. There was none.
.
“No misunderstanding,” Robert continued. “Last night Rachael here assured me that she was looking for a guy.”
.
“Rachael?” Brenda said.
.
“I was only kidding,” said Rachael nervously.
.
“Please let us go,” Erin pleaded.
.
“Not until we get our rocks off, babe,” someone laughed.
.
Brenda had had enough. “Then fuck Rachael. She’s the one you want.”
.
“Fuck you, Brenda!” Rachael shouted.
.
“You got us into this, bitch, so you should be the one to pay the price.”
.
Rachael looked to Erin for help but found none. Then she looked at the guys, many of them were already …

(more…)