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Women bound and gagged, blindfolded and helpless, unable to see, to move beyond a struggling wiggle … is there anything more arousing? Any sights more decadently delicious?Five tales of such women – and their dominant, sometimes cruel masters – fill this volume of Five Big Bondage Tales.The tales included in this BIG Bundle of 5 Wickedly Raw Tales of BDSM are:Pounded, Filled and Stretched on the Boardwalk:A Sensual Tale of Public Domination & Group RomanceStripped, Licked & Stuffed at the Theater: A Scintillating Tale of Public Domination, RomancePounded, Stretched and Filled in the Surf: A Tale of Harsh, Public, Dominating Beachfront Three-on-one ActionLifelong Learning: Submitting to the TeacherDrilling The Doctor: A Forbidden Taboo Sex & Romance TaleAll of these, plus sample chapters from other work, just a click away...

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Table of contents

Pounded, Filled and Stretched on the Boardwalk

Stripped, Licked & Stuffed at the Theater

Pounded, Stretched and Filled in the Surf

Lifelong Learning: Submitting to the Teacher

Drilling The Doctor

5 Stories of Beach Bondage, Humiliation, Classroom BDSM, Spanking, Discipline & More…

By Deborah Cockram

© Copyright 2018 by Deborah Cockram and After Midnight Press

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Pounded, Filled and Stretched on the Boardwalk

A Sensual Tale of Public Domination & Group Romance

By Deborah Cockram

There wasn't any kissing or cuddling, nothing gentle or gradual, he just rammed his cock in me hard and deep. Then again, I don't know that I expected anything differently – after all, I didn't really know this guy, we had met only three hours earlier. He was working at the cell phone store on the boardwalk, and Jenny, my best friend, and I met him while we were on the boardwalk, strolling along, checking out all the stores while the guys checked us out.

Lawrence – if that's his name – hadn't even bothered taking off my shirt. He was thrusting hard, ramming his cock up into my pussy, stretching and filling me with each movement. God, his cock must be enormous – I hadn't really seen it. He slipped my shorts down – I wasn't wearing any panties – and then he stood up and went to it. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his arms around me, hands on my ass, while my arms are stretched overhead, my wrists bound to the boards above us.

We're under the boardwalk at Ocean City, New Jersey, with thousands of people walking right over us, laughing, talking, joking, holding hands, guys checking out girls, girls fantasizing about guys, none of them with any idea what's going on just under the boardwalk – where Lawrence is ramming himself into me, hard and fast now, grunting, breathing hard.

My own body is responding. I have to admit to being nervous, scared even – I mean, I'd only met this guy tonight, I don't really know anything about him, and worst of all, all those thousands of people above us. If I glance up I can see them through the cracks between the boards – fat people, skinny people, old people and young, the carnival and shop lights reflecting off of their faces, illuminating them. I know they can't see me like I see them, not unless they get down on all fours, put their faces to the boards and peer through the cracks.

Still, I can't get over the idea they are there, they could see me if they wanted, they might hear us, know what we're doing.

Yet I did it. I let him tie my wrists, stretch my arms up overhead, loop the ropes around big metal hooks he'd driving into the underside of the boards – I guess he's done this before, with other girls, because those hooks were already in place. I have to admit when he started wrapping those ropes around my wrists this little thrill ran through me, sending a shiver along my body, kinda like when I rode the big roller coaster earlier and reached the very top of the highest hill, just a moment before we dropped.

It was like that, only much more intense when he finished tying those ropes and lifted my arms up, hanging the other end of the ropes over those hooks. My pussy was already soaking wet from anticipation when he yanked my shorts down. My own breathing is coming in jagged little gasps, and I'm sweating now – here, with the strong ocean breeze, most of the time the sweat dries up as soon as it forms, particularly in the cooler night air. But not now … I feel my heart racing, I pull up against the rope holding my wrists, squeezing my legs around him.

Then I glance over at Jenny. She's standing there, watching us, her eyes wide, and I notice she's running one hand up and down along her body, pressing her hand against her breasts, while she's pushing through her shorts against her pussy with her other hand.

Lawrence calls out – he whispers some name, though it's not mine. Maybe his girlfriend's, maybe some woman he's fantasizing about – and when he does my own heart seems to skip a beat. He squeezes my ass so hard it hurts a little. I gasp as he rams even harder up in me, if that's possible.

I'm gasping now. It's all too much – his hands on me, his cock thrusting back and forth, filling me, stretching me while he grunts and gasps, the feel of the ocean breeze blowing over us, whipping my hair around my head and face, the roar of the ocean off over the dunes, just out of sight, the constant sound of the waves washing in and out – and I feel orgasm building. No, not building, exploding in me.

"Fuck," I call out. No, I scream – my god, I've never felt anything like this before. Honestly, I've only done it a handful of times, and it's always quick and kinda intense but it sure seems the guy is the one that gets all excited, cumming before I really get going.

But now, tonight, my body is a bundle of hot nerves, deep intense sensations, and I feel like an electric charge is racing up and down my body. His cock his huge, and every time he pulls back and thrusts I feel the most intense, powerful waves of euphoria.

He's moving fast now, faster than I've ever felt a guy thrusting, his hands squeezing so hard, pulling my ass cheeks apart, sending delicious little rivulets of pleasurable pain running through me as he continues ramming in me. I pull up hard, the rope biting into my wrists, and every single sensation, each feeling, is all mingling now into one, deep, overpowering feeling of intense ecstasy.

"Jesus H. Christ," I scream, not having any idea why I say that, what those words mean, they just come. Then I cry out – fuck, oh god, Lawrence, I think I even called Jenny's name a couple of times – as I felt the orgasm washing through me, the most awesome sense of deep pleasure I'd ever known. I was almost lost in my own little world of pleasure – almost. I was aware enough to notice Jenny moaning, her shorts now unzipped, her hands inside, fingers no doubt pressing against her clit, bringing herself to climax as she watched Lawrence fuck my brains out.

Then I felt Lawrence cum inside me, his semen shooting hard up in me, like it was shot from a high-powered hose. That's the other thing, when I've had sex before with my ex-boyfriend, he'd cum, but I'd hardly feel anything, other than his dick getting slicker with his own semen. Lawrence came hard and strong and I could feel it shooting inside me.

He thrust oh-so-much harder – damn, it felt almost as if he were going to split my pussy – those final three or four thrusts, not that I cared. Everything, every sensation, mingled together in the most awesome, overwhelming, feeling of euphoria I'd ever known, ever imagined.

I shuddered as a second wave of orgasm gripped me – at least I think it was a second wave. Hell, it might have been part of the first orgasm, I wasn't sure. I know I had never, ever felt anything like this, never even dreamed sex could feel like this. I squeezed my legs as tightly as I could around him as Lawrence kept thrusting, slower now, with less urgency, his breathing still coming in gasps, but shallower, not quite as deep.

Finally, he quite thrusting. I groan – I want him to keep moving, to keep cumming – but it's clear even Lawrence has a limit. He kisses along my neck while I keep my legs wrapped around his waist.

"Oh baby, you're incredible," he whispers, and I wonder what he means by that. All I did was hang here, tied to the boardwalk above, while he fucked me. Does it really matter who's here? Am I better than other girls he's had, than Jenny would have been? Or does he whisper those words to everyone?

Just then he bites my neck and suck, pressing his tongue against my skin has he does.

"What are you doing?" I cry out. Somehow, having this stranger man's dick up my pussy, cumming hard in me while he's got me tied up doesn’t bother me, but the idea he'd leave a hickey on my neck freaks me out a little bit.

I try squirming, turning away, take my legs down from him, but he holds me, sucking hard, and damn, I know it's going to bruise badly. Finally he pulls away. I'm a little angry now, because he did that, but then he bends down and starts kissing along the inside of my left thigh, then the right, back and forth between the two legs, and I feel a new wave of pleasure starting to build. I close my eyes, let myself get lost in the sound of the ocean and wind, the feel of his hands on me, his lips on my legs.

Then I realize there's a second pair of hands on me and my eyes snap open and I see Jenny is there, with him, kissing one leg while Lawrence kisses the other. It's a strange sensation, to have my best friend touching me. I've never really felt desire for another woman, never really even been that curious about what it would be like to kiss another girl, but her touches are so soft, so sensual.

Then Lawrence stands up.

"That's enough for tonight," he says before stepping away, disappearing into the darkness. He returns with a little step ladder. He pulls up his pants, then climbs the ladder, unhooking the rope from the left side first, then the right. I fall to the sand below – it's not really that far, I was only hanging a few inches above the ground – but I let myself collapse onto the cool, gritty sand.

He climbs down, hides the ladder off in the shadows, then pulls me to my feet.

"You like that?" he whispers.

"Yes," I answer.

"This was just a taste. Come back tomorrow night, I'll blow your mind. Both of you. Be here at 10:30." With that he lets me go and slips away, and I fall back to the sand, not wanting to move, to leave, wanting this sensation to remain. Finally, Jenny helps me back to my feet, gets me dressed and we go back to our place.

The next day seemed to go on forever. We went down to the beach and hung out for several hours, but I have to confess all I could think about was Lawrence, and feel of his cock inside me. My pussy was … well, it wasn't sore today, but it was tender, almost in a state of constant arousal. Once Jenny and I went out into the ocean to swim just a bit, and even the sensation of the waves splashing against me, forcing themselves between my legs, sent little shivers of pleasure rolling through me. God, I'd never felt anything like that last night, and my whole body seemed ready to respond to just the slightest sensation today.

The sun was hot on us today, and I even found myself looking at Jenny differently, becoming just a little aroused at the sight of the sun glistening off of her sweaty, sun-screen-covered body. Jenny is dark-haired, with long flowing hair (though it's up in a ponytail today) and darkly tanned skin – during the day, when she's in the sun it starts to look a little red, but it just turns darker once she's out of the sun. She's taller than me, and slender, while I have dirty blonde hair and am more fair-skinned. I tend to turn a light golden color during the summer, and I'm as golden as I've ever been since Jenny and I decided to spend a couple of weeks here, in Ocean City. I'm a little curvier than Jenny – not overweight, but with definite hips, larger breasts, and a tight little bubble-butt.

Finally, the lifeguards climb down and blow their whistles, signaling it was time for everyone to get out of the water. They do that at 5 o'clock every day. They can't really close the ocean, but they do force everyone to leave the water while they break down their equipment and leave. After that, you can go back into the water, but it's on your own, at your own risk, which means the city is off the hook if you drown or get bitten by a shark.

That also means it's time for Jenny and I to head back and get ready to meet Lawrence again. I have no idea what he could have in store for us.

This was just a taste. Come back tomorrow night, I'll blow your mind. Both of you.

That last thing he said to us had been running through my mind all day. What more could he do? Was he going to go all Christian Grey on us and pull out the whips and gags? I wouldn't be opposed to that, although I honestly had never seen the appeal. Then again, I'd never wanted to be tied up before last night, never really expected to have sex with a complete and total stranger.

Until last night.

Jenny and I had talked a little about it today, but not much. I think she was embarrassed a little about having touched me while I was tied up, and I didn't really know what to say about that either. So we made little allusions to tonight, to what Lawrence might do, without really mentioning last night much.

We ran back to our place, showered then went to dinner. I didn't eat much – I was too nervous, trying to dream up what Lawrence might have in store. We went back on the boardwalk after dark, strolling as the breeze blew in from the ocean. For a while we stayed away from the cell phone store – I was afraid we'd find Lawrence flirting with some other girls, just like he'd done with me and Jenny last night. I know that sounds silly – I mean, we're strangers, I have no claim on him, and I'm sure Lawrence has done this with other girls. Hell, he picked us up last night after being rejected by another pair.

Jenny and I slipped in the crowd opposite the boardwalk from the store and watched. He was inside, helping customers, slipping outside at times to chat with passers-by, but he never really flirted with anyone.

Finally, after an agonizingly long evening, some of the boardwalk shops closed their doors, the lights began winking out, and Jenny and I headed for the sand, slipping under the boardwalk where he'd taken us last night. Lawrence told us he'd get off work at ten o'clock tonight and he'd be there by 10:30, that we should be waiting for him. We arrived at 10:15 and he was already waiting for us, rope in hand.

"You gonna tie me up again?" I asked, the idea sending a little tremble through me. I'd never been tied up before last night, never really thought much about it, but when he had me bound, hanging from those hooks, ramming his cock inside me – I was beyond out of my head with pleasure. I guess it helped that I wasn't alone with him, that Jenny was there, watching, and she'd help if I really needed it.

"Oh yes," he said, holding the rope up.

Without waiting for instructions I held my hands out in front of me.

He shook his head from side to side.

"What?" I asked.

"Take your shirt off."

Last night he'd fucked me with my shirt still on. Guess he wanted to be able to touch everything tonight. I slipped my shirt over my head – I was wearing a bikini top instead of a bra. It tied in back and had a neck strap that tied behind my neck. I started to reach up and unfasten the knot.

"No," he said. "Leave it."