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	The following story may involve explicit sexual descriptions.
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	I am not offended by the description of sexually explicit 
	scenes or the description of alternative sexual lifestyles
	and I do not consider such material to be obscene.
	I am 21 or older.
	The above material is not illegal under the standards of 
	my community.
	
	This story is offered as an insight into current social mores
	and is not intended for prurient purposes.
	
	Author: Jenny Blythe

   Steven's mind started to slowly clear up and his body felt pretty much 
beat up. It became apparent to him that he must have been in one hell of a 
fight but he just could not remember it. He was laying on a bed that was 
much softer then his own and when he opened his eyes to see where he was 
everything was black. A soft,silken blindfold was tied securely around his 
head. When he tried to reach for it with his hands the silk scarves tied 
around his wrists only allowed his hands to move a couple of inches. His 
arms were pulled up above his head and his wrists were tied securely to 
two corners of the bed. The same type of soft, silken strands secured his 
ankles to the other two corners of the bed. He tugged at his bonds but 
whoever tied him up knew what they were doing.

   Who would do something like this to him, Steven wondered? He had just 
moved into his new apartment in Denver, from Chicago, two weeks ago and he 
really had not gotten to know anybody yet.

   Being blindfolded Steven's sense of smell and hearing was heightened.
He could hear someone breathing calmly near him and the smell of perfume 
was in the room. Suddenly a soft,feminine voice startled him.

   "He's awake,"the voice said.
   
   It was a women's voice that he did not recognize it. The voice was 
perhaps a couple of feet away from where he was tied up.

   "Hey,where am I?" Steven called out.
   
   Steven heard clothes rustle as Michelle got out of the armchair she 
was sitting in. Her high heels clicked loudly on the wood floor as she 
approached Steven. Michelle sat on the edge of the bed next to Steven. She 
lowered her head to Steven's head and her hair fell softly across his 
face, she brought her lips to his ears.

   "How are you feeling,darling?" Michelle asked in a soft concerned 
whisper.

   "Like I was in a fight with Mike Tyson". Steven said.
   
   This evoked a soft laugh from Michelle as she lifted her face from his.
Her soft feminine hands stroked his cheeks.

   "Do I sound like Mike Tyson?" Michelle asked sweetly.
   
   "You beat me up and brought me here?" Steven asked.
   
   "Me and my friends did," Michelle said. "You didn't want to come nicely 
so we had to take you."

   "But I don't remember having a fight with you and your boyfriends,
"Steven said.

   "That's because there were no boyfriends involved," Michelle laughed.
"It was me and my two girlfriends."

   Steven shook his head trying to understand.
   
   "I don't remember having a fight with three women," Steven said.
   
   "When you banged your head it must have affected your memory," Michelle 
said. "Any way are you ready for some fun?"

   Michelle's soft feminine hands continued to stroke Steven's cheeks, her 
nails scratching lightly over his neck. She then removed the thin sheet 
that was covering him. Her hands stroked his naked chest. Her fingers 
twisting his nipples playfully. Steven could hear more high heels on the 
wood floor in the distance and feminine voices.

   "What is going on?" Steven demanded trying to control his voice. "And 
who the fuck are you?"

   "Never mind that," Michelle replied. "You don't know us. Just get ready 
to have some fun, stud."

   Michelle's voice wavered between seriousness and soft giggles. Her soft 
hand slid down Steven's body, cupping under his balls. Another hand 
slapped lightly at his flaccid cock.

   "Mmmm," Michelle moaned. "I want to fuck this cock of yours. Yes I do. But 
look how soft it is. You better get it up to fuck Michelle. You're gonna 
shove that joy stick up my pussy. Fucking right, you are!"

   All Steven could think about was how incredible this all was. He was 
scared. He didn't know what would happen? Anybody could be in the room. How 
much danger was he in? Maybe they were making a video of this. "Who the 
hell knew?," he thought. Reality was changing too quickly for Steven to 
comprehend.

   But Michelle was expertly massaging Steven's cock and balls and even 
though he was afraid his cock was responding. His cock was filling quickly,
hardening, standing at attention. 

   "What mmmppphhh-----," Steven started to say.
   
   Michelle pressed her right hand over Steven's mouth while still 
massaging his cock balls with her left hand.

   "No more questions," Michelle murmured. "Now just suck on Michelle's 
tits a little bit."

   Michelle continued massaging Steven's cock and balls with her left 
hand as she removed her hand from his mouth. Suddenly Steven felt soft 
skin being pressed down on his face. Michelle's voluptuous and heavy tits 
were being lowered to his mouth. Their warmth and weight causing his cock 
involuntarily to twitch and his body to follow. A large nipple slid across 
his lips,his mouth sucked at it with a mind of it's own.

   Teasing Steven, Michelle pulled her tits away from his mouth as she 
continued stroking his balls, then squeezing the length of  his cock with 
her soft left hand and she finally pressed her big tits back to his mouth.
This time one of her nipples landed inside of his mouth and he sucked on 
it. Then it was pulled away once again.