Front Row Seat

She was sorry now, sorry that she thought it was a good idea to hang around the little gang.

It was just four men she'd been drinking and partying with. There was a little sex, but mostly they were into getting high. But three nights before, cruising around in the woods, they'd all found the man in his cabin in the mountains and forced him to give them his bank information so they could drain his checking account. Over three days, while the man sat, tied up in a chair and almost naked, they'd extracted around 12 thousand from his account. They couldn't find any more money, but by then they were very happy with what they'd gotten and decided to get while the getting was good. They were a little afraid of getting caught at this point, and they finally decided to go to Mexico. But they were leaving her behind.

"Look, bitch. We're leaving you 500 bucks even though you didn't do a fucking thing. But don't let him go for two days, at least, not until we get to Mexico. He'll get over it. We don't want him to die. Just keep him in that chair for two days, then untie his hands. He'll be able to get loose, and you can just jump in the car and leave. He'll have a hard time walking back to town with no clothes on, but he'll make it." The man grinned and the others thought it was pretty funny.

She was pissed off, that was for sure, but the 500 dollars was going to come in handy. They hadn't even beat him up. It was amazing what four guys with knives and guns could inspire a person to do and he'd gladly given then his account information at that point just to avoid being beaten senseless.

The door slammed and soon they drove off in the truck they'd been using. She sighed. There was no way out and they knew where she lived. She didn't have a choice and she didn't know all of their last names or anything about them, really. She'd fucked up, a fuck up in a long line of bad decisions. She resolved to stop making them at this point. She certainly didn't want to be an accessory to any more crimes. She'd let this guy go and hightail it back to town and it would be over.

She drank a beer and sat there for a while. It was hot out and she was wearing just shorts and a tank top. Sweat ran down her brow and she opened the front door for a while, looking out, hearing nothing in the forest around the cabin, then she sat back down, thinking.

She got up and went to the back of the cabin. She opened the bedroom door and there the man sat, brown hair, in his thirties she guessed. He was tied in a chair with a gag and a blindfold, naked except for his briefs. His ankles were tied to the chair legs too, just for good measure. They really wanted to put the scare into him, and they had succeeded. He'd peed himself at one point. She was a little disgusted with that.

She didn't feel sorry for him. He was alone in the woods, no weapon, and a lack of common sense, she thought. But she was worried about him dying. That was just a bridge too far.

"Look, I'm going to make some food. I'll feed you, but I don't want to talk to you. And I'm going to gag you again after that. Do you think you can just shut the hell up if I give you some something to eat?"

The man nodded vigorously. She went into the kitchen and found some cans of hash, then dumped the contents in a pan and heated it over the stove. Then she went back to the room with a small bowl.

"Okay, I'm going to feed this bowl of food to you, but if you start talking or whining I'll just gag you again and you'll be hungry. Understood?" He nodded again.

She undid the gag and he said nothing, then she spooned the food into his mouth until it was gone, then she replaced the gag.

"Good boy. I'll feed you again if you follow the rules."

She was bothered by something else at this point. He stunk. His pee soaked shorts were the problem. It was disgusting and she didn't want to smell that for two days.

"Okay, I'm going to cut these nasty shorts off of you. I can't take the smell. And I don't want you pissing on the floor either. I'll just get a jar and you can pee in that."

She found a pair of scissors in the kitchen, then went back and cut his underwear off, then pulled them out from under him and tossed them in the back yard behind the cabin. She went back in and looked at him. Now he was naked. He had an unremarkable physique, really, but there he was, his penis fully exposed.

She smirked and went into the kitchen and got another beer. She listened to some music on the crackly radio for a while, then turned it off, thumbing through some field and stream magazines. Then she was bored with that. Suddenly she had an idea.

She went into the bedroom and as he sat there in the chair, she pushed her hands under the mattress. Sure enough, there were several magazines and books in there, so she drug them out. It was his stash of porn.

She giggled a little and went back to the living room. This wasn't just girlie magazines she soon realized. Her eyes got wide as she saw high resolution pictures of full penetrative sex, oral sex, wide spread pussies, spurting cocks, anal sex... almost everything she could think of, there it was. She was getting horny, she realized, and she started masturbating to one picture in particular that she liked, a large penis in a woman's asshole. She groaned, climaxing hard with the magazines around her.

With a great deal of will, she put the magazines under the couch cushions so she didn't have to see them all the time. That left one item, a book of stories. Sighing, she started reading the graphic depictions of a man and three women and all the things they would do with one another. It was quite erotic, even better than the pictures, and she started masturbating again, a huge orgasm owning her this time as she read. She gasped, then finally stuffed the book under the cushion too, embarrassed. She'd never masturbated to porn before, but here she was.

"Fuck," she said out loud. Her mind was racing though, all over the place. She sat there for a long time, thinking, fantasizing, then she stood and went back to the bedroom and opened the door. Then she got a chair and just sat there, thinking some more, looking at him.

"I found your stash of naughty books." She just left it at that, but soon the man began to get an erection and it grew until it stood tall. It was quite big at that point. Her eyes were glued to his cock now. She gulped, then took a long drink of her beer, thinking and thinking.

She stood and went into the living room. They'd all been wearing masks when they dealt with the man, including her. She put her mask on now, one that just covered her eyes like the 'Lone Ranger'. She smiled, then walked back to the room, her mind racing.

His cock was still huge and she looked at it for a while. Then she walked forward and took his blindfold off. He blinked and blinked, seemingly glad to be able to see. She stood there for a while, not saying anything.

"You have a big dick. I bet you've jerked off a hundred times looking at those books."

He didn't move or do anything much. He just looked at her, his penis twitching.

She kept thinking. Then she took off her tank top and stood there in her bra for a while.

"I'm going to show you my tits," she said, and she unhooked her bra and let her breasts out, jiggling. Her nipples got hard. She realized that this was a lot of fun and she shook her torso, her breasts flopping back and forth. She laughed, still looking at his cock.

She stood there for a few more moments, drinking her beer, then she unsnapped her pants and let them drop, standing there in her panties. She was making herself very, very horny, she realized.

"I bet you want to see my cunt, don't you?" He said nothing, his rigid member releasing a clear glob of fluid that dripped down the shaft.

She rubbed her vulva, pushing her panties up inside of her vagina, letting them soak up some of her juices. Then she pulled them down and stepped out of them. Smirking she stepped forward and placed the crotch against his nose.

"Smell my cunt," she said, and the man breathed inward, inhaling her odors. She smiled, greatly enjoying this game she was playing. A helpless man, firmly tied up, and she could do anything she wanted to him.

She stepped back, considering her options.

"I'm pretty sure that you have to piss, but first we have to get rid of that hard on you have. Do you have a fucking problem with that? With me jacking you off?"

His eyes got wide and he shook his head back and forth, nostrils flaring.

"Good. Because I'm gonna do things to you." She stared him right in the eye. "All kinds of things."

She bit her lip as she knelt before him.

"I like to see men spurt come. Let's see how much come you have."

She grasped his cock in her hand and squeezed it hard. He moaned.

"Be fucking quiet. I don't want to hear all of that. I'm going to jack you off and I don't want you to hold back. Just come, like a good boy."

He nodded, his breathing hard. She started masturbating him, experimenting, playing with his glans. Then she spit in her palm several times and lubricated his shaft thoroughly, then jerked him off quickly. He whimpered just once, then five or six spurts of thick, white semen shot out of him, splashing onto the floor. He was trembling. She smiled, wiping his come up with her panties. She held it to his nose.

"Smell your come, mixed with my pussy juice," she said, rubbing her panties under his nostrils. She looked down at his penis, still hard, a little semen still dripping out. Unable to help herself, she sucked his cock for a few moments then leaned back, looking at it.

"Your come tastes good. Maybe I should have let you spurt in my mouth," she mused.

She stood up, wild thoughts going through her brain. She went and got a quart jar, then held it under his penis.

"It's time to piss now. Come on, pee in the jar. I don't want you pissing on the floor."

He concentrated for a few moments as his erection wilted, then he started to squirt pee into the jar until it was a full-forced stream, lasting a long time.

"That's right, baby, pee for me," she said, watching his stream. "God, You really had to go. Jesus, it's hot, too. I didn't realize how hot pee could be."

When he finished she wiped the tip of his cock with her panties. Then she went and poured it onto the ground out back. She stood there for a while, her vagina sopping wet.

"Jesus Christ," she said, closing her eyes. She drank the rest of her beer and got another one, removing the cap. Then she went back into the room and sat the quart jar down on the floor.

"Ever seen a woman piss? I mean, up close?" She said, grinning. His eyes were riveted on her pussy as she squatted over the jar. She reached under herself and spread her lips wide, and then released a gusher of urine into the jar. She sighed. She'd really had to go, and it almost filled the jar half way.

She wiped herself with the semen soaked panties, then picked up the jar.

"Jesus, mine is hot too." She looked at him and noticed the obvious: He was fully erect again. She took a long drink of her beer, thinking.

"I bet you could see that a lot better if I shaved my pussy. I bet you'd like to see me do that, too, wouldn't you?" She laughed. "I'm going to shave my cunt and let you watch."

She searched around in his bathroom until she'd found several new disposable blades and some shaving cream. She put some water on the stove to warm it up, then took the pan of water, shaving cream and razors back to the room.

She trimmed her bush down very short, then she put on some cream and shaved the main part until she was bare. Then she sat in the chair and carefully shaved the lower part of her vulva until there wasn't a trace of stubble, feeling with her fingers. She went over the entire thing with a fresh blade and rinsed herself. She dried her pussy with a towel and stood up. Her vulva felt very cool without any hair.

"I feel fresh as a daisy," she said, giggling. She took a drink of beer and set it down, then turned around and leaned over, spreading her pussy wide so he could see it.

"Did I miss anything? I mean, I didn't shave around my asshole. It would just be itchy." She made sure to spread her anus wide too and just stayed there, lewdly exposing herself to him, her pussy starting to drip. She was veering deep into unknown territory, driven by some of her most secret fantasies.

"I love showing you my cunt and asshole," she whispered. She slowly put two fingers in her pussy and finger fucked herself, pulling herself open even wider until her vagina suddenly gaped.

She giggled. "I think my pussy hole popped open for you." She stayed there a bit longer, the entrance to her vagina forming a round, two inch hole into her body. Then she relaxed and stood up, looking at his cock. She took another drink of beer, then went to the couch and got one of the magazines.

She sat back down in the chair and found the picture. She held it up, a large photo of a man's huge cock in a woman's asshole.

"I like this one. I don't know how she gets that inside of her, but it must feel good." She lay it on the floor and started masturbating, his eyes glued to the procedure, his cock hard.

She rubbed her clitoris until she finally climaxed, her feet scrabbling around on the floor as she gasped.

"Fuck. I... I came so fucking hard." Her eyes were closed for a while, then she stood and approached him, biting her lower lip.

"I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck me too, all at the same time," she said, giggling. "Do you have a problem with that?"

He shook his head. Clearly, he did not have a problem of any sort, besides being tied up and unable to do anything about it.

She mounted him right in the chair, still facing him, and inserted his cock inside of her pussy.

Gasping, she sat down on him.

"Christ, it's bigger than I thought. Jesus..." His cock throbbed inside of her. She hadn't really fucked a lot of men, and her experiences were less than spectacular, to be sure, but his cock felt insanely good in her vagina. Without letting much time go by, she started fucking herself as the man groaned, wildly copulating with him as he sat, tied up and helpless. She came over and over again, gasping, her nipples hard and pussy on fire, until she finally had had enough. She pulled off of him, looking at his penis.

"You didn't come, God damn it. Spurt into my mouth, right now!" She started sucking him off, ramming his cock down her throat repeatedly until he finally ejaculated, his hips jerking as she gulped his semen down.

She stood up, her face red. She tried to recover.

"Let that be a fucking lesson to you, buddy!" she said. She turned and slammed the door, then sat on the couch, thinking wild thoughts.

She'd just fucked a man while he was tied up, then sucked him off and swallowed his come. She'd shaved her pussy right in front of him. She was almost appalled at her behavior, embarrassed, but at the same time she was highly aroused, her pussy humming.

She sat there for a time, pondering things. The most obvious thing about it all was... he had an erection the entire time. It was clearly making him very horny, all of this.

She stood and went back to the room and opened the door.

"You have to pee. Pee for me."

She held the jar and he released his urine again, not as much this time, but he had still needed to pee. She turned and went to pour it out, then went back. She needed to pee again and she squatted like before and spread herself. Now, without pubic hair in the way, he could see the amber liquid shoot right out of her body and even see the little dark hole of her urethral opening. She sighed.

"I know you like looking at it. And I like doing it, pissing for you." She rose and went to pour it out.

She went back and sat down, then she pulled her legs up to her chest and spread her pussy.

"I know you like looking at my cunt, too. My hole." She rubbed her clitoris and made herself come. She gasped and noticed that he was erect again.

She walked forward and mounted him again. This time she moved more slowly, fucking herself, but paying more attention to how his cock felt inside of her. She kept going, more artfully, coming and coming until she felt him spurt inside of her.

"Oh, Jesus Christ.... fuck..." she cried out, a more intense orgasm washing over her. She sat there for a time and after a while she realized that he was still hard.

She gasped, moving. "I'm going to make you come again. Come for me. Come again..."

Now she moved even more provocatively on him, slowly moving up and down, letting his cock almost come out of her before sliding down again, rotating her hips, tightening her pussy around his cock. It took maybe 20 minutes, but finally, shuddering and unable to hold back a moan, he came, his eyes blinking, rapidly. And she came too, peeing on him involuntarily as a much deeper, more primal orgasm happened, her pussy spasming wildly around his cock. She sobbed once, then rose up and walked out, closing the door. She ground her teeth, frustrated for some strange reason. Maybe she just didn't want to show weakness, she thought.

She fell asleep soon after that, and when she woke up, she went into the room and held the jar again, watching him urinate before disposing of it. Then, telling him the rules again, she fed him some breakfast, then put the gag back on.

He had one more full day to go before she untied his hands. She spent the earlier part of the day taking a walk, thinking. She was feeling crazy, fucking this guy like she was. But she was also convinced of something: even though he was tied up, he liked it. He was hard every time she walked into the room. It just made her pussy ache. She'd truly never had that much sex in her life, and now she was having orgasms at will with a fat, rock hard cock that was there at her disposal at all times.

She went back to the house. There he sat, his cock hard as a rock. She opened a beer. It was only 9 o'clock, but she didn't care. She spent the morning fucking herself silly, not letting him come, utilizing his body as a human dildo.

Finally she went to the bathroom and got some vaseline. She took a dab and pushed her finger up her ass. She'd never had anal sex, but she wasn't going to let this opportunity go by. She went back to the room and looked at the big thing. Then she walked forward and turned around.

"I'm going to put your cock up my ass. I want you to come inside of me. I'm going to go really slow. I want you to like it." She let out a sob, then lowered herself until the head of his cock touched her anus, then she started sitting down.

With her in complete control it went in a lot easer than she thought it might. It was a strange feeling, stretching her asshole open like that. And it was like something was stirring her guts, way inside of her body. But she already knew that she liked it.

Letting her anus completely relax she sat down on him with all of her weight. She was now spread as wide as she could be. She gasped, and suddenly she had an orgasm. She hadn't expected it, but there it was. And if his penis had felt bigger than expected in her pussy, if felt huge in her asshole. A baseball bat, a telephone pole. And she liked that too.

She started moving, all the way up then down again, his cock a flaming lance inside of her. She was having the most intense orgasms ever, sobbing as she fucked herself, bouncing up and down, spreading herself wide with both hands as she skewered herself on his cock. She just couldn't stop and she started squirting, peeing in rhythmic bursts as her orgasmic spasms occurred.

At the same time she realized that he just wasn't ejaculating. It clearly made him harder than ever, having her fuck herself like that, and she started screaming.

"For fuck's sake, come in me... come up my fucking asshole.... come, God Damn it.... spurt that shit up my hole..." She was sobbing, wildly fucking herself, her anus completely loose now, farting.