From: Sandman <bd654@scn.org>
Subject: Burning Down the House - intracial,anal,dom,spank,nc (1/3)
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Most fire stations have a spotted dalmation as the house mascot. Station No. 327 has me. Don't misunderstand me, I work and get paid as a firefighter just as the guys do, but I have some extra duties, as well.
I'm 5'9" and have what is commonly referred to as a full figure, though I keep most of the extra weight toned as muscle by regular use of the station's weight room. Manuel, the shortest guy in the house at 5'6", is my spotter. He pushes me hard to stay in shape and I reward him regularly with one of my burning, hot blowjobs. My large frame has come in handy at times when I've been in the middle of fucking one of the guys and a fire call has come in. Sometimes you don't always have time to grab the right firesuit and most of the guys' suits fit me okay. Though, once I got some interesting looks from an arson investigator after a fire where I'd been wearing Big John's suit.
I have naturally red hair which I joke about as camoflouge in a firehouse. None of the guys know it, but I tint it a couple of shades to where it's fire engine red. My long, wavy, red locks are as much of an attraction in and out of the station as my figure is. The guys are only half-joking when they say they'd sacrifice a burning building to put out an accidental fire in my hair.
To go along with my red hair, I have green eyes and what I would call a rather plain face. Connor, our resident irishman, always begs to differ with my self-appraisal. He claims that I have the face of an angel when his cock is stuffed into my mouth, to approving nods around the station. I take it as a compliment, because whenever I'm blowing one of these studs, they never take their eyes off of my face and they never go limp.
As you might guess, in a station house of 8 studs and me, I get fucked a lot. My one rule is that I never do it with married men. After three years at No. 327, not one guy has tied the knot. Hmmm, I wonder if that has anything to do with my rule? There have also been no voluntary tranfers from this station since I signed on. The Lieutenant who runs the firehouse is a family man, but he allows me full sexual reign at the station. I have noticed that he sometimes stays late, at times, to watch the goings on.
By anyone's standards I'm an incorrigible slut. What can I say, I love to handle hoses and I love to put out fires. My lude sexual behavior started from the second morning I was assigned to station 327. Terrell and I were fresh from the academy. They pushed an extra cot into the women's dorm room for Terrell to sleep on, so that the regular guys' sleep wouldn't be interrupted by the late night drill we were called upon to do as rookies. I got my reputation as a prankster on that first night. I snuck down to the dispatcher's room and peeked at the training roster when the night watch went to relieve himself. I noted the time of our drill and set my alarm clock for ten minutes earlier.
I awoke early, got dressed, and proceeded to suck Terrell's gorgeous black boner while he was still sleeping. When I initially pulled back the sheets I gasped at the size of his hose. Limp, it sprawled at least nine inches across his stomach. His testicles were as huge as golf balls and looked so full of cum that I immediately started licking them all over. As he groaned in his sleep, I nibbled and stretched his ball sack with my teeth. It didn't take long for his ebony pecker to get erect. My eyes got wider and wider as he got bigger and bigger. His limp penis uncoiled to a full eleven inch erection as I licked and kissed his sperm-filled balls. When I finally stretched my mouth as far as I could open it, I closed it around both of his jewels and proceeded to tickle their underside with the tip of my tongue. This action finally got Terrell's attention and he woke up with a start. He stared down into my eyes and whispered, "What the fuck!"
I popped my mouth off of his balls and said with a smile, "Good morning Terrell. Do you mind if I wash my mouth out with your jizm?"
He was speechless, so I moved up and started kissing and licking his black cuntbuster up and down its length. I enjoy cocksucking so much that sometimes I work myself into an orgasm without any pussy stimulation. This time was no exception as I pondered to think of how much pain and pleasure Terrell's prick would cause me if he rammed it up my cunt. I was getting pretty wet with such thoughts until it dawned on me how much more pain it would cause to have this prick up my ass. This thought sent me into a fullblown orgasm, but I murmurred through it all because by this time I had stuffed the head of this monster cock into my mouth.
I continued to suck on the rod and tasted the first bit of pre-cum as my orgasm subsided. I then concentrated on taking as much meat down my throat that I could possibly handle. Occasionally I would come up for air and pop my head off of his boner. Knowing it was only seconds before the drill alarm would sound I concentrated on bringing him off. I jacked off the base of his prick while squeezing his balls. After about a half minute I could feel his nuts surge and I gave them an extra little squeeze to coax as much of his cock sauce out into his long dong. For a guy with a pecker as long as Terrell's, it takes an extra amount of time for him to cum as his cock convulses and propels the creamy, magical mixture out of his peehole. When it finally did shoot forth it gushed out with such a velocity that the first jet hit my tonsils before stopping. I immediately pulled my mouth off of his prick in response and continued to jack him off. Subsequent spurts of cum went stringing about his chest and stomach.
I swallowed the cum at the back of my throat just as he was finishing and, by coincidence, at the same time the drill alarm sounded. I gave Terrell's beautiful, black cock one final squeeze, grabbed my helmet and jacket and slid down the firepole to the garage. After a few minutes of waiting for Terrell, the Lieutenant started getting pretty pissed. Eventually, he shouted for him to come down. I had a hard time keeping a straight face knowing that I'd locked away all of his clothes earlier within my locker. When Terrell finally came down the pole he had his bedsheet wrapped around his torso.
The Lieutenant was livid. He read Terrell the riot act and told him to find some clothes. He added, "And wash that stuff off your chest while you're at it."
Terrell ran off to get dressed, but the Lieutenant turned on me and gave me an angry glare when he heard me chuckle. "If you had anything to do with this Foster, you better watch your ass."
After those first couple of days on the job, I noticed that I wasn't the only one watching my ass. My first exhibition in front of the guys was on a routine washing of the trucks. I was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans. After a half hour of soaping up and spraying down the trucks, my pants and shirt were soaked. Jerry, the biggest tease in the house, commented, "Thankyou Trish, for making this the best truckwash on record!"
I stared down at my T-shirt and noticed that it was fully plastered against my largish tits. My nipples weren't exactly being shy either. They were poking well out from the skimpy bra I was wearing underneath. I looked up to find all of the guys staring at me. Big John started clapping and was soon joined by the others in applause. I replied by starting a seductive dance where I thrust my chest outward and wiggled my ass. The guys must have been waiting for this because one guy closed the garage door while another put one of those striptease songs on the boombox. I stopped for a second to think about where all of this would lead to. But I didn't think too long as the guys started up wolf whistles and chants of, "show us your tits."
I'd never stripteased before in my life, but as I started dancing back and forth in front of the guys I felt as if I was a natural at it. I stripped off my jeans, first, to reveal very skimpy black panties. The strings on the sides of the panties held a small triangular patch in the front to a thin strip in the back which hardly covered my ass crack. The guys were whoopin' and hollering after I tossed my wet jeans at them. Connor even sniffed the crotch of them which caused me to smile broadly.
I shook my mostly bare derriere against the crotch of each of these studs. They got a little handsie with me and groped my ass cheeks. I would back away and shake my finger at them to howls of laughter. They all seemed to be in a bit of a hurry to see my bare breasts, by their chants, so I purposely took a long, slow time to strip off my T-shirt. My bra was rather sheer, but they still didn't seem satisfied by it's see-thru nature. I unhooked my bra in the back and slipped the straps from my shoulders. I stood before them with my legs well spread and started shaking my boobs. The bra fell off of my tits with a plop onto the floor. I admired the effect when a moment of silence was cast upon my spellbound audience.
As I stated before, my tits are rather large (38" DD), but once freed from a bra they bounce down into a slightly sagging position. When freed in this way I can make them shake and bounce and swing to great effect. I continued strutting around and shaking my boobs and ass before the guys. Their silence ended quickly as they yelled bawdy encouragement. Towards the end of the music I stripped off my panties to reveal my flaming red bush to great acclaim. I ended the striptease by arching my body outwardly to reveal my pink pussylips.
When the music ended I stood naked before them with my hands on my hips and my legs spread wide. Several of the guys were rubbing hard-ons under their pants or shorts. I licked my lips langorously and said, "Well I'll be damned if I'm gonna be the only one standing here buck naked. Strip down boys. Let me see what you got."
Seven of the guys wasted no time stripping down. All of them were in pretty good shape, with three of them having wonderfully muscled bodies. Every one of the peckers was fully hard and each one looked positively delicious to me. I held back my lust, though, and told them to get in a line. They hurried to obey my commands.
"Do you like my body, boys?" I asked.
"Yeah!" they replied together.
"What do you like best about it?" I implored.
Almost all of them replied, "Your tits!"
"Oh, you like my tits do you! I'll bet you love it when I shake them like this." I teased them mercilessly and they didn't say a word as I shook 'em.
"Do you like it when I squeeze them like this? Would you like to nibble on one of my nipples like this?" I popped my teeth off of a stretched nipple as I teased them.
Some of them merely nodded yes while others mumbled approval under their breaths.
"Raise your hand if you want to try to keep my nipples hard by licking 'em."
Just like a classroom of little boys, all of their hands shot up.
"Okay, then, here's the rules. You have to keep your hands behind your back and you can nibble, but don't bite. If you treat 'em real nice I'll give you a special treat."
They all just dumbly nodded.
I went up to Manny at the front of the line and told him to kneel. Then I stuck my tits in his face. His lips and tongue searched for my nipples but I teased him by swinging my boobs back and forth across his face. Finally, I stopped so he could get his mouth around my nipple. He sucked and licked like an infant. I teased him by saying, "Oh baby Manuel, is momma's milk dry?"
This got a lot of guffaws from the boys down the line. After letting him suck on the opposite nipple for a time, I finally told him to stand up. I then got to my knees and stared up at him. "This is the treat that I promised."
I squeezed my boobs upon the sides of his erect boner and started jacking him off. When doing this I like to roll my nipples inwardly so that they scrape the sides of the pecker that is fucking my boobs. Guys love the extra sensation, and the effect on my nipples is great for me, as well. I fucked Manny's cock with my tits for a couple of minutes and then abruptly got up. He moaned in disappointment. I gave him a quick kiss on the lips and he moved to try to grab my breasts.
"Uh, uh, uhhh. No sir, Mr. Manny. The rules are to keep your hands behind your back, at all times." I then proceeded up the line and repeated the nipple suck and tit fuck on each guy. I tit fucked each one until I could sense they were about to blow their sticky wad. Then I would abruptly break it off to continue my tease. I knew, by this point, that a gangbang was coming on. You don't bring seven guys to boil and then walk away. I contemplated whether I wanted to try to walk away and force them to rape me or to retain control and call the shots. Just as I decided to keep control of the situation, the Lieutenant, who had been watching all this time, flipped on the radio to some loud rock and roll. I smiled at him and continued my pricktease.
There they were. Seven naked studs standing at my attention. Not a limp dick in the line. I strutted back and forth making rude and smartass comments as I stopped to give a squeeze to each pecker. When I came to the last man in the line, I commented, "Big John! I would have guessed you'd be bigger!"
In response, he slapped one of my plump ass cheeks hard with his large open hand. I was surprised and jumped back with a yelp. This got all of the guys laughing. I pretended to pout and asked them, "Do you guys really think I deserve a spanking?"
Their reply was an enthusiastic and unanimous, "Yes."
I strutted up to the front of the line and bent over to Manuel, pleading in my best little girl voice, "Okay then, but please don't spank me too hard. After all I'm a very delicate and sensitive girl."
Each guy took about two or three slaps across my ass. A couple of them cheated by slipping a finger or two up my wet snatch in between spankings. In fact, I caught a glance of Stevie licking his fingers clean after removing them from my puss. The guys didn't spank me as hard as they could have. Though, Terrell seemed to deliver some blows that stung more than the rest. I guess he was paying me back for my earlier prank.
The first couple of spankings I gave out a little yelp. But then I started into some heavy moaning in between my yelps. Eventually I worked up to a muffled scream. With the last two guys I pleaded and begged for them to stop in between blows, and I responded to each slap with a full blown scream. I don't know if anyone outside of the firehouse could hear my screams, but the guys didn't seem to care. In fact, the dirty bastards were laughing like they really enjoyed it. I, of course, was faking the amount of pain I was in. Truthfully it did sting, but I must have had a couple of orgasms mixed in. I'd had one lover in the past, spank me before, but I'd experienced nothing like this spanking line.
As I stood up and walked away, Jerry commented, "Hey look at the red spots on her ass." All of the guys seemed to appreciate it and resumed their laughing. I couldn't see the spots very well, so I rushed over to a mirror on one of the walls and admired their handiwork. Sure enough, my pale, round butt cheeks each had a round red spot the size of a hand.
I decided to play up the hurting slut role and turned on them with an angry look, saying, "Alright you big-cocked motherfuckers! You hurt me, even after I begged you not to spank me. Now you're gonna kiss my ass and make it feel better or I'm gonna take my toys and go home."
They all knew that the toys I was referring to were my cunt and mouth, as I bent over and presented my derriere to the first guy in line. Each guy, in turn, went to his knees and spent plenty of time covering my red spots with gentle kisses while they squeezed and carressed my ass all over. It really did sooth the sting from my butt. Several guys licked up and down my ass crack. A couple of them even paused to kiss my puckered asshole. Jerry and Stevie actually found my clit and worked it good while administering to my ass. Needless to say, my pussy was sopping wet when Big John finished licking and kissing my butt.
When I stood up, Jerry got out of line and laid down upon the floor in front of me, saying, "Enough already, let's rock this house."
I walked over and stood over his well-toned torso. I couldn't quite believe that I was about to be gang-banged. I'd never had more than one guy at a time before this incident, and here were seven guys clamoring to hose me down with some very sticky and tasty fire repellant. I grew dizzy thinking about the possibilities.
As I stood over Jerry with his prick pointing straight at my cunt, he remarked, "C'mon Trish drop that dish down over my dick."
This elicited chuckles from the others. I replied, "A regular poet, this guy is." I then collapsed onto Jerry's cock, almost in a swoon. The rest of the day was kind of a blur for me. I really couldn't recognize what guy was prodding me in what hole.
After settling down onto Jerry's long, but thin pole I was immediately faced with a curved pink boner. I gobbled it down my throat without even a second thought or second breath. If you haven't guessed it by now, I can tell you that I'm a real cocksuck queen. It's not just that I have great technique, which I do, but I also just love slurping on a dick. I love the smell of it, the taste of it, the feel of it against against my face, even the sight of it with its bulging veins running down its length.
And guys just love to receive head. Part of what turns me on so much is how much they enjoy a good cocksucking. It's a thrill for me to watch them as I lick and suck their dicks. I always know what they're thinking. They're wondering if I'll let them shoot their wad into my mouth. I even see that look of wonderment in the eyes of guys I've blown before. They always wonder whether I'll swallow their cum this second, or third or fourth time. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't. Unpredictability always leaves them wanting more. I figure a guy feels like he owns me in some way by placing his mark in my mouth. It's very animalistic and territorial, but I love going along with it. By understanding this weakness of men, I feel it gives me power over them.
As for the taste of jism, I have learned to really love it. Every guy tastes differently, and the thrill of tasting a new lover's spunk turns me on incredibly. It's truly an aphrodisiac for me. It pushes me into sexual overdrive to the point where I want to fuck all night. The only one night stands I've ever been on is when the guy shoots in my mouth and leaves me high and dry by rolling over and falling asleep.
As I pushed my throat over the full length of the curved dick in front of me, Jerry kept pushing his long dong into my cunt. I rocked back and forth to help him causing the tip of his cock to push against the end wall of my vagina. I'd never had a guy this long before and the sensation was driving me onto another orgasm. Though, in the back of my mind I knew Terrell's monster cock had at least another inch on the one inside of me. This new thought didn't last long when two guys grabbed my hands and placed them on their cocks. I'd seen porno movies before where a woman got 3 or 4 guys off simultaneously but it was getting damn difficult to grasp the reality that it was happening to me. I curled my fingers around these fat peckers and started jacking them off. At the same time, the cocks moving in and out of my cunt and mouth felt great.
I was just getting a good rhythm down on these four wonderful boners when I felt a wash of vaseline across my asshole and the head of yet another boner at the doorway to my anus. I tried to protest, but it was too late. This firefighter's hose would not be denied. He muscled his way into my tight rectum before I could even scream. I paused on my blowjob to catch my breath as the guy at my ass started working a good in and out rhythm. A couple of the guys in front of me said something to one another and had switched positions. I still had two boners in my hand, but my mouth was now faced with a relatively short and thick cock. I took a couple of more breaths, started a good rocking motion to allow the penises in my ass and cunt to slide freely, and then opened my mouth as wide as I could to take the fat pecker in front of me down my throat.
At this point, I felt like a wild woman. More like a pornstar than a firefighter. I knew I had orgasmed more than once, but I was too much in a haze to concentrate on my own needs. I just kept rocking on the two cocks in my lower holes while allowing the fat pecker in front of me to fuck my mouth. This even rhythm allowed me to concentrate on spanking the monkeys in my two fists. I slid my fingers up and down on their shafts making sure to occasionally push past the glans of their enlarged penis heads. I couldn't wait until these cocks started exploding their jizz all over the place.
Just when I thought I was in sensory overload, I felt another guy's cock pushing back and forth across the bottom of my foot. It took me awhile to figure out what was going on, but eventually it dawned on me that one of these guys had a foot fetish and was humping my foot. I laughed through a mouthful of meat at the thought of getting a sixth guy off with my foot. I started curling and uncurling my toes and felt them tickling the underside of the guy's balls.
The first cock to cum was in my right hand. The guy started moaning loudly threatening to spill his load. I jerked him close to my face while giving his pecker an extra squeeze. His hot jizz immediately squirted out and splashed onto my right cheek. He was a real gusher and I could feel a subsequent spurt fly into the hair at my temple. He hadn't even finished his orgasm when I felt a flood of semen deep in my asshole. The guy at my ass was pushing down hard to achieve his orgasm. I could hear Jerry, beneath me, grunt every time the guy at my ass pushed downwardly. Jerry came soon after that. He had been pounding me the longest and he could no longer hold onto his seed. His orgasm was perhaps the most powerful, and as jet after jet filled my vagina my pussy muscles went into orgasmic overdrive squeezing out every drop of cum in his balls.
The rest of it was difficult to remember. At some point I felt a flood of jizz trickle into my mouth. I just kept swallowing spurt after spurt to prevent from choking. I could feel something wet on my foot and calf, so I assumed the foot-pervert had done his deed. When the guys finally pulled me off of their cocks and gently laid me on my back upon a blanket, I looked at my left hand and realized that the other handjob guy had caked it with his frosting, as well.
I asked for a taste of each guy as I dreamily looked up at them. I didn't clean them up entirely, but I did lick a good spittle of cum off of each guy's cock when they took turns presenting them to me. I felt sore and sleepy. I'd forgot that one of the seven hadn't been involved in the multi-orasmafest. The other guys had backed off from me leaving Big John staring down at me with a grin on his face and his prick fully erect. I knew what he wanted, so I smiled at him and pleaded, "Oh John, come down here and make love to me."
John's big body came down onto mine, but he was careful not to crush me with his entire weight. He didn't waste any time slipping his prick into my worn and wet cunt. It felt good, nonetheless. I let him do most of the pumping work as I locked my legs across his back (which was no small feat, by the way). My mind started to clear as I heard the other guys cheer him on. I started working my pussy muscles to give him an even better fuck. This caused him to start grunting more loudly. The encouragement from the other guys really motivated me, and I decided to further participate in this final fuck.
"Big John, you're the best lover of 'em all," I said, to derisive hoots from the gallery.
"I'll bet you have the stamina to fuck me all day long." This caused more laughter as John started sweating profusely. I knew he was trying to hold back as long as he could.
"John, I've seen you fight fires. The way you handle a hose you can douse any fire. When your hose erupts, my inner fire is gonna drown in all of the cum you spray into me."
John grunted, "Son-of-a-bitch!"
I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, so I clamped my pussy down on his pistoning cock as hard as I could and said, "Fuck me John! I want your cum so fucking bad!" I then started a half-scream, half-moan.
John bellowed out, "I'm gonna cum!"
Most of the other guys were beside themselves with laughter.
John erupted like a volcano within my pussy, and once again, I was full up with jizz. He finally collapsed down and knocked the wind out of me. The other guys pulled him off, as I gasped for air. I was thoroughly exhausted again. One guy picked me up in his arms and carried me to the showers. A couple of guys gently washed me as I slipped in and out of a hazy dream. They dried me off, carried me to my bunk, and let me doze away the rest of the afternoon.
When I awoke for the evening meal there were plenty of smirks around the dinner table. I ignored them all as if nothing had happened that day. I launched into a dissertation on sexual harrassment and how demeaning it was to me for some of the guys to have nude pin-up calendars on the walls of the station. They could all tell that I was arguing tongue-in-cheek, but I kept a serious demeanor and argued with them for the duration of the dinner. Some of the guys actually took their calendars down over the next few days.
>From that day on I got fucked on a pretty regular basis by all the guys. Sometimes I took on more than one at a time, but most of the time I would take turns going one-on-one with each of them. Through it all, the guys' respect for me as a firefighter has never waned. They helped me to become better and better while on the job.
When I'm not on the job and away from the firehouse they treat me like a lady. I never suffer for dates. It's like I have a full stable of boyfriends. They treat me rudely and crudely, inside, but would die defending my honor on the outside.
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