Debauchery Square - Please beware!
Chapter One - Keep Walking, I’m In Ecstasy.
Hi reader, Debauchery Square will be an infrequent series of one-and-done’s that occur when Sissitrix’s art inspires me as it does today.
I hope you’ll enjoy the story.
Keep Walking, I’m In Ecstasy.
My husband placed the small, neatly handwritten black felt pen sign in front before tying me up. I could see the back of it but knew the words on the other side by heart, reminding me how forbidden our sex was, even here, in the public convenience of Debauchery Square.
My husband was completely naked. As he leaned over me, whispering. His breath on the back of my neck tempted my tiny hairs until fully erect, and a solid cock head pressed tantalizingly between my ass cheeks.
“It’s so nobody thinks you’re being forced to do this, Cheryl.”
“I don’t care what passers-by think, honey. I’m your wife - you can fuck me wherever and whenever you wish - especially here.”
“I know, but I don’t want to remove your rope gag every few minutes for you to explain to the police or other people passing by that you consented.”
“The whole point in coming to Debauchery Square is to be safe while people watch us doing what we enjoy most, Hank.”
“Okay.”
I reluctantly signed the corner of our damn sign because Hank was right. Busybodies and cops would be all over a girl wearing a rope gag being fucked from behind on a sidewalk fuck platform, even in this private square.
Even though my husband was doing the fucking and we were registered users of Debauchery Square, people were nervous when seeing ropes because of their inference of restraint, dubious and non-consent.
We were using Debauchery Square for a night out - the convenience where people fucked in public. Yes…that place in your dreams where you yearn for your husband to take you, tear off your clothes, thrash you, and plug your ass before fucking you hard.
Plenty of couples were enjoying the night. Extra dry-ice fog layered the streets and sidewalks, even rolling across the perfectly mown grass. I couldn’t see a single fuck platform without a girl’s ass sitting on it, her legs wide open, her beau in front with his hands gripping her knees while he thrust his cock in and out until he filled her hole with cum.
Eaters stood nearby every fuck platform, waiting for an invitation to clean up, but that wasn’t our style. Despite having a penchant for enjoying public sex while viewed by others, Hank and I were strictly monogamous.
Gagging and gimp masks were frowned upon, but ropes were my thing, and I needed to bite down hard on a mouthful of sisal while my pussy was being relentlessly fucked by my husband until he squirted inside me.
My heart pumped harder when my husband bound my wrists, leaning me over our fuck platform. It was the moment my submission kicked in, and people saw something different going on at our peg, so they gathered.
My heart pumped even harder, racing like a Stag fleeing the hunter. My eyes widened, bloating as blood rushed to my head, and I tingled all over, soaking wet from extreme humidity.
Cars crawled around Debauchery Square at a snail’s pace. The dimly lit street with a grassed area in the middle was famous everywhere. Men in raincoats and curious couples strolled the sidewalks, stopping to watch. They were sexual spectators, watching people fuck on the platforms, benches, in sex swings dangling from trees and lampposts, or across car hoods, and even with their heads shoved through holes in the side of buildings where men on the other side - outside the square, had their cocks sucked.
Not for me, thank you very much.
Spectators could wank but not spray performers with personal fluids. Alternately, they could satisfy each other inside the public play area - affectionately named The Pen. VIP boxes were one-way glass rooms in the three-story red brick buildings surrounding all sides of the square.
Some said royalty, the clergy, wealthy people, and politicians came to watch our sexy soap opera and play privately, but I didn’t care. I only had eyes for my husband, as he did for me.
My husband gagged me, and I was finally at peace. Chewing on the sisal, tearing its fibrous mass until it brushed my teeth, tongue, and lips, clawing every nook and ripping apart my soft tissues.
Hank called for an attendant.
The woman, a medic, checked my ropes and signed off. She posted the certificate on a pole beside our peg - number forty-two, the last before exiting Debauchery Square. Now it was time for me to be fucked until my pussy was raw - the only way I could get off.
I lifted my head and chest high into a dorsal raise when Hank spread my legs wide apart, gripping both ankles. Humidity licked my hole with its tantalizing damp tendrils.
My torso lay on our cushioned square fuck platform at waist height, and I faced down.
A larger crowd gathered, and watchers checked the sign in front and our permit, nodding approvingly. I bit down harder, needing to rid myself of this corporeal world. I wriggled, squealed like an unruly schoolgirl, and frowned, waiting patiently for my husband’s cock to squeeze past my swollen, sticky labia and stretch my pussy wide.
A few meters away, a guy unzipped his fly, removed his cock, and began wanking a seven or more-inch uncut shaft, stepping back to a respectable distance. A few women glanced at his package, and one shifted closer, beating the others. She could help him by standing behind, reaching around and wanking his cock, maybe getting away with a few minutes sucking, but I figured she was taking him to The Pen, where he could fill her hole with a creamy treat after a few quick strokes inside.
They were talking, and she giggled when gripping his shaft. Maybe true love would follow - stranger things had happened.
I roared like a lioness when Hank filled my pussy with his immense cock, stretching my soft tissue walls wider than usual - a result of his aroused state on this day. I tensed every muscle, groaning as I felt fuller with every inch plundering inside me, raising myself higher, staring my audience in the eye, biting so hard my saliva soaked the sisals burned into the corners of my mouth and rasped against my lips.
There would be blood - bring it on!
My wrists burned where my skin was rubbed raw. My hair obscured my face, full of damp sweat, until Hank gathered it and pulled my head back, arching my back more steeply while he fucked my throbbing, sticky pussy hole so hard I drifted to my happy place.
More fans gathered around to watch, a few pointing and asking others if I was being raped.
Fucking no… I’m not. Just watch us, or fuck off.
I closed my eyes, squeezing my pelvic floor hard against my husband’s cock, milking him because I needed his semen deep inside me. Hank balanced me perfectly, reaming my hole as though drilling the ocean floor for oil, sweat dripping off his brow onto my back, dribbling down my spine to the small of my back.
He stretched his hand across the small of my back until his thumb rubbed my anus. I jerked and snorted, saliva drooling from my nose to the concrete sidewalk from choking joy as my other hole was filled with a small thumb nub. Hank massaged the sidewall of my back passage, pressing against his cock from inside me.
A chilly wind whipped across us, cooling my overheated body and causing bristling hairs to rise on a carpet of goosebumps like sandpaper.
My breathing was constrained, but that was partly the point of the rope that bit so tightly into my flesh. I was free as a bird being fucked on my terms by the man who loved me to the end of time.
I breathed with difficulty, in through my nose, out through my mouth, drawing just enough air to feed my quivering, excited body.
Hank fucked me harder and faster, with even, perfect strokes that slid deep inside, constantly molding my pussy to his cock. He panted like a marathon runner crossing the line, filling my hole with his meat, pressing one hand down on my back to stabilize me, with a thumb inside my rectum while the other supported one hip as he drove both back and forth.
Hank’s balls slapped lasciviously against a rubber patch just below my pussy on the platform - Sissitrix had considered everything when designing Debauchery Square, including male pain management. They also made the patch removable for those thus inclined to slap their balls against the steel fuck platform until they were black and blue.
My husband grunted, fucking me deeply, pressing his cock head against my cervix while thumb fucking my anus.
As I moaned, grunted, writhed, and groaned through varying intensities of trembling deep satisfaction, I watched a new couple born a few meters away. Mr seven inches left with his new girl, who rose from her knees after sucking his cock until the attendant tapped her on the shoulder. Then she dragged both men away to The Pen, where she could consummate with a new boyfriend, helped by the attendant.
I was arched beautifully like a dolphin inverted, held in position by my husband like he rode a Roman chariot, my bridle in his hand, pulling to gain my utter obedience. My pussy squelched as he fucked it because I squirted my orgasm as those watchers looked closely, seeing ecstasy in my eyes as I saw greed and hunger in theirs.
I screamed as best my rope gag allowed until my husband sunk his cock balls deep inside me, squirting an ocean of semen deep.
Blood rushed to my head, and I buzzed cumming, and cumming, and cumming so hard and vigorously that my muscles cramped, and my sinews reached their breaking point.
When my gag was suddenly released, joy wrought heavenly havoc through me. I trembled all over, gasping and struggling to stand, falling intoxicated into an abyss of happiness and relaxation so deep and buoyant I believed I would remain there forever.
When I stood unsteadily, my husband stooped and held open clean panties for me to step into before wrapping a gown around me so I was comfortable. I leaned into him, exhausted and satisfied, stretching my lips and tongue, squeezing out cramps and the pain of restraint.
Hank loosened my wrists, which I rubbed until the pain became too much. They burned while blood reinvigorated the injury and every other part of me.
I glanced at Hank's worried face and laughed.
“That was awesome, honey.”
“I thought your back was going to break.”
“Actually… you worked out a few kinks.”
“We have a few more left to enjoy, Cheryl.”
“I wasn’t talking about those kinks, honey.”
“I know you weren’t.”
Super horny. Well done both of you.
What a great couple, willing to do what's needed 😉