Black Stiletto Diaries

Dear diary,

I know I’m not much apart of this group but I had a peek and I couldn’t resist to write about not one, but two I crave daily. My fantasy isn’t a normal one with a twist. I want both at once, I want them one after the other, one torturous sexcapade after the next, don‘t care really, just want them. I want to feel as much exquisite pain as my body can take being beaten and pummeled in the most delicious illicit ways. I’m going to take a different route than the other girls, I’m going to keep my identity secret, but I will say whom I lust for everyday since I started here not so long ago.

For some reason, I don’t know why but whenever I see Kurt, my heart jumps into my throat, the way that sinewy body stalks down the hallway everyday, he makes me cum just thinking of the things he can do to me. That sweet German accent with that hint of holiness, just drives me and a few others crazy. Imagining Kurt in a frock with that delicious devilish tail swaging behind him as he teaches me right from wrong. A beautiful halo of light showering over him as I wish and hope he’s naked under the dark robe. He sees me daydreaming during one of his sermons or private talks, never boring not when you can look into those bright yellow eyes, and he punishes me for not paying attention to his words.

‘I vander who is it that finds me this attractive, again?,’ Kurt asked.

Bobby rolled his eyes slightly jealous that the furball was amongst a ménage a trois, and he silently hoped he was among the other two, but the Professor heard his plea loud and clear.

He sits disappointed and asks me what I was thinking, embarrassed I tell it to him. Explaining the explicit nature of the daydream Kurt feels I need discipline. He escorts me to his chamber where I see his disciple, tall and massive standing by the window. Kurt explains the situation to Piotr, his compassionate follower. I beg them both mercy but it goes unheard as my punishment fits my crime of passion and inhibition.

Piotr disrobes himself revealing that huge Russian physique chiseled to perfection, years of farm work did wonders for him. My eyes wander over his body noting every single muscle in his arms, the round pecs he bounced playfully for me as he saw my eyes trail further to the rows in his abs to the little dip of his belly button. Oh how the tip of my tongue could fit perfectly inside. But my eyes lingered on the dark fluff of curls that curved around the deep dip of his shapely hips hovering above the long thick cock that I begin to salivate over. Kurt comes behind me and bends me down to kneel before Piotr.

Three long fuzzy fingers rub my hair and curls around my chin opening my mouth. Piotr walks toward me rubbing his huge head, almost too big to fit comfortably in my mouth. He slides it past my lips as they take shape of his head. My tongue wraps around it licking the precum around the bulbous mushroom. He groans as he pushes further hitting the back of my throat. Relaxing my mouth I begin moving my head guiding my mouth along the length of his cock using his cum and my spit as lube. He fills my mouth stretching the corners of my lips until they hurt but I don’t care. His hand begins to massage my head giving it a little push so he slides further into my mouth. I hear Kurt behind me undressing.

He moves behind Piotr and slides a chair over to him so he can sit. Only a moment he slips free of my mouth and I quickly follow on my knees. Before I can slip my mouth down on his cock again Kurt asks me a question. ‘Are you bound by your inhibitions?’ I answer yes and my arms are tied behind my back and my eyes blindfolded. Not seeing them drove me crazy only their touch and their demands to guide me, us to endless pleasure. I feel Piotr’s hand grab mine wrapping my slender fingers around the thick meaty pole, moving my hand up and down. Not what I want, I want to taste him again, the salty cum on my tongue the sweat beading on the thick veins as they bump the inside of my mouth, but I do as told.

Behind me I feel that tall lanky fuzzy body positioned behind me. Without warning I feel his thick finger slide into my tight little hole and at that moment my mouth finds the heavy cock again. I moan over the silky skin, causing the Russian to emulate the same. The force of Kurt’s finger invading me felt like two fingers at once. Twisting in circles made me clamp down around the delicious cock as my teeth grazed over the bumpy veins as it fucked my mouth. Piotr’s not one for patience when it came to this, from Kitty’s and Jubilee’s lips. The chair creaked as he jutted his hips in slow up motions ramming the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly.

Moaning over and over as Kurt inserts another finger filling me to the brink. They both begin fucking both ends of me at a steady, but fast pace. My screams are muffled by the fullness in my mouth, my hole becomes slippery easing Kurt’s actions but I’m still too tight. His fingers escape and I feel the soft leathery tip lying in wait against me. ’This vill only hurt a bit liebshen,’ he coos to me. He tells Piotr to stop and he steps back with an annoyed groan giving my jaw a rest.

A long low moan escapes my throat as I feel Kurt fill me completely to the hilt. One quick slam and he rams himself inside me rubbing against every inch of my tight walls. He pushes me down, I’m lying on my cheek as he rams himself over and over in hard concentrated thrusts causing my head to bump against the floor. I grit my teeth as I can’t begin to describe how good it feels to have Kurt fucking me, bound and blind showing me the error of my insatiable ways.

I can hear Piotr in front of me moaning as he watches me being fucked by his close friend. His soft hips bump into my ass softening the blows his cock pounds into me. He hits my spot, my moans turn into loud guttural grunts with every sweet push of his head brushing and smacking against spot. He tells Piotr to switch and I tense up remembering the girth he carried. Kurt unties my ropes and I’m lifted off the floor onto Piotr’s lap. Easily I slide down his throbbing head down his shaft. Our breath is caught in our throats from the delicious sensation overtaking us. He grabs my hips and begins rocking me back and forth. He’s too much for me but I don’t care. I’m spread as far I can go and more of him sinks within me.

My arms wrap around his neck as I move up and down on him. He licks and sucks my neck as I move faster against him swallowing him as best I can. Every inch of him feels good as we both feel it coming. Kurt is beside me rubbing his own cock in his hands. Seconds later my mouth is filled with hot milky cum, as Piotr lifts me and forces himself down my throat. Kurt releases his own spunk onto my face. I cum all over Piotr slicking his body with my juices squirting all over him, muttering how good they feel, whispering their names. Humiliation, with a side of delicious discipline.

‘So Drake, who’s it by?’ Remy asked flicking cards onto the table.
‘Don’t say, it’s unsigned.’
‘So Elf, who’s got the crush on ya?’ Logan asked.

A knock came at the door and they all jumped but the Professor assured them it was safe. They watched, Erik, John, Fury and Jean-Paul enter the room. Explaining what the book was and the entry they just read, they were all shocked the last entry was by Jean-Paul.

‘Hey you were the first mutant to talk me down from jumping that day Kurt, although I wasn’t jumping.’

Kurt sat speechless as Bobby made fun of him.

‘At least I got more ass than you Drake,’ Kurt replied with a snicker.
‘He got you dere mon ami.’
‘Fuck you all.’

They all laughed at Bobby as Fury picked up the book, flipped through a couple of entries then proceed to the next one.

‘Ah hem, Dear diary,’