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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I was about to take the biggest risk of my life and the excitement and anticipation was making my clit throb and my pussy run with juices. I was about to have control of my body given over a comparative stranger for one whole night. I would have to obey him instantly and without hesitation in all things. I was to be his property from eight in the evening to eight in the morning, no escape. The only limitation I knew to be set by my Master was that he should not cause me permanent damage.
This had all started with a harmless chat online with another couple in a bdsm site's chatroom. My partner and Master, Danny, started chatting with the other Dom, Max, about the variety of subjects that come under the very broad heading of bdsm. They soon found that they were themselves at almost opposite ends of the spectrum.
Danny and I had been in a semi-bdsm style relationship since we got together about three years ago. At that time neither of us had any experience, but we had both professed an interest and our relationship developed, with Danny taking on more and more the role of Master, and me becoming more and more submissive and subservient. We also drifted towards the discipline end of the spectrum.
Danny has slowly become a master of pain. He can take me to the very edge of my ability to handle it, and then push me further, while at the same time giving me the biggest and best of orgasms. He can make my body feel on fire, leave me in such beautiful agony, and still make me enjoy every second of it. I feel so strong and powerful when he whips me and I do not cry out, or when he pierces my skin with needles and I do not flinch. He has turned me into a total pain-slut and I bless every day he takes the time to hurt me.
On the other hand, Max's forte is bondage, humiliation and degradation. He has made his sub, Dianne, do things, and enjoy doing things, that no 'normal' person would ever consider. On his webcam he had shown a cage he had built for her in which he would have her squat, for she could not rise, for hours on end, and a frame from which he would suspend her at whatever angle pleased him.
After a few weeks of chatting, and after Danny had decided that Max could be trusted, the two Dom's had come up with the idea that their subs should be given a taste of each other's speciality. Dianne should taste Danny's whip and I should be given to Max's use for a night. They believed it would be good for us to see another side of the lifestyle for once. Unusually, and just because he would not be present to look after me, Danny gave me the chance to refuse. As if I would. If Danny trusted Max, then who was I to say no? In any case, I had often wondered what it would be like to be treated just as an object instead of a person.
And so it was arranged that we, Dianne and I, would meet our new temporary Masters in the evening and be put into a taxi home the following morning. What would happen to us in between we would have to wait and see. I know that both Masters had set the rules for their sub's use, but we were not made privy to them. Thus it was that I stood outside the bar waiting for the time to come to meet Max, about to take the biggest and most exciting risk of my life. I was excited, scared, and very randy, in equal parts
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It was exactly eight o clock when I made my entrance. I had dressed as Max had asked and I'd tweaked my nipples into prominence before pushing open the door. I paused just inside, partly for effect I'd been told to produce and partly to look around the bar for Max.
I'd only seen him on webcam, so it took a moment for me to spot him, but then I recognised him. He sat in the far corner with vodka and orange waiting for me alongside his own diet . I swayed across the room, making my unrestricted breasts move sexily under my blouse and deliberately trying to make men's eyes follow me. I succeeded better than I had expected, and I swear the room went quiet until I sat down opposite Max and crossed my legs. Then it was almost as if a little sigh of disappointment ran around the room before conversation picked up again. The journey made my face flame and my heart pound, but it was what he wanted and I knew it was turning him on, and that's what counted.
I settled myself next to him, accepted the proffered drink, and we dropped easily into small talk. Nothing was said about the evening to come, and to anyone else present we were just another couple out for a drink. Two more vodkas and a later Max rose and held his hand out to me to do the same. Holding the bar door open he indicated for me to precede him, and then followed me into the car park. I know damn well he only did that so he could watch me from behind, so I took my time and walked as sexily as possible to his car, though when he opened the car door for me I deliberately swivelled myself into the seat with my knees nailed primly together. He smiled quietly at that before going round to the other side and getting into the drivers seat,
I was expecting him to simply start the car and drive to wherever he was taking me (he had told me nothing of what was planned - deliberately, I suspect), but instead he settled myself in the seat and asked me.
"Have you done as I instructed?"
For a split second I was confused, and then memory kicked in.
"Oh. Yes, I have."
"Then show me."
"Here?"
"Yes, here." He was trying to look stern, but my surprised 'here' brought an involuntary smile to his face momentarily and the severity he was so carefully cultivating was lost. But I wasn't going to refuse him anyway. He knew it and I knew it, because that was what tonight was all about. Danny had promised Max that I would do as he told me, and I think he had intended to test that promise with this task. I hoped so, anyway.
But just because I was being submissive, and feeling genuinely so, didn't mean that I couldn't influence proceedings at all. I could subtly control things more than Max would ever believe, and it was with that in mind that I obeyed him my way. I leaned forward to take hold of my skirt hem, even though I could easily reach it sitting normally, and then I slowly began to pull it up, revealing more and more of my thighs, but in my time. I could almost sense Max wanting to lean forward to see further up my skirt before I revealed all.
It was revealing all too, because my pussy was naked, not just naked as in no underwear, I'd been told not to wear any, but naked as in bald as well. I had finally done it, at Max's request and with my Master's permission, and totally shaved my pussy, even though my Master normally liked me natural. The feeling of total nakedness presented by having my pussy hairless and unclothed was quite intense, but very, very pleasurable.
With my skirt raised I began to slowly spread my legs, turning slightly in my seat as I did so to give Max the best view possible of smooth pussy lips being steadily revealed to his gaze. I could feel my heart racing with excitement as I watched him lick his dry lips before reaching over and gently stroking my bare labia. I moaned softly from the pleasure of it and leaned back in my seat, pushing my hips forward to give him better access.
Max's fingers ran softly over my pussy, as if he were familiarising himself with it. But I didn't mind, his touch was turning me on and by the time he finally delved between my pussy lips I was very wet and slippery. He played briefly around my clit, making me hotter still, but his main target was my vagina and his fingers were soon probing the entrance. Then, having found his goal he thrust two fingers into me, wriggling them slightly to aid penetration, but mostly just trying for depth, pushing as far into me as our rather cramped position would allow.
I felt very daring, indulging in this erotic play in a public car park, even if the sun was setting and the light was fading, and I just sat there, letting Max play with me. His fingers were magical, probing, thrusting, and playing with my very wet pussy before rubbing and tweaking my clit, sending me higher and higher. Then he put his fingertips just inside me, running them around the walls of my tunnel. I wondered what he was going to do, but then he withdrew them altogether and put them to my mouth, clearly indicating that I should suck my own juices from his fingers.
I had tasted myself before, so I had no problem with complying, indeed, done so openly where anyone might see me it felt so exciting that I licked and sucked at his fingers long after all trace of me was gone. In the end he took then away from my mouth and looked at me.
"Now you do it."
My expression must have been one of bewilderment. Do what, exactly?
"Masturbate while I watch."
I'd done that before too, but only for my master and never in the open, even at dusk. I took a quick, rather furtive and panicky look around the car park, then, seeing nobody, I tentatively reached between my legs with my right hand, looking for my clitoris. I must admit that, at first, my play was hesitant and gentle, and anyone watching would only have seen my hand resting on my lower belly. It would have taken quite a close inspection to reveal my knuckles moving as I stimulated myself with a couple of fingers. But then, as I grew hotter, I couldn't prevent my hips from moving gently back and forth, nor could I stop the gasps and moans that escaped my lips.
It wasn't long before my pleasure increased and so my movements became more urgent and pronounced. I looked at Max, who was watching me intently, then around the car park, now half hidden in the gathering gloom, and then smiled at him shyly. He smiled his enjoyment back and I moved faster across my pussy. Soon my involuntary noises took on a guttural note, my fingers moved rapidly over my clit, playing hard with its tip, then plunged deep into my hole, the thrust matched by a returning push from my hips. Max watched entranced, not moving, not taking his eyes from me. I'm sure he was intending to allow me to cum.
Suddenly a car swept into the car park, its lights playing briefly across the windscreen before passing on. But brief though it was, the intrusion had broken the spell and I automatically snatched my hand away in alarm and reached for the hem of my skirt to cover my nudity
"No." Max's voice was sharp within the confines of the car, sharp enough to startle me into immobility and make me gaze at him in surprise.
"Don't cover yourself. In fact, pull your skirt up around your waist and then put your seat belt on, its time we made a move."
I wriggled the skirt over my bottom and up around my waist and fastened my belt, sitting quietly, naked from the waist down and with my hands resting demurely by my sides. Max started the car and pulled out onto the street, making my heart hammer with excitement at our audacity.
To the casual observer we would be just a respectable couple driving past, only someone who looked directly down into the car would see my state of undress. That was Max's intention, I'm sure. I think he wanted me to feel more exposed than I actually was. We had no wish to attract the attentions of the law after all, but he still wanted me to be available to the sight of strangers -- and to be conscious of being so. If someone did happen to notice my exhibitionism, then that would be a bonus and my shame would thrill us both.
"If someone looks in and sees you, I want you to open your legs and display your pussy, is that clear?"
I nodded. "I understand." I turned red at the thought, but I was thrilled at the prospect nevertheless. I wondered just how far we would drive with me in this condition, I had no idea where Max lived.
In the event the journey was quite short and pretty much without incident. Only once did a young man, crossing the road as we drove past, glance into the car and see me, and then we were gone before it dawned on him what he'd seen. I did open my legs for him, but I don't think he had the time for it to register. The last I saw of him was when I looked behind to see him standing in the middle of the road gazing at our rapidly receding car in bemusement, still, I think, trying to believe his eyes. I spent the rest of the journey alternately blushing and smiling to myself.
We headed into one of the quieter suburbs, and it wasn't long before we turned into the drive a small redbrick house from the nineteen thirties, bay window and all.
"Make yourself decent and let's go in."
I wriggled my skirt down again as he had asked, and followed him silently as he unlocked the door.
It was a bit unnerving being in a strange house with a strange man, knowing, or at least having a good idea of the sort of thing he intended should happen here. I really did feel very vulnerable.
"Come on, let's go upstairs," He indicated for me to lead the way.
I knew exactly why I was preceding him again; the bastard was looking up my skirt at my unclad bottom, so I hip-swayed a little once more as I climbed just to give him something to watch. At the top of the stairs he took my hand and led me into what I assumed was his bedroom, and I wasn't expecting what I saw. The bed was there, but it was denuded of bedclothes apart from a white sheet spread tightly over the mattress and a set of webbing restraints fastened to each corner and laid neatly across it. Also on the bed was a blindfold, which he picked up and brought across to me.
"Get undressed and then put this on. I know you'll enjoy being blindfolded."
He was right. It was strangely exhilarating standing naked in that bedroom but unable to see anything. All I could do was remember the cold clinical look of those restraints and that stark white sheet. I felt very defenceless, slightly scared, and very randy.
"Come with me." He took hold of my shoulders and steered me to the doorway of a second bedroom.
"Now switch the light on. I want you to know for certain that it's on."
I did as I was told, reaching out and fumbling along the wall to where I knew the switch should be, and even though I was efficiently blindfolded I saw a slight brightening of the darkness as the light came on.
"Now go to the window and draw the curtain back." I felt my face flare into redness as the implications sank in. The window overlooked the road in front of the house. I would be effectively framed naked in the lighted window, there for all to see.
"Go and do it, now." The tone of his voice brooked no argument and I did as he told me, but instinctively stepping backwards a couple of steps immediately the curtain was open.
"I didn't tell you to move away." He was irritated by my action. "Now go back and stand there until I say different."
I did it, but I was blushing scarlet and shivering with embarrassment and fear for the whole time he kept me there. It was only a few minutes before I heard him flick off the light and call me to him, but it felt like a year. My mind had already convinced me that my entire family and all my friends had been gathered below that window.
"Well done. Now its time to have a little fun." He led me gently back to the first bedroom, making me stand and wait for a minute or so while he placed a cd in the player. Music from the film 'Conquest of Paradise' filled the room and I felt his hand back on my arm. The music worried me. Was it to cover any noises that I might make, or a bluff done just to make me think exactly that? I would have to wait and find out, but it made me more nervous than I already was.
He led me to the bed. "Kneel down."
I knelt on the bed, the sheet feeling cold to my knees and elbows, although that isn't why I was shivering. Then he took my hand and pulled my arm out in front of me, and I felt the roughness of the webbing go around my wrist. He did the same with my other arm, tying my wrists together and tightening the strap. Max then turned his attention to my ankles, fastening them to the corners of the bed until I was secured, arms extended before me so that I rested on my face and with my legs apart and my bottom in the air, totally at his mercy. I was trembling with delicious fear. I sensed him stand back to admire his handiwork and that was when the door bell rang.
I heard Max leave the bedroom and go down the stairs without being unduly concerned. The music prevented me from hearing the words, but even when I heard him speak and another male voice answer I wasn't in the least bit anxious, I simply expected him to send whoever it was on their way and return to me. But then I distinctly heard him invite the other man in, and my heart promptly leaped into my mouth. For a few minutes I heard snatches of conversation as the two talked in the hall and though I strained my ears I couldn't make out anything of what was said, apart from the odd word or two here and there that made no coherent sense. But nothing untoward seemed to be happening, so I began to relax once more while I waited for Max to return.
Then I heard vague footsteps on the stairs, and, though I tried, I couldn't quite make out how many there were, though I was petty sure both men were coming upstairs. Much as I like Vangelis' music, I cursed it for so effectively muffling the sounds.
I became acutely aware of my predicament then, kneeling naked and tied to a bed, with no covering whatever, with my legs held apart, and with the foot of the bed facing the door. I was pretty sure too, that the door was not shut, at least not fully, so anyone coming up the stairs was soon going to be able to see my bum and pussy and I wasn't going to be able to do anything to stop them. I could almost feel the heat of my face radiating out into the room. It was heat that very nearly matched the heat I could now just begin to feel stirring in my naked pussy. The inevitability of my exposure to an unknown stranger was turning me on even more.
"What do you think of that? Ain't she something?" I heard him ask as he ushered our unknown visitor into the room.
"Ain't she just." A male voice answered. "That's a lovely arse she's got."
My ears detected an accent but before I had chance to think about it I felt Max's hands on my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart.
"I've not had a chance to look her over yet, but she does look prime. What do you think of her rosebud?"
I was filled with a mixture of wild alarm and very intense arousal. This was obviously a night for me to be displayed but I was now a little worried just how far Max was prepared to go. I loved the thrill of being shown off like his prize possession, but I'd not realised he's be quite as adventurous as this so quickly. I had to show that it was getting close to my limits.
"Do you have to be so fucking crude?" I asked, trying to hide the thrill in my voice with mock anger.
Slap. His hand came down hard on my bottom, the pain of the sudden blow making me gasp with surprise.
"Be quiet. If I want to show you to someone, I will. Do you understand?"
I was shocked into silence.
Slap. This blow landed hard on the other cheek. God, it hurt wonderfully.
"I asked if you understood."
"Yes, I understand." I gasped out my answer, still mentally reeling from the sudden pain.
"Does she take it up the arse?" The male voice asked, ignoring the exchange and talking as if I wasn't there.
"Yes, I'm told she likes it, too." Max replied.
I felt my cheeks flame bright with embarrassment, but I still didn't want their discussion to stop.
"I thought she would, it's that sort of arse."
"Don't be so personal." I think I knew what result that would bring, and I think that's why I said it.
Slap. Slap. The blows stung and tears sprang into my eyes, but I wanted them to.
"I said for you to be quiet. Now apologise to my guest for your insolence."
"I am sorry for my remark." I paused to control my trembling, and then I added "Please discuss me as much as you wish and I hope my body pleases you."
I know that I added that last bit just to feel submissive, even though it was actually true. I did like being discussed in very intimate detail and I did like being looked at, and I loved the thrill of the humiliation. In fact my pussy was getting wetter from it, or was it from the pain of the slaps. Who cares, it felt good anyway.
"She looks very enticing like that. Do you mind if I fuck her?"
My heart jumped into my mouth. The request had caught me completely by surprise, and it seemed to have caught Max off guard too, because there was a long pause before he replied.
"No, by all means do, she's there to be used."
I caught my breath. What a lovely thing to say.
"However, she belongs to someone else, so please use a condom." I had no doubt that this was a condition imposed by my Master.
"Of course, I understand."
"Let me just show you something first, though."
Now what? I wondered just as two fingers (Max's?) found their way between my legs and into my pussy, the ease with which they penetrated showing just how aroused I felt. The fingers moved around, soaking themselves in my wetness, before hooking themselves to take as much as possible and withdrawing. A moment later I found wet fingers, beautifully woman scented fingers, presenting themselves to my mouth. I smelled myself even before they touched my lips, my juices hot and pungent on his fingers. I opened her mouth and eagerly took them in, licking the juices up before sucking the last taste from them.
"Do you still taste good?" Max asked.
"Oh yes, thank you, very." I replied, wondering at the laughter which this reply provoked.
"See how she loves herself." Max was still laughing as he spoke.
By now I was feeling a little more secure and my embarrassment had subsided as my arousal grew, so I was able to smile nervously at his remark.
"If you still want to fuck her I'll untie her so she can go down on me at the same time." Max continued more seriously.
I felt his hands at my wrists and the first one was free, but before undoing the other one, he leaned towards me and said quietly. "Just make sure you do exactly as you're told".
The cuff came free, and I raised myself onto my elbows, rubbing my wrists and easing my shoulders. He had not removed the leg restraints or the blindfold and I was glad. I was about to be used by two men and the blindfold somehow acted as a buffer from the reality of it, allowing me to think of it as is it were someone else.
This, I thought, is the reality by 'belonging' to someone, even on loan. Not a thought was being given to my wishes or preferences - or even to my moral principles - and that, I realised, was the beauty of it. I had no decisions to make, no regrets for my actions, and even the 'freedom' to do things I could never have contemplated in 'real life'. All my responsibilities could lie jointly at Max's and my Master's door and this gave me a great, if absurd, sense of power.
I was not allowed to reflect on that for long. Almost immediately I felt the bed move as someone climbed on in front of me, and legs were placed to either side. Was it Max, I wondered briefly, but I knew what was expected of me and reached blindly forward for the cock I knew I would find. I did, only a couple of inches in front of my groping hand I touched it, brushing it with the back of my fingers and then grasping it, hot and hard, in my palm.
"Suck me." It was Max's voice, so it must be his cock.
I bent his tool towards me, parting my lips to take it, wanting; it must be said, to feel it in my mouth. But before I could engulf it I felt a pair of hands roughly grasp my hips and pull me back. Even though it was not my place to complain, I felt a brief sense of annoyance at the intrusion, especially as it made me lose contact with Max's cock. My loyalty and obedience lay with Max for the time being, and it was he that I should service first, not this strange cock that I now felt against my arse.
For a moment I thought the stranger was going to fuck me in the arse, but then with a certain amount of fumbling he found my pussy and pushed himself in. His fucking was hard, almost brutal, thrusting into me deeply and violently right from the start and giving me a glorious sense of being used even though he hurt me. This man had yet to speak a word to me, but he was freely taking his pleasure from my body.
He fucked me so hard that I was pushed along the bed a little by the force of each stroke, so that within a very short time I found myself with Max's cock slapping against my cheek as I lurched forward. I turned my head sideways, searching for the head of his cock with my mouth, finding it and then frustratingly losing it again as the man used me for his enjoyment. I was not even able to seek Max's cock with my hands, they had to stop me from being sent sprawling under the force of the other man's thrusts, but eventually with Max's help I did manage to find it once more and take it into my mouth. Max grabbed me by the hair to hold me still, so at least I wasn't going to lose it again, though my problem now was simply being able to set up any kind of rhythm.
I suppose I could not have been doing too badly, Max's cock was as big and hard as it could get and I could actually feel it throbbing against my tongue. But Max's arousal brought its own difficulties, as I slid his cock in and out of my mouth and along my tongue, a particularly strong shock from behind rammed it deeply against my throat, causing me to gag, almost completely stopping me from breathing. I must admit panicked a little at this, but Max seemed neither to know nor care of my problems, grasping my hair as he held me in place, oblivious to my distress until my frantic wriggling made him relax his hold. Even then he did not allow me to completely eject his penis from my mouth, making me learn to accommodate both his pleasure and my over vigorous fucking - fucking that was getting more and more aggressive as the man approached orgasm. I know it sounds strange, but I loved it. To be totally depersonalised, to be turned into nothing more than a toy was fantastic. Even my fear and discomfort only added to me pleasure and I just knew that my pussy was soaking wet.
The grip on my hips was becoming painful as my lover tried to ensure that his forceful fucking did not send me sprawling away from him. His body was banging violently against my buttocks and I realised that he was getting close to his climax. A sudden and irrelevant shaft of sympathy for his usual partner went through my mind. Thank God I didn't have to get fucked by this animal every time. Then he was there, pushing and grinding against my bottom as his cum spewed from his cock.
I felt his climax, aware of his cock jerking as he came, but I missed the feel of cum flooding my pussy and I cursed the condom he was wearing. Somehow it would have felt much more appropriate for him to ignore my safety and shoot into my unprotected womb.
The man slowly withdrew his rapidly shrinking cock and as it finally slipped from my body I prepared to concentrate on sucking Max to his climax. If I couldn't have my pussy full at least I might be allowed to have my mouth filled with beautiful cum. But it was not to be and to my dismay he pushed my head away.
"Let's change things around."
I felt rejected and alarmed. Why would he stop me in my duty of service to him? Why would he give me back to the stranger, who could not possibly be ready again already and who would only stick a limp dick in my mouth and then blame me for its failure to revive? But then I consoled myself with the thought that Max would perhaps fuck me, a pleasure I was yet to enjoy.
Max wriggled himself free from me and I felt his weight lift from the bed. Moments later I was pulled backwards to allow a new weight to take his place and I felt new legs placed either side of me. I resigned myself to having to go down on the man who had so violently used my pussy. Strangely, at that moment the music stopped playing and the sudden silence added to my sense of foreboding. As he settled and I was pushed firmly forward, and so I opened my mouth ready to encircle his (must be) flaccid cock and reached forward with my hands to search for it.
But then I jerked back in sudden alarm. My hands encountered thighs all right, but not a man's thighs. These thighs were smooth and sensuous, and the scent that came to me was not that of a randy man, but the much more erotic scent of an highly aroused woman, Who the hell was this, where did she come from, and what was I expected to do?
This last question was soon answered. "Lick her. You said you liked the taste."
It was, I realised with sudden horror, the scent that had been on the fingers thrust into my mouth a while before. My own juices must have been on his other hand and must have been given to her to silently taste. I pulled further away, recoiling at the thought of touching another woman and with the knowledge that I was not gay uppermost in my mind.
"Lick her." Max was ordering me, and in the background a man was laughing quietly at my predicament.
I could not disobey, yet my whole being rebelled at the idea of going down on a woman. I knelt, repelled yet weirdly excited, totally confused and uncertain how to proceed. I wanted to please Max and I felt a bizarre stirring at the prospect of sexual contact with someone of my own sex, but my mind rebelled and I was frozen in place, unable to go on.
Slap. I felt the sting of a hand across my bottom. "Do it."
Slap. The second one was much harder and tears of pain and frustration sprang to my eyes.
I had no choice, and I inched reluctantly forward, my hands sliding along smooth female thighs and my mouth opening tentatively for what I knew it would find. And then my lips encountered smooth flesh, the top of a woman's thigh. Given my bearings I moved haltingly towards my target, my tongue cautiously flicking out to taste the warm flesh my mouth was passing over. And then I was there.
My mouth had finally reached its goal; the smooth lips of a woman's shaven pussy lay beneath my searching tongue. And searching it was. Gone was the timidity and uncertainty. A thrill went through me as we made contact and I was no longer repelled by the thought of eating pussy. Why I don't know. Perhaps the knowledge that I had already tasted her juices helped, perhaps my position of servitude to Max helped, but for whatever the reason I was suddenly able to make love to a woman without a second thought.
More of a surprise, and a pleasure, was her shaven state, my tongue was able to explore between the swollen pussy lips without hindrance, freely encountering again the highly erotic taste of her pussy. I gently spread open the pussy lips with my fingers and began my exploration of this woman's pussy, my tongue finding and entering her vagina before moving upwards to discover for the first time the feel of a clit between my lips. She was already highly aroused and soaking wet, and as soon as my mouth found the hard little nub of her clit she began to gasp and push herself towards me. I was now very hot myself and the hope grew in me that maybe my own pussy would receive similar attentions.
I remembered Danny's techniques from when he blessed me by going down on me and I copied them, hoping to give this woman the most pleasure my inexperience would allow. I drew the clit into my mouth and licked it with the tip of my tongue, flicking it lightly before sucking hard on it and nibbling with gentle teeth. Softly and then hard, slowly and then rapidly, I lapped at the clit between my lips, bringing the now moaning woman higher and higher in her arousal. Then I began to lick the whole length of her pussy, using the flat of my tongue pressed against it, travelling from the vaginal entrance to the very top of the slit and back, sucking in her juices and actually enjoying the taste.
My anonymous partner was now getting close to orgasm, for her hands were clamped around my head, pulling my face into the pussy so that my nose and cheeks became wet with gorgeous female lubrication as her uncontrolled hips jerked to the tune of my dancing tongue. I licked her all up and down between her pussy lips, darting into her hole then teasing a very swollen clit, while all the time trying hard to keep in contact against her more and more frantic movements. Finally, with her hips raised way above the mattress and her hands clamping my face hard against her pussy, the woman came, a half groan, half scream, announcing the arrival of her climax. Right to the end I managed to keep my tongue against her pussy and I felt strangely proud of myself for that achievement
With the woman's hips now still and her hands removed from the back of my head, I relaxed behind my blindfold, feeling happy at a job well done and forgetting for the moment the circumstances of these new found pleasures. I rested my cheek against the join of my partner's thighs, a little smile of satisfaction flitting briefly across my face, even though the one-sided nature of our contact had left my own pussy with a frustrated ache.
My reverie was broken by a sudden return to the world of reality that came with hands undoing the fastening of my blindfold. Blinking against the light I looked hastily around, a surge of embarrassment passing through me now I couldn't hide behind the darkness. But I was eager to see the woman I had been enjoying as well as finding out who had been the man who had enjoyed me.
The man was much as I had expected, maybe mid thirties, about the same age as Max and a year or so older than myself. He was tall and well built, with a square face and a shaved head. He was a obviously a self confident man, even naked he carried himself with a kind of supercilious disdain that marked him as used to giving orders. I must admit that his strength pleased me and I was not at all surprised that he had fucked me so forcefully. I would not object if he wanted to do so again.
The woman was more of a girl, and a very beautiful one at that. She was aged about nineteen or twenty, certainly no more than twenty-one or two, blonde, slender, with pert breasts and with the sort of face that gets referred to as 'cute' or 'impish'. She was looking at me somewhat timidly, as if wondering what my reaction would be at seeing her. She needn't have worried, apart from her comparative youth I could not have picked a more attractive partner for my first 'bi' experience.
The two men were standing at either side of the bed, quietly watching both of us as they had done throughout, and I instinctively knew what they expected of us. Without words I unfastened my own leg restraints and rolled onto my side. Then I reached out and pulled the girl down beside me. She was still breathing a little heavily from her orgasm, but I kissed her briefly and gently full on the lips. She smiled at me, flashing a glance at the other man as if seeking permission, and then allowed me to draw her into my embrace. We held each other quite tenderly, our arms encircling and our legs intertwined so that I could feel the soft pressure of her pussy on my thigh. Ignoring the presence of the two men we followed our instincts and kissed again, this time with more feeling. It was as if she held back for a second, but then I felt her body relax against mine and her tongue begin to probe uncertainly into my mouth.
Max seemed to understand our need to establish a bond between us, it was the first same sex encounter for me and, I think, for her, but her man had less patience and his breaking of the peaceful scene brought momentary frowns from the others.
"Alison." He said sharply, revealing her name. "Alison, don't you think you should thank her for a hell of a good climax? And do it properly."
Alison almost visibly shook herself out of her trance and looked meekly up. "Yes, Master" she answered, before turning back to me and, speaking subserviently, said "Thank you for my orgasm, which I most certainly did not deserve, for I am not worthy of such pleasures."
The look of shock at her phrasing and total disbelief on my face brought laughter from the two men and tearful shame from Alison.
"Oh, yes," Her Master laughed, "Just as you are Max's slut, if only for tonight, this slag is mine. You are two of a kind. You are our possessions, our slaves; it is your duty to entertain, to satisfy, and to do anything and everything that we may wish. I know that Max has already given you just a taste of what happens to whores who don't do as they are told? But Alison knows more, don't you my little bitch?"
This man had no idea how much discipline I had enjoyed from my own Master, and I inwardly smiled at his ignorance as his 'sub' answered.
"Yes, Master" Replied Alison, her eyes avoiding mine.
"What happens to ungrateful harlots, Alison?" He inquired,
Still looking away through tearful eyes Alison spoke in little more than a whisper. "When my Master wishes me to carry out a duty and I am thoughtless enough not to do it properly or speedily enough, my Master exercises his right to give me proper guidance and chastisement. This he does through a certain number of strokes of a cane or by fastening me to a frame he has built at home, leaving me there to think over my many imperfections before using his belt to ensure my future obedience. This I treasure, for I know that through his chastisements I will grow more willing and able to give my Master satisfaction, as is his due."
I lay dumbfounded at this beautiful girl's total obedience. Even though I am a submissive I had not thought to be quite so subservient. I take Danny's discipline with inward fortitude, absorbing whatever pain and punishment he cares to inflict. I clearly had a long way yet to go along the road. Tonight was becoming an eye-opener in many ways. I just hoped that Danny would be able to properly use his slut on her return to him.
The voice that came over my speechless consternation was Max's.
"Now that we all now where we each stand, it is only fair that you receive the pleasure that you have earned. Lie back on the bed and open your legs."
For a brief moment I did not register his words, but his single step forward brought me to my senses and, with a feeling, part fear and part pleasure, I did as I was told, once again feeling shameful embarrassment at baring my most intimate parts to everyone's gaze and revealing my state of arousal.
"May I use your slut for this?" Max asked his friend.
"Of course, so long as you don't damage her."
The two men discussed us as they might the loan of a lawnmower.
"Alison," Max instructed "You will now pleasure that harlot by your side. Make her cum."
Obediently Alison moved down the bed and leaned over ready to bring her mouth to my pussy. I spread her legs wider, ready to receive Alison's attentions, and in fact longing for the feel of girl's tongue against my clit.
"Not like that."
We both looked across at Max in surprise and disappointment.
"Use this."
Max fished in his chest of drawers and withdrew from it a large strap-on dildo. Alison accepted the contraption and, after climbing off the bed and experimenting with its unfamiliar fastenings, she threaded her legs through the straps and pulled it into place. It was the type that had a clit stimulator at the back and it took her a few moments to seat it comfortably between her pussy lips, and this delay gave me the chance to come to terms with the idea of being fucked by a false penis attached to a beautiful girl. And Alison was beautiful beyond doubt, with long blonde hair and a body to die for, and I watched avidly as she wriggled the dildo into place, appreciating the jiggle of her breasts. They were just the kind I wanted for myself, small and firm with the comparatively long pert nipples that looked right out at the world as if in defiance. I badly wanted the chance to suckle on those nipples.
Alison stood quietly, the dildo jutting out from her pelvis, passively awaiting her next command, and I realised then just how patiently and silently she could have stood in the room, not revealing her presence, all the time that her Master playing with me and fucking me in front of her. That is what the music had been for I know realised. I admired Alison's silent obedience and vowed to learn it myself, for Danny's sake.
"Ok, now fuck her." Alison climbed back onto the bed and positioned herself between my thighs, looking shyly into my eyes as the tip of the dildo stabbing into the side of my pussy lips. Neither of us had experienced a strap-on before, and so it was not until I reached down, positioning the end of the artificial cock at the entrance to my vagina and pulling Alison to her, that I was successfully penetrated. Alison pushed gently and uncertainly forward, pressing the dildo further into my waiting pussy whilst I moved towards her in silent support.
I wanted this fucking, longing for the feel of the womanly body moving against me. Taking encouragement from my clear acceptance Alison set up a slow and sinuous rhythm, pushing herself against me so that the dildo filled my passage and its base pressed back against her clitoris. The dildo itself had felt cool as it entered me, but it had no trouble sliding inside my wet and slippery pussy and as the coldness eased I began to enjoy its presence. It was like being fucked by a very, very hard cock, but a cock that was attached to the warm, soft, and sensuous body of a woman, and I loved it.
We fucked gently but passionately, long firm thrusts contrasting with the hard aggressive shafting of men, and it was not long before we were breathing heavily and erratically as we responded to each other. Alison was partly supporting herself on her elbows and her hands had found their way to my breasts, her thumbs teasing my nipples as she thrust in and out of my pussy. In contrast, I had my arms wrapped tightly around her back, holding her firmly to me, with my legs parted and pulled back as far as I could get them in order to enjoy the deepest possible penetration. I know it was selfish, but I needed to cum. I was desperate for the release that had so far been denied me and that I had now been promised.
I had closed her eyes when the first feelings of pleasure had passed through me, ashamed to let myself be seen to respond to a woman's touch and very conscious of the gaze of two men watching a dildo thrusting in and out of my pussy. But then a harder than usual push from Alison caused my eyes to spring open automatically and to make contact with her Master's gaze. The look on his face did not register understanding and I looked across to the other side of the bed to Max, only to met with the same look of wide eyed concentration. It was only then that movements in Max's shoulders made me glance down to his hands and I realised, suddenly and with a surge of horniness that both men were masturbating, wanking hard over the vision of myself and Alison deep in the throes of passion.
Watching Max's hand moving rapidly back and forth along the length of his cock I felt suddenly proud of the display that we were presenting to the men, and I began to deliberately push back against the dildo as I began the slow climb towards orgasm. Ideally I wanted its base to push on Alison's clit and bring her to orgasm just as its shaft got me there. I had no idea if she knew what the men were doing, but I wanted them to see what two women can do to each other and how hard they can make each other cum.
Alison's partner began to grunt at his approaching climax and he moved forwards to the very edge of the bed, his hand moving ever more rapidly and his hips thrusting at thin air. Then with a final groan he came, spurting his cum in long gouts over us both so that his semen splattered over Alison's back and arse and splashed onto my thighs. The effect on Alison was electrifying, she responded to her Master's cum with little cries of pleasure and began thrusting harder and faster, ramming deep into me and wildly taking us both up towards our own climaxes.
My eyes were now fastened firmly on Max, whilst I clung onto Alison's back to get the most from my lover's ecstatic fucking, watching him in my erotic abandon as he worked towards his climax. His eyes were almost closed as he concentrated on his pleasure, but as his climax approached he too moved to the bedside, clearly also intent on cumming over us as we made love on his bed. I moved my head across so that I could view him better, looking now over Alison's other shoulder without the girl's head in the way, and on seeing this Max signalled for me to open my mouth, his intention obvious. My heart skipped a beat and I did so willingly, happy that I was finally going to taste his cum.
Leaning forward and rubbing his cock harder and harder Max finally reached his climax, shooting his cum in long strings over us, aiming into my face and open mouth. His aim was by no means perfect, some of his cum hit Alison's shoulder and some went into her hair, but most did land on my lips and out-thrust tongue and I took it greedily into my mouth, savouring the deliciously salty taste. At long last I had been used for what I was designed to be, a receptacle for a man's spunk. The pleasure this gave me was profound and entirely separate to the purely sexual pleasure of Alison fucking me.
At the same time Alison was reaching her orgasm, thrusting the dildo hard into my pussy she ground her pubic bone against mine to get as much pressure as possible between her own clit and the base of the strap-on. Then, at the height of her passion she clamped her mouth over mine, forcing her tongue between my lips and searching the interior of my mouth, as if determined to have her share of Max's spunk.
All this was simply too much for me. My body exploded in a frenzy of bucking, jerking, spastic counterthrusts as my own orgasm ripping through me. For almost a full minute we both pushed frantically against each other, our bodies out of control, my pussy trying desperately to devour the dildo, while it seemed that Alison was equally determined to flatten her own clit with it. But eventually our orgasms began to fade and we lay panting and gasping in each others arms, utterly and completely spent, with the semen of the two men still running from us and mixing with the sweat that beaded our bodies.
It was Alison who moved first, raising her head and looking around to seek the approval of her Master. But he was sitting on the ottoman against the wall, still in a post orgasmic quietness himself, and he just nodded his agreement to her without speaking. This made me wonder what Max thought, and I sought his gaze, feeling my heart leap with unexpected delight as he smiled his approval. I couldn't repress a little return smile of my own, though I don't think he realised that mine was partly caused by his knackered appearance.
He stood with one of his hands holding onto the corner of the bed headboard and the other resting on the bed beside her thigh, his penis now little more than a stub of worn flesh hiding among the forest of his pubes. He too was obviously spent, rubber legs finding difficulty in supporting him.
Just then, withdrawing the dildo gently from my pussy, Alison rolled off and lay beside me, not even bothering to hide her own pussy or even to remove the strap-on. She, like everyone else in that bedroom, was waiting for her heartbeat to return to normal. She and I looked towards each other and, with a completely instinctive movement, reached out to take each other's hands and to squeeze them gently, smiling affectionately at each other.
For probably a full ten minutes this tableau remained still, until Max finally said, to no-one in particular, "I need a cigarette and a coffee." hauled himself to his feet, and half walking, half staggering, made his way, still naked, to the bedroom door.
As for me, I just lay there, mulling over the night's events and adjusting to the changes within me. I just hoped that Danny and Dianne had enjoyed their time together so far as much as I had enjoyed my time with Max. Not, of course, that the night was over yet, though I wasn't sure how much more I could take.
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