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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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this is my first attempt at writing a story like this. It was written for L, and to be honest I've never read it back so spelling and grammar may be a little off. Those of you who don't enjoy themes of sub/dom, bdsm and group sex might not want to read on  hope you enjoy and a bit of feedback would be great x
After The Party
You look at the clock on the far wall and you can’t believe that it’s still only half past nine, how much more of this shit are you going to have to put up with?
You knew exactly what this night was going to be like the second your husband brought it up and if you could have found an excuse, any excuse to duck out you would have done so, but you knew how important it was to him to make an impression with his new employers so there was no escape.
Any trepidation you may have felt about coming here is only amplified when you first arrive. The size of the house, as well as the fact that it is so isolated make it feel extremely imposing, the shadows of the early evening only enhance your apprehension.
To be greeted with the usual platitudes and bullshit doesn’t make you feel any easier. You don’t want to be here and from the impression you get from your hosts you’re not particularly wanted here either. Still, you’ll do your best to maintain the pretense for your husband’s sake.
The party is exactly what you expected, a bunch of affected snobs basking in their own glory and throwing scraps to the baying subordinates so eager to make their mark. So here you are, sitting alone in a room full of strangers hearing every excruciating tick of the clock even above the sound of the conversation and the background music.
It’s not even as if you are getting any attention from your husband. For the last hour or so he has been sitting talking to the pretty, petite brunette in the corner who has been flirting with him outrageously, and as always he is lapping up the attention, oblivious to the intent!
Perhaps that’s why you have found yourself getting so d*unk so quickly. Since you arrived you have constantly had a drink in your hand and the speed with which they’ve gone down along with the atmosphere in the room has begun to make your head spin. All of a sudden all you can think about is getting out of here for a bit of fresh air, or maybe even to get a taxi and get away from this horrible place. You consider telling your husband, but why should you bother – it’s not like he will even notice that you’ve left and he certainly doesn’t deserve your consideration right now any way!
You want to exit the room without making any kind of fuss so you compose yourself for a second with a couple of deep breaths and stand. Then, as you approach the doorway, with all the dignity you can muster you hold your head high and stroll out of the room looking far more confident than you actually feel.
You find yourself in a massive foyer with a grandiose two tier stairway. You realise that you have absolutely no idea where you will find your coat. The entrances to the rest of the ground floor are cordoned off so your only option is to go up the stairs. The first couple of rooms you come across upstairs are bathrooms, each of which are ostentatiously decorated and big enough to home a family of four! The third room you open the door to takes you by surprise. It is relatively small, with very little in the way of ornamentation. The walls are plain and with the light off it is difficult to make out the colour save to say that they appear to be quite dark. There is a bed in the room, bizarrely placed right in the centre and unmade. It has an ornate wrought iron head board which contrasts the simplicity of the rest of the room.
All of a sudden you get that rushing feeling of room spin as you stand in the doorway of the unlit room and all you can think about is getting off your feet for a minute. The coat can wait; if you don’t sit down right now you know exactly what the result will be. You stagger forward unsteadily and lurch onto the bed. The heavy door creaks shut behind you and you lie on the bed in total darkness desperately wish that the whole world would stop moving around you.
A sharp slapping feeling across your left breast startles you, rousing you back to consciousness. Within a split second you become frantically aware several defining factors of the position you have found yourself in.
Firstly, you open your eyes only to find that you still can’t see a thing. Someone has blindfolded you so well that not even a hint of light reaches your eyes, so all you are greeted with is total darkness.
You try to call out immediately, panic already setting in, only to find that the soft, slightly spongy ball in your mouth which is strapped tightly around the back of your head muffles your every sound.
The cool air against your body tells you that you are no longer clothed (as does the rough texture of the mattress against your back). You instinctively try to sit up only to discover that your hands are bound together at the wrist, palm to palm, and that the rope which holds them stretches above you and is attached to something which holds you firmly in place. You reach up and feel the cold iron of the headboard and realise that you are still on the bed, still in the small dark room. The rope isn’t tight enough to feel uncomfortable but you can feel that there is no way you will be able to free yourself.Panic really starts to set in now. Realising that you feet are not tied to anything you begin to thrash about, desperately trying to free yourself. You plant your heels firmly on the bed, bucking your hips and twisting your body in vain. You can’t even dislodge the blindfold. Painfully aware of your predicament, of the fact that you are completely vulnerable in a strange house in the middle of nowhere, you can’t help but call out. No-one is coming to rescue you though and even if there was someone nearby you know that the gag in your mouth would prevent them from hearing you.
You very quickly move on to the questions of how, why and more importantly WHO as you mind seeks to desperately to take stock of the situation. Your movements become more desperate but nothing seems to help at all and you can feel all sense of rationality slipping away.
“STOP!”
The man’s voice shocks you enough that you immediately comply with his command. Suddenly you are not alone at all, you never have been. You don’t recognise the voice. The realisation that he has been watching you struggle makes you feel even more defenceless.
He has you completely at his mercy.
You start trying to free yourself again.
Snap!
Once again you feel that sharp slapping feeling, this time across your right breast and you let out a small squeal. Awake and aware this time, you realise that it is some kind of whip or riding crop that the man is using, although this doesn’t make the throbbing feeling where it hit you feel any easier.
“I said stop you stupid bitch!”
His voice sounds calm and authoritative. He has complete control of the situation and he knows it (and so do you)! You have no choice other than to do as he says so you lie still on the bed, breathing heavily as you try to retain a little bit of calmness. If you are going to get out of this then you know that you will have to do exactly as you are told.
“That’s better. If I have to tell you one more time then you will have to be punished, do you understand?”
You try to reply past the ball gag only to feel the same stinging pain as the crop hits you once again, this time on your inner thigh, and you let out another small scream as you wince from the pain.
“I don’t remember asking you to speak you pathetic little slut. Is it really so difficult just to nod your head? I can see this is going to be a long night for you unless you learn to modify your behaviour pretty quickly.”You flinch, waiting for the next blow to come. The room is silent again, so quiet that you can hear nothing but your own laboured breathing. You lie there frozen, not knowing what is to come or when it will happen. It feels as if every muscle in you body is tensed in anticipation, waiting, waiting. You know he is watching you, making you wait, building the tension.
“You really are alone here you know.”
You nod your head in reply, hoping that it is the response he wants.
“I guess part of you is wondering where your husband is? I don’t suppose he would even have known that you had gone if I hadn’t told him. He was far to busy with that beautiful new colleague of his to pay any attention to anything that you did tonight!”
You wince at this far more than you did at the thought of the crop hitting you again.
“Why would he want to pay attention to a cheap and nasty whore like you when he had her company all night...?”
You can almost hear the sneer on his face in the way that he says it,
“...and by the time I had finished feeding him champagne he was most pliable and open to suggestion. I informed him that you had left earlier in a taxi in a most foul mood due to his unforgivable behaviour and that if he valued his marriage at all he would spend the night on the couch to give you a little time and space to get over it. By now the idiot will be snoring and it won’t be until some time tomorrow that he even realises that you are missing.”
Once again you can feel the overwhelming panic starting to build, and you struggle not to start throwing yourself around to try and break free again.
“By my reckoning that gives us several hours at least to have fun before anyone even tries to find you.”
Your heart starts to thud in your chest, so loud that it pulses in your ears and you start to feel dizzy again.
“As I have told you, if you misbehave I WILL punish you. If you want this night to go well for you then you WILL do everything that I tell you to and I will have you home before he even wakes up...”
You let go of that breath that has been lodged in your chest as it sinks in that you are going to get out of this, that you will be going home. The relief you feel is almost palpable and although you are still trapped you suddenly feel strangely free, like having freedom from choice also gives you freedom from responsibility or accountability.
It’s not like you haven’t at least experimented a little and tried this sort of thing at home with your husband, and while you are wearing the blindfold, you now realise, it will be easy to lose yourself in the illusion that that is exactly where you are right now and that it is him and not some stranger who is toying with you. You know that you can not only get through this but maybe you can even indulge in a little fantasy and wish fulfilment while you’re at it.
“Tonight you are nothing more than my slave, my dirty little fuck-toy to do with as I please! You have no say in any of this, you will simply do as I say and you will love every little second of it because you are nothing more than a slut. Do you understand?”
You nod your head again.
You feel his finger stroking gently down the inside of you left arm, causing you to tremble slightly. The tenderness of his touch takes you completely by surprise. The finger carries on tracing down the side of you body, glancing over the nipple of your left breast which hardens instantly. You gasp slightly and start to feel yourself getting wet.
“Turn on your side.”
Despite his now gentle touch, his voice retains it tone of authority and you instantly obey. You are under no illusion that he is still in control here, and now you even find yourself trying to instantly accede to his wishes. As you start getting wetter, and as you whole body starts to feel more sensitive to its vulnerable state and to the slightest of touches, you even find yourself wanting to do as you’re told. You roll your body so that you are now laid on your right side facing away from you captor. His index finger traces a line smoothly down your spine and you can’t help but shake at his touch. Suddenly his finger is gone; he’s no longer touching you at all.
Smack!!!
The blow comes with no warning and takes you completely by surprise! There is no mistaking the fact that it is the palm of his hand that makes contact with your exposed arse, catching you right across the left cheek and making you arch your back. You fight back the urge to cry out; you know that is not part of the game. The spot where his hand came down throbs and feels warm. Without meaning to, you roll onto your back again. He grabs your hip and throws you back onto your side. Again his hand crashes down, this time slapping the other cheek, leaving a stinging, tingling sensation. You manage not to pull away, the spot where he has just slapped you still throbs slightly and just as the sensation begins to fade he slaps you three more times in quick succession, again in the exact same place that he spanked you last time. The throbbing feeling is almost too much and yet you feel so wet right now!
You tense your body as you wait for his hand to slap you again!
The tension builds.
The wait is exquisite. You feel shivers shooting down your spine, through your pussy. Your thighs shake ever so slightly as you keep them tensed waiting for the inevitable blow.
Without warning he runs the palm of his hand so gently across the inflamed spot where he has just slapped you that you can only just feel it. The contrast makes you gasp out loud as he begins to once again trace the tip of his finger across the now incredibly sensitive area. You can’t help but moan slightly and to wish that he would put that finger inside you, but once again he stops touching you and you are left completely in the dark and desperately wet.
You roll onto your back. Your breathing is heavy now. You want to be touched!
You need to be touched!
You open your legs, inviting him to touch you!
You feel his hand close around your throat and suddenly his other hand is stroking your exposed pussy. He pins you to the bed, his hand strong and his grip firm enough to keep you lying on your back. He slides a finger inside you and you bite down hard on the ball in your mouth and breathe in sharply. Another finger moves across your clit before it too is pushed inside your now soaking wet pussy.
“You love this don’t you, you dirty little whore?”
You lie still not knowing whether you should respond.
“I asked you a fucking question slut!”
You nod your head as much you can.
He removes his fingers and starts to slap your pussy, not too hard at first but building each time he makes contact. You start to buck your hips again but he has you pinned. Just as it starts to feel like too much to bear he stops again! Every inch of your pussy is trembling; it’s never felt so sensitive. He pushes his fingers back inside you, this time moving them back and forth, but the second you react he pulls them out and slaps your pussy again. You can’t stop yourself from groaning loudly partly through frustration, the spanking feels amazing but you want those fingers back inside you now!
“Do you think this is for you? Do you think it’s about you enjoying yourself? I knew you would love this, I can spot a pathetic little sub like you from a mile away, I can do whatever I want to you and you will thank me for it because you are nothing but a slut! This is not about you, this is about me! You are nothing. Do you understand me? If you continue being such a slut I will just have to punish you even more!”
You feel a sudden snap across your tit, similar to the one which woke you in the first place. As you yelp at the sudden pain it happens again on your other tit. The sound it makes and the way it feels against your skin make you realise that it can’t be a whip, but whatever it is, he continues to hit you with it on both of your tits but with the occasional blow landing on the inside of your thighs. You wriggle on the bed, trying in vain to avoid the biting smacks of what you now realise must be some sort of riding crop. The pain reaches a crescendo and you cry out and then...
Nothing!
Once again you are lying in the dark, the only sensations are those left by the crop. The room is silent again except for your own breathing.
Suddenly his voice breaks the silence again.
“I’m tired of doing all the work. Time to earn your freedom bitch! Let’s see if we can put that mouth of yours to good use!”
He pulls your head forward and unclips the fastening of the ball gag,
“Feel free to scream, no-one will hear you! But remember that if you want this to go easily for you, you will behave yourself.”
You nod your head and breathe in deeply as your mouth becomes free of obstruction. You consider saying something for a split second but hold back, not wanting to antagonise your assailant.
“Lie back and open your mouth slut!”
You instantly do exactly as you are told; you no longer hesitate at all, so caught up in the moment. All of your fear is gone and all you can think about is the wetness between your thighs, the light burning sensation where he’s spanked and whipped you and how much you want to be fucked right now. You open your mouth and wait almost impatiently for his cock.
You feel him climb onto the bed and kneel, straddling you, your head and upraised arms between his thighs. But something doesn’t feel right. You let out a muffled shout as a pussy is lowered onto your waiting face, smothering you and taking you completely by surprise. The illusion of this being you and your husband is shattered immediately and finally.
What the fuck is going on? A woman is now sitting directly on your face, slowly gyrating back and forth and cutting off your air supply.
Just as you are thinking that you have a handle on this whole situation everything changes and all of your control is taken away. She moves back slowly, allowing you to breathe and you gasp for air! You try to speak, to ask what the hell is going on, but as you begin to try you are abruptly cut off....
“Shhhhhhh!”
It’s the woman’s voice, surprisingly soft. She sits back, her firm pert arse resting across your chest. Her thighs feel soft and smooth against the underside up your arms. She has placed one finger across your mouth in a kind of ‘hushing’ gesture. You can feel from where your bodies meet and from her weight that she must be quite small. Her thighs feel warm and you are acutely aware that her pussy is barely inches from your face. With your hands still tied you are completely at her mercy. You also know that she is not alone; you presume that the man must still be there as you haven’t heard anyone leave the room. In fact you didn’t hear anyone enter either so she must have been here the whole time, watching, enjoying your torture at his hands (which is quite obvious from the wetness of her pussy).
“Oh sweetie, you really are in trouble aren’t you.”
The woman’s voice is gentle, with a marked, almost posh accent. She sounds like she is genuinely concerned for you. You wonder if she is playing the good cop to his bad.
“Not that you’re complaining though, are you bitch!”
The undisguised malice and glee in her voice quickly dispels any idea you might have about her being the good one here...
“A dirty, common little fucking whore like you dreams of being fucked like this don’t you?!”
She leans back slightly and grabs hold of one of your nipples, pinching it roughly between her finger and thumbs. You stifle back a scream, biting your bottom lip hard.
“I asked you a fucking question!” she snarls without raising her voice at all.
You nod your head frantically to avoid another pinch.
“That’s better whore! I bet you thought he was treating you roughly didn’t you sweetie? I bet you thought that if you laid there and took it everything would be ok, didn’t you? Trust me sweetie, he was just the start, from now on I’m in charge and you will have to make me very happy if you want this to go well for you, do you understand?”
Again you nod your head, not daring to utter a single sound.
“Look at you! Dripping wet, like putty in his hands. You’d do anything right now to please him wouldn’t you, and you’d love doing it too. Love the attention. Love the fact that you can justify it by saying that you have no choice, but you and I both know that you’d do it all anyway wouldn’t you? You do it because you are nothing but a pathetic, needy little whore.”
Suddenly she squeezes both of your nipples again and you nod your head hoping it will make the pain go away.
“I guess I’m not doing this hard enough!” she shouts, squeezing both nipples firmly and now twisting them slightly. You can’t hold it back any longer, a single, solitary scream escaping from your throat.
“That’s better! I was starting to think you‘re enjoying this a little too much sweetie, and we can’t have that can we? This isn’t for your pleasure after all, it’s for ours! Don’t think that I didn’t notice how eager you were a moment ago to get his cock in your mouth either sweetie. The cock, and everything else in this room belongs to me bitch, you don’t get anything unless I want you to have it, and trust me darling, he’ll want a real woman to make him cum anyway, not a sad little cum slut like you!
Now let’s see what you can do with that tongue of yours. Let’s see if you can put me in a good enough mood to maybe let you have at least a little bit of fuss shall we? If you manage to make me forget my utter contempt for you for a while I might be obliged to go a little easier on you. But the cock is mine honey, mine to play with. You don’t even get to watch me suck it. You don’t get to see me make him cum. You concentrate on me and making me happy and nothing else, do you understand?”
You nod your head again and she inches forward until you can feel her pussy right next to your mouth. Tentatively you stick out your tongue and gently lick her, starting at the top of her inner thigh and then moving across the lips of her pussy. There is not a trace of hair and the skin itself is wonderfully smooth and feels swollen. The tip of your tongue slides gently from the bottom of her pussy all the way up to where clit is enclosed by her labia.
Her left hand remains on your left tit and once again she grabs the nipple and pinches it tightly, this time only for a split second before she releases it and starts to stroke the whole breast, cupping it in the palm of her hand and kneading it lightly. She leans back slightly and grabbing your hair, she pulls your face right into her pussy, your tongue slipping between her labia, and suddenly you can taste her, feel how wet she is inside. Your tongue pushes inside her and you hear he moan, feel her hips start to grind as she slowly begins to fuck your face. You run the flat of your tongue up towards her clit, her wetness rubbing against the whole of your mouth, and as your tongue slides over the clit you flick it gently with the tip and she starts to moan loudly. She pulls away slightly, releasing your hair so your head fall back on the bed, then leans toward you and whispers wickedly...
“This is what your husband wanted to do to me all night...”
It’s HER! It’s the fucking bitch from the party. Not satisfied with humiliating you in front of everyone by flirting with your husband all night, now she is going to have her way with you and there isn’t a thing you can do about it. Instinctively your stomach muscles tense and you want to reach out and grab her and drag her off, but you know that nothing has changed, you still have to do as you are told, you have to make the bitch happy!
“Come here!”
She says - you don’t know if it’s aimed at you or him.
You hear him moan and you hear the sound of her licking and sucking and you know that she has his cock in her mouth and that she is doing it because she knows it is exactly what you wanted to do. Again she grabs onto your hair and buries your face deep between her thighs and you have no choice other than to lick her, to be a good little girl.
You can feel the slight rocking motion of her body and you know that she is moving her head, taking his cock deep into and back out of her mouth. You can hear his moans getting louder and faster and you know that she has complete control over you both. You grip the lips of her pussy between your own lips, teasing them with your tongue and sucking them hard. You force your tongue as deeply inside her as you can, moving it around in a circular motion. You can feel her getting wetter and wetter, her taste seeming to get sweeter the more you lick her. She scratches her nails firmly up your stomach then caresses your nipples which are so hard and so sensitive now that your whole body shivers every time they are touched. It’s almost as if your body is betraying you, you can’t believe how wet you feel yourself, how much you’re getting turned on by this bitch! All your other thoughts seem to have disappeared, illusive, you struggle to hold on to anything cohesive at all, so lost in the moment, in the physical that nothing else could possibly matter. The sounds of her mouth as she sucks on his cock hard and fast. The groans from the man as he gets closer and closer to cumming. And then she leans back slightly and with her free hand she starts to play with your clit. Your legs open wide as she begins to rub it, knowing exactly how to touch you, exactly what you want. She slips her fingers inside you with ease; you are so wet now you feel like she could make you cum whenever she wants to.
Her fingers stay inside you, curled up against your g-spot as her thumb begins to rub your clit firmly.
She stops rocking back and forth, and grabs your hair again. The sounds have stopped and you realise that she is now concentrating solely on you. She is making enough noises now that you know that she is enjoying your tongue, that you are pleasing her and also that she must have stopped sucking his cock to be so loud.
All of a sudden you feel his cock slide between your cupped hands at the top of the bed. It feel slick from her mouth and from how close he is to cumming. You can feel the large vein running just to one side along the top of the shaft, and you can’t help but picture it in your mind as you run your hands gently down its length. You imagine your fingers your, perfectly manicured nails, painted in the blue nail varnish your husband asked you to wear specially for the night against his flesh. You slide the tip of your fingernail on your index finger across the top of the penis and he shudders and moans loudly. You close your grip around it and feel it twitch slightly before becoming harder in your hands. With the little freedom you have you start to play with his cock, drawing the foreskin back as far as it will go before rubbing the other way. It pulses against your palms as you continue stroke it and his moans get louder.
“Seems...
Like...
The slut...
Is learning...”
The woman pants out, breathing heavily between each word. She takes her fingers out of your pussy and again scratches gently up your torso. You want them back in there more than anything in the world right now. You are about beg her to put them back when you suddenly feel a tongue lick the whole length of your completely exposed pussy. You close your thighs slightly and feel the rough cheeks of another man between your legs. You know that you can’t protest, but she was right, even if you could you wouldn’t! He tongue feels amazing, rubbing gently against your swollen clit, darting in and out of your pussy and making your hips move uncontrollably.
The fact that there are now three people using you as their plaything doesn’t faze you in the slightest now, so lost are you in the pure physicality of the whole situation. Your pussy throbs and with divine pleasure, the insides of your thighs are coated with your own wetness.
You lick feverishly at the pussy which grinds against your face; she tastes fantastic now, so wet. Her pussy is spread wide and you run your tongue over every part of it, exploring her intimately, pursing your lips around her swollen clit and sucking it hard. The more she moans and bucks her hips, the more excited and wet you become too. With your eyes covered every other type of sensory input seems magnified so much that you can barely cope with the sensations bombarding your whole body.
You want to make her cum so much now; you know that it will be enough to make you virtually explode into an orgasm of your own!
Your grip around the first mans cock tightens. It feels so hard between your fingers as you frantically stroke it, faster and harder. You feel that tell-tale twitch at the base of his cock that you know means he is barely managing to contain himself – that he is fighting to hold back cumming because he too is loving every second of what you are doing to him. Determined to take control of him, to make him lose that last bit of control, you move both hands over every inch of his cock making him moan louder and louder. You feel him lean forward and you know that he is kissing her, that their tongues are pressed together, lost in the passion of the moment.
To your frustration the man between your thighs moves away and stops licking you. You wish that your hands were free, that you could reach down and play with your clit, fuck yourself with your fingers. You feel so close now. Then, with no warning you feel his massively erect cock enter your pussy and you let out a scream of pleasure.
He immediately starts to thrust and pound his cock deep inside you, there is nothing gentle about it, and there can be no mistaking this for making love – he is simply fucking you as hard as he can. He grabs your ankles for better purchase and starts to fuck faster, faster and harder. He fucks you so hard that it hurts, but it hurts in the most amazing way. As he moves his hands down your legs, stopping to grip your thighs between his firm strong hands, you find yourself instinctively wrapping your legs around him. You hook your feet together, crossing them at the ankles and literally pull him deeper inside you. His torso feels lean and strong against your saturated thighs. He fucks you relentlessly, never letting up and you moan so loudly with each thrust that you are practically screaming in ecstasy. The woman, still riding your face and tongue, takes your screaming as an invitation to lean back and start to squeeze you right tit with her whole hand again. The sensation ripples throughout your whole body, every muscle tensed, every inch of your flesh more sensitive than you ever realised it could feel. She manages to slide her other hand down your stomach and between you and the man who is fucking you so hard. She probes with her fingers, finding your clit and rubbing it hard. The sensations from your clit are so acute that they seem to radiate out through your whole body and it begins to tremble euphorically. Your legs shake and if not for his grip on your thighs you know you would not be able to hold them in place.
You lie there, a rock hard cock pumping inside you, another being thrust between your hands, a woman grinding her pussy into your face as she plays with your naked body, and you gave never been so turned on in your entire life. You can feel the orgasm getting closer and closer, building in intensity as every second passes. You lick and stroke and fuck harder and more intensely than you ever have as you rapidly approach the biggest climax you have ever had, knowing that you will make all of your abductors cum with you.
“STOP!”
The woman commands as she moves her clit away from your face and both of the men immediately pull away from you. You could scream in frustration! You are so close now – what the fuck is she doing? Why did she make them stop?
“You don’t get to make anyone cum bitch! You have no say in how this goes and you don’t deserve their cum until I say so! You will only cum IF I let you, you fucking slut! The boys are mine to play with and you will just lie back and take whatever we have to give.”
She slaps your pussy hard and because it’s so sensitive now you scream loudly.
“Come here boys, time for a real woman to finish you both off!”
Suddenly you hate her again, but you still can’t help but be massively turned on by the fact that she is dominating you so mercilessly. Your body is still quivering and your pussy is wet to the point of almost dripping.
You hear both of the men come around and stand either side of the bed. One of the men grabs your hair and cranes your neck forward, forcing you to start licking at the woman’s pussy again.
“Time to make me cum bitch!”
She growls at you and starts to rub her pussy hard against your face. With no choice in the matter you begin to push your tongue deep inside her.
“Good girl!”
The woman starts to shake strangely on top of you and it takes you a while to realise that she has both of the men’s cocks, one in each hand, wanking them off furiously. Her hips are starting to buck again as she guides her clit towards your mouth. She doesn’t even care what you are doing, she is quite capable of making herself cum by grinding against you, you are nothing but her toy right now.
You can hear her kissing both of the men, they are all virtually oblivious to you, they are so caught up in each other. Your pussy aches and you just wish that one of them would touch you, would give you a little of that attention that they are lavishing on each other. Then you feel it. You feel a tongue barely glancing across your tender pussy. Your legs close slowly around the head of whoever it is that is down there, and to your surprise it is a smaller and smoother face with is no planted between your legs. It seems that you have been joined by a second woman. You are freaked out now; just how many people are there in the room? But your questions and your fear quickly dissolve as the woman gently and methodically begins to explore every part of your pussy. She obviously knows exactly what she is doing, compared to the man who licked her before this feels so much better. She is taking her time, making sure that your whole pussy is getting attention before settling on your clitoris. She licks the clit with the whole of her tongue, her teeth making the barest of contact before she starts to flick it rapidly with the tip of her tongue. She inserts her first two fingers inside you; they slide in with absolute ease as you are so wet. Her middle finger probes deeply inside you as she hooks her index finger upwards to rub against your g-spot. You moan slightly, she’s so good at this!
You know she could make you cum whenever but that she has no intention of letting that happen just yet, so you might as well lie back and enjoy what she is doing.
Every so often you feel the end of each of the men’s cocks brush against your tit as the first woman continues to bring them closer to cumming. She is getting close herself now and the motions of her hips as she rubs her pussy into your face get more and more intense. Her breathing is heavy, and the men seem to be in a very similar state of arousal. You feel her hands slapping against your tits repeatedly, the end of both the men’s cocks pressed firmly against you. Your nipples stiffen. The men’s moans reach a crescendo and you feel their cum shooting hotly across you your tits and almost on cue the woman’s gyrating becomes erratic and she screams in pleasure, pulling your hair roughly as she buries your face between her thighs. The wetness of her cum spreads across your face and you lick her furiously. She shakes uncontrollably for a second then lurches forward moaning softly.
“Good little slut” she whispers.
She climbs off your face and you feel the other woman move from the bed too. Then you feel two mouths (undoubtedly the women), one on either tit, vigorously licking up every drop of cum that is splashed across you. You moan and writhe underneath them, you tits so hypersensitive to even the slightest touch. One of the men is between your thighs again, bighting your legs gently. Each of them is running their hands all over your body. You have gone from having no attention to an almost sensory overload, and once again you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing.
To your surprise you feel someone untying your wrists.
“Don’t think that we’ve finished with you yet!”
It is the voice of the first man.
“You still need to behave if you want to get out of this. I’m going to free your hands now and you will do exactly as I tell you, do you understand?”
You struggle to nod your acceptance; the tongues and hands all over your body making you gasp and moan. The man with his head between your legs starts to tease your pussy with his tongue.
“When I let you go you will turn around and get on your knees. You WILL NOT remove your blindfold. If you do the consequences will be severe, more severe than anything you have faced here tonight. If you don’t do as I say it is your husband that will suffer, his career will be over and it will all be your fault.”
You nod your head as you feel the rope go slack around your wrists and you arms drop down to the bed. As if a signal has been given, all of them back away from you and you are once again lying in total silence and darkness on the bed. You bring your arms down from around your head, your shoulders slumping with relief.
“Sit up!”
You do as you are told. Someone grabs your wrist and guides you onto your feet at the side of the bed.
You stand there feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. You hear the springs of the bed compressing, someone is now lying in your place. The hand holding your wrist turns you around to face the bed. You lean forward and feel the mattress in front of you and jump slightly as your hand makes contact with the naked body lying there. The skin feels smooth and soft yet firm and toned.
“Climb on sweetie”
It’s her! You really want to grab the bitch and drag her to her feet but you have no control whatsoever, you still have to do what she says.
You place your knee on the edge of the bed and lift your other leg over her.
As you sit across her she reaches down between her legs and you feel her start to insert something inside your pussy.
“Now I get to fuck you like the cheap slut that you are!”
Even with the blindfold on you can see the grin on her face as she says it. You feel the firm but spongy sensation of the strap-on as she pushes it inside you. It slides deep into your pussy,so big that you feel almost stretched. You reach down in front of you, running your hands over her beautiful body until you feel her pert, firm tits cupped in your hands, the nipples so hard that they dig into your palms. You grip them tightly as you can, driving your fingers into the flesh, your own small revenge on the bitch. She grabs your hair and pulls your head down towards hers...
“Do it harder sweetie!” she whispers gleefully.Once again she shows you exactly who is in control, and how little anything you do matters.
You squeal loudly as you feel a second strap-on being forced into your prone arse.
The lube on it makes it slide in with no resistance, fast and hard.
The two dildos are so close together that they almost feel like they are touching each other, filling you completely. It’s close to being too much, you strain as the other woman forces the one in your arse deeper before sliding it out again, almost entirely, then pushing hard and deep again and again. As she thrusts forward the other dildo begins to slip out of your pussy, forcing it ever deeper into you every time she pulls back. The bitch underneath you is grabbing your tits reciprocating the treatment you are giving to her. The second woman grabs your hair, yanking your head back and allowing her to fuck your arse even harder. The two dildos penetrate you so deep and the force with which she pulls your head back causes you to scream, a scream that is immediately stifled by the cock which it shoved roughly into your open mouth. It touches the back of your throat briefly causing you to gag, but the man doesn’t let up, in fact it almost seems to spur him on to fuck your mouth harder. You feel the cock of the other man jockeying for position in your mouth and you realise that both men are in front of you waiting for you to suck their dicks. You lick and slurp at them, each one in turn being thrust into your gaping mouth, the cocks if your pussy and your arse rocking you back and forth as you take the two men’s dicks as deeply into your mouth as you can. At times you find the ends of both cocks between your lips and you stick out your tongue and lick them as fast and hard as you can.
The first man pulls away and cum once again across your tits as they sway underneath you. The Woman on the bottom begins to lick them clean again as she thrusts her hips upwards, fucking your pussy passionately and intensely. The woman behind you, still holding your head back by the hair fuck your arse ever harder, spanking your arse cheeks raw with her free hand. The second man starts to moan and you know he is close, so close!
You want to cum now, you NEED to cum! You feel it building inside you, your body aches, your muscles spasm from being so tense. You taste his cum, salty and sweet as it hits your tongue and fight the urge to spit it out. But as he stops so do both of the women again!
“I told you that I would only let you cum if I thought that you deserved it sweetie” the woman underneath you scoffs!
“You’ve been a good little cum-slut, but not quite good enough. You’ve provided us with a little entertainment I’ll grant you, but a pathetic little sub like you doesn’t need to cum, she just needs to feel dominated and to do as she’s told! Well, that and a mouth-full of cum! You never know sweetie, maybe next time I’ll let you finish, depends on how you behave in the meantime – and if you want that husband of yours to be happy too. We’ll leave you for a few minutes now to gather your belongings and get dressed. When you are ready put the blindfold back on and someone will come to collect you.”
You hear the door close, remove your blindfold and retrieve your clothes which are folded neatly on the floor next to the bed. Shakily you get yourself dressed and then, replacing the blindfold, you flop back onto the bare bed. You hear the door click and swing open, and footsteps approach you. A hand rests gently on your arm and a mans voice, a voice you recognise instantly whispers in your ear,
“Was that ok for you sweetheart? Was that what you wanted?”
You put your e-reader down and plunge your fingers into your pussy, the heal of your hand rubbing against your clit, making you cum so intensely that you toes curl up as your legs shake and you bite your lip to hold back the groans! The orgasm comes in waves, emanating from your clit until your whole body aches with absolute bliss. You let out the breath you’ve been holding in and slide down onto your pillow. You turn and look at your husband, lying with his back to you, snoring gently and you smile. You make yourself comfortable, drape your arm across his and drift off into a deep and satisfied sleep.
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