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The weather outside Slade’s houseboat was getting warmer each morning. Spring was certainly on the way.  He stepped out on to the back decking overlooking Lake Crystal, drinking his coffee. It was picturesque and tranquil. The water was like a darkened glass reflecting the trees and sky overhead.

Movement in the cabin some distance away caught his eye. It was his mysterious blonde neighbour. He had only ever seen her from a distance usually as she pottered around her home. This time she was dressed in a white negligee that hung suggestively on her curves. She walked elegantly out on to her decking, barefoot and holding a china cup that he presumed contained tea.  His breath caught as the morning sun silhouetted her nude body under the sheer material of her nighty. She looked like a stunning goddess with her peaked nipples and loose hair that shimmered in the light. Slade felt like an intruder in her private world and slowly stepped back inside to remain unseen but continued to admire her.

He held his breath as she walked towards the steps leading to the water’s edge.
“Would she? Wouldn’t she skinny dip?”
She hesitated as though thinking about it for a moment. Then taking a sip of tea, she backed away, turned slowly and walked back into her cabin.
He let his breath out shaping his lips into a slight “oo.”

“Another day, another tease,” Slade mused to himself for a moment and then turned to go out the front, along his jetty to the tin cylindrical aqua coloured post box. He collected his post and saw he had a couple of flyers and an intriguing envelope in a dark midnight blue colour with gold lettering.

His Pelican friend suddenly flew in and landed on the rail ready to follow him back for his daily food.
“Hey Percy,” Slade greeted the large bird. “How about pilchards today?”
Percy answered with a couple of low rumbling piggy type barks, hopped down on to the jetty’s wooden planks and waddled on his webbed feet behind Slade.
Looking at the post, Slade walked back inside. The flyers were special offer vouchers for food and drink at the local Achat Bar & Grill.
He flicked the kettle on for a fresh coffee, opened the promised tin of pilchards, placing them in a dish outside for Percy and then sat down to open the intriguing envelope. It was an invitation.

“Master Slade, you are cordially invited to an evening at The Ice House. Formal Dress is required.  Please wear the enclosed eye mask for the duration of the evening.”

It was followed with the time, date and address of this special evening.
It was signed by two Capitol letters “BB” and had a very significant stamp underneath, a black background framed with a white boarder and inside was 1 vertical red stripe with 3 horizontal stripes of slightly shorter length next to it.
He recognised it immediately. The vertical stripe was a universal symbol meaning power or dominance. The set of three horizontal stripes was a universal symbol meaning passive or submissive. It was a sign that a BDSM chapter was in the area.

Enclosed inside was a man’s Venetian masquerade eye mask. It was made of soft black leather that was designed to cover the face from the eyebrows to the tip of the nose. There was an embossed design on it that matched the black ribbon ties to ensure it could be placed secure around the head and successfully hide the identity of the wearer.
This special group of people had somehow found out Slade was a kindred spirit in their kink and were obviously interested in him becoming involved with their events.

He was curious as to how they had known of him and of course was very interested to know more. He wondered if The Ice House was their headquarters and decided to accept their kind invitation.
He opened the wardrobe in his bedroom. Hanging inside was the polythene suit bag that contained his Black three piece Dinner suit – the classic Tuxedo jacket and matching trousers and waistcoat.
It was distinguished from his other dark suits by the satin facings on the jacket's lapels and buttons and a similar stripe along the out seam of the trousers.
It was an expensive and sophisticated suit.  He would wear that, with black shoes bulled to perfection, white dress shirt and black satin dicky bow and of course the black eye mask sent with the invitation.

On the night of the party, Slade parked his red truck in the Achat Bar & Grill car park dressed as the invitation instructed. Placing his eye mask on, he walked down a winding side path at the side of the bar establishment. It led to an impressive oak door situated and almost hidden by foliage. An engraved sign above the door read “The Ice House.”
He felt powerful and confident in the way he was dressed and knew his Dominant persona was now at the forefront. He smote the door with the brass lion head knocker.  Two long, slow knocks and two short, quick knocks.

The door opened almost immediately by a masked doorman in tuxedo dress trousers and polished shoes. He was bare chested with a leather strap top that criss-crossed his chest and back. He wore a navy blue collar, the same colour as the invitation. Slade held the invitation in view to prove he was a legitimate guest. He nodded and stood aside to allow him entry.
As Slade stepped inside, a shaved headed and masked butler came to greet him. He was also formally dressed with a collar. Slade presumed he was the Head Submissive of the Ice House.    
"Good evening Master. Welcome to The Ice House," the man greeted warmly.

"Good evening." Slade smiled.
“Please call me “T” for this evening,” He saw the invitation in Slade’s hand. “May I take your invitation Sir?”

As he handed it to him, “T” placed it in a pile with others on a table close by and clicked his fingers. From a nearby room, a lady, elegantly dressed in midnight blue, with an eye mask on and plaited long hair, appeared with a glass of wine. Her dress was long to the floor hiding her heeled shoes. There was a zip at the back from the neck line to the small of her back and a sexy split at the side, only really noticeable as she walked. She had a midnight blue, lacy choker around her neck.

"Sir," she bowed her head and gave him the wine glass.
“This is Gs. She will take care of you. She is at your disposal and will be your escort for the evening.” T informed him.
Slade smiled. She was very attractive. He offered her his arm in acceptance of her and she led him down a descending slope and on to a Great Hall. Corridors lit with medieval stick lanterns on the stone walls, led off the Great Hall to Dungeon rooms. It reminded him of a giant spider where the Great Hall was the body and the corridors were its legs. The building, architecture and layout was very impressive indeed.

There was in excess of a 100 masked people there and they easily fit into the Great Hall. Buffet Foods and hot meats with a masked cook in whites were one end of the room serving food. Tables and chairs were placed around the room where guests sat, ate, drank and stood chatting. Most of the chairs seemed to have padded arm rests that could be raised up if need be.
A live masked and formally dressed band was playing ballroom dance music the other end and some couples were dancing around the floor. Masked submissive waiters were carrying silver trays with wine and others with finger foods, serving and looking after the guests.

The Dominant men were all formally dressed with black ties. The Dominant women were also classically dressed in elegant gowns of various colours. They had an air of aristocracy to them.
It seemed as if time had been transported back to an age of royalty, of Lords and Ladies, Barons and Baronesses, Dukes and Duchesses and Counts and Countesses. It reminded him of the Vampire Ball in the film “Van Helsing”, very dashing and elegant with an under lying danger that sent shivers of excitement down the spine.
Looking closer, he saw some of the elegant people had collared submissives nearby, some attached and some unattached to leads held by their Dominants. The Doms themselves walked with more confidence than their underlings, held themselves straight and tall and looked important and superior.

There were also near-naked women and men wandering around with the collared subs. Their necks were not adorned with any collars or jewellery but were clearly displaying submissive behaviour. Some of the subs were dressed as escorts, some had less attire on, and the collars around their necks varied. Some were of plain leather, some were studded, some were soft and subtle and some were discreet and made like chokers with lace.
The House submissives were uniformly dressed, collared like my escort and the doorman, in midnight blue. They belonged to the House for this evening and were to serve and look after the guests.
All wore eye masks and were addressed by initials.
It was mysterious. It was elegant. It was indeed an exciting night ahead for there was a sexual tension in the air that subtly teased the guests.

Gs led him to a table where they ate the deliciously prepared food and mingled with the other guests, exchanging nods and pleasantries. They danced the Waltz, the Rumba and the Argentine Tango that left Gs quite breathless and Slade thought perhaps, a little in love with him. He certainly liked to think so.
When he sat down with Gs, he told her that he was having a wonderful evening.
"Oh, there will be more entertainment tonight Sir, shows with sexual content for the entertainment of all," Gs smiled.  
"Who will take part?" he asked her.
"Whoever wants to Sir," She replied.
“Interesting.” He smiled at her.  

She smiled back just as the atmosphere in the room changed. An excitement charged the air as the dance floor cleared. A House submissive stood in the centre of the floor with a large brass coloured pole held upright with both hands.
Another House submissive unravelled an attached length of measured red ribbon which he walked outwards, away from the middle until taut.
He then walked round, bent, chalk-marking the floor as he went. He ensured the pole, held by the first submissive, remained totally centred.
In effect the equipment worked like a crude maths compass. The result was a measured large circle in the middle of the dance floor. This was the stage area for the performances.
An elegantly dressed masked woman clapped her hands and the live music changed its tempo and volume from dancing music to soft background music and the crowds moved to the sides and took seats in preparation of the next phase of the entertainment.

With superb timing, House subs bought in a wooden St Andrews Cross and placed it in the centre circle. Then a naked woman was lead in. She had no collar, only a stamp on the back of her left hand showing the red striped BDSM symbol that had been on the invitations. Slade knew immediately, she was what was known as a “Party Favour,” a gift given to the guests at a party by the organisers, a gesture of thanks for their attendance. She was one not owned but was there to be enjoyed.

She was one of the women hovering around the edges of the party with next to no clothes on.
It suddenly explained the state of undress of some of the collarless submissive attendees. They were there for the pleasure of any of the invited guests, either in the hall or in a selected dungeon room. Slade bet they all had the hand stamps too, if he looked closer.

House submissives carried a table in already draped with an elegant white tablecloth and a selection of toys were carefully placed on display: whips, paddles, dildos, anal beads, anal plugs and vibrators amongst them.

A suited masked man came forth to the centre circle, obviously part of the performance and shackled her to the rack so she was spread-eagled and exposed, still standing upright, for all to see.
"It’s been awhile since I was involved in something like this. Remind me, can anyone do anything to a Party Favour?" Slade asked Gs.

She nodded her head, "They are only here for that purpose, to entertain us and to demonstrate equipment. It is their choice. They are not forced to do it."

He nodded. "Are all tonight’s entertainers Party Favours?" He asked.

"No," Gs answered.
They both watched the man choose a toy to use on the bound woman.
Gs continued, "Sometimes a submissive will be used by their Dom in the middle for all to watch to show off their obedience and trust. Sometimes a sub will be publicly punished in the middle for all to enjoy and sometimes a sub will just get fucked in the middle."

"By their Dom?" Slade mused. It sounded familiar but he was curious as to how this particular BDSM chapter operated.

"Or whoever the Dom chooses," Gs whispered and giggled.
The masked man took clamps and clipped them to the woman's nipples.  

They both watched him tug on the chain connected to the titty clamps causing her to whimper.
The crowd was silent, enjoying the show in the middle of the room and how her nipples and titties were pulled and stretched from her body.

“And what about you Gs? Are you a Party Favour too?” Slade teased, watching her face.
She blushed and answered, “No Sir, not a Party Favour.”

He leaned in to her, “But you are assigned as my escort, for my pleasure this evening?”
Gs lowered her eyes, “Yes Sir. For your personal pleasure this evening. All single guests have been given a personal escort for the evening.”

His eyes swept the room and indeed, there did not appear to be any “singles” in the room. In fact some of the guests were already taking advantage of their “Escorts” and “Pets” and were in the many stages of groping and receiving oral sex whilst they watched the centre entertainment.

In most worlds, this behaviour would be shocking, but in their BDSM kink, it was positively encouraged.

The man slapped the shackled woman suddenly across her breasts, causing the crack sound of skin on skin that echoed round the room.

Meanwhile, the music had lowered, slowly dying out, until eventually it stopped. The captive woman could be heard whimpering softly. This performance was about pushing her to her limits before she either broke first with her safe word or signal, or, she would reach her goal to the satisfaction of the room and her torturer.

The man circled the woman slowly to build the anticipation and then produced a red ball attached to a leather rope on both ends and forced it into her mouth. It was a ball gag to silence her whimpers.

The man then took a length of leather strap off the table and slipped it around and behind the woman's neck. He created a slip noose and slowly pulled it around her neck. He pulled it tighter, carefully watching the woman's face as he restricted her breath. He stared at her as her face turned blue and carefully watched her signs.

The woman was obviously practised in breath play as she lasted longer than Slade expected. The restriction of her oxygen intake circulating in her blood caused Cyanosis, the purplish-blue colour that was showing in her body. Used correctly, it was known to heighten sexual pleasure.

Suddenly the man released the noose and the woman drew in air around the ball gag with a sucking, slurping sound. She sucked in as much oxygen as she could, knowing her breathing time was limited.  

When the woman had drawn in a few good breaths around the ball gag, he slowly began to tighten the noose again. Her face reddened, then blued as her air supply was cut off again.

This time the man pulled on the chain on her nipples and her head rolled back but she made no sound. He loosened the noose and she sucked in deep breaths again around the gag. Saliva oozed from around the ball in a stringy spit and drooled down to her heaving breasts.

The man moved back to the table and ran his fingers over the various toys at his disposal while he thought about what to do next. He picked up anal beads and a wand massager. He plugged the electric cable in to a provided extension and tested it. It buzzed into life. It was a powerful toy and was extraordinarily effective when used as a general body massager never mind for more intimate intentions as it was going to be used now. He left it on the table for now, still buzzing.

He dipped the anal beads in a tub of lubricating gel and returned to the shackled woman. He knelt between her legs and stuffed them up her anal passage one by one, allowing a weighted pulley ring to dangle from her anus and tease her.
He picked up the wand again. The soft hum of the toy could be heard round the room indicating its vibrating strength. The man ran it over her body slowly before settling it against her pussy. The woman's eyes rolled and she strained at her shackles in reaction, drooling even more. All of the guests could see the vibrations overwhelm her body. Small mewls escaped from her.

"Cum for us Slut!" The man commanded.
She nodded for the gag prevented her from speaking.
He then pressed the vibrating wand tighter and tighter into her sex and it vibrated and teased her clitoris. His free hand began to cinch the noose again slowly, causing the woman’s face to redden. He worked her pussy over and over relentless in his goal to sexually exhaust her.
Her hands pulled on the restraints as her body stiffened and writhed and then there were the early signs of her first orgasm taking her.

Her muscles became taut as her sexual peak built. Every so often the man would tighten the noose until her face began to turn blue again. The breath play was titillating. The party favour thought of her vulnerability bound on the cross, how her life was in his hands: if he pulled too tight or held the noose too long, the consequences could be dire or fatal. And it eventually tipped her over the edge! Her orgasm hit and exploded. She groaned and bucked against wrist and ankle restraints with the noose still held tight. She thrashed in the throes of her passion for a few seconds and then she became still. The man released the noose for her to greedily and noisily gasp air in to her oxygen starved body.

The Doms thumped their hands on the arm rests of their chairs in applause and appreciation at her performance and first climax.

Gs shifted slightly. Her sex throbbed at the display. Slade looked at her and sensed her arousal. His eyes travelled with a lewd boldness over her figure.

“Sit here.” He indicated for her to sit next to him on his left side and his hand travelled up her inner thigh, higher and higher until he discovered she wore no panties and was very wet and turned on.
“Good Girl,” Slade murmured. She obediently widened her legs as he explored and finger fucked her slowly while still watching the show.

The man in the centre continued his manipulations with the wand, the breath play and tugging on her nipples. It was a turn on to see how helpless and vulnerable she was bound, at the mercy of her torturer and that all the eyes in the room were watching her salacious display.

The captive woman was aroused to fever pitch. She thought of herself as an exhibition for the room and the wet secretions between her legs increased and ran enticingly down her legs.

Three orgasms later, the woman was hanging, limply, by her wrists on the rack. Her legs had given way with no strength to hold her body up any longer.

After each orgasm, the Doms’ applauded in the room by the rhythmic thumps of their hand on the arm rests. Slade joined in with his right hand, appreciating her hard core performance and determination to be used so for their entertainment. All the time, his left hand was still busy with Gs’s wet slit. He played and bought her close to climax but wouldn’t let her cum, not yet. He wanted to keep her simmering and surfing that magic edge.

- continued –

After a further twenty minutes and repeated orgasms by the party favour, the ball gag was removed and the woman was finally released.

She had a sweaty sheen on her body and her hair was damp and stuck to her head from her exertions. She had the look of exhaustion on her face. Slade smiled, he was familiar with that look. It was the after look of repeated orgasms and sexual pleasures.
She looked absolutely beautiful.

The woman was freed and helped down to stand on her own two feet and then she was made to walk still nude and unaided. As she walked shakily away from the centre, her torturer held the pulley ring of the hanging anal beads. She moved slowly but with a quiet dignity as each bauble popped out and dropped from her bottom. As she left the middle circle, the room burst into rapturous applause. The Party favour had done well.

The wooden "X" was removed quickly and replaced with a mat on the floor and a waist high padded bench. A naked, collared man walked towards the mat wearing a black leather gimp mask. His whole head was covered to the neck but had eye and mouth holes. He knelt on the mat and waited. His owner, a woman dressed in a leather corset, matching panties and high boots, entered to applause.  She was authoritive and holding a riding crop.

As his Mistress stood next to him, she slapped her boots with the riding crop in an unspoken instruction. The Human pet obediently lowered his lips to the toe of her boots and began to lick and kiss each boot, worshipping the thigh highs.
He only stopped licking her boots when his Mistress moved away from him.

"Good boy," the woman told him. She moved to the table. "Does my good pet need a spanking?" she asked picking up the paddles from the table, showing the crowd and choosing one she liked. She looked over her shoulder at him and he nodded. The crowd rumbled their agreement.
His Mistress brought the paddle to the middle. The submissive man lowered himself down over the padded bench, leaving his bared bottom in the air, suitably presented to her.

"Count them out," the Mistress instructed.

The first crack of the paddle filled the room and Gs’s vagina clenched on Slade’s inserted fingers.
“Oh, she likes spanking!” Slade silently noted.

"One."  The pet counted breathlessly. His cock hardened with each spank and once fully erect began to ooze pre-cum.

Smack. 
"Two."

Smack.
"Three."

Smack.
"Four!"

Smack,
“Five!”

The Mistress stopped and ran her hand over his bare bottom. She moved to the other side of him.

Sometimes a spanking was done for punishment but sometimes sub’s enjoyed to be spanked. As his mistress had not announced this was a punishment, Slade suspected this was a treat for her pet or maybe even herself for some Doms also liked to spank. So they did just because they could!

In those cases, the Dom would then have to think of other ways to correct a naughty sub. Public nudity was always a good one to use.

Slade felt himself harden. He liked to spank submissive females himself.

Smack
"Six."

Smack.
"Seven."

The Mistress didn't stop until she hit fifty, changing sides every so often. By that time the man's voice was cracking from the pain radiating outward from his ass and up to his rock hard cock. His bottom was bright red and looked sore from the thorough spanking he had received.

His Mistress then put on a strap-on dildo and pulled on it to make sure it was held fast and secured in place.

"You are such a good boy!" the Mistress cooed. "Now I’m going to peg you! Position yourself for an ass fuck like a good boy!"

He shifted and re-positioned bent over as told and then waited in anticipation.

The Mistress moved up behind him and squirted lube down the crack of his ass. He pulled his cheeks apart for her, without being told. He was well trained.

"Good boy!" she murmured as she positioned her rubber phallus at his anus. "How rough do you want me to be boy?"

"Very rough Mistress!" he answered causing some of the Doms’ to chortle.

"Good boy!" she liked his answer.

She then drove the large phallus deep into him with one thrust, reaching his rectum. It was strong, mean and deliberate. He let out a high pitched sound at her sudden invasion, fully embedded in him. His trained bottom was filled to the hilt.

"That sounded like a squeal that a little pig would make!" she said to him.

She stirred her hips slowly so he could feel himself impaled by her and then bent the silicone cock towards the front of his body. In this position, she could massage the walnut shaped prostate gland to give him even more pleasure.

Again, he let out high pitched little groans.
“You like that don’t you?” She told him.
"Yes Mistress," he grunted out.
“Then moan and groan loudly for the crowd,” she ordered him.
She began to speed up and roughly began to fuck in and out of his ass.

The obedient sub beneath her grunted and moaned loudly as she fucked and pegged him. This delighted the crowd who thudded encouragement to them on the arms of the chair.
"Do you want to cum boy?" the Mistress asked after a while.

"Yes, Yes please, Mistress!" he grunted in sync with her thrusts.

"Do you think you deserve it?" she asked with a smile.

"I hope so Mistress!" he answered on the thrusts. "Please, Please Mistress, Let me cum!" he begged.

"I like the way you beg boy!" the Mistress smiled. “You may stroke yourself”

With relief her submissive took his cock in his hand and began to masturbate in time with her thrusts.
As she hadn’t cancelled her previous instruction, he obediently went back to moaning and grunting while she pegged him. Suddenly his body began to buck and everyone saw the sub’s cock spew spunk as she buried her strap-on deep within his bowels. His hand pumped furiously while he shot his cum on to the mat beneath them.

When he was done, she pulled the strap-on out of his ass and moved towards his head, the strap-on hovering over his head, “Well?” she said expectantly.
The submissive sat on the floor and kissed the phallus. “Thank you Mistress. Thank you for pegging me and allowing me to cum.”

"Look at the mess you made!" she chastised pointing to the mat. "Next time, I might make you lick it up!"
“Yes Mistress,” The Pet answered.

The Dom’s clapped as the Mistress exited from the centre circle. Her pet, now leashed, crawled on all fours after her, showing his spanked and gaping red ass to all the crowd.

House submissives then quickly cleared the circle for the last and final performance of the night. 

Two women were gone to the middle circle by House subs.
Also carried in to the centre of the room by 6 submissives, was a futon bed with a thick mattress and blankets. These women had no collars and were also Party Favours for the guests’ pleasures.

They sat on the bed and waited patiently.
The woman who seemed to be the hostess of the masked party appeared and stroked their cheeks.

"Any takers?" She asked the masked audience. "I need at least six men."

Five men who volunteered were Doms. They left their subs sitting at the edge of the circle. The Party Favours smiled, hopped off the bed and went to their knees as the men walked towards them. The men removed their clothes and handed them to a waiting House submissive who took the clothes to the Dom’s owned submissives to be folded neatly for their Masters.

The Party Favours looked deliberately towards Slade conveying an unspoken invitation to the new guest in The Ice House.
He decided to get up and accept. He always enjoyed group play and was neither shy nor embarrassed by his physical appearance. He had enjoyed similar experiences before.

Gs followed him. Her pussy was throbbing with an unfulfilled need from his edging play. She folded his clothes as he removed them to join in the circle. She then returned and placed them neatly on to the chair he had just vacated. She waited and watched for his return.

The crowd clapped and encouraged Slade and the other volunteers to perform well for them.

As soon as the Doms were close enough, the women’s hands were on them, taking their cocks in their hands and then stuffing them in their mouths. They sucked on each cock greedily in turn and without shame.

When it was his turn for a delectable mouth, Slade wound his fist into the hair of his woman and forced her tighter and harder on to his cock.

He was already lusty from finger fucking and messing with Gs during the previous performances so he primitively dived deep into her throat and felt her wretch. He wanted to hear the sound of her gags around the Great Hall and feel her drool lather up his cock. Slade’s feelings were base and of raw, selfish lust.

As he skull-fucked her, she expertly manoeuvred in the direction of the other Dominant males and presented her pussy and ass to them on all fours. At the same time, the other Party Favour moved to mirror her co-performers behaviour and all the group were soon on the futon bed: two naked masked woman on all fours, each surrounded by three hard and naked masked men.

One man took position at the head of one woman as Slade did with his female. He thrust his hips, roughly, into her mouth, driving his cock into her throat in much the same way. The two men timed their mouth fucking perfectly.

Meanwhile, the other Dom’s pressed their cocks into the offered pussies and slid in easily. Both women were very wet and ready to be used.

The third Dom on each woman, lewdly fondled her hanging tits, rubbed her pussy and clit and fondled and lube rimmed her ass. Then stepped away to watch the women be used, waiting for their turn.

The men all worked in perfect timing. The fucking Doms began to pull on the women’s hips and as they thrust in deep, it pushed the women’s bodies and heads onto the dicks in their mouths. This caused the women to gag and salivate over their cocks.
Slade’s female performer wretched and drooled pleasurably all over his cock and balls. He felt incredible.

They all thrust lusty on both ends of each woman in a double spit roast, filling their two holes with their meaty cocks. The sexy little sluts performed beautifully and hungrily took the cocks into their willing bodies. The woman moaned like top-billing porn stars and were sucking and fucking very eagerly. The performance was noisy, dirty and utterly obscene. The crowd and performers alike were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Some in the audience were instructing their submissives to engage in sexual activity as the moment overwhelmed them and they wished to be touched while they watched the indecent show.
 
The performing women drove robustly backwards to meet the Dom's thrusts from behind. The mouth-men were hair pulling the willing women. They both eagerly licked and lashed their cocks. They were amazing performers and well-practised! It made the men all the more horny!

The group all fucked noisily with vigour and enthusiasm.

Almost at the same time, Slade and his counterpart pulled the women’s head tight to their crotches and let their heads fall back. They roared guttural sounds and came at the same time in the women’s mouths and throats.

The crowd broke out in thunderous applause at the sight and gave encouragement for the men to spew semen in to the female mouths, on to their faces and hair and to be as vocal as needed in their orgasms.
 
The two men thrust and grunted and rocketed their seed. Then, when done, each wiped their cocks on to the woman’s tongues before standing up and watching the fucking Doms from the side while they finished to climax.

They were holding the women’s hips, doggy style and fucked in time with each other. Both couples looked magnificent; naked and mysterious in their eye masks, and bathed in a sheeny sweat. The low light gave them a look of sensuous sexy art; and yet at the same time looked obscenely base in their mating.

One man pulled at his woman’s hair like horses reigns and rode her hard while the other man pulled on his woman’s shoulders so her titties could be seen better swaying to the fucking rhythm.
The watching audience loved the bold and raw fornication and voiced their approval.

When ready to climax, the men both pulled out and shot their load all over her back. Warm cum splashed on their backs and splattered in her hair.

The audience bellowed their approval and banged rhythmically on the arms of their chairs.

The men swapped positions. This time, a pussy was Slade’s. He saw his counterpart Dom lie down and he followed suit.

This time the Party Favours were to ride the men.
Slade and the other Dom pulled the ladies on top of them. Slade held the base of his hard cock as his lady lowered and circled her hips to tease him and settle her in the best position to rise up and down. He loved the feel of a fresh new pussy slide down on his cock and groaned as he filled her. She bent forward so her breasts dangled in his face. Slade, of course, bunched them up in both hands, mauled, licked, suckled and spat on those wondrous tits to enjoy them to the full.

Another man filled her mouth with his cock above him and she slurped on it hungrily. Slade held her hips and thrust upward testing the position. Another man came in behind her and spread her ass cheeks.
Slade moaned. Being part of a dirty, live porn show was quite thrilling. The sounds and smells of mixed sweat, perfume, cologne and the actual sex act filled his nostrils. Pheromones bombarded and teased his senses as they swirled around the group. The sex performers were intoxicated with sexual need, a need that was about to set them all in a perfectly timed fucking frenzy.

Slade felt the woman wince and grunt as the cock behind her, was pressed into her ass. Once the man was fully inserted, the three men developed a rhythm.

Slade presumed the other woman was being treated in much the same fashion as his view was restricted.
They used their woman and pounded her body like the fuck toy she was in that moment.

Another man suddenly came up and joined in at her head. Like a good slut, she began to take turns sucking both men off alternately. First she devoured one, then the other. All the time, fucking Slade and the other man. Slade pounded her pussy while the other man ravaged her ass! The sexy little slut had a cock in every available hole possible and her moans showed she loved being used!

The audience was getting more sexually active. More submissives were sucking on their Dom’s while they watched the live group fucking show.

Slade turned his head and watched one as he fucked. Her head was bobbing up and down in her Dom’s lap as she knelt between his knees.

He watched another sub stroking her Dom's cock with her hand. He pulled her top down and kneaded her tits while he watched the show. Slade saw him cum all over her breasts. It was so fucking hot!

He saw another Mistress pull on the lead of her pet so she could wrap her legs around and trap his head. She bucked his face until she climaxed all over his face and mouth.

All the time while seeing these sexy acts of the participating audience, Slade was fucking the sexy little slut above him. He felt his balls tighten and tapped her hips to warn her. She was experienced enough to know the signs. The other Doms were close and in the same state as him.

They all disengaged ready to climax and show their audience the wanted cum shots.

Slade’s woman in the group positioned herself in the centre of her 4 men and began to self-pleasure. They masturbated over her as they watched her moan and dance and writhe on her fingers massaging her snatch and clitoris. She looked hot and sexy kneeling there with her knees open exposing her well fucked pussy and ass.

The other woman followed suit seconds later and positioned herself in much the same way surrounded by the men in her group.

In the finale, the group provided a double bukkake. They roared when they all ejaculated on the women's faces. This in turn triggered the women’s orgasms and while they gasped in pleasure, the men continued to splash semen on their hair, face and tits.

When the ladies came down from their own highs, they proceeded to rub the creamy semen into their skin like moisturisers and then licked and sexily ate the remainder off their fingers. 

The appreciative crowd stamped their feet and clapped hands and chair arms cheering on each climax.

They finished their double act by cleaning each cock that was offered. Some of the Doms preferred their own sub to do that honour rather than wait their turn.

Slade was one. He returned to his seat and looked at Gs whilst still standing. Without asking she handed him a fresh glass of wine, placed his clothes on her seat to allow him to sit down and when he did, dutifully placed herself on the floor between his legs.

She then began to appreciatively clean his cock, first with a baby wet wipe and then with her delightful tongue. Gs was amazing with her tongue and mouth and Slade sat back to enjoy her.

While she did so, the cum covered Party Favours bowed to their audience and exited the circle to appreciative applause.

As the applause subsided, Gs suddenly paused from kissing his cock. “You have kept me on edge all night Sir,”
“Yes I have,” God! Slade wanted his cock in her mouth again! He felt bereft without her heat.
“That doesn’t seem very fair Sir.”  She smiled.

Slade suddenly realised, this House partner was negotiating with him.  He looked at her sexy mouth. Fuck he wanted her!
“What do you want Gs?” Slade asked. His need for that mouth made his cock throb.
“Please Sir, I want you to fuck me!” She stated. “But not here.”

“Lead the way Gs. I will nobly meet your request,” Slade tried not to sound too eager. He failed and they both burst out laughing.

She stood up, gathered their belongings and led the way to one of the dungeons.

“I’m so glad I accepted the invitation to The Ice House,” Slade thought silently as he felt her small hand tug on his as she walked in front of him. He feasted his eyes on the sexy and enticing sway of her round bottom in that beautiful gown.
“This was definitely going to be a party to remember, one to look back on with a smile in the years to come.”


The End.

She awoke from her deep sleep and her mouth was dry. It tasted like a sweaty bear’s armpit and she tried with limited success to encourage saliva into her mouth.  She licked her dry lips needing a drink.
“What a night!”  She groaned and looked around her surroundings and groaned.
Yet another room she didn’t recognise!

Sleeping bodies were strewn on the floor, sofas and anywhere that was remotely comfortable. Empty bottles of beer and cheap wine littered everywhere along with needles and tea spoons which was evidence of the drug fuelled parties she found herself at lately. She didn’t recognise these people, not really. Some were just acquaintances she knew who seemed to find themselves at the same drug houses.

She wasn’t an addict though. She was just enjoying herself. Tomorrow she would stop, clean up, find a job, meet a nice guy and live the dream of a beautiful house and white picket fence and maybe start a family.
She looked at the man lying next to her on a mattress in the corner of the room. He was snoring, asleep on his stomach and his arm was lying across her chest. She had no idea who the hell he was and he was naked!

She was wearing a leather bodice, half tied and open at the front in a criss-cross fashion down the centre, a leather mini skirt that matched with same criss-crossed design on the side of her hips.

“Shit” she cussed as she realised that she had lost her panties again and most likely had had sex with this man. She saw used condoms and a few panties in the scattered items on the floor.
She couldn’t even remember which were hers. She slid from the mattress on the floor and luckily found her shoulder bag beside where she had been lying along with her black thigh high boots. At least that was something!
 
She stepped over the sleeping people and found her way to the bathroom and freshened up as best as she could. She drank tap water from her cupped hands, swilled her mouth out, rubbed her teeth with her finger and washed her face.

In her bag she always carried mints to freshen her breath; face wipes to clean off her old make-up and lately to wipe her used pussy; mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and blusher to make her look and feel semi human again; a hair brush to tidy up her hair and twist it in a fresh bun again on top of her head. Wisps of hair fell down by her ears. Her youth made her attractive but on this chosen and self-destructive life path, in another 5 years, she would look older than her 21 years and much more haggard.

She straightened her clothes. She looked like a whore in the day light, especially with no panties but it wasn’t the first time she had had to make her way back to her bedsit in these circumstances.

She returned to the room and searched a few coats and bags and found enough loose change to catch the bus home. It wasn’t exactly stealing. They would do it to her if they had woken first. She couldn’t find her jacket anywhere so took a red and black hoody top. It was a little large but actually looked quite nice on her. She decided to keep it. She needed something to cover her on the journey home and zipped it up and slipped out the front door of the crack house.

She walked a little unsteady on her high heeled black boots as the drink and drugs still swam in her blood stream. Luckily she recognised where she was and after a 15 minute walk, she found the bus stop she wanted and waited. The sun warmed her body but was too bright for her eyes this morning especially after the night before. She squinted and felt the faint throb of a headache and the beginnings of cramps in her tummy telling her it was time for her next fix.

She hadn’t got anything else left to sell and wondered if she could pick pocket a purse or wallet on the way to the clinic. She had regular check-ups for sexually transmitted diseases and was given clean needles on the programme she had signed up for.
Suddenly a motor bike pulled up and a large silhouette of a man in leathers cast her in shadow. She recognised him immediately. He was Arson, an old friend who always seemed to turn up when she needed him.

“Get on the bike!” He ordered. He wasn’t one to mess with. He threw her a spare helmet and she did as she was told.
“Arson, I can…” she began to explain.

“Forget it, I don’t want to hear it,” he hissed and revved the bike to drown out her sorry explanation.
The bike was big between her legs and she felt the thrill of the vibrations shake her bare pussy and clitorisf as they touched the leather seat. She clung to his back and felt safe when she was with him. She shut her eyes, breathed in the smell of his leather jacket and let the feeling wash over her.

She could easily have an orgasm whilst holding him, but didn’t want her pussy sensitive for the smear tests she was about to endure. She bit her lip and thought about the least sexual thing she could conjure up in her mind. Banana Slugs! Yes Banana Slugs would do it! So called because of their yellow colouring – big, slimy, sliding slugs!

He seemed to know her schedule for the clinic as he headed there. When she got off the bike to go in, he said, “I’ll be back in 2 hours. Wait for me. Make sure they give you the certificate to show you are clean.”

“Yes Sir,” she mocked him and saluted. She giggled when his brow furrowed and he growled. She knew behind his shades that his eyes were narrowed in warning. Still smiling, she turned, deliberately wiggled her butt and walked in to the clinic’s reception.
 
She registered her attendance and then her thoughts returned to Arson. He was about 11 years older than her, really attractive and a hard man. He belonged to the local biker gang who controlled the area and protected the businesses. They were known as “Night Wolves” and were no doubt either involved with running those business or made them pay protection money to the gang. The Wolves had been here years and were well established in the community.
 
Arson had come across her in her teens when she had arrived in the town, having run off from an abusive home. She was about to be attacked by some feral youths she had stolen from and he had saved her. He had found her a bedsit to live and let her folks know at home, she was safe and wasn’t coming back. She wasn’t entirely sure what he had said to them, but they had never tried to contact or trace her since.

He had just told her that when he was ready, he would collect on the debt she owed him. That day hadn’t come yet and he had done so much for her over the years. She would willingly follow him to the gates of hell and back. He was her protector and Guardian Angel.
The clinic nurse called her in to a private medical room. She was allowed to shower quickly and for the next 20 minutes or so she was subjected to blood tests and various mouth, anal and vaginal smears tests. She was processed, given new clean needles and condoms and told that the results would be ready in about 90 minutes.
 
Sure enough, about that time the nurse came out smiling with her certification. She had a clean bill of health this time.
Next came the lectures and leaflets about her risky lifestyle and she should seek help for her addiction.
She wasn’t an addict though, she told the nurse who smiled sadly. She was just enjoying herself. Tomorrow she would stop, clean up, find a job, meet a nice guy and live the dream of a beautiful house and white picket fence and maybe start a family.

She skipped out of the clinic and saw Arson was outside as promised. She waved the certificate triumphantly at him and ran to him for a hug. He hugged her with one large arm still sitting on his bike.
“You passed then?” He confirmed.
She nodded excitedly and put the certificate and leaflets safely in her bag.

“Good,” he said. “We have a brother returning home today. One important brother. Hun, I’m collecting on the debt you owe me.” He waited to see how she would react.
Her heart skipped a beat. “What kind of thing am I expected to do?”
“Nothing you haven’t been doing already.” He answered her gruffly. “Entertain. Not refuse any sexual favours and this bits optional, it’s up to you if you want to drink and take drugs.”
“But not the sex. The sex isn’t optional,” She said flatly.
“That’s right. It’s a party Hun and you get a free meal and drug fixes. You are there for the brothers and guests.”

She swallowed. Suddenly she felt cheap and for the first time realised the downward spiral her life was taking. Before when she had been partying, she had taken drugs, drank liquor and had had sex a plenty but only if she had felt like it. It was her choice. Now she was being told to attend a party for that very purpose. That made her nothing more than a common whore.
“And if I don’t want to?” She asked, slightly curious.
“Malana,” He used her full name, “You don’t refuse a Night Wolves request.”
“No, I don’t suppose you do. Will you be there?” She asked hopefully.
“Yes. A brother is being released from the clink. We will all be there.”

“What time do you need me?” She wanted to know her schedule, to plan her day between fixes. She would need to see her dealer.
“Oh, you are coming with me now. I don’t trust you to turn up on time. I can already see your brain ticking over for your next fix.”
She felt a panic begin to rise in her, the cramps in her stomach were getting worst. She needed that fix.
“But… but…” She began to protest.
“Get on the bike, Mal. We can sort you out back at “The Barn.” He threw her the helmet and she sat astride his bike, still fastening it and forcing herself to again think of Banana slugs, as he revved on purpose and roared off.

The Barn was the club house where the Biker group hung out. It was out the way, in a rural part of town, and was heavily guarded by the biker brothers. The line of bikes outside, in the fenced yard, were expensive and impressive.
 
She entered the club house. Other women were there, hanging close to their leather clad biker friends and lovers. They looked at her with mild interest and saw she was with Arson.

The men greeted each other. One of the women got up to make Arson and Malana coffee and a sandwich.
Arson spoke to one member of the club who then took Mal to a back room to receive a controlled heroine fix. A short time later she returned to Arson relaxed and happy.

“You belong to The Night Wolves now Hun.” He told her. “No more running the streets. You are a Sweet Butt for us. Maybe one day someone will choose you as their Old Lady.” Arson pushed her plate with her sandwich and a fresh coffee in front of her. “Now Eat.”

Malana smiled at him, buoyed by her recent heroin fix. She was glad Arson had finally bought her into the club. So she wasn’t a whore then after all. Now she would belong somewhere and would have the protection of the Night Wolves. Her life had been pretty much chaotic and getting worst with no real direction before this. Now she would have a family. Now she was in his world at last and a Wolves Sweet Butt.
She ate her sandwich and looked at Arson. “Thank you. Thank you for looking after me. I won’t let you down.”

Arson smiled down at her. His protective instinct always kicked in with her. She was a small pretty little thing. He would see after tonight. Maybe he would make her his “Old Lady” one day, but first he needed to see if she had the loyalty and stamina to be worthy of that honour.
 
By that afternoon, the old authentic jukebox had been stocked up with the latest hits and the women had decorated The Barn with “Welcome Home” banners and balloons. The bar had been stocked up with beers, wines and liquors by the men and the food had been collected for the buffet later that night. All was set for “The Rockster’s” return.

Malana had helped out and was introduced to some of the other “Sweet Butts.”
She took instruction and worked alongside Stiletto, 23 years and Ebony, 24 years who quickly pointed out the Old Ladies and their men. They explained to her, she did not speak to them unless spoken to, did as she was told by them or any of the Wolves and if she was used for sex, afterwards she carried on like nothing happened. The Wolves couldn’t abide jealous women and the Old Ladies would not like transgressions waved in their faces.

There was a pecking order, Malana quickly learned, with the men who had specific ranks in the Night Wolves and their women were duly respected, depending where their men were in that rank. The “Sweet Butts” of course were bottom of the pile and would remain there till one of The Wolves took one of them for their woman.

When that happened, the chosen woman would become an Old Lady and would not then be expected to give sexual favours to all the club and chosen associates. She would be expected to stay faithful to her Night Wolf.
Malana could tell there was an affectionate camaraderie and a strong loyalty among the members. She was glad she had been bought in to join this special group of people and had already started to regard them as her new family.

Ebony and Stiletto took her to the back of the premises where there was a set of 5 bedrooms. All were en-suite, contained double beds, a bed settee if required and dressing table and wardrobe.  These are used by The Wolves visiting guests or entertainment, they explained to her.
Sometimes, they were used by the senior wolves if they wished an accompanied night away from their Old Lady. It was an unspoken rule, they were out of town on business and who and what happened in the bedroom was never discussed.

“This is the one you and Stiletto will use with The Rockster,” Ebony told her showing one of the rooms. She quickly pointed out where the dildos and wands were, the wipes, the towels, the massage oils, lubes and robes. She opened another drawer where there were paddles, ropes, whips and spreader bars. Malana’s eyes bulged and wondered what half were used for.

“Don’t worry,” Stiletto assured her, “You will soon learn about them and I heard that The Rockster is more straight than kinky and after 10 years inside for Armed Robbery, he will just want to enjoy the company of young female bodies.” She paused and looked dreamy for a second, “I heard he was real hot for 49 and he hasn’t got an Old Lady yet. It could be our lucky night.” She seemed real excited by the prospect.

A knock came at the door. One of the younger Wolves spoke as Ebony answered it. “Get ready Ladies, The Rockster is only 10 minutes away.” It was still early afternoon.

They had both showered and shaved earlier in the day so they just needed to put on the finishing touches.
“That’s our cue,” Ebony told them. “Your outfits are in the wardrobes. Get ready girls and I’ll be your maid for the time he wants you. There’s a charged mobile by the bed with my number under 1 in the memory and a bell-boys bell, you can “ding-ding” for me. I will be hanging around outside to fetch anything you might need… food, drink or drugs. Just enjoy yourselves,” she giggled.

Stiletto and Malana dressed in the matching black lacy bodice with red ties, black stockings and suspenders. Their naked breasts hung out over the top and their pussy and bottoms were bare. Stiletto lived up to her name and placed 5 inch “Fuck me now” red heeled shoes upon her delicate feet. Malana kept her black thigh high boots on but they were now polished and delicately perfumed. Both of them necked a couple of vodka fruit shots to help them along for the night.

Stiletto looked stunning in the sexy underwear with her shaved bald pussy and 34C breasts, blonde plaited hair and blue eyes.
Malana, in contrast and in spite of her drug habit, had a fuller figure in the matching outfit with 36D breasts and a dark trimmed pubic hair strip. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun with sexy wisps falling down by her ears. She hid the needle marks on her arms with foundation make-up.
Stiletto used some strawberry flavoured oil and rubbed some in her nipples, pussy and anal passage. She produced a rose coloured jewelled, stainless steel butt plug and threw the bottle of oil to Malana, “Tricks of the trade,” she told her. “If I was you, I’d wear a butt plug too. It helps stretch you and is less painful. He will love finding it and pulling it out.”

Malana found a small one in a drawer and took it to the toilet with the oil. It was stainless steel too with an amethyst coloured diamond cut stone to cover her anal star.  She douched out her anal passage and used a mixture of Vaseline and the strawberry oil to ease it slowly inside her. She also took advantage and injected another controlled drug fix for the evening. It had been thoughtfully prepared for her and bought to the room.

Unknown to her, Arson was the head enforcer at the biker’s club and worked closely with the Sergeant in Arms known as Diesel. Arson was now controlling and monitoring her drug intake with the help of the other enforcer brothers.

While Malana was “jacking up,” Stiletto turned on some soft rock music to play. It melodically filled the room and set the atmosphere for the fun to come.

Finally both Malana and Stiletto were set for The Rockster’s return.

Outside the bikes roared in. The Rockster had been collected by his brothers and his bike taken in a van to him. He grinned when he saw it and was given his leather jacket and helmet. At last he’d feel the pleasure of the open road and freedom once again. They rode back in convoy to The Barn and were an impressive sight with their Night Wolf emblem on their backs.
 
When they all pulled into the yard, there was a rush of members outside. A receiving party to welcome the men home.
Greetings, fun ribbing, man hugs and back slaps followed before he was ushered inside. He saw the effort his brothers had gone to and he was visibly touched.

“Thank you guys,” The Rockster muttered.
“Welcome Home Rockster,” Blaze, The Founder and Leader of the club told him. There was a genuine affection and trust between the two men. “First though, we have a special surprise for you,” and with much frivolity and cheers, The Rockster was ushered towards the back room where Stiletto and Malana were waiting for him.
“We’ll see you in about 3 hours for the party later,” Diesel, the Sergeant at Arms told him.

It was the Sergeant’s job to enforce club procedures and maintain order at their club meetings. Diesel, together with Arson, was in charge of security at club events and he was responsible for “back-ups” (attacks on rivals). They also looked after the club's firearms and other weapons.
The eager group continued to surge forwards and The Rockster was soon before the door of the “welcome home” bedroom. He was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. No one would disturb them now unless they asked. Ebony took up her place outside, like a sentry, to be called on when required.


- Continued -

The Rockster was an impressive man at 49. He was 6ft tall, dark and handsome with a dark goatee beard. He was proportionately built and time in the prison gym had given him a muscular physique women would swoon at.  Add that to tight fitting jeans, his black leather patched jacket over his black tee shirt and wild-boy tattoos, he was a potent specimen to the opposite sex.

He looked at the “Sweet Butts” provided for him and liked what he saw.  An MFF was most men’s fantasy and he was going to enjoy them for sure.

Stiletto and Malana stared in awe at him and then introduced themselves. Stiletto moved first and pulled him by the hand to the centre of the room. She dropped to her knees, opened his fly and brought his cock out to her velvet mouth. She was certainly experienced for she flattened her tongue and slowly licked from the base to the tip. As she did so, she looked up at The Rockster with doe eyes. Her technique was utterly incredible and obscene. He hardened instantly as he watched and felt that naughty tongue.

Malana moved behind him and slowly began to undress him. Each item she slowly removed was folded carefully and placed on a nearby chair.
He allowed the girls to suggestively touch him, stroke him and run their hands over his body whilst his eyes feasted on their curves. His eyes lingered on their breasts, their pussies and their rounded bottoms. He allowed the indecency and sensuality of the moment to wash over him. He enjoyed the simmering need that began to bubble in his blood, along with those sweet, soft lips and teasing tongue on his penis.
He resisted as long as he could but 10 years without regular sex, took its toll on a guy and now his brain was registering total lust. All other coherent thought was tossed aside.

He grabbed both girl’s wrists and growled to Stiletto, “Get on the bed doggy style. You,” He pointed to Malana, “Stand in front of me and open up your pussy for me Sweety, I want to see everything!”

Both girls realised, they were in the company of a strong alpha male intent on mating. This excited them and they found their pussies become wet and had that willing ache in response to him.

Stiletto got on the bed, forehead down on the mattress, with her naked ass in the air. Her arousal was immediately obvious, her labia were puffed, red and wet with desire.

Malana stood in front, touching and fondling herself. She sexily removed her boots in such a way that an experienced stripper would be proud. Then she opened up her pussy for him.

“Beautiful.” The Rockster murmured and he rubbed his cock head in Stiletto’s slit, coating himself in her juice. Then he could wait no more. In one mighty thrust, he entered and claimed Stiletto’s tight little pussy.
 
Stiletto shrieked at his sudden and unexpected rough possession. At the same time he growled with carnal lust. Her pussy walls pressed onto his shaft as he stretched her open. He gripped her hips and what followed was a raw, hard and urgent fuck. He went at her like a jack hammer.
He did not give a thought if he bruised her or caused her discomfort, nor did he even see that sexy little butt plug! Right now she was a fresh pussy to use and claim. And use and claim and fill was his full, obscene intent!

Back and forth he battered her pussy. Gripping her hips to hold her in place, occasionally slapping each butt cheek in alternate spanks to redden and instil in this sexy little wolf-slut who was in charge. His eyes skimmed over Stiletto’s lovely form but settled on Malana’s performance and pussy.

Stiletto loved this man’s lust. She had never felt such a strong desire for her before. It turned her on so much and her heart allowed a little of him inside. She moaned and groaned at each deep thrust into her willing body. She pushed her face into the bed clothes and pushed her ass up for him as high as she could. She had both hands palm down by her head to keep her balance in his forceful taking and whispered, “Yes, Fuck me! Oh Rockster, fuck me hard.”

Malana meanwhile was standing up, leaning with her shoulders against the wall above the bedstead. The Rockster watched her thrusting and circling her pussy at him as he fucked her friend.

She planted her feet wide enough to keep her balance from the robust, mating-rock on the bed. She opened her pussy with her fingers and pushed her clitoris hood aside so the little swollen bud could be seen. The smooth wet pink inner flesh displayed enticingly to The Rockster.
She moaned, licked her lips, began to rudely suck her finger and then rub her clit. She caught sight of herself in the dressing mirror behind The Rockster. She saw how shockingly erotic she looked. She was acting like an obscene and sexy little bitch on heat, just how the Wolf biker wanted and intended her to be!

The fresh drugs and alcohol shots in her system kicked in. They gave her a warm glow as she lost her inhibitions. She let herself sink into the sound of the music playing in the room and sexily masturbated for the man before her. She felt his eyes on her. She felt him looking at her intimate body parts. She felt his admiring leers and lusty approval. It gave her confidence to do more, to perform for him, like never before and behave like a sexy temptress to entice him to take her just as hard as he was taking Stiletto. She rubbed her breasts for him and repeatedly pulled and released her nipples with one hand, whilst the other messed with her pussy and built her wet passion. She licked her lips and pouted seductively.

The Rockster loved her sexy performance and the way Stiletto felt on his cock. By now Stiletto was also rubbing at her clitoris with a furious determination. It was so fucking hot! With a loud guttural growl he released that pent up cum that had been building up since seeing the scantily dressed Sweet Butts. It rocketed up from his balls, up his cock and right into Stiletto’s depths.

At the same time, Stiletto had felt him change his rhythm and knew he was close. She rubbed her clit harder and moaned loudly. When The Rockster ejaculated, it ignited the simmering embers of her own orgasm and she burst into a bright climactic flame. She screamed his name shrilly as her pussy convulsed and her legs quivered.

The Rockster continued to erupt from his cock until he eventually collapsed on top of Stiletto. He needed a minute or two to enjoy the aftermath of his own ecstasy and the time to catch his breath. Stiletto didn’t mind. She liked this man on top of her. She knew she liked him more than she should and a little of her dared hope, in time, he might feel the same.
 
Malana knelt down by him and slowly stroked his head. Her pussy was still throbbing from her self-play and the thrill of a man watching her. She needed him badly.

The Rockster suddenly looked up and smiled at both girls.

“Stiletto, clean me up Sweetheart. Get me ready for Round 2,” He sat on the bed and placed the pillows at his back on the headboard. “Malana come here baby, feed me that pussy.”
Stiletto moved to his lap and began her best fellatio ever. She seductively kissed, and licked and nibbled on his fine manhood. She tasted their union, teasing her taste buds into salivating all over him.

Malana planted her feet each side of him and thrust her intimate lips to his mouth. He French kissed her, open lipped with protruding tongue. The heat and indecency of the situation made her secrete her excitement. Her unique nectar glazed his tongue and mouth. She felt the wonder of this tongue explore all her folds and his goatee beard graze her skin. She gasped when she felt his thumbs part her labia wide, so he could access her even more.  She ground her forehead on the wall, shutting her eyes and enjoying The Rockster’s oral claiming of her pussy. God, he felt amazing!

Stiletto stroked his cock kissing and licking his balls. The Rockster was in heaven with a face full of pussy and a face buried in his crotch.
Both Sweet Butts were very beautiful and desirable woman. Each had perfect curves and he appreciated their sexy and revealing underwear that accentuated their fuckable bodies.

The Rockster’s tongue licked Malana’s furrow and his fingers stretched out her pussy lips ever further to examine and explore her. As he suckled her clitoris, she arched into his face losing herself in the moment. Malana moaned as the pleasurable sensations washed over her. He began to use alternate moves, of looking, spitting and French kissing her sex. Flushed and panting, her fingers found his hair and she fisted her hands.
His teases were too much and she heard him chuckle when she moaned loudly and impatiently ground her pussy to his mouth. Her excitement intensified and she pulled and bunched on his hair as she used his face for her own selfish needs.
 
She pressed her pussy into his face, circling her hips, her back arched, so her breasts thrust upwards towards the ceiling. Her hands pulled his head on to her. She shut her eyes, passion building and then The Rockster fingered her. Malana gasped when she felt him inside her for the first time. His fingers were cool in her wet heat, pushing in, curling forward, touching her sweet G spot. She flooded her need and moaned aloud all the more.

Malana looked down and saw him expertly working his magic on her pussy. The intimacy of this new man, her first Wolf sucking on her minge, the thrill of him nuzzling her black, freshly trimmed pubic hair was breath taking. She would remember this moment forever. She held his head, grinding on his face. It was so exciting, so pleasurable, such a turn on and then it hit.
 
Her orgasm suddenly flung her over that sexual cliff edge. It was strong, it was powerful and it shook her legs and convulsed her pussy. She screamed in release and collapsed against the wall. Then she slowly sank down beside The Rockster. He stroked the hair from her face and kissed her soundly as she lay down beside him. Then he kneaded and bunched her breasts and suckled her while Stiletto continued to worship his manhood.

Stiletto sexily fondled his cock, his balls and perineum, that sensitive strip of skin between the penis and the anus. She pressed hard but painlessly in that area and felt the root of his penis under the skin. As she intimately massaged him, she pushed her lips over his crown and gave him a shallow cock suck at the same time. The ambidextrous talent of her hands of one wanking his shaft and one massaging his cock base, with the sexy combination of the heat of her mouth suckling him soon caused him to become rock hard again.

Her incredible tongue explored the ridges and roundness of his cockhead and scooped at his little slit opening. She felt his hips begin to sexually circulate in response to her. It encouraged her to rim and tongue fuck that little hole and eventually she was rewarded in tasting his precum mixed in with her saliva.

“Mmmm,” Stiletto moaned in appreciation of his special male secretion and felt her own body flush with feminine heat. This man sexually excited her so much.
 
Stiletto moved into a better position between his legs to lick and kiss The Rockster’s length. She worshipped his cock and pushed his legs apart. She sexily moved underneath to nuzzle his balls. She heard him groan when her hair brushed his exposed inner thighs and the underside of his cock. Then she kissed upwards to his cock tip and began a steady deep head fuck on him, moving up and down. With each stroke she slipped deeper and deeper onto him until he was poking and then fucking into her throat.

Stiletto collapsed her cheeks for added pressure on his cock and sexily but gently grazed her teeth on him to increase the sensations that caused his body to shudder. She drooled over him as his cock stretched into her throat and she cupped and massaged his balls.
The Rockster loved what she was doing and was very tempted to blast all his cum into her throat and over her face and tits but Stiletto had had her quota of his cum for now. He wanted to share with Malana.
 
He tapped Stiletto on the head and beckoned her to move up and kiss him on the lips.
He looked at Malana, “Ride me baby. Show me what a good Sweet Butt you are like Stiletto has. See how hard she’s made me for you.” He smiled at her as she knelt astride him.

He held his dick straight for her and moaned as she aimed her pussy opening on him. She ground on his cockhead tip to scent him in her juice and to tease him. He watched intently and enjoyed the tightness of this new pussy when she lowered herself to take him all in. Soon she was impaled and full of The Rockster’s cock.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “Now fuck me baby!”

Malana did. She was so excited and creamed by his mouth. She needed him. Enthusiastically she fucked him and shut her eyes. She felt his fingers successfully search for her clitoris and rub her as she rode him. Her tits were bouncing for him, her pussy was throbbing for him and the butt plug in her ass teased her need even more on to a higher plane.
 
Satisfied that Malana was pleasuring her own need as well as his, The Rockster turned his attention to Stiletto. He kissed her on the mouth, taking his time to enjoy, fondling her breasts one handed, before moving down to suckle those magnificent tits.

Still rubbing Malana’s pussy with one hand, he indicated for Stiletto to get in a kneeling position so he could watch her fuck his hand. He dipped two fingers into her pussy and watched both ladies fuck, one on his cock and one on his two fingers. His thumbs remained still on each pussy as the women masturbated themselves against it. It was one of the most incredibly sexy and obscene sights he had ever seen.
He could tell they were as excited as him for while they gyrated, they moaned and eagerly sex danced just for him.
“I want your cum ladies,” He panted. They were driving him wild in this aroused state.

And then it happened. In perfect sync, the trio reached their sexual pinnacle at the same time and burst their dams within seconds of each other. All roared as their cum rushed from their bodies.
Malana moaned and flooded and convulsed all over his cock.
Stiletto groaned and flushed and fluttered all over his fingers and hand.
The Rockster growled and shot his load up into Malana, drenching her insides with his creamy rich semen.

They were all lost in their sea of pleasure, the experience of this amazing threesome forever imprinted in their memory.
The girls eventually flopped down on The Rockster spent for now. They panted deeply while they caught their breath. He chuckled at them but also felt the same lazy happiness and glow. He held their semi-nude bodies close to him.

“I’ll give you a rest for now ladies, but I want more and soon,” he laughed at them.
“Can we eat first?” Malana grinned back, a satisfied look in her eye. “Then we will let you find our hidden jewels.”

“Good idea,” Stiletto agreed and reached for the mobile at the side of the bed. “Who wants what? I’ll give our orders to Ebony. She’ll fetch for us.”
“I’ll have an ice cold beer, chicken and mayo club sandwich and a Mars bar,” The Rockster ordered laughing and then added inquisitively, “Mmm what hidden jewels?”

All this just reminded him how much he loved his club and brothers – bikes, sex, leathers, sex, Sweet Butts, sex, food, sex and beer – what more could a guy ask for!

Stiletto giggled, “You’ll find out soon enough Rockster,” and gave him a sexy kiss full of promise.
Malana giggled with her friend. Her own future looked sweeter than it had yesterday.

Malana decided she might just stop the drugs now. She wasn’t an addict after all. She was just enjoying herself. Tomorrow she would stop and clean up. She had a job now as a Sweet Butt for The Night Wolves. She had already met a nice guy called Arson and in time he might like her too. They could get together, live the dream of a beautiful house and white picket fence, with a room for his bike of course and maybe start a family.
 
The door knocked and brought Malana out of her reverie. She answered it for them and took the generously stacked tray of food and drinks and nibbles from Ebony.
“Enjoy,” Ebony told her.
“We will,” Malana told her and slid her eyes in the direction of The Rockster whilst still facing Ebony and mouthed “Wow.”

Ebony understood immediately and looked behind Malana at the naked Rockster on the bed. He looked delicious and she hoped she would have her turn with him soon. Reluctantly, she shut the door once more to give the trio their privacy.
Malana turned, placed the tray on the bed and they all tucked in hungrily.

“So are you girl’s going to tell me about your hidden jewels?” The Rockster was intrigued by their admission and teasing comment.
Both of the Sweet Butts laughed and shook their heads, “Nope… you have to find them yourselves!”
The Rockster burst out laughing with them and vowed, “Ladies, I think you know I will.”
“We are banking on it,” Stiletto teased. “First you eat though to keep up your strength!”

In answer, just like a Wolf ripping into his food, The Rockster growled loudly. Then he took a big bite from his club sandwich, shook his head from side to side and bared his teeth.
The afternoon was still young and the women giggled at him flirtatiously.
The Rockster smiled back and swigged his cold beer. After 10 years away, he was home!

The Alpha Wolf had his females in his den and he had a lot of time to make up for. He intended to use these Sweet Butts until they curled up from exhaustion. Little did they realise that long daily hours in the gym had given him a lot of stamina. He was full and over flowing with good things to come!

One thing was a sure bet. When he had finished, these young Sweet Butts would sleep well and they would be stiff and tender the next day!
They would forever breathe his name with a dreamy, wistful look on their faces whenever they thought of him or spoke of this day.

The Rockster was indeed home and living up to his name.


The End.

The man awoke from a deep sleep to the chimes of his cell phone alerting him to an incoming call. He groaned sleepily as he reached for it in the drawer of the bedside table. He realized it was not his regular ringtone which could only mean one thing. He was needed and he was needed now!
Pulling open the bed side drawer he grabbed his “burner” and answered.

“Yes?” He said, stifling a yawn.

“Grab your bag, we need your help. A car will be outside in a few.” The voice on the other end said. His tone was urgent but without emotion.

Twenty minutes later, Arnold Ross found himself in the back of a black Sports Utility Vehicle, being driven to… who knew where… with some dark and sinister men. 

He glanced at his watch. It was 3:15 AM! Ross didn’t recognize the driver but knew the other man in the front seat. His name was Logan but was known better by his Nickname “Bone Chiller.” He was a 250 pound, bald black man. He was the outfit’s most feared enforcer whose exploits were legendary in the underworld.

Once again, circumstance found Arnold Ross in the company of The Cartel’s most feared men.

The three men rode in silence interrupted only by Logan’s cell phone which he answered in brief, terse, one sentence replies to the person on the other end.

Ross knew better then to ask what was going on. Logan treated him with disdain and would tell him when he was good and ready.
After another update call, Logan turned around and spoke to him.
“Ok Doctor, and I use that term very loosely, we got three guys shot. Two are just winged but the third guy is real bad. It’s a gut shot.”  Logan said calmly.

“Gut shot? Christ Logan! He needs an emergency room!” Ross told him immediately.

“That’s a “no-can-do” Doc. They left a bunch of bodies on the road. Only a matter of time before they are found and then the Feds will be on it like stink on shit.” Logan informed him.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” Ross held up his small medic and first aid kit. He felt panicked. Failure was always dealt with harshly in this crime syndicate.

“Calm down Doctor Ross. You will have what you need when we get there.” Logan replied

“Mind if I smoke?” Ross asked reaching into his shirt pocket. He was wide awake now and anxious.

“Yes I do mind! It’s bad for your health Doc.” Logan laughed

An hour later, the SUV slowed and turned off the road. Ross saw the sign of the place, “GROVE ANIMAL HOSPITAL.” As they drove in slow, he could see horse stables and kennels and lots of small buildings in the moonlight. The place was huge and far off the main road.

One of Logan’s men suddenly appeared in the roadway and his shadowy figure guided them behind a large barn.
 
“The owner is a friend. The place is closed on Sundays so we have the place to ourselves.” Logan told Ross as they parked.

They were met by a worried looking older gentleman who introduced himself as Ronan Meld, the owner of the animal hospital and the local veterinarian. He asked, “You the surgeon?”
 
Ross nodded and followed the nervous Veterinarian into the building.

“I can patch up these two,” the Vet pointed to the wounded men sitting in chairs, “but this guy is out of my expertise.”

Ross could hear the man moaning, even over the din of barking dogs who had been disturbed by all the commotion. Arnold Ross closed the door to the operating room. He did a quick examination of the man and checked all his vitals. He was in bad shape and it would be touch and go if he made it.

“He is going to bleed out. We’re going to need plasma and lots of it. Do you know his blood type?” Ross knew what he had to do, but wasn’t sure if Lady Luck would shine down on his patient.

“Way ahead of you. It will be here in about 5 minutes. Best get started Doc!” Logan told him and ordered his men to watch out for the incoming car carrying the blood supply.
Ross ordered a couple of men to wash and disinfect their hands from the elbows down.

“You have just become my assistants,” he informed their shocked faces. “Now do exactly what I say.  Ronan I need your surgical instruments. Where are they?”

Ronan answered, “Behind you. Just pull the drawers out. They are all sterilized and ready to go including surgical needles, staplers, clips and surgical threads.”

“Perfect,” Ross was pleased by what he saw and the state and quality of the equipment on offer to use.
Then he set to work, using his surgical skills, to save this man’s life.

Five exhausting hours later, Dr Arnold Ross sat on a folding chair taking in the morning air, sipping a much needed coffee. His hands and clothes were still blood stained and he stunk of sterilizing fluids.

“Well?” Logan asked as he walked up.

“The bullet went clean through, but he had lots of secondary trauma. I stopped the bleeding though, and cleaned and stitched him up. The big worry now is infection and other complications could arise. He needs better care than this place.”  Ross told him. He rubbed his face exhausted.

“Can we move him?” Logan asked.

“Not by car. Have you got an ambulance?” Arnold replied.

“His father’s helicopter is inbound with two real doctors. We got to get him out of the country now.” Logan said.

“His father’s helicopter?” Ross queried. Who the hell had he just saved? Not just anyone had a helicopter!
Logan grinned at Ross’s puzzled expression. “Yes, you just saved the boss’s son’s life!” Logan said letting the words sink in.

The helicopter arrived and landed. It sat in the field as Logan’s men loaded the patient on. Ross briefed the doctors and handed them the X-rays and his notes. Logan and Ross watched the helicopter rise up and leave for an unknown destination.

There was a flurry of activity suddenly as Logan’s crew began work to remove all traces of their presence. Ronan Meld was suitably compensated and the Black SUV pulled up for Arnold Ross.
He got in the back with his sinister escorts once more.

Logan handed Ross a fat envelope and said, “Use some of this money to get a haircut and some new clothes. You look a mess! Try to look the part Doc, you degenerate.”

The former Doctor Arnold Ross rode home tired but giddy with exhaustion and pleased with how the operation had gone. He kept patting the 1 inch thick envelope in his coat pocket.

This bonus money was a Godsend! He was up to his neck with the loan sharks yet again.
He told himself over and over, this was going to be the last time but deep down he knew his lack of self-control would get the better of him again like it always did. He was a gambling addict!

In a former life he had been a successful surgeon, a pillar of the community but that darker side of his addictive personality always lurked.
He loved drinking, drugs, gambling and high end call girls!

His downfall began when he met some like-minded colleagues and together they opened a Pain Clinic in rural Florida. In reality it was a “pill mill” and their greed of easy money was too much of a temptation. They prescribed and dispensed powerful narcotics as pain medications totally inappropriately or for non-medical reasons to their patients and made a fortune from them or their medical insurances.

Things went south when the Feds eventually became suspicious of these activities and began snooping around and one of his partners went state evidence and sold them all down the river to save his own sorry ass.

Prescription drug overdoses were placed as the second leading cause of accidental death behind traffic crashes and painkillers as the top narcotic contributing to death. They should have seen it coming!

Ross was investigated and charged with "drug trafficking." He was found guilty and spent 2 years in prison with a forfeiture of almost all his assets. His medical license was revoked and it left him in his current state.

He lived in a small apartment and his only income came from being a “fix it” doctor for a crime cartel and of course his occasional gaming win.

It could be worse; the retainer fee they paid him was decent and regular. Sometimes months would pass before they needed his services. This left him lots of free time to pursue his vices.

The cartel found him useful and trustworthy. The payment of his retainer came with one big stipulation. He was on call 24/7. A missed call would mean trouble. And trouble meant dealing with Logan – AKA Bone Chiller.
   
A few weeks later Ross was lounging by the apartment complex pool in the warm sun like a basking lizard, when his burner phone chimed an incoming call. The tune indicated it was them again.

“Yes?” Ross answered.
“Get dressed. I’ll pick you up in an hour.” Logan’s familiar voice ordered.

“Ok.” Ross said but the line was already dead.

Two hours later, Arnold Ross found himself in down town Miami on an elevator with Logan heading up to the top penthouse.

Logan had not said much to him the entire car ride and Ross’s heart was pounding.
He had a good idea who he was about to meet and wondered if he would leave alive.
Had that young man survived his impromptu surgery?
His head was spinning with unanswered questions. He was worried.

The door opened and Logan and Ross were greeted by an armed bodyguard.
Logan handed the man his gun and the bodyguard patted down Ross for a weapon. Satisfied the men were unarmed he made a call then let the men pass.

Logan led the way to a massive living room. There were a few men Ross did not recognize standing by a bar.
The lone figure looking out at the cityscape, Ross recognized at once.
He was Adrian Alexios, a Greek and the undisputed leader of this Europe/USA crime cartel.
He was also the Big Boss who paid his retainer.

Alexios slowly turned to face his new company and nodded at Logan in acknowledgement. Logan nodded respectfully back. The Greek’s gaze then scrutinized Ross for a long time in silence.

He took a few steps closer and put on pair of glasses that hung around his neck with a gold chain. He kept staring at Ross as if he was scrutinising a new and expensive painting.

Arnold Ross’s appearance clashed with the room. All the other men were immaculately dressed and groomed in their suits and crisp white shirts.

Ross, however, was wearing a short sleeved shirt that had a splurge of smudged colours. It looked like a confused Milky Way's Galactic Center in the night sky. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he had chosen to wear a pair of tattered grey knee length shorts that had large white petalled flowers on and black flip flops. His hair was long and his face unshaved for at least a week. A pair of Ray ban shades were propped on his head. His appearance wasn’t unlike that of Jeff Bridges as “The Dude" Lebowski in The Big Lebowski.

After a long pause, Alexios finally spoke. “This is the guy?” He said amazed, with a heavy Greek accent.

Logan nodded.

“He looks like a hippie beach bum!” Alexios laughed at his own joke and approached Ross.
He shook Ross’s hand firmly while his cronies also began to laugh sycophantically with him.

Alexios then got serious, grasping Ross’s hand, “You saved my boy’s life. My Doctors down south tell me you did excellent work. I am in your debt.”

Putting his arm around Ross’s shoulders, he led him to the bar, “Let’s have a drink...your name?”

“Ross, Arnold Ross, but my friends call me Arnie,” Ross said with a grin and a feeling of relief washed over him. Nothing was going to happen to him. It seemed the Boss liked him, for now, at least.

“Arnie, Arnold… like Arnold Schwarzenegger, the actor in The Terminator.”  Alexio smiled. “But you are not a Terminator. You are Arnie, Arnie The Sustainer of life.” Alexios said warmly. “I will call you Arnie.” 

On instruction from Alexios, the barman poured them both two shot glasses of spirits, a double Glenfiddich Whiskey and a Grey Goose Vodka. 

Alexios clinked his whiskey glass with Ross’s and toasted him, “To Arnie The Sustainer. Thank you for my Son’s life.”

They both drank the whiskey in one chug. Alexios slammed his empty shot glass down on the bar counter and watched smiling as Arnie copied him.

With the vodka drinks in hand, the men wandered outside to a terrace and sat at a table. The view was impressive. It was 30 stories high with the ocean to the east and the setting sun to the west.

“So it’s fair of me to presume, your son is recovering well?” Arnie asked sipping his vodka.

“Yes, yes, he is improving every day. He is down in the islands far away from prying eyes and any unwanted attention of the law.” Alexios answered. He paused and then continued, “It is tragic when things like this happen. If people did business like adults and not… what’s the word mmm… cowboys…like cowboys, we would all be better off.” Alexios sighed and added thoughtfully, “But then again, if that were true, I would have no need for you or Logan!” Alexios joked.

Everybody laughed even Logan.

Alexios’s bodyguard suddenly came out and whispered in Alexios’s ear. The crime boss listened then nodded.

“Arnie, back to the reason I wanted to see you. You handled that situation with my son like a professional and that pleases me very much. I would therefore, like to reward you for your efforts and show you my thanks. I want you to go to my private island in the Bahamas with Logan. I want you to enjoy yourself. Treat what’s mine as yours for the whole weekend. That is, if you are free of commitment of course? If so, we could do this another time?” Alexios said smiling.

Arnie couldn’t believe his ears. Him? Busy? A weekend at a private island!
“No. No, nothing I can’t get out of.” Arnie shook his head and laughed, not wanting to sound too over eager.

“Alright then. The jet is ready and my car is waiting for us down stairs.” Alexios informed him.

Arnie rang his neighbor to take care of his place and told her he’d be out of town for the weekend.
 
Soon after, he was high in the clouds above the Caribbean and the mood in the plane was downright festive.
Alexios kept the drinks coming and even Logan had had an attitude replacement. He was actually being nice to Arnie for a change.

A splendid dinner was served and the three men exchanged humorous stories and anecdotes from their youth. The boss and employee roles seemed to vanish the drunker they got. It was more like three buddies on a good time weekend trip.

Arnie was feeling relaxed and happy. Emotions he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He knew this was going to be a weekend to make good memories and he was going to make the most of it.


- Continued -

Some hours later, Arnie’s eyes fluttered open and he was looking at a ceiling fan spinning and whirring softly. He was still dressed and laying on a king size bed. Lifting his head he looked around. He was in a real nice room and the shades were thoughtfully drawn shut.

His head pounded and he lay back down and tried to remember the night before. He could recall dinner on the plane then the endless shots of ouzo and a hookah filled with fine Afghani hashish. He remembered the airplane landing and that he was unable to walk. Logan had had to give him a piggy back ride to a golf cart. He remembered being plonked unceremoniously down on the seat.
His brow furrowed as he tried to remember more in his fogged up brain.

His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tap on the door. There was a noise of a key in the lock and the door opened. A pretty blonde haired woman popped her head into the room.

“I think he is alive.” The woman said entering, followed by another attractive woman pushing a cart into the room.
Arnie lifted his head and said “Hello” then groaned and lay back down again.

The blonde sat on the edge of the bed and looked down on Arnie.

“Too much fun last night?” she asked with sympathy in her voice.

Arnie mumbled something and put a pillow over his face. How could two lovely visions see him like this, at his worst? He’d just woken up and had a hell of a hangover!

Arnie protested as she pulled the pillow away and sat him up.

“Good morning Arnie, I’m Kendra and my friend over there is Joan. We are your Cabana Girls for your stay with us. We will look after you, clean your guest house, fetch and indulge you”

“Hi Arnie!” the other woman waved with a smile.

Arnie focused his eyes on the two women. Both of them were dressed the same in small triangle, shiny blue bikini tops and tight Daisy Duke denim shorts. Both were knock outs!

The blonde, Kendra, had sky blue eyes, shoulder length hair and was quite buxom almost spilling out of her bikini top.

The other girl, Joan was tall and lithe with long dark hair and sultry green bedroom eyes.
“Not the worst way to wake up,” Arnie mused. Too bad he felt like a reanimated cadaver!

“Ok. First things First. We need to get you back in fighting form. Time for Kendra’s hangover remedy.” Kendra said to him with a sweet smile.

Step 1 was 2 x Alka-Seltzer tablets in a glass of ice cold water and a lemon twist.
Arnie was dehydrated and chugged down the magic elixir. His stomach began to feel better almost immediately.

Step 2 was a small breakfast of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and slightly burned toast. Joan soothingly explained as she fed him in bed, that the carbon on the toast would soak up those nasty alcohol by-products!

Step 3 was some strong coffee and Kendra handed him a small hash pipe. “Just a few hits. It will help smooth over the rough edges.”
Arnie was thoroughly enjoying the pampering and feeling better by the minute.

“Ready for Step 4 - a shower?” Joan asked as she cleared away his plate and refilled his coffee mug.

“I just realized I came down here with nothing but the clothes on my back.” Arnie said as he got to his feet.

“No worries that dresser over there is stocked with shirts and shorts. It’s real casual here.” Kendra said as she made his bed and mysteriously added, “Step 5 can wait.”

In the bathroom, Arnie found everything he needed. He brushed his teeth and took a long steamy hot shower and even decided to shave and trim his beard into a goatee. His handsome features were now visible in his freshly groomed and neat look.

With a towel around his waist, he came out of the bathroom but the women were gone!
He was disappointed for a moment, especially after all his grooming efforts, “Shit. I knew that was too good to be true.”

Then his stomach flipped in nervous excitement when he heard them talking outside. He went to the door and saw the girls were lying on Chaise Lounges on a patio area.

It dawned on him that he was not at the main house. He had been given his own small guest cottage that was on a pristine white beach. He went back inside and found a plain white tee shirt and some draw string sky blue shorts that were in his size. On a hat rack he spotted a straw cowboy hat and placed it on his head.

He also found his trusty old ray ban sunglasses on the bed side table. He put them on and stepped outside.
 
“Well look at you.” Joan greeted him and his new fresh look with approval.

“Born again bad.” Kendra added laughing and admiring him too.

Arnie playfully twirled in a circle for them and took in his surroundings at the same time. They were on the beach. A few other cottages could be seen in the distance. It was warm and sunny with a sea breeze. Looking behind the cottage, he saw a high bluff covered in trees and shrubs and on top was a large mansion.

“That’s Adrian Alexios’s place. He calls it Olympus.” Kendra told him.

“Want the 2 dollar tour of the island?” Joan asked.

They all hopped into the golf cart and for the next few hours, they showed Arnie around. It was a tropical paradise. The girls pointed out things of interest as they rode along the gravel roads. The island had lots to offer, swimming, snorkelling and deep sea fishing and an abundance of wildlife.

The trio made their way up the bluff road to Olympus. It lived up to its name Arnie thought. There were commanding views of the entire island, a large pool and a tennis court. Other than some staff doing chores, the place was deserted.

“Where is everybody?” Arnie asked.

“I think Logan and Adrian’s pilot are fishing and Adrian usually keeps to himself until late afternoon. You four are the only guests here at the moment.” Kendra replied.

“Adrian left word that drinks and dinner start at eight tonight, and don’t be late.” Joan laughed.

“Ugghh more drinks.” Arnie groaned. He was still slightly hung over and tired.

“Ladies if tonight is even half as wild as last night, I am going to need a nap. Could you take me back down to my guest house?”

“Aww poor baby, sure.” Joan said.

On the trip down, Arnie’s mind turned to these two very hot girls. They were friendly and flirtatious.

Hangovers always did make him think of sex for some strange reason… and of course… that made him horny! Nothing would be better than a little more hashish to loosen up and maybe have a little fun fucking one or even both of these amazing chicks.

He wondered if that was part of their duties as his cabana girls and how he could even broach the subject. He would just love to get down and dirty with these two beautiful babes!

Back at his cabin Kendra opened the door and Arnie flopped on the bed and let out a sigh. It was hot outside and the air-conditioning felt lovely.

“Anything we can do for you hon?” Joan asked.

“Some water and some more of that hash would be nice.” Arnie replied.

“We have something better than that,” Kendra laughed.

“How about a massage? My specialty” Joan offered.

“That would be wonderful.” Arnie sighed.

Arnie took off his shirt and rolled onto his stomach. Kendra returned from the small kitchen with a bottle of water and a tray. On the tray was a glass pipe and a small vial of golden liquid.

“Hash oil, this stuff is the bomb!” Kendra said with a smirk on her face. She got on the bed and prepared the pipe for Arnie.

Joan climbed onto Arnie and sat on the small of his back and began massaging his neck, shoulders and back. Her fingers felt amazing and not only relaxed him, but also tugged on his Horny scale making it creep higher and higher.

Kendra offered Arnie the glass bowl and heated it with a butane torch as he inhaled the potent vapors. Inhaling deeply, he held it in as long as he could, then exploded in a fit of coughing. It was indeed as good as Kendra had promised.
Both girls laughed and took hits for themselves.

Arnie took a few more hits, then sipped his water, very stoned and relaxed. By now, he was half lying and half sitting on his back. He basked in the attention of these angels in his room. He was getting very aroused again and Arnie’s mind raced, full of naughty ideas.

He thought silently to himself, “They are my cabana girls right? Didn’t they say they were here to indulge me?” He admired their breasts. They seemed to be straining against those small shiny blue triangles. Those perky nipples needed to be released.

In his stoned state, his hands reached out, almost dream-like and in slow motion. His palms found their targets. Those tits felt lovely and soft and the nipples were hard, like little pebbles. Each of his hands had two lovely pairs to play with. The girls were kneeling on the bed each side of him, pushing their breasts into his closest groping hand.

They moaned as he squeezed and pinched their nipples and eventually pulled the triangles to the side so he could play with their tits and look at them properly.

His desires were suddenly answered when Joan responded to his touches and began to tug down his shorts. Arnie shifted to help her and to show the girls his raging hard on.

‘Oh Arnie you are a big boy. Time for Step 5 of the Hangover Remedy I think,” Joan teased him and mused to Kendra.

“Not polite to point Arnie.” Kendra giggled to him and said to Joan, “Yes it is time for Step 5.”

The women began to undress as Arnie watched with a big stoned smile on his face.
 
Kendra’s breasts were amazing, round and full with small areolas and pert nipples. Just how he liked them. His gaze went further down her curvy body. She had a small blonde tuft of pubic hair and a jewelled ring in her belly button with a nice round ass. He couldn’t resist pulling her pubic hair while she giggled at him.

Joan was no slouch either! She was thinner than Kendra with a fashion model’s body. She had firm long legs and an ass to die for. And much to Arnie’s delight, she was completely shaved! He ran his fingers over her mons pubis. She was so smooth, no bristles at all.

With Arnie sitting up against the bed board, the girls got on the bed on either side of him and snuggled in close. An arm around each of them, Arnie played with their breasts as they took turns giving him lusty, passionate kisses.

Back in his glory days, he had done a few threesomes’ with two grand a night escorts but, he was usually too fucked up by drugs, to really enjoy them.

But this afternoon was different, he was sober enough to enjoy this troilism! He was pleasantly baked on hash oil, but this encounter, would be remembered and go in his personal highlight reel.

The girls wiggled free from his arms and enticingly moved down to his hard cock and began licking his shaft from the base up to the head. Arnie groaned in this double headed bliss.

“Mmmm, so this is Step 5 of their special Hangover Remedy,” he moaned with approval.

Their tongues intermingled sexily. Kendra cupped his balls and Joan pushed against his taint stimulating his prostate. His pre cum oozed and was greedily licked up. Joan went first and took him into her open mouth and sucked and stroked him then offered his slick hard cock to Kendra who did the same.
Over and over the girls took turns sucking him off.

Arnie gasped as Kendra opened his legs wider and began rimming his ass as Joan deep throated his hard shaft! It was too much and not wanting to blow his load too early he sat up and said, “My turn.”

Positioning Kendra on her back, he spread her legs and began licking her wet pussy. Her lips opened like a flower in bloom and oozed her nectar from within to feed his willing tongue.

Joan soon joined him and both of their tongues and fingers pleasured Kendra’s pussy and ass.
Arnie got his hard cock back under control. Then he moved, leaving Joan to continue to lick Kendra some more, and he climbed on top to fuck Kendra’s fine mammaries.

His cock was soon buried between Kendra’s big soft tits. He stroked back and forth in a steady fucking rhythm. Joan got up and opened the bed side drawer and handed Arnie a bottle of lube and a large pink vibrator. Then she climbed onto Kendra’s face, facing Arnie. Kendra obliged and began licking and sucking Joan’s bald pussy.

Opening the cap of the lube with his teeth, Arnie poured a generous amount in between Kendra’s tits. Clicking on the vibrator, he teased Kendra snatch folds and clit.

Joan wiggled her hips back and forth and kissed Arnie as Kendra was licking her pussy in a frenzy of need.

Once again the urge to cum was close for Arnie and he had to stop.
He got off Kendra and watched the girls began to form in a 69 position.

Turning his attention to Joan, he began to fuck her with the vibrator while Kendra licked and suckled on Joan’s clit.

Arnie was turned on beyond words. These two women were amazing and had no boundaries it seemed. He was living the fantasy of most men.

Two beautiful naked women were in his bed! His bed, performing like two wonderful sexy sluts! He felt like a kid in a candy store and they had only just got started!

Arnie upped the ante and naughtily but slowly pushed the vibrator against Joan’s ass hole. When she didn’t object, he pushed the toy into her anal passage. She grunted and moved to encourage him to push in deeper and deeper. So he did until she had taken all the toy into her body.
Both women were moaning sexily. They were primed and ready. It was time to start fucking them.

Arnie lay down beside the girls and they quickly got the idea. Joan sat on Arnie’s face and Kendra sucked him back to full erection before mounting him.

The girls began to kiss as Kendra lewdly gyrated up and down on Arnie’s cock. At first, it was a sexy rub, but then she put him inside her and fucked him slow.

Arnie tongue fucked Joan, exploring her delicious shaved pussy and played with Kendra’s swollen clitoris with his fingers and thumb.

Both women were moaning in unison. After a few minutes the girls swapped positions and Joan deep throated Arnie’s hard cock again before mounting him.

Kendra faced Arnie and climbed on to his face and grabbed his head and pushed down. Arnie got busy with Kendra’s very wet pussy. He slipped a wet finger into her ass for good measure.

“That’s it, that’s it Arnie! Don’t you fucking stop!” Kendra almost pleaded in ragged breaths.

Moments later, Kendra went rigid as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Her creamy cum coated his face.

She rolled off Arnie and collapsed next to him panting, covered in goose bumps. Her cheeks and breasts were blushing red in her peaked and satisfied state.

“You always cum first, you’re such a light weight Kendra.” Joan teased chuckling.

“Fuck you Joanie.” Kendra sighed, eyes closed and basking in her after glow.

“I do believe Doctor Ross is doing just that!” Joan countered.

Arnie laughed then rolled Joan over and pulled out. Yet again he was ready to cum and he wanted more.  He went down on her again licking and fingering both openings till he gained control of his cock for the third and last time. He was deliberately building up a major load so it would be an epic explosive experience for him.

Joan rolled over and got on her knees, offering the lust crazed Arnie her lovely ass.
Kendra who had recovered a bit rose up and put her chin on Joan ass and began to play with Joan’s clit.
Arnie got to his feet behind Joan and offered his cock to Kendra who gave him a lusty suck before he slipped into Joan’s wet pussy. Arnie pumped in and out slow and easy and every once and awhile slipped out and into Kendra’s waiting mouth again.

Pussy. Mouth. Pussy. Mouth. It was utterly indecent and very hot.

“Fuck her ass Doc, she loves it.” Kendra said with a wicked smile.

Arnie pulled out and Kendra lubed him up with an exquisite hand job. Then she delightfully spread Joan’s butt cheeks wide for him.
 
Arnie pressed into Joan’s tight ass with ease and began to slide in and out slow at first. Then he began to pick up the pace and pumped her good as his climax was coming on fast. Joan moaned at his incredible ass fucking.

Kendra found the vibrator and buzzed Joan’s clit to add to Joan’s lusty delight.

Joan moaned and began to fuck Arnie back, like a good little slut. She fucked and wiggled her ass and began to pound her fist on the bed as her orgasm started. She let out a loud moan that echoed and bounced off the cabins walls while her climax took her.

When she had calmed and finished, the top half of her body slumped into the bed clothes but her ass remained up for Arnie who continued to impale her.

Kendra slid off the bed and knelt by Arnie’s side as he fucked Joan’s ass in a frenzy.

“Cum on my tits baby,” Kendra cooed, pushing her big breasts together to entice and tempt him.

Arnie was both and pulled out and jammed his slick hard cock between Kendra’s tits. He gave one quick thrust before exploding and sending thick jets of hot cum all over Kendra’s tits and neck. He turned and sprayed some on Joan’s ass too for good measure. They looked fantastic with his globby cum on their bodies.
 
Kendra then took his cock into her mouth for a toe curling post cum blow job.

Twenty minutes later an exhausted but happy Arnold Ross sat shirtless on the patio smoking his first cigarette of the day. His cabana girls were in the shower.

He needed another shower too but that could wait. He liked being covered in their smell. He let out a big lazy yawn. He was ready for his nap.

“Shit it’s only Friday, I got two more days of this,” Arnie mused, justifying his laziness. “Maybe tomorrow I will go snorkelling, then again I might be hung over and in need of Kendra and Joan’s special Hangover Remedy.”

“Any way it plays out,” Arnie thought, “It was a win-win situation for the former Doctor Arnold Ross.” He took a big draw on his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ash tray.

He thought to go back inside and watch these two hot babes all wet and soap lathered in his shower. Suddenly, he felt a second wind of energy.

After such delightful hospitality, even though he was tired, the least he could do, as a gentleman, was to offer to wash their backs!

He smiled, stretched and walked back inside. “Yes, their backs,” he mused and headed towards the shower room.


The End.

It had been a long day, and I was finally heading home.  My friends and I enjoyed a lovely day of shopping through the city.  As I drove into the parking lot and parked the car at the apartment, I couldn't help but look down and check out the new outfit I bought today.  The sleek black shirt had been on clearance and was so sexy with that lace covering the upper portion of my chest.  The long sleeves were perfect for the day as it was cooler than it had been for a while. 

The skirt I found later in the morning.  The shimmer in the mini skirt made the skirt seem alluring and sexy.  I knew in a moment that I had to buy it to go with the shirt. 

The outfit was so elegant and sexy that I had to put it on after buying it.  I could feel the eyes of many men watching me as my friends and I continued through the day of shopping.  Only one guy remained in my thoughts as I went through the day and that was my Master who I would see at home. 

Once I finished admiring my elegant outfit and remembering my day, I opened my car door and walked into the apartment.  Pressing the button to the elevator, I made my way towards the apartment I share with my Master.  As I unlock the door, I wonder what fun things would happen tonight.  It was a very special day for us.  We were celebrating five years together.

Inside the apartment, I hung my keys up and lock the door behind me.  My eyes settle on the fireplace mantle as I see a vase with five red roses.  Beside the vase was a heart shape box of chocolates.  I walk over closer and see a note laying there with the small gifts. 

Pet, happy anniversary.  For every year we have been together, I have left five of each here on the mantle to greet you as you come home after your day of shopping.  When you are ready for your next gift of five meet me in the playroom.  I expect you to be naked and wearing your play collar.  Love, Master.

Sniffing the roses and taking just a moment to enjoy Master's thoughtfulness, I open the box of chocolates and see only five were left.  I smile as I realized he left the ones I loved the most and removed the rest from the box. 

Walking into my bedroom, I laid my purse on the glass top table in the middle of the room beside my laptop.  I took off my daily public collar which is just a very nice choker and laid it inside my jewellery box.  Grabbing my play collar, I put the black leather around my neck and secure it.  The eye loop was placed in the front, so Master could easily use it however he would like while we play tonight. 

Rubbing my fingers lightly over the collar, I recall the day that Master first gave it to me.  He was so confident, and I doubt he would have easily let me go if I had refused.  He loved me so much, and I'm sure he knew how much I loved him in return.  I gave him my heart, mind, and body that day and never regret it.  Sure he pushed the boundaries of what I would do, but he always kept my wellbeing in mind. 

Stripping my clothes off my body, I fold the outfit neatly and lay it on my bed until later when I could put it away properly or show my Master the sexy new outfit.  I grab the new toy I bought to surprise Master for the anniversary out of the closet and carry the heart shape crop into the kitchen. 

Setting the crop down on the counter, I check my hiding spot in the kitchen and pull out the chocolate cake I made while Master was at work the other day.  I place it on the counter knowing we would need something to munch on after the session to regain some strength, for he always wears our bodies down during each of our sessions.  I sliced a few pieces of the cake, so it was all ready as soon as we came back in the kitchen to eat it. 

I grab the crop and walk into the hallway that led to the play room. Glancing towards the wall, I see the painting I made for my Master. It was the first gift I gave him after we moved into this apartment.  It was an impressionist type painting from our first year together when he introduced me to the delights of sex outside.  I painted the field of wheat shimmering with the golden locks right before harvest with the trees in the background still nice and green.  The sun was out so bright that day, and I knew after he made love to me out there that I had to make a lasting memory for us to remember the start always.

 Sighing softly in contentment, I rubbed my fingertips along the paintings frame and made my way down the hallway.  I peek inside the play room, and my jaw dropped at what I saw inside.  Rose petals scattered around the room on the floor, and six men including Master sat on the couches where we did our aftercare.  Aftercare were times to reflect on what happen and talk them through or sometimes just to snuggle and relax.  It all depended on how intense the sessions got that time. 
   
As I glanced inside the play room, I noticed that they were the guys that Master would talk to regularly at the club we attended on occasion.  They were all dominant guys, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.  I had never pleased that many guys at once. 

My heart raced as I contemplated what to do.  I was scared of having that many dominant men around the room.  It was hard enough at the club doing it with just Master knowing that the others could look at me.  I trusted my Master to take care of me though, for he had proven himself many times over in the past few years.

Master glanced up and saw me looking into the room.  His salt and pepper hair was a little unruly making me want to run my fingers through his hair.  He smiled at me and opened his arms a little in that small gesture of his that always put me at ease when things got tough.  His small gesture gave me the strength to carry out his wish. 

My body slid easily down to the ground as I prepared to crawl into the room towards my Master.  I lift the crop up to my lips and slide it inside my mouth to hold the crop softly until it is delivered right to my Master's hand.  I crawl into the room heading for my Master.  Our eyes are locked together as he loved to see into my eyes the entire time. 

I heard the movement as the other guys must have turned and watched me crawl into the room.  The noise of the conversations disappeared as they all watched me silently.  I stop right at the feet of my Master and keep my eyes locked onto him.  He absolutely hates it when I look away from him once the session has started unless he tells me to.

Master's smile was so big as he noticed the brand new crop I got for us.  He reached down and took it from my mouth.  Setting it down on the coffee table, he smiled back at me and cupped my face with his hands.

“Thank you, pet.  I love the crop, but I want to use it on you when we are alone later.  For now, I want you to please these men.  Climb on the play table and be ready for all of these hard cocks.”

Climbing up on the table in the middle of the play room, I can feel the heat of all six men's eyes gazing at my naked pussy.  As wet as I am, I am sure that they can see the glistening of the moisture clinging to my pussy lips. 

One by one the men came closer and grabbed my wrists and ankles.  Spreading my body wide open, two of the men attach cuffs to my ankles and connect the cuffs to two of the legs of the table.  My pussy was opened and on display for the men as I was unable to close my legs any because of the restraint on my ankles.

My eyes remained focused on Master as he stood by the couches keeping watch over what the guys were doing to me.  He looked so handsome as always.  Today, he was extra handsome as he dressed up in a black suit with a nice crisp white shirt.  The top couple of buttons were undone, so I was able to see the glimpse of his chest hair peeking out.  He sure does know how to make me hot for him.  I sure hope I get to touch him tonight.  I want to grab hold of that shirt and hold on tight as he fucks me hard.

One of the men moved into my sight blocking my view from Master, and he smiled and looked deep into my eyes.  It was Steve with his vibrant red hair.  The best friend of Master and myself.  The only man who Master has ever let use me before.  Steve was the only guy who had permission to use me when he wanted, for some days Master was so busy where he couldn't take of my needs and make me feel that ownership.  Steve was also the only guy we did a threesome with on many occasions as our schedules allowed.

“Are you ready to serve us this evening, little mare?” Steve asked me as he gently stroked my face.

 “Yes, Sir.”

I nod and feel one of the other guys settle in between my legs.  Looking between my legs, I see it was James.  He was one Master talked to a lot at the club.  They both loved to banter back and forth.  I remember once Master teased about letting him have a taste when I accidentally dropped a little salsa on my chest when we were snacking at the bar.

James head dips between my legs where all I see is his brown hair.  My hands still being held above my head by a couple of the guys as I can still see Steve at my side.  James tongue flicks out and does a quick tasting from my soaked pussy.

“I think she tastes better than the snack food at the bar.” James said towards Master.

Glancing past Steve, I see Master nod with a big smile on his face.  Master loves tasting me often and does it as a reward when I do well with my tasks. He knows I get so hot from being licked and often times I go crazy with need.

James dips his tongue inside my pussy and keeps lapping up my juices while his finger begins to circle around my soaked clit.  My body shifting towards his mouth as I seek out more of his tongue.  A bite to my pussy lip makes me jump as James reminds me that he is the one in charge and not I.  My pussy clenching from the ache that was building deep inside my body.

James stands and looks over at Master. “She is ready.”

James unhooks my ankles from the restraints, and the men easily flip my body over.  James presses my knees underneath my body making me kneel on the table.

Master looks at me.  “Are you ready for your gift of five, pet? 

“Yes, Master.”

Nodding my head when Master asked me if I was ready, I see out of the corner of my eyes the men smiling because they knew they were about to use my body. 

“Each man will only get one spot.  Since we both trust Steve a lot, I am letting him have your pussy tonight.”

Looking at Steve, I see the twinkle in his eyes as he already knows how tightly my pussy squeezes his cock from all the previous times we had some fun.  I can feel the juices leaking down onto my thighs, for Steve always makes sure I go crazy with the pleasure.

“James, we have talked to on many occasions, and I am allowing him to have your ass.  He is an expert at easing in, so you shouldn't feel pain.”

Master knows it still hard for me to do it from the one excruciating time I had before we were together.  He still has me do it, but it normally takes a lot of preparation and care.

“The other three you recognize from the club as well, but we never really talked to them together.  However, I have seen you eying Paul every chance you get.  I know how you love that tanned body and black hair, so I am letting him have your mouth so you can eye him while the men all use your body.”

Glancing towards Paul, I see that nicely tanned body of his.  His arms are so muscled.  I can tell that he must work out regularly to stay in such great shape.  I could feel the saliva building in my mouth as I appreciate his nice body.  That thick dark hair of his reminds me of Master when he looked younger.  Maybe in a way, Paul was similar to what Master looked like when he was younger.

“Daniel has been in the lifestyle for a long time and will be more of an overseer to make sure your safe signals are observed.  With this many guys I wanted someone who had the experience to make sure you were well looked after.  You will be stroking his cock the entire time.”

Glancing over at Daniel, I could see the depth of his wisdom in his eyes and face.  He smiles at me and I can tell that he has a heart full of kindness even with that bit of sternness in his face. 

My eyes look to the last man standing in the room.  I recognize him only as the newest one to the club, and if memory served right they introduced him as Zeke.  His face looked so youthful and he had the features of a surfer, blonde hair and blue eyes.

“The last man, Zeke, is the youngest and newest member to the club, and I thought he should get a chance to see how a more experienced session goes.  You will stroke his cock as well while he learns what it takes from the experienced doms in the room.”


- Continued -

Looking at my Master, I wonder what he left for himself if he is filling my holes and hands with the other cocks.  He must have seen the question in my eyes as he smiled and pulled out the camera.

“I will have you for myself later, pet.  I want to make sure we have a memory for our photo album.  The first day you take five cocks at once.  I may even record you, so you can see what all the men did to you as I am quite sure you will not be able to focus on all the touches.”

Master looked towards the five men as he settled behind the camera to capture the gift he bestowed upon me this anniversary.

   “Alright men, take good care of my pet.”

The five men moved instantly into their spots which overwhelmed me.  Freaking out by the fast movement, my heart started beating twice as fast as normal.  One moment, I saw Master, and the next, he was blocked by the men surrounding me.

   “YELLOW.”

I cry out my slow down safe word.  It was too much too fast, and I couldn't handle it that quickly.  The men stopped and Steve came around to my head and cupped my face.  I could see Master again and out of the corner of my eye Steve.  Steve's other hand stroked my hair gently.

 “What is it, little mare?”

  “Too fast.”

Steve stroked the tears that fell from my eyes as my Master watched ready to move in if he was needed or if I called red to stop the whole scene.  Master knew that Steve was quite trusted by me and could handle it, but Master looked ready to spring to my side in a moment.  Master didn't want to intervene into the session unless he absolutely had to, for he trusted the doms in the group to take care of me.

Steve took charge of the situation while the other four remained in spot until I had calmed down and was ready again.

“You're safe.  Nothing bad will happen little mare.  I am here.  Would it be better if we moved in one at a time, so you are not so overwhelmed?”

   Nodding my head, I lean into Steve's hand gaining the calmness and confidence.

   “Are you ready to start again little mare?”

   “Yes, I am ready now, Sir.”

Steve stands up and strips his clothes off in front of me.  Keeping my eyes on his body, I lick my lips as I see the body I know so well from the many times he has spent at the apartment.  He climbs on the table and slides underneath my body. 

I press my body against Steve and rub against him as I feel his hard cock pressing against my lower stomach.  He grins at me as he grabs my hips and places his cock right at the opening to my pussy.

 “Is this better little mare?  Are you ready for my hard cock to fill you up?”

 “Yes, Sir.”

Nods my head up and down, I try to press my pussy onto Steve's cock, but Steve just holds my hips.  He isn't quite ready to just let me take it. 

   “Hold still little mare.”

Holding still, I feel the drizzle of some lubricant land between my ass cheeks.  The moisture slides down covering my anus and pussy before covering Steve's cock. 

Fingers covered in lubricant press into my anus and slowly start working in and out.  Glancing back, I see that James is working on opening up my anus, so he can fill me with his cock.  While James opens my anus with his fingers, Steve keeps me distracted by slowly sticking the tip of his cock in and out of my pussy. 

The slow seduction of Steve's cock had my body wanting to press against his tiny movements just inside my pussy, but Steve kept his hands on my hips holding me still.  Allowing James to slowly work his fingers deeper inside my ass, he gradually worked three fingers inside without harming me due to Steve holding my hips and distracting me from the pain.

Suddenly, the fingers are removed and James' hard cock slides just inside my ass.  Steve and James start pressing their cocks deeper inside my body.  Their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane as they alternate who is going in and out. 

As Steve and James work on pressing their cocks in deeper with each push, Daniel and Zeke step up on either side of the table.  Their naked cocks jutting out from their bodies seeking out the attention to satisfy the ache building within them. 

My hands reach out and grab hold of Daniel's and Zeke's cocks.  Wrapping my hands around each of the thick, meaty poles, I stroke them good.  My fingers following the veins as I feel them throb against my hands. 

I can sense Daniel's watchful eye as he keeps an eye on what is going on with each of the men.  His eyes gazing at my naked skin causing goose bumps to appear.  Daniel's fingers raking lightly across my back making me squeeze tighter onto James' and Steve's cocks as they fuck my body. 

Hotness appeared in front of my eyes as Paul steps in front with his cock dangling inches from my lips.  Licking my lips, I reach my tongue out and lap at the tip just grazing it barely.  His cock bops a little like he really enjoyed having the tongue touch him. 

Paul steps forward and presses his cock against my lips.  Rubbing his tip against my lips, he paints his flavor on my lips.  My lips part and takes the tip of his cock inside.  Wrapping my lips gently around his tip, I suck and taste his essence. 

My moans send vibrations through Paul's cock as the other men continue to use my body.  His cock sinking deeper inside my mouth as I see that nicely tanned body every time he withdraws from me. 

Zeke's hand reaches underneath my body and starts tweaking my nipple.  The twinge of pain shoots through my body, and my body tightens even harder on Steve's and James' cock.  My moans continue to vibrate down Paul's cock as my body experiences all the sensations of pleasure and pain combined. 

 All five men are moaning their delights as my body takes care of their hard cocks.  The weight of Daniel's hand rests on my back, and I can feel his fingers starting to dig into my flesh a little.  Zeke's fingers dig into my nipple as he starts breathing harder. 

Paul grips tightly onto my hair as he presses my mouth further down onto his cock.  His cock pushing deep into my throat.   My muscles squeezed him so good that I could feel each pulse of his cock.

Steve and James both grip my hips tightly as they hold my body in place. Their nails digging into my flesh.  All five men trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.

Suddenly, Zeke shoots his cum all over my breasts unable to hold back any longer.  Paul pulls his cock out of my mouth and blasts his cum all over my face.  Leaning in and wiping some of the cum off my face, Paul feeds me his cum on his finger. 

Master never allowed just anyone to cum inside my body unless it is in my mouth.  He always considers marking the depths of my body his responsibility.  Once in a while, he gives permission to Steve since we all play regularly together but no one else ever had that permission. 

Steve and James pick up their pace and fuck my body harder.  The hard fucking puts my body on edge as they push me closer to my orgasm.  While they continue to fuck me hard, Daniel released his cum all over my back and in my hair.

Steve and James pull out at the same time and shoot their cum all over my butt and stomach.  My body covered in five men's cum.  I could hear the couple of clicks as Master takes the final pictures of my sweaty cum covered body.

My pussy was grasping at the emptiness as my body wanted its orgasm too.  Whimpers escaped my mouth as I make known my neediness for more attention.  However, the men were putting their clothes on except Steve as he held my body to him. 

Master walked the men out the door and must have escorted them out of the apartment because he came back in the room alone.  Master walked up and released my arms and legs from the bonds. 

“Did you enjoy your gift of five today, pet?”

“Yes Master.  I sure did enjoy it, but I still want you.”

   
 “I know you do pet.  Steve and I are going to use you so much tonight.”

Steve held me closer as Master walked over with the riding crop in hand.  Master's hands reach down and rub my butt cheeks.  His hands slide underneath and feel the wetness of my pussy.  His fingers massage my clit which makes my body rub harder against Steve as I search out for more of that attention.

Steve's cock stirs to life as he hardens again from my wet pussy rubbing against him so much.  His hands grip my butt and holds me steady for Master's touch. 

The first swing of the crop caught me by surprise as a gasp escapes my mouth at the first smack.  The flow of smacks follow quickly as my butt began to burn.  My juices flowing down my thighs as the smacks produce more of the moisture. 

The swats kept coming as Steve held me still for each swat of the crop.  My body clenched with each swat as the pain increased with each of the smacks.  My butt glowing a lovely red shade before he stopped swinging the crop.

The warmth of Master's body leaned in against me as he sandwiches me between the two of them.  Being surrounded like that by men I trust always makes me feel safe and loved.  Master clicks the lead onto the collar.

“Lets go to the window pet and enjoy the nightlife of the city.”

I follow Master out of the room.  Happily crawling behind him as he lead me to the big glass window in the main room.  Steve followed behind us and placed his foot between my legs as he rubs my pussy while we walk.

At the big window, Master pulled me up into his arms and kissed me deeply as he possessed my mouth with his ownership.  Steve stepped behind me and lifts my hair and kissed me from behind.  The men press their bodies in tight against mine preventing me from moving a fraction away from them. 
   
   Suddenly, Master stopped kissing me and turned me towards the window and pressed me against it.  He thrusts his hard cock deep inside my pussy. 

 “Now pet, Steve is in charge of your orgasms, and he has orders to make sure you have a multiple of five today as your anniversary gift.”

   
Master kept thrusting deep inside my pussy as Steve reached out and rubbed his finger against my clit.  The pleasure built and became more difficult to hold back the orgasm.  My moans increased as my pussy tightened harder against Master's cock as my body got closer to the orgasm.

   “Please............ Steve........... I......... need...... to.......... cum.”

I panted in between the words hoping to have permission to cum on Master's cock.  Master's hands gripped my body tightly as he continued to plow into my pussy.  My toes curled up as the sensation got stronger.
“Yes little mare.  Cum for us.  I want five in a row.”

My body spasmed hard on Master's cock as I came.  Before my body had a chance to calm down from the first one, Steve kept fingering my clit hard and brought me to my second orgasm.  After each orgasm, my body craved the next one.  Steve quickly brought me the next three orgasms in a row.

 Master wrapped his arms around my waist as he held me close while he kept thrusting inside my pussy.  His lips pressed kisses into my neck as he pressed me in tighter against the glass.  We stayed that way for a while as Steve continued to give me many more orgasms.

After many more orgasms, my body was shaking so much when Master pressed his cock deep into my pussy and released his sperm deep into my pussy and coated my insides with his essence to stake his claim on my body.

“Happy Anniversary, pet.”

“Happy Anniversary, Master.”

Master pulled me over to the couch as I snuggle between the two most important men in my life.  It was a great end to the day.


The End.

We had been married two months now.  The world was an amazing place, everything was the best it has been in a very long time. I was working on a surprise for our anniversary day when my sexy husband, Ty called me from work.

“Hey babe, I have a huge surprise for you! I want you to wear your sexiest outfit tonight. Pamper yourself all day, and prepare for a long night.” He told me and laughed in delight at my questions but no matter how much I pleaded, he would not tell me more. 
“Mmmmm,” I thought to myself excited, “My man knows how to get me curious and he never disappoints me. Time to start my preps.” 

Ty bought me a gorgeous black collar that he had given me on the night of our wedding. I smiled remembering that amazing night. He buckled it in place as he kissed my neck, whispering, “You are forever my woman now, I own you! I own your hot pussy, and I will never let you go!”
He loved it when I wore it in public for him.

I spend time oiling and shining my collar. It was made of a beautiful soft black leather with a thick stainless steel ring at the front to attach a lead to if Ty wanted.
As I buffed it up with baby oil, I thought of him and my lips curved into a naughty smile. I could feel my pussy flood with the warmth of arousal and I was getting wetter and wetter, the whole time.
I knew just the sexy oil my collar needed for the perfect finish.

I undid the collar so it was straight and from the buckle to the end tip, I slowly dragged it between my pussy lips a few times depositing on the leather my natural female scent of arousal.
The cool steel of the buckle teased my swollen clitoris and it took all my will power not to masturbate on it and bring myself to orgasm.

The effect on my throbbing pussy though, caused plenty of “Annie essence” to work with and I rubbed and smeared it into the leather. It polished up beautifully.


I laid out my outfit on the bed: a super short black leather skirt, tight black bustier with shiny buckles, my thigh high leather boots, freshly polished and shined with baby oil and the tiniest pair of silver panties I could find. Ty would love it and especially the sexy allure of my black submissive collar.

I spent the next hour in the bath tub with thick fragrant bubbles all over me. I took the time to shave my long legs and then sat on the edge of the tub. I carefully shaved my plump pussy lips, and sexy mound, leaving just a little strip at the top of my slit - Ty's landing strip!

After the bath, I rubbed my body with his favorite moisturising lotion. He loved the scent on my body. As I thought of him, I softly stroked my pussy every chance I could in my preparations. 
My pussy was aroused and pulsing for my man but still I would not allow a climax without him.

Standing at the mirror, I brushed my long dark hair, tightly braiding it. This style was perfect for my man to hold as he fucked me. He liked to hold my hair like a horse’s reigns or even to just control my head to kiss or mouth fuck me.

I changed my nipple rings and tweaked my nipples so they hardened under my fingertips. 
I wore his favorite pair - the rosette shields. My breasts were large and soft and were already heavily marked with his hickies - his love bites, his mark to the world that I was owned by him. I touched each bruise, smiling, and remember each and everyone one he created.

I buckled his collar in place. It fit perfectly and I loved the tag that hung from it saying, “Property of Ty” 
“Fuck that made me so horny just to see it.” I giggled to myself. The weight and feel of it jangling at my throat also made me feel wicked and turned on.

I knew Ty would be home in about 30 minutes so it was time to get dressed. I took the bottle of oil he bought me that made my clit tingle and swell and rubbed a drop into my clitoris.
 
I felt it instantly start to swell up, bigger even than it was already from my previously teasing. It tingled and throbbed quite pleasantly. Ty swore it was his favorite flavour - strawberries and his Annie's pussy honey.  I giggled again. He couldn’t get enough of it! 

I slowly pulled the tiny silver panties up my long legs, all freshly shaved. I loved the feel of the silk on my body. I watched in the full length mirror as I settled them in place. They barely covered a thing, being a thong and all, but, he liked that others had to stare a bit to see me. It was more classy than just flashing at the stranger’s instantly.

The silver colour of the panties just drew in their naughty attention to my plump pussy underneath.  Next I put the little black skirt on, turning slowly to admire my tight ass showing under the ruffle. I bent over to inspect what would be on show tonight.

I giggled again, “Ohhhhhh my! It will alllll be on show.”  The Silver G string hid nothing!
I took the black bustier, buckling and zipping it up my chest. My ample breasts lay high in the frame, my nipples only barely covered. My cleavage was deep and full. I brushed silver glitter dust on my breasts, up my neck, down the inside of my thighs, everywhere he liked men to see me. 

Now for his “Come Fuck Me Boots” as he called them. I slowly slipped my foot in and bent to slide the zipper from the ankle and up my inner thigh. My hands slid up my soft thighs to my pussy to touch and play a bit more. I was throbbing and so wet, anxiously waiting for him to get home now.
I had that special Ty heat for him.

Just when I thought I can’t stand it any longer, I heard his keys in the front door. 
“BABYYYYY,” he called, “I am home!” 

I opened the bedroom door and he yelled “STOP, Don't come out here!”

“TY!  Baby, I need your kisses, please!” I pleaded. I had worked myself up good and proper for him, as a wife should for her sexy hot husband.

“Close your eyes. Stand still,” he ordered.
I could tell and immediately recognised that tone. His voice was that of my Master. 
“Yes Master,” I replied dutifully. 

I heard him approaching me. I caught a whiff of his cologne, only, it’s NOT his cologne!
I recognized it, but before I could put a name to the owner I felt hands on my waist, and my mouth was taken in a deep kiss.
THIS was NOT my husband, but damn can he kiss!

My arms wrapped around his shoulders. My fingers brushed the back of his hair. I started to tremble in his arms as his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed seductively. 

He gently pushed me back and I heard him take a step back.  My body instantly missed the feel of him. My brain scrambled to guess who it was. The smell, the kiss, the feel, the height – it was all so familiar and yet it was just beyond my reach.

I licked my lips to taste the kiss again just as I heard My Master whisper, “Open your eyes baby, see who I brought you.”

I opened my eyes and screamed, instantly shaking and crying, “Oh My God! It’s You! - Morgan!”
He was my friend and lover from the East Coast.

I jumped right back into his arms and sexily wrapped my legs around his waist. I kissed his face and lips, holding him tight.

“What are you doing in town Huh?” I asked hardly giving him time to answer.
Morgan laughed and held me tight, squeezing me to him, kissing me back and said, “I am here for business baby, and to surprise you!”

He gently placed me back on my feet and I ran to Ty, throwing myself in his arms now. It was his turn to be showered in kisses.

I ended up kissing him deep, moaning into his mouth, “God I love you My Master. You are so good to me.”
I felt his hands on my bare butt, his fingers stroking the cleft of my ass as he whispered in my ear,
“He Knows!”
My body reacted immediately at those words!

My pussy gushed with cream. My nipples became rock hard and I started to tremble.
“How?” I questioned.
Ty nodded to Morgan, “Hey man, the guest room is the 2nd door on the left, down that hall, if you wanna go freshen up.”
Morgan grabbed his bag and gear and headed for the shower.
Ty leaned down and kissed my neck.

He whispered in my ear, “He showed up at the office around noon to visit and say Hi. We were talking and catching up all afternoon. He commented on how much he had always loved to fuck you and I told him about your fantasy to have two hot black studs at the same time. So My Dear, tonight, we will fulfil that fantasy for you.”

My eyes went wide. I stared at my lover, my husband, my Master as I trembled.
“Are you sure baby?  You would share me with Morgan?” I was astounded and overjoyed.
Ty smiled and said, “Of course, I have always wanted to see you take another black cock. I've always wanted to watch you be fucked by another man. This is perfect. Morgan is perfect for us. We made reservations at the Achat Bar and Grill baby. We are gonna take my woman dancing and partying tonight.” 

I turned as Morgan came in, dressed in his tight black leather pants and his red and black leather jacket.
Damn he was gorgeous.  I was in heaven.

My Ty was so dark. His beautiful skin was ebony black and he had deep, dark brown eyes. In contrast, Morgan was more light skinned, a deep caramel color and his eyes were hazel and bright.

I would have completely skipped the bar and grill tonight if either of them had said the word, but, My Master liked to show me off. He liked to let the world know I was his now. He owned me completely and I loved letting him. I liked being his woman.

I pushed Ty towards the bedroom playfully and giggled, “Hurry baby, get dressed.  I'm ready to get this night started.” 

Ty kissed me deep, and to punish my bossy behaviour, flipped my little skirt up and slapped my bare ass cheek, putting a red hand print on me as he looked at Morgan, “Feel free to kiss that mark while I get ready!”

“Fuck,” My knees went weak at my husband’s remark to my lover. 

I heard Morgan laugh, “Not a problem,” he said as he walked towards me.


- Continued –

Morgan grabbed the pillows from the couch as he approached me, tossing them on the dining room table.
He called me to him.  He turned my back to him and then picked me up, telling me to get on my hands and knees on the table.  Making sure my knees were on the pillow, he pressed me forward, onto my hands, my knees spread out on the pillows with my back dipping gently. 

God I loved the rumble of his deep voice, especially when he was groaning his pleasure at seeing my marked ass, my pussy wet and swollen and the thong wet from my juices.
I felt his hands rub my cheeks and he gently kissed the mark made from my Master’s hand. 
“Does this hurt?” he asked.
“No baby, it feels amazing.” I groaned at him.
“Really?” he asked as he firmly slaps the other cheek! “Now you will have matching prints.” he chuckled.

I looked over my shoulder, “Is that all you are going to do with me up here?” I teased him.
He answered with his hands, spreading my ass cheeks and leaning in. He pulled the thong to the side and licked from my clit to my ass, one long swipe.
In pleasure, I scream his name, “MORRGAANNNN!”
“Mmm, Strawberries,” he said as he dives back in.

Damn this man could lick pussy! His wide tongue spread me for licks and flicked at my clit quickly. He slurp my juices that were quickly flowing. 
Shivering under his touch, I whispered, “Oh baby, I have missed you so much.”
“Your Master treats you well baby?” he asked.
“Oh love, yes. Ty calls me his “Queen” and treats me like I'm all he ever wanted in this world.” 
“You are all I ever wanted baby,” we heard Ty say behind us.

He walked around the table, facing me, his huge hard cock in his hand.
I heard Morgan say “strawberries” and I knew what he was doing. He had tasted and liked my pussy.
“Now my cock is hard, I need you to drain my balls.” Ty told me.
“Gladly Master,” I smiled.

I felt Ty's hand on my head, guiding me to his thick cock. My mouth naturally opened and was watering instantly at the thought of sucking my Masters cock.
His fingers sank into my hair, his cock head met my lips as I flicked the tip with my tongue, tasting his precum drops. He moaned as he slid his thick 11 inch cock over my tongue.

Dropping my jaw, I tilted my head, he shoved it directly down my throat. He heard me gag for a moment until I adjusted to him.  My hands slid forward, gripping his thighs as they pressed against the table, sinking my nails into his skin.

Morgan moaned into my pussy, biting my clit, sucking hard on it as I rocked slutily back into his face. The force of Ty's thrusts helped push me back on to Morgan’s tongue.
Fuck I was in heaven! My Master in my mouth and my first ever black lover was eating and relishing my pussy! I had never been happier!

I heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down and instantly start shaking.
I moaned around Ty's cock, knowing what was about to come.
I felt Morgan’s hard cock rubbing my wet pussy, the head circling my clit, his 10 inch cock was thick and big. I spread my legs wider, tilting my hips, wiggling, begging him to fill my pussy.
He was there! That thick wide head pushing inside me, stretching me.
I moaned, “Oooohhhhhhhhhh fuck!”

He pressed on, filling me full, pushing so deep inside me until I had taken him all.
“God I could cum right now!
My thoughts turned hot with my heat. My Master’s hard cock was rammed down my throat; my lover’s big cock was jammed in my pussy; both their hands were stroking me everywhere; both of them were saying how good it feels; I could not hold back! It was all to much and I catapulted into my sexual ecstasy.

I scream my joy as I exploded on Morgan’s cock, moaning and cumming hard. I slurped on Ty's cock hard as I dripped my cum all on the table. 


I felt Morgan’s hands grip my hips and he drilled his cock deeper into me, pounding hard in my pussy. Ty's hand wrapped in my pony tail, holding my head tight as he fucked my throat.
Both men were moaning and dragging their nails over my skin. Morgan slapped my ass cheeks as he fucked me hard and selfish. I felt Ty’s cock swelling on my tongue. I heard him grunting and knew my Master was about to flood my throat with his seed.

I heard him yell at Morgan, “Fuck her Morgan, fill her pussy with your seed.”
I realised I was about to be filled with semen at both ends, and I loved it!
Master Ty moaned, “NOWWWWWWW”

At that, I felt the first hot blast of cum hit my throat, gagging me. My eyes watered as I swallowed hard and fast. At the same time I felt Morgan’s cock spray my pussy walls with his hot spunk.
I heard him moaning my name and his hands biting into my hips.
Ty's fingers wrapped around my throat.
I am full of black cum, over flowing, and totally in love with my two black and beautiful men. 

Ty pushed his cock deep inside me and holds it there, as the last stream of cum rolls down my tongue. My red lipstick was smeared all over my lips and on to his cock.
Ty smiled as he touched my face, whispering softly, “Fuck I love you Annie, you are my everything.”

Morgan slowly pulled from my pussy, our juices pouring out of my pussy. It ran down my thighs as he rubbed his cock on my ass cheeks.
“Damn that pussy is still fine baby,” he complimented me.

He picked me up by my waist, slid me down his body and hugged me from behind. He kissed my neck while he pinched my nipples and tugged my piercings.
Morgan and Ty exchanged men looks, and I laughed as I heard Ty decide, “Fuck the dance, let’s celebrate right here.”
Morgan and I totally agreed.

I was carried to the bedroom like a porcelain doll, in the strong arms of my lover.
My Master locked the doors and turned the lights down as he followed us to the bedroom.
I heard him go to the closet and I smiled. He was turning on the camera, making a video of our special night.

I must remember to ask Morgan if he would like a copy to take home with him.

Morgan laid me on the bed, putting my heel on his shoulder as he slowly unzipped my boots, pulling them off my legs, kissing my thighs in the process.
I heard Ty go in and turn the shower on, his clothes hitting the floor as he walked back to us.
He leaned over to kiss me while Morgan finished pulling my clothes off.
“Happy baby?” he asked
“YESSSSssss baby,” I told him, “This is perfect!”

Morgan laughed as he pulled my thong off, “ummmmm, sorry babe, this is ruined, a little stretched out.” The shapeless and useless G string hung off his finger.
I told him, “Keep it, your souvenir of our party.”
He wrapped the thong around his cock and stroked with them a few times, “mmmm, I will remember this night forever love,” he smiled.

Ty took my hand, “Come on baby, lets get in the shower, you too Morgan.”
We stepped into the big shower, the water was hot and steamy.
My two big black studs on either side of me, rubbing me from all directions. I picked up the shower gel, filling our hands with the liquid soap and we started washing each other. Our slick and soapy hands everywhere.

I kissed my Master, whispering, “I love you, Happy Anniversary baby.”
My hands stroked his hard chest, tracing his tattoos and nails dragging softly over his skin. I rubbed my breasts against him, over and over until he began to moan.

Morgan stepped up behind me, pushing my legs apart. I felt his hard cock against my ass. I reached back and stroke him with a soapy hand.  His hands massaged the globes of my ass, fingers sliding in the crevice, gently touching my rear door.
He bit my neck hard as he pushed against me and promised, “I will have this ass tonight and I will have it hard.”

Fuck my legs went weak and those sexy words.
I looked into Ty's eyes, and saw only love, pleasure, desire and permission to do anything I wanted with both him and Morgan.
 
I smiled at him, and said to Morgan, “Yes Sir, I will take you in my ass, and my Master in my pussy, at the same time.”

Both men stopped, hands freezing in position on my body, clearly shocked by my statement and wondering if it was possible. Both men were well hung to say the least.
Ty broke the silence first, “Baby, are you sure? Can you handle both of us at the same time?” 

“Master, there is only one way to find out, and who better to learn with than my Master and my Sir?”
Ty kissed me deep, sucking my tongue hard. I knew I had pleased him.
Morgan was sucking and teething on my shoulder, marking me. His hands were tight on my hips, bruising me a little before he grabbed the shower head and started rinsing us all off. 

I have never been dried off so fast! My two men were keen to strike while the iron was hot!
 
Both men worked like a well-timed machine. With thick soft towels, they dried my body, my hair, touching and kissing me over and over.
Being lifted into my Sirs arms, I heard my Master tell him to lay me on the bed as he fetched the lubricating gel from the bedside drawer. 

My Master placed me in position on my knees, spreading my ass cheeks. He rubbed my ass, biting my cheeks, spitting in my hole, then applying the lube in thick and generous globs. His big fingers working it inside me, slowly stretching me, preparing me for Morgan.

He hands the lube to Morgan, “Grease up,” he grins at him, “My baby is still so tight, we don't want to hurt her too much.”
Once my ass is well greased and nicely stretched, I felt my Master pull back.
Then he slid between my thighs and smiled up at me, “Are you ready baby?” 

I leaned down to kiss him, “Yes Master, I am ready.”
Pushing myself up on his chest, my nails bit into his muscles. I felt him guide his thick cock into my pussy.
“God he was so swollen and thick.” I thought bracing for his invasion. I slowly sank down on him until I had him, balls deep. I leant back against Morgan as I lower down, kissing him over my shoulder.

Once I was seated and pussy impaled on Ty’s cock, Morgan pushed me forward slowly. He pushed my knees forward to open up my ass for him. His big hands were on my cheeks, spreading them wide.
I looked into Ty's eyes as I felt Morgan pressing into me.

“Fuck he is so big,” I bit my lip, breathing deeply, trying hard to relax so I can take as much as possible.
I heard Morgan sigh, “Damn baby, you’re still too tight to take all of me, but, I'm in. Relax baby, enjoy us”
They moved, against each other, one pushing, one pulling with me trembling in the middle.
So much pressure! So damned full! It felt like they could rip me apart at any time. Yet both men were so gentle and loving, taking their time to make sure I was stretched, relaxed and ready for them. 

Ty pulled me down slightly, enough that he could suck and bite my big nipples. My breast hung heavy and full in his face.

Morgan’s hands glided up and down my back, working the muscles, helping me relax and take him deeper and deeper.

I braced myself on the headboard, finally getting my hips tilted just right.
Ty was in full depth in my pussy, banging into my womb.
Morgan was pushing hard in my ass invading my rectum.

Both were moving easily at this point and I was fast approaching orgasm. I never knew it could feel so good.

I looked down at my Master, and could see his ebony black hands on my chest and Morgan’s caramel colored hands on my arms. My own white skin was so pale between them.
God, it was so erotic, the contrast, the strength and the pleasure of their touch. In that moment, I was theirs forever.

Morgan started pounding harder, whispering over and over, “So tight, so fucking tight, feels so good.”
I pushed back into him, taking him just a little deeper, gripping him just a little tighter, knowing his big cock was about to fill me.

Ty was fucking me hard from below, pounding his hips into me, biting my tits, leaving marks on my skin. 

I felt my release building, my belly was getting tight. A sweat was breaking out on my skin, my heart was hammering in my chest and I started screaming their names.
“TYYYYYYYYYY  OOOOO, MOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRGANNNN I'm going to cummmmmmm!”

I heard my Master demand I wait, his grip on my neck tightening his collar on me, choking me ever so slightly, bringing my attention to him.

“I will tell you when to cum” he demanded. “Look at me Annie! 
I do as he said but surfed that edge dangerously.

“Morgan,” Ty asked, “You tell me when you’re ready.”
Morgan grunted in response.

His hands on my hips were bruising me, holding me tight as he pounded deep in my ass.
I knew I wouldn’t wait for long. I could feel him swelling. My ass was on fire.

“NOW TY,” he yelled, “NOW!” as his cock exploded inside me.

Hot streams of thick cum filled my ass. At this Ty's cock burst inside my pussy. I could feel it hitting my pussy and womb walls.

Tears formed in my emotional state, falling from my eyes. I needed to cum so bad!
Finally he said it, “Cum for us Annie, cum now baby.”

I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, shuddering hard as I collapsed into Ty's arms. I felt Morgan’s weight come down on my back and I sobbed against Ty's neck. My body twitched, my pussy convulsed on Ty's cock, my ass locked down on Morgan’s cock, my body refused to let either of them pull out of me. 

Ty kissed me deep and hard and slow. My Master, taking me, his woman. His fingers brushed my hair off my face, laying my head on his shoulder.

Morgan kissed my spine, pushing himself up off of my back. He laid us both down so we all were down sideways. I was still sandwiched between them but now on the bed in the middle. Our bodies still throbbed and were covered in sweat. The smell of our bodies and our fluids hung heavy in the room.
We were all lazily basking in a wonderful after glow.

The big Grandfather clock in the front room struck midnight. The gongs were ringing softly through the house.

I heard my Master say, “Happy Anniversary baby, I love you, I hope you liked your gift.”
I smiled sleepily and kissed both men.
“It was amazing. Thank you both,” I told them.

Then wondered silently to myself, “Ty had set the bar high now, how the hell would he ever top this?” Then my smile got wider, “Who cared though, in truth it would be a hell of a ride trying.”


The End.

As I walk out of the air conditioned office it’s Friday late afternoon and the sun beats down nice and warm on my face. Taking a deep breath of the fresh warm air, my phone beeps and vibrates in my pocket, reaching into my pocket and I pull out my phone. I don’t recognise the number as I read it. Flicking my thumb over the screen I open the text.

“What are you up too tonight? Fancy coming out for a drink?”

Thinking it must be Paul with a new phone number, I reply

“Well it is Friday and do Bear’s shit in the woods?  And what’s with the new number again, Paul?”

I put the phone back in my pocket and head for my car, just as I open the door my phone starts to ring in my pocket. Sitting in the driver’s seat I look at the phone and it’s the same number as the text. I turn on the ignition just as my phone answers through the car radio.

“Hello you have reached Dan’s phone”

“Oww! This is Clare we met a few weeks ago.” She says as if she was leaving a message.

“Hello Clare” I quickly say before she hangs up the phone.

“Arr Hello again Dan, so you are up for a drink tonight, or are you out with Paul?” I hear her give a little laugh.

“Yes sorry for the answer to your text I thought it was from my brother Paul.” I say with a little chuckle in my voice.

“What time and where would you like to meet up tonight?” I ask hoping for her to say at her or my place.

“What about that new bar in town at around about eight tonight” Clare asks

“Yes I have heard good things about it and never been so I will see you around eight” I say with a big smile on my face.

“See you later Dan” she says before hanging up the phone before I can answer.

As I drive home thinking about that night nearly a month ago, a big smile spreads across my face as I see her body printed on the window in my mind.

As I get home I look around the mess of my apartment I think to myself “I better clean this mess up I may be bringing a hot lady back here tonight.”

Looking at the clock I have 2 hours to clean and then an hour to get ready and get to the bar before Clare. Rushing around the apartment cleaning it, I even get the hoover out and then move into the bedroom.  Standing in the doorway I look around it and shake my head.

“What a mess”

Looking over at my alarm clock I have an hour to sort this all out. I grab all the clothes and just throw them into the lining basket then turn to the bed and strip the bed off. With a little smile I take out the black silk sheets and matching duvet set. With the bedroom tidy and bed made I head for the only room I know is clean, the bathroom.

Stripping off, I stand in front of the mirror and run a bowl of hot water ready for a nice close shave around my stubbly chin. As I finish shaving, I turn the shower on and strip while the water warms up then step under the hot water.  As it covers my body I rest my hands against the wall and just stand there rolling my neck under the water. After about ten minutes in the shower I grab a towel and wrap it around myself and head back to my bedroom.

Looking through my wardrobe I grab my trusty black faded jeans, my deep red shirt and my red and black leather cowboy boots. I get dressed and check my look in the full length mirror on the door of the wardrobe. Giving myself the once over, I head out and phone for a taxi. It only takes a couple for minutes to pull up at the end of my road. I jump in and ask to be taken into town it only takes a few minutes and I pay the driver as I get out of the car giving the driver a “Have a good night”  as I shut the door.

Walking down the high street heading for the bar I stop at the ATM and get some cash out for the night. As I reach the door of the new bar the doorman pushes it open for me letting me walk straight inside. I stop as I get to the bottom of the little flight of stairs and scan the layout of the bar. The long L-shaped bar, is along the back wall right next to me is a little raised seating area. The centre of the bar is a large dance floor and to the right hand side is a large seating area with a step out onto it.
The bar only has a few people dotted around sitting chatting at some of the tables, walking over to the bar I grab one of the stools and just rest my bum against it, not really sitting on it.

The bar man walks over “What would you like?” he asks with his towel over his right shoulder.

“A pint of your finest Stella and a whisky chaser, please my friend” I say with a smile.

He spins on his heels and starts to pull my pint. As he is finishing up pulling my pint, placing it on the bar with a “Heads up cowboy” as he slides it down the bar to me. I catch it as it stops right in front of me and take it to my lips. The first mouthful slides down nice and smooth as the cold liquid hits the back of my throat.  Just I put the glass back on the bar the barman puts the whisky on the bar in front of me.

I hand him a 10 dollar bill as he starts to say “That will be” he takes the bill and comes back with my change. 

I finish my pint and get a second, the bar is starting to fill up and a second barman is now behind the bar. As I sit at the bar I feel the soft touch of a hand on my back, I smile as I remember the first time I felt that touch. I slowly spin around and stare right into Clare’s stunning green eyes again.
Before I can say anything I feel her lips pressing hard against mine, my lips open just a little and I feel her warm tongue push gently between my lips. Our kiss intensifies as I feel her lithe body slip between my legs and her left hand slides up the inside of my right thigh and up onto my crotch. With a gentle squeeze of my balls and soft cock she breaks our kiss and whispers in my ear “I hope that will be a lot harder later?”

As Clare stepped back from between my legs, I smiled at her from the whispered comment she made. Before I could ask her what she was drinking she turned to a younger lady stood beside her,
“This is Pam, she my friend that’s only here for a couple of days. I hope you don’t mind me bringing her along with me?”

Turning to face Pam I say with a smile “Not at all, nice to meet you Pam. What brings you to our fine town?”

“My Husband is on a business trip with Clare’s other half” She said with a wicked grin on her face as she rests her hand on my left thigh and gives it a little squeeze.

I smile at her and then look across to Clare she has a little sexy grin on her face too just from that look I know Pam knows what had happened between Clare and myself.

“So what are you both drinking?” I ask as I take Clare’s left hand in my right hand and pull her back in for a quick kiss before moving up to her ear and whisper. “Am I getting you both tonight then?”

“Large vodka and coke for me” Pam and Clare say as one.

Clare adds “That’s a yes if you’re up for it” with the biggest sexiest smile on her face.
I order the ladies their drinks and get myself a whisky chaser as the barman comes back with the drinks I chin my whisky in one mouthful and then hand the ladies their drinks

“Let’s move away from the bar and get a table” I say as I point to a table in the corner with a smile.
As we reach the table I sit facing the bar with Clare to my right and Pam on my left. As we sit drinking our drinks I feel both their hands gently start to rub my thigh closest to them. I smile at them both as if they had planned the whole thing I feel their fingers move higher up my inner thigh until their thumbs gentle start to trace the outline on my cock I feel it start to react to their touches.
I feel Clare’s hand move up onto my cock and straight to rub it harder making it stiffen under her hand her fingers dig into my jeans making them hold my stiffening cock in them. Looking into her green eyes she leans forward and kisses me again, as we kiss I feel her hand move away then a new hand pressing down on my now hard shaft. I hear a little grasp from Pam and I realised it’s her hand feeling my cock for the first time. Her fingers move slowly over my length as if she is measuring it.
As my kiss with Clare deepens I look over at Pam her blue eyes were wide as her fingers kept moving on my shaft.  Our kiss ended we are lips gently parting and as both taking a breath, as Clare leaned back in her chair and picks up her grass I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh feeling to softness  of the silk stockings she is wearing. As my hand moves higher I feel the lace of the top around them I lean a little forward letting my hand move even higher up her thigh until my fingertips feel the wetness of her velvet lips of her pussy.

I look back into her eye and she smile as my fingers slide just into her pantiles pussy with just a little wiggle of them a soft moan leans Clare’s mouth and then a deep breath in. I look over to Pam and her eyes are fixed on Clare’s face as if she kwon what I was doing to her friend.

Keeping my fingertips playing with Clare’s pussy and clit I let my other hand slide on Pam’s inner thigh her legs open letting my hand move further up her thigh until they reached the soft fabric of her panties.  Pressing my fingers a little harder against the fabric I feel is start so become moist to my touch. Taking my hand away from Clare I go to lick her from my fingers but before I get to taste her again Pam grabs my hand and sucks my fingers clean of Clare’s sex. Her tongue works around my fingertips licking and sucking them before leaning into me and kissing me hard on the lips letting me taste Clare on her tongue. 

As we kiss Clare gets up and walks over to the bar I watch her as she walks her gorgeous sways in her skin tight red dress the black lace trim just covered her peach shaped ass. I turn my attention back to Pam with my hand still playing with her throw her panties I break our kiss and whisper in her ear.
”Take them off and give them to me”

Pam goes to get up I grab her hand “No do it right here” I stay with little growl in my voice.
She takes a breath and moves her hands up her little black dress she starts to wiggle as she pull her panties down I look over to Clare as she walks back with the drinks I see the big smile on her face as she can see Pam wiggling in her chair trying not to be noticed taking her panties off. Clare’s breasts are pressing hard against the transparent band of lace across her dress I could only guess she wasn’t wearing any underwear at all.

Just as Clare puts the drinks onto the table Pam drops her black sheer panties onto it too. Clare picks them up and rubs them cross my face letting me smell Pam’s hot young sex then smells them herself.

“I think it’s time we get out of her lets drink this quick and get back to mine” Clare says taking her vodka and chinning it right down.

Taking my fresh pint to my lips I take a breath and it downs down in one, Pam smiles and does her vodka in one go too. Clare puts Pam’s panties into her hand bag and we get up to leave I take both their hands and lead them to the door. As we reach it the door man opens it for us “Have a good night” he says with a wink. As we walk to the taxi rank I put my arms around them both pulling them into me and slide my hands down onto both their asses and give them a good squeeze. I reach down a little bit and let my hands move up under their dresses and feeling the naked cheeks of their asses.

As we stand waiting for a taxi my fingers move up and down between their bare cheeks gently rubbing at both their tight little love stars. Each time my finger tip rubbed over them Clare pushed back against it letting me know she wanted me there again tonight, but Pam’s checks tightened each time. Thinking to myself “She has never had her ass taken but tonight she will lose her annul virginity to me and Clare.

As the taxi pull up I open the door and watch the two hot sexy ladies get into the back with both of the flashing the wet pussies at me as they sat down. I get in the front just as Clare does it again gives the driver her address I smile to myself as the drive takes as off to the big tower block. As we pull up outside the apartment block, I pay the driver and then open the back door and offer my hand to Pam and help her out. I watch as she opens her legs wide, giving me a good look of her sweet, juicy, young pussy, I watch as Clare slides to the centre of the back seat letting her legs open just as the drive turns to look and I know he just got a good look at Clare’s shaved and most likely wet pussy.
Clare smiles at me as she does the same as Pam and flashes her pussy at me, she kisses my check and whispers “I have a feeling; he wishes he was you right now!”

I put an arm around each of the sexy ladies as we walk up to the door, when I remember something and turning to Clare I ask

“What about the guard?”

Clare smiles and slipped out from under arm and opens the door, Pam and I walk into the building still linked together, with an arm around each other as Clare goes over and talks with the guard. Pam tightens her grip around my waist with her arm and we keep walking towards the elevators. As I push the door button I feel a little slap on my ass as Clare joins us, waiting for the door to open.
As soon as the doors of the elevator opened, Clare pushed me to the back wall of the elevator and  dropped to her knees, her hands moved up to my belt and unbuckling it with her nimble fingers and undoing my flies quickly, having my jeans down around my thighs before the doors had even closed.

As the doors closed Clare pulls my hardening cock free from my boxer shorts and takes it deep into her wet willing mouth. Just as Clare does Pam joins her on her knees and starts to play with my balls, Clare slowly lets my cock slip from her lips and guides it towards Pam’s hot red lips. I lean back against the wall and watch as her lips move down my shaft taking my whole length deep into her throat.

My eyes close as I feel the pleasure grow deep inside me; I feel my cock drop from Pam’s hot lips and then feel both the ladies mouths on my cock, moving up and down its length. Moving my hands, I rest them on the back of both their heads. They start to take turns taking my whole length into their waiting mouths right to the back of their throats.

The elevator stops and the doors open, as they do Clare takes hold of my cock and stands up and leads me out of the elevator with it Pam walking just in front of us and her dress has worked its way up around her waist showing her sweet peachy bum to me.

As we reach the door Clare lets my cock go and unlocks the door, I turn to Pam and pin her to the wall pressing my hard cock against her wet pussy lips. She gasps as she feels its hardness pressing along her lips for the first time.

Moving my hands down to her thighs and pulling them up around my waist, I pick her up and with the slightest of movements the tip of my cock pushes across her wet silk lips. With one hard push my cock drives right into her only stopping when our pelvis’s hit each other hard. Making her moan loudly and gasping for air, I feel a hand on my ass pushing me harder into her.
“Is her pussy tight? Is it nice and wet baby?” Clare hisses in my ear.


- continued –

Pam keeps on moaning as I drive deep back and forth into her tight wet pussy with a little help of Clare’s hand. “Take her inside so we can both fuck her Dan” she says with a slight growl in her voice.

Pam hocks her legs around my waist tightly and her arms around my neck as I carry her through the door and into Clare’s apartment. Hearing the door close behind me, I turn my head and watch Clare peel the dress up over her seductive hips and over her plump breast, raising it above her head before dropping it on the floor beside her. She walks up behind Pam and drops to her knees, I feel her take hold of my balls squeezing them gently. Pam’s moans grow in my ear as I feel Clare lick my balls and run her tongue through Pam’s pussy lips and up onto her ass.

I feel Clare wrap her arms around my thighs and push me backwards until my legs hit the sofa and I fall onto it still with Pam holding onto me and my cock still buried deep inside her. I sit there as Clare lifts Pam off my cock and lays her flat on her back on the floor; Clare kneels between her legs and pushes her face deep into her young friend’s pussy. Pam moans and bucks her body under the rough pussy eating she was being given. I crawl down behind Clare watching her ass jiggle in the air and slide deep into her very wet pussy driving right to the hilt. Each time I drive my whole length into Clare, it pushes her face harder into Pam’s pussy, making them both moan and twist under me.

Clare looked back over her shoulder at me and wiggles her ass smiling, I smile back and know what she wants .I slide slowly out of her wet pussy and taking hold of my cock I gently rub it at her little tight star, with a gentle push the tip of my cock open’s her up and slides into her tight ass. A loud muffled moan comes from Clare as she feels my cock deep in her anal channel again.

With my cock working her hard, my balls slap on her pussy lips and I can feel her building to her first orgasm. Looking down at Pam - her mouth is wide open, her eyes are closed, her back arched and- I know what is about to happen. I watch as both of the ladies in front of me reach their first orgasms, together. Both their bodies twist and buck as the power of the sex takes over them.

Clare collapses in a heap on the floor and rolls out from between Pam’s legs and lays out flat on her back, Pam sits up and in one move rolls over onto Clare and buries her face into Clare’s pulsing pussy and pushing her own pussy into her friend’s face.

I watch as the two friends greedily lick and suck at each other’s orgasm filled pussy’s, I move around to the other side of them and knee down behind Pam’s ass as she wiggles on Clare’s face. Taking hold of her hips I rub the tip of my hard cock along her pussy lips and with one firm push, my cock slides deep into her willing wet pussy.

Pam lifts her head and gasps as she feels the hard tip hitting her cervix, holding it deep inside her I feel her muscles gripping my shaft holding me tight. Slowly I start to move my hips nearly pulling right out of Pam before thrusting right home again, each time the hard head of my cock hits her cervix making her moan deep into Clare’s pussy.

As I thrust I can feel the heat of Clare’s tongue licking at my balls, looking down I watch as she brings her hands around onto Pam’s  peach shaped ass cheeks and pulls them apart, letting me see her little tight star. I watch as Clare runs a finger down over it and between the silky lips of her pussy. Pushing her finger deep into her friends’ pussy, around the side of my shaft, she brings it out with it now covered in sex juice and rubs it over Pam’s star.
With her other hand, Clare takes hold of my cock at the base and pull me out of Pam’s pussy and guides the tip over the tight entrance of her sexy young friends ass. I take hold of Pam’s hips knowing what Clare it trying to do to her friend. As the head of my shaft pushes into her. Pam looks over her shoulder, her eyes wide open as she feels my cock open her virginal ass.

Slowly and steadily, I push deeper into the tightness of her channel making her gasp and grind her teeth as she feels the pain of my cock’s length pushing and stretching her tight ass open. Gripping her hips a little harder, as I push my whole shaft into its base and holding it there letting Pam’s ass grip and hold me as she gets use to the feeling of my cock, so deep inside her tight ass.

Slowly I move my hips, pulling half way out before pushing back in with each gentle push I feel her tightness open more to accommodate my size and relax around my cock. Pam looks back over her shoulder at me with a shy sort of smile gracing her lips, but her eyes full of lust and I know she’s ready to feel me take her ass hard and fast.

Gripping her hips roughly, I start to slide out of her and then slam hard back into her ass, making her drive her face back into Clare’s pussy, muffling her screams, not sure whether they are in pain or in pleasure, but I hear no shouts of wanting me to stop. She only lifts her head to take a breath as I move faster and deeper in and out of her tight ass, before she greedily sucks on Clare’s clit and pussy lips again.

With her tight ass gripping my shaft each and every time I thrust it hard and deep into her now willing and hungry anal channel.  As her grip tightens around me, the fire in my body starts to burn deep inside. With the fire burning hotter in my ball, I slam deep into her my ball start to slap over Clare’s face as she sucks hard on Pam’s clit.

Both the ladies moan strongly into each other’s pussies as the fire in all of our bodies starts to take control, the heat builds in my balls to the point I can’t hold it back and with a huge thrust, I push my cock as hard as I can into Pam, just as my balls tighten and then explodes sending a jet of hot seed deep into her channel. The heat of my seed sends Pam over the edge seconds later and her body shakes and twitches as her second orgasm takes over her whole body.

As Pam’s body twists and shakes with her tongue pushed deep into Clare, making her friends orgasm rush through her body again. I pull my cock out of Pam’s tight anal channel and push it down deep into Clare gasping mouth, with a second huge jet of my hot seed hitting the back of her throat. I push my cock harder and deeper into her throat, making her swallow every drop of my hot seed.

Clare greedily sucks every last drop of my hot seed while Pam collapses on top of Clare in a heap of sweat, gasping for air. Her anal channel still pulsing where my cock had just been, wanting my cock pushed deep within it again.  Clare uses her hands and starts to massage Pam’s ass cheeks, calming them both down from their excitement, before I rest one hand on Pam’s ass myself and a swift slap, making her roll off Clare, she smiles up at me. Clare sits up and turns towards Pam, gives her a deep kiss before telling her to go for a shower.

Watching Pam saunter off to the bathroom, I climb upon the sofa and rest my head back, feeling the heat of hot lips kissing up the inside of my leg, smirking to myself I looked down into Clare’s devious eyes, watching her kiss up my thigh around my cock, making her way across my stomach and chest. Light kisses on my neck before a small nibble on my ear with whispered words “Stay with me for the weekend”


The End.

I leaned my head against the window of the cab I rode on. The cold late October raindrops on the glass worked like tiny lenses and made the city lights blur, giving them rays and making them appear like stars. They moved along as stars would on a long space journey. The moving stars and the monotonous buzzing sound of the wheels spinning on the wet road started to hypnotize me. They took the cab forward on its way but span my thoughts way back in time.

******

I remembered how I woke up this particular summer day. My mood was not very good. I found it hard to fall asleep again that night because Sasha was pretty noisy as she came home late and woke me up. Alexandra, or Sasha as I called her, was sharing the flat with me. We both studied at the University although in different faculties. We got to know each other through an ad I posted for a room offer.
Since these time we became really close friends. Special close friends. We soon started to share everything like sisters and finally we even shared what sisters usually would not share.

Unlike me she preferred to be with men but she would not say no to a woman’s tenderness. My preferences are just the other way around. Usually I am not as much into men as she is.
But if a man is really attractive and nice and knows how to seduce me? Being a real gent, interesting and humorous?
Well, sometimes it snows in April.

I recalled how I went to the kitchen this morning to get a good cup of black coffee. I slipped into my morning coat as I rushed out of my room. Everything seemed to be still quite. As I entered the kitchen I saw a six-pack beer on the table. Or the remains. Three of the bottles were emptied and still stood there. I was not very amused about this welcome. I loaded the coffee machine and cleaned up. Meanwhile the machine filled the room with the regular slurping of pumping water and the nice smell of fresh coffee eased my temper.

The first nip on the cup reconciled me and I was about to take a seat at the table and to prepare me toast. I was interrupted as the door opened and Sasha stepped inside the kitchen. She wore a meaningful smile on her face which looked through her tousled hair. Besides her smile she wore only a panty.
She had a black bob which suited her face. Her delicately chiselled features had a slight Asian touch. Her long slender neck ended on her refined shoulders which were carried by graceful collarbones. Some fingers below her firm breast rose from her chest. A good handful each. Firm and smooth rounds crowned by nipples which tend to look a bit arrogantly upwards. Nothing I had not seen before but always a very inspiring view. I knew how hard they could get if they pucker, rising from her breasts like rough tiny raspberries. Her scanty slip barely covered her hummock. Her long slim legs brought her step by step closer to the table. She was indeed a slick-chick. Incredibly beautiful.

What I had not seen before was the guy who followed her. Tall, slim, tanned and quite athletic. His shoulder-long brown hairs were not less tousled as I could see and he did not wear more than she did. Just a slip. Though his hummock was indeed more preeminent. More a hill than a hummock to be honest. My surprise kept me from saying anything and I sat there with my cup in my hands. Probably even with my mouth opened. I am happy I did not see my expression. It would have made me laugh I guess.

"Oops," Sasha giggled, "you’re already up. And how cool, coffee is ready. Oh, this is Manuel."
She took two cups from the cupboard and filled them with coffee while Manuel grinned at me with embarrassment. It appeared as if he was not prepared to face me here already. Or still.
"Hm Hi," was his short greeting, "I'll be right back."
May be I had stared at his hill a bit too concerned. He turned on his heels and left. Sasha grinned, carried the cups to our table and sat near me.
"Are you mad at me," she asked with a compelling smile.
I shook my head. "Not really. I should have known as I found the beers," I answered. Sasha smiled. She licked with her tip of the tongue over her stiff upper lip and moaned. It seemed to me as if she had not had more sleep than I but with a much more fulfilling reason.

"I'll dress up," I let her know my most recent decision. "Take your time here, I'll block the bathroom for a while."
Sasha nodded and waved at me, "OK. I guess we will need some time. I'm hungry like a wolf."
"I can imagine," I answered and shook my head smirking.
"Oh, don't be so jealous," she grinned.
I left the kitchen but not without showing her my stiff middle finger. She spilled some coffee laughing.

I rushed into my room to catch some cloth and vanished in the bathroom to have a shower and dress myself up. After a while I heard the door slam. I let the water run and tested the temperature before I slipped under the shower. It was hot and fondled my skin. I enjoyed the stream splashing on me. The foam, the lovely smell of my shower gel, the heat of the water. It refreshed me and rose my mood substantially. I enjoyed my hands sliding over my soapy skin. I was tempted to let them find a place between my thighs.

It became even more refreshing as I pulled the lever to cold. An icy surge washed my fatigue and my thoughts away which had driven in a very distinctive direction as I tried to imagine how Sasha's night had been. How could it be different as Sasha just had been waving her breasts in front of me? She was so utterly sexy. I reminded that it had been already some time ago. Too much time indeed. And I had to admit to myself that Manuel and his hilltop were quite arousing too.
I towelled my goose bumps away and tried to get my thoughts set to a less brisk topic.

The doorbell rang, while I was creaming myself from top to bottom. I urged up, curious who could it be. I slipped into a tight jeans which underlined my figure and a tank top Sasha once had given me. It had a printing, "I am a bad girl. But I’m good at it."
This was so typical for Sasha.
I had to smile while I looked into the mirror and brushed my long dark blond hair. I took a last look. Satisfied with my appearance I left the bathroom for the kitchen.

Sasha had dressed my morning coat and Manuel was in a much more presentable condition as before. As I entered he stood up and grabbed a bunch of flowers. He must have bought them while I took a shower.
"I apologize," he smiled at me and gave me the flowers. "I shouldn't have first met you this way. Sasha just didn't tell me."

I was obviously flattered. I wouldn't have guessed this gesture. This guy with this winning smile and a body like Michelangelo's David showed in addition charming manners of a real gentleman. I adore good manners. Though a fool might find rudeness sexy, it is not the path to seduce me. Sasha may have some flaws but a lack of taste?
Sure not.

She rose to get a vase for the flowers and twinkled at me. I overcame my surprise. What else could I do than to act like a lady? So I decided to exaggerate it and dropped a curtsy. I answered with a smile, "Thank you Manuel. That would not have been necessary. How kind of you." Now it was on him to be surprised and we both laughed. Sasha seemed to be pleased by this laughter and took the flowers to arrange them in the vase. She placed the bouquet on the table and we took our seats around to have breakfast together.

It was a nice time. Both took care not to make me feel like a fifth wheel on the wagon. Manuel showed a likable kind of humor in between and I found his comments quite entertaining. Sasha stuck to her titillating kind of humor which she managed as usual with delicate overtone and ambiguity. She can be such a cute minx.
I challenged her from time to time, misunderstood her deliberately and was letting her remarks appear even spicier so we really had fun and some good laughs together. It was mentioned that Manuel could take his father’s yacht and so spontaneously the plan was made up to have a boat trip later. I love boats so I was keen as mustard. We packed some things and left for the sea.

******

One hour later we were on board of a motor-yacht heading along the shore. Sasha and I were dressed in bikinis. We shared a towel and sat on the upper deck leaning at the windshield. The wind in our hairs made them wave like flags. Behind the windshield stood Manuel and steered the yacht which made a good speed. From time to time the ship’s bow dipped into a higher wave and the salty fresh spray reached our feet. Sasha leaned her neck further backwards and stretched her arms alluringly towards Manuel. He did not deny her invitation and while steering with one hand he leaned over the windshield and started to kiss her. I could see how greedy she swallowed his tongue, wrapping her own around his. He almost began to bonk her mouth with his tongue.

I tried not to stare, but I could not resist. Her body bend like a crossbow, her moaning and the steamy kiss they shared was a scene I could not fight to watch. Her tummy tight as a drum skin, her breast flattened on her stretched chest. The fabric of her bikini was not thick enough to hide her rosebuds which tried to poke holes into the thin textile. This scene was so darn sexy.

I had no time to feel jealous. Or like the fifth wheel. Sasha broke the kiss and turned her face towards me. I immediately felt her tongue-tip knocking at my lips and I opened them willingly. We let our tongues dance passionately and I felt her hand cupping my breast. Her fingers sank into my flesh pushing my breast up and caressing it. I felt how my pulse get faster. Her hand went in my neck as she sucked my kiss like starving. I was not sure if I heart the engine humming or if it was my blood running through my veins.

Now it was up to Manuel to stare. And out of the corner of my eye I could see he did. Until Sasha broke up our kiss too.
Her hand was still at my breast and she pinched my nipple gently through the bikini which was not suited to lower my temper. So I did not object much her hand in my neck which turned my head towards Manuel. Why should I? He was really a very likeable and handsome guy. I liked him from first sight.
He hesitated.
But Sasha intervened with a sonorous whisper filled with amatory overtone, "What are you waiting for? A mistletoe? Go, kiss her!"

Her words swept his doubts away as the touch of her hands did with mine. He bent over me and I felt his lips brushing mine. Gently his tongue knocked the door which I opened. Carefully his tongue slipped in and was welcomed by soft flaps of the beefy inhabitant. We let our first kiss persist and it tasted good. Oh yes, I felt the heat rising.

Sasha did her best to fuel my fire. Her hand had left my breast and I could feel her kissing my tummy. Her tongue circled my navel and then dipped into. This cute little lass knew exactly how much it turns me on. It works almost like a power switch. Furthermore I felt her fingertips sliding under my waistband. They boldly rushed further until they reached my cleavage. I could feel how her finger dived between my lips with ease as the arousing kisses had made my body react in a very self-evident way. Her fingertip touched my moist pearl gently and I felt warm waves scampering through my body. I felt how prurience took its reign over me.

Sasha could feel about my condition as she moistened her finger in the secret depth between my legs. And she found nothing better to do than to rise her hand and point this finger towards Manuel. My scent must have had reached his nostrils as he broke the kiss and let her streak his lips. His tongue was eager to lick my taste from her finger which he receipted with a luxurious, “Mmh”.
Treasonous hussy.
I felt the heat of turning pink on my cheeks. But that did not impress Sasha at all. With a lewd smile she said, “May be we should go below deck, before we get too wet here?”

She did not refer to a change in the weather pattern, as the sky was blue up to the horizon where it kissed the darker blue-green sea. I took a breath to say something, but she was faster than me. I felt her mouth close to my ear, nibbling my earlobe. There is another very sensitive spot of mine as she quite well knew.
She played her game using all the cards for her advantage.
I heart her whisper, “Please, please, please. I’ll owe you something I promise. I did the best I could to get him on track. Now don’t spoil it, I beg you! Since our first time I dream of this sensation with you. If you ever wanted to do me a favor, than please don’t object now. And he’s really nice isn’t he?”

Sasha’s hand on my body, slipping back into my bikini brief, as well as her tongue behind my ear were very convincing in emphasizing her arguments. Even if my objections had been bigger I would have found no force to close my thighs in front of her tender fingertip caressing my pearl. She took my moaning for an agreement and grinned confidently at Manuel. He steered the boat towards a tiny bay. Obviously they both were in bed together.

Not only during the last night but also concerning the things to come. Sasha wiped the rest of my humble resistance away with another passionate kiss. I threw my caution to the wind and hugged her as I ate her kiss with rising hunger. While our kiss went more and more intense Manuel killed the engine and casted anchor in the tiny bay. This was the sign for us to separate our igneous bodies and go below deck. Manuel followed us one step beyond.


-- continued—

We entered a cabin which had a bright floor from wooden planks. They felt warm under our bare feet. I guessed it was maple or something similar.
Each of the white side walls had two triangular windows which were bent the way that they reminded me about shark’s dorsal fins. The doors and furniture were made from reddish timber which made me think of teak-wood. The drawers of the large cabinet were the same white as the covering of the three sofas. Two of them were aligned with the side walls and the third one was taking the middle of the room in the opposite of a big flat TV-screen. The ceiling was white too with embedded panels made from the reddish timber I considered to be teak.

I had not much time to admire the interior as Sasha stood behind me and opened my bikini top which fell to the floor like a leaf from a tree. My breasts stood naked and fought the gravity successfully thanks to her firmness. Sasha snuggled at my back caressing my belly and my breasts and I felt her kisses and tender bites at my shoulder following my carotid. I pressed my tush against her loins to show my joy. Once the dices had fallen I made up my mind to offer myself on Venus’ altar with maximum delight.

While Sasha fondled me, Manuel was busy to transform the sofa into a frame-less bed. A process which took only a few simple moves and did not keep him too busy to watch us girls getting occupied with each other.
Soon he stood in front of me and supported Sasha’s hands fulfilling the task to set my skin on fire. Their hands seemed to be everywhere. They kissed over my shoulder and I watched their tongues dancing while they shoved my panty over my hips so it slid down my legs until it reached the planks of the floor.

I stood in this tiny piece of cloth like Botticelli’s Venus in her shell and felt the touching of their hands on my belly, my hips, breasts and buttocks.  Where ever they touched me they left the burning desire for more.

I felt fingers crawling through the light, carefully trimmed bush on my mound, sneaking through the thatch boldly until they found what they were looking for. They slid between my lips and petted along the steamy groove. I felt my anxiety rising. My head turned towards them as they turned their heads towards me. Our three tongues met and we entangled in hot voluptuous kisses.

I did not want to stay too passive so I opened the knobs of Manuel’s shirt until I could make it fall from his shoulders. He shook it away from his arms and showed us his athletic torso. Sasha used one hand to open his belt and zipper to get rid of his linen trousers too. She managed somehow without easing the caressing of my demanding snatch which was already soaking wet. As soon as I got rid of his shirt I supported her and we made his trousers drop all together with his pants.

I broke the kiss curious about his cock which jumped out of his prison as soon as we set him free. Impressive equipment I had to admit. I thought I could hardly cover his length with both of my hands and wondered if I could close a circle of thumb and index-finger around him. He was bent a bit upwards as he stood there rock hard pointing at my belly. I could see the veins under his skin building patterns like rivers on a map. His skin covered barely one half of his glans which was so taut that the purple cone was slick like polished.

Sasha started to pamper him rubbing up and down while she still caressed my nectar dripping blossom with her other hand. Each time she strokes down she exposed his glans and made Manuel sough. I could see the prominent ridge of his cock-head which made his cock appear like a long slender mushroom. To wrap it up it was a very handsome tasty looking pecker which appeared indeed quite promising.

Sasha dragged us slowly towards the bed. She made me sit down and I had this tempting cock directly swinging in front of me. I could not resist to touch it. Gently I formed a ring with fingers and thumb around him. I pulled the skin from his glans and started to lick around its ridge, what made him sigh with pleasure.
“Hmm, oh yes,” he whispered.
His taste and scent turned me on and I formed a tight “O” with my lips to let him slip between. The moist heat of my mouth and my tongue which planed his glans each time I let him slip in and out made him quickly pant.

Meanwhile Sasha had undressed and was as naked as we were. She turned me on the bed and came closer. She interlaced her legs with mine and slipped so close that our gasping pussies met. I felt her wet heat against mine, blending our liquors. Instantly she started tribbing. I responded to her humping, grinding against her while I still was sucking his cock which seemed to become even harder. I could almost feel his horny looks as he stared at our rolling hips and our grinding pussies. I heart Sasha mewing delightedly.

“How ‘bout me,” Sasha suddenly moaned and allured Manuel with her finger. He understood and slipped out of my mouth. He turned to Sasha and fondled her neck as he poked his cock deep inside her mouth. He held her head with one hand and began to piston between her full red lips the other hand on his hip while Sasha massaged his balls. This view made me incredibly horny. I leaned back to increase the force towards Sasha and strengthened the tribbing while she got her mouth fucked.

I felt I was getting close to cum and I did not want anything more at that moment. I felt the heat from my pussy sending waves though my body. Running up my spine higher and hotter. I felt the waves surging. I tried to postpone a bit to make it even more intense but did not manage for long. The waves broke above me lighting sparkling fireworks behind my eyes. My body was shaking like during a shivering fit. I shouted my joy out, loudly with throaty voice, panting. I felt the warm lust rinsing between my buttocks. I was in heaven.

Sasha freed herself from his hand and released his cock. “Oh my god,” she yelled, “watch how she cums.” She humped against me to increase my joy until I went silent and felt into relaxation. Manuel watched thrilled rubbing his high raised cock.
“Damned you’re so hot,” he commented my exaltation. As I landed Sasha broke up and turned to kiss my pouring cleavage. I raised my head. This was awesome. But not yet enough. I felt my pussy still hungry for more. “More, more, MORE!” I croaked.

Sasha laughed and gave me a slap on my mound. “Naughty you are,” she taunted me and turned to Manuel. “Would you mind to feed this voracious minge? I guess she really needs some.”
Oh yes, I did. I regained enough strength to turn. I pushed my butt close to the edge of the bed and pulled my legs up so that my feet stood close to my hips. I grabbed my ankles and spread my thighs wide open. My wet blazing slit lured Manuel like honey the bear. He fell on his knees before the bed and kissed my petals eager for the nectar from my opened orchid blossom.

Sasha moved until she was able to see what happened between my thighs.
“Hm yes. She’s yummy ain’t she? But stop playing now. She looks like she could handle a good piece of cock. Give her yours Hun,” Sasha cheered Manuel on.
He showed himself dutiful and extended his body. I could feel his glans still wet from Sasha mouth gently rubbing my clit. Than he aimed at my innermost and pushed his dick deep inside my hungry hole. I moaned horny as he stretched me. He pushed so deep I could feel him against my womb.
“More,” I panted.

He began to fuck me slowly but with strength. I felt his grip at my hips so he could dive down my cave till his balls touched my butt. “Oh this looks good,” Sasha said, watching his wet twinkling cock sliding in and out between my closely embracing lips. Like the bow of a cello he went in and out, slow but strong. He made my strings sound. What a joy! My wet pussy was gurgling and smacking each time he poked inside.
“Oh my God,” Manuel pressed through his lips, “how hot and tight. And so wet!”
I cramped my muscles down on him to increase both our perceptions.

Sasha did not want to keep the short end for longer. So she knelt over my face with wide spread thighs. Her hand went between her legs and like tweezers her fingers opened her snatch. I did not need another invitation. I embraced her hips and began to massage her butt while I started to lick her pussy she had opened wide and inviting.
“Hmm oh yeah, this way,” she chanted, “eat me, lick me, suck me. God yes, you know how I like it. Make me cum!”
I did as she told and I did it with hunger. I feasted on her shaking my head between her thighs. In return Sasha cupped my breast with her hands and squeezed them like pizza dough tweaking my stiff nipples.

Manuel watched us getting engaged and it certainly turned him on. He pushed me harder, circling his hips. I could feel him stretching me, touching my inner walls so intense. The big rim of his cock-head sliding in and out filled me with sensational feelings. His motions had become more vivid as he pounded me more forcefully now. I felt, he would make me cum soon. The harder he fucked me, the wilder I slurped, licked, sucked and tongue-fucked Sasha’s slit. It made her shivering and shouting.

“Oh my god. Oh yes. Yes! Right so. Don’t stop. Don’t dare to stop, oh my God. I’m too close already,” she panted.
I let my finger slide between her buttocks searching for her butt-hole. I massaged it and squeezed my fingertip inside. Slowly I started to fuck her butt with my finger while same time I sucked her clit between my lips and quavered with my tongue-tip. This way I got her.

"Oh my goodness! OH!" her body broke in jogged by spasms and I felt her ecstasy filling my mouth with her spicy juice.
She fell on me like electrified as her climax let her explode and she shook on me while I eagerly tried to lick her dry.

Soon after her I had my second orgasm. Manuel banged me like crazy and I exploded another time. I laid under Sasha’s exhausted steaming body which hindered me bending mine. So I could only roll and twist like a snake under her weight as the hot snurf rolled through my body and flushed away my consciousness again. I yelled my joy in the air embracing Sasha’s body over me and pressing her as tight on me as I could.
I expected each moment the hot load from Manuel who thrust inside me with gasping breath. My legs embraced his hips and I forced him as deep as I could still surfing some breakers.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” he screamed.
But before he could shoot his load inside me, Sasha grabbed for his cock and led him into her mouth. I could hear how exerted she sucked him and tried to swallow all he had to offer. She was hungry for cum and sucked him dry between my trembling legs.

Manuel climbed exhausted on the bed and fell down next to me while Sasha crawled backwards until she could reach my face. I could see her lips and chin with splatters of cum as she kissed me. She tasted his cum but I did not mind. Vice versa I cleaned her face with my kisses and my tongue and I made up my mind that I should apply for my own portion of cream soon.

Finally she turned around and fell down at my other side that I laid like a hot dog in a bun.
“Awesome,” Sasha said. “This was so awesome. Much better than I ever imagined. I just can’t wait for the second round.”
“Sure. And the third and the fourth,” I replied giggling.
“Ghee wiz girls,” Manuel laughed, “you girls don’t give no quarter, right?”
“Never ever,” Sasha answered chuckling and I added dry as a bone, “Degüello!”

******

The buzzing sound of the cab’s wheels had changed for a gnashing noise as the car left the road and drove up a narrow driveway covered with gravel. This noise brought me back to the here and now. The driver stopped in front of an ample bungalow.
“This is 24.60 Euro," he said stopping the taximeter.
I gave him 30, grabbed my bag and left the cab. I rushed through the drizzling rain to the door and rung the bell. As I was waiting I felt that I should change my panty for a dry one. My memories had felt quite real and had teased me more than just a bit.

After a short while the door opened.
“Oh there you are. Come inside,” Manuel said with a happy smile from ear to ear and let me slip in. He welcomed me with warm kisses to my cheeks which I responded.
“Glad to see you Manuel,” I said.
“So glad to see you too. Let me take your bag,” he offered gently.

I gave him my luggage and started to answer, as Sasha rushed around a corner. She ran to me and embraced me tightly taking my breath and my answer away. Like he she kissed me, but she chose my lips instead of my cheeks.
“Welcome dear! Much too long ago already. I’m so happy you’re finally here. Feel at home,” she smiled at me and gave a push to the door in my back.

May be I shouldn’t change the panty but just get rid of it, I thought by myself smiling.
“I’m also very glad to see you again,” I replied. “I missed you both a lot.”

I started to undress my coat while the door shut with a bang behind me.


THE END.