3 comments/ 42057 views/ 4 favorites An Evening's Entertainment By: AmysOwner I opened the door and smiled at the couple waiting outside. The man's face broke into a broad grin. "Don't you have someone to do that for you?" "She's otherwise occupied," I chuckled. "Glad you two could make it." "We wouldn't have missed it." William Trent tugged firmly on a piece of leather in his hand. A leash, it stretched up to the neck of his companion, who stood half a step behind, eyes downcast. "Would we, Amanda?" She shook her head, the motion pushing up her thick overcoat to show the tiny dress she wore underneath. Around her neck glittered a steel chain Collar, a heavy gold padlock clasping it shut. "Most of the others said the same thing." I smiled, a shivering tension tingling along my shoulders and back. "You're the last to arrive. Come in out of the cold." This early in the spring the nights were still chill, though all the snow had long since melted away and they stepped inside, Amanda a bit quicker than her Owner. She flashed me a quick smile that would have gotten her slapped had he seen, but her luck held and I didn't mention it. The mild dimming of her eyes told me the punishment had been her desire all along, and it made me chuckle quietly to deny it to her. Inside the air was much warmer and scented with candles. Amanda slipped the coat from her shoulders to expose a little black dress even smaller than her body; I had no doubts she was bare beneath it. High-heeled shoes made her taller than her otherwise 5' frame, and long blonde hair completed the college cheerleader look. Thick blue eye shadow and red lipstick made her more of a high-paid call girl, however, and since I knew William rented her out on occasion the look fit. Murmurs and quiet laughter came from the next room, along with deeper, more lustful sounds that broke the background music. William started into the other room, Amanda's leash tight in his hand. I stopped him with a firm touch on the arm. Alpha male tried to stare down alpha male, without success. Here, in My Territory, with My Property, He'd have to try harder than that to intimidate me. "You both know the rules," I said. "No touching her anywhere by the head or tits. No slapping, no choking her into unconsciousness or making her ill. If she gives the signal you cease immediately and let me know she needs help. You can cum in her mouth but she's to spit it out if you do--tell me if she swallows. Tell me if she cums. Any cum you make tonight goes on her, not your own pet, no matter who got you there. Anyone who breaks my rules leaves immediately. Anyone who breaks my rules and hurts her leaves immediately with a broken arm. Clear?" "Transparently." William pulled free of my hand and I let him. I gave him and his slut one more hard look before leading them into the living room. The scene could have come from Caligula. Half-dressed men and women filled a room lit only by candles, the honey-warm glow giving everything a decadent look. Mostly young and at least relatively good-looking, it was easy to tell who in the crowd was on Top and who was on bottom. Most of the men were Doms; their pets knelt by their sides or sat wrapped around their Dom's legs, often holding the man's drink. Two of the 3 female tops had male slaves; both these men were busy lavishing attention on their Domme's bare feet while the two laughed and discussed business. The other had a female slut currently sitting between her thighs, tongue busily worshipping the smoothly shaven cunt that present itself, while stiletto heels scraped long red welts into her back. My cock gave a heavy twitch at the sight, but I had other things on my mind at the moment. William's eye was fixed in the corner, and he gave a low whistle. "Jesus. You weren't kidding, were you? How long has she been at it?" "Almost two hours now. I'm pretty sure every guy in the room's given her at least one load by now, even Katrina and Jen's subs. Those two got their clits licked too. Most of the other girls haven't taken a turn yet." "I'm sure Amanda will before the night's out. She's always wanted your pet to lick her, after that night we met. Haven't you, slut?" Amanda nodded, eyes shiny and bright as she stared. Straight and even teeth worried at her bottom lip. I turned my attention back to the scene. Two couches lined the wall closest to my right and the one opposite the doorway where I stood. Both were filled with men and women in various stages of undress and sexual activity. To my left, a large TV centered on the wall showed various bondage scenes--at the moment a young woman, bound, gagged, and blindfolded was bent over a sawhorse and taking a vigorous beating with obvious signs of pleasure. And in the far corner of the room knelt My property, My slut, My toy, My slave. My Amy. Blindfolded, head held high by a posture collar, and muffled with a penetration gag, my dark-haired beauty was the center of attention despite her humiliating position. Hands bound in white nylon ropes in front of her almost hid the chastity belt that covered her groin, keeping a glass dildo in her cunt and a silicon plug lodged in her tight ass. Three silver chains dangled between her breasts, connected to the clamps tight on her nipples. She knelt on a red couch pillow already spotted with cumstains. They were nothing compared to what lay on her body. Cum spattered her thighs, her belly, even dangled from the silver chains. The posture collar was almost coated in the heavy mixture and though some had begun to dry I knew more would be added shortly. Some joker had even jerked off on her blindfold and into her hair, so it stuck up at odd angles, stiffened by the dried fluid. The gag between her lips was My own design and consisted of a leather strap holed by a large rubber O-Ring. It fit between her lips and teeth and forced her mouth to stay open. A man's cock could fit inside, and should a woman present herself by standing, legs spread, over My Amy's head, the slut could slip her tongue out to bathe the woman's clit and labia. She was currently unoccupied as most of the men had already taken their first turn and were working up the stamina for a second. Across the room lips, mouths, and hands were busily working their Master's members, getting them aroused for that second release. I smiled at the sight of my beautiful, messy pet. She was the perfect statue, just what the room required to finish it. William cleared His throat noisily, staring in lust at my pet. "Mind if I take a turn?" "That's what she's there for, just remember the rules." "Oh, believe me, I'm not going to do anything to screw this up." He dropped his slut's leash and unbuckled his belt. He gave Amanda a swift kiss. "Make our Host feel appreciated, would you?" He did not wait for an answer before striding across the room. A faint blush lit Amanda's cheeks at her swift dismissal, but she did not protest. Amanda was the kind of woman who needed the degradation and humiliation she received from her role more than the physical pain and domination that came part and parcel. The more like a piece of meat she felt, the more she liked it. She stepped in front of me now and looked up into my eyes, searching them for something... I do not know what. "May I please you, Sir?" her voice was soft and light, a finger on the rim of a crystal goblet. I smiled at the slut, keeping one eye on her Owner as He unzipped his pants before my property. She heard the sound and visibly straightened, ready for her next service. Half hard already, William did not waste any time before thrusting His uncut cock into the hole in her gag. Even from my spot across the room I heard the slut moan as her mouth was filled once more with meat. "Sir?" Amanda waited before me. "And what is it you have to offer, girl?" A red-tipped finger traced her overly made-up lips. "This," she replied. The other hand slid down, taking the time to brush over her breasts. Through the thin black dress her nipples protruded, already erect and straining at the material. "These too," she murmured, her breathing deepening. Down it slid, over her belly and between her thighs. She cupped the dress to her mound and her eyes fluttered shut as the cool silk pressed to her cunt. Slowly, like a magician revealing his secrets, she lifted the dress and exposed her smoothly shaved cunt to the world--or at least to me. Already it glistened with her juices, clit swollen and peeking out from under its hood. "And this too... Please, please use this, Sir." I reached out and grabbed her by the dress between her breasts, gripping the sheer silk between my fingers and pulling her towards me. She gasped at the force with which I pushed her down, bare knees thumping into the hardwood floor. The Domme who went by Talia favored me with an approving smirk as she arched up, her slave's tongue brushing against the tight star of her ass. She always did think a little force could go a long way. I watched while the little blonde's fingers fumbled a little too eagerly at my khakis. I gave her a light slap across the left cheek and hid a smile when her eyes widened. "Slow down, girl. It's not a birthday present." "It is to me," she cooed breathlessly when the button finally unsnapped. Unzipping me and pulling my khakis down just a bit, she tugged down my briefs and giggled when my hard shaft flipped up and slapped her in the chin. "I think Someone's happy to see me!" I didn't have the heart to tell her my erection was less for her and more for the girl in the corner, even now having her mouth assaulted. William was taking long, slow thrusts in and out of my pet's mouth. She gurgled every time he pushed into her throat, and her bound hands turned into white-knuckled fists when He penetrated her so deeply. Each time he pulled back out, long, thick strands of her saliva left the two of them connected. I knew the abuse was making her cunt even know contract tight around the shaft lodged inside her. Soft, cool kisses tickled the underside of my cock. I looked down to see a pair of amazingly blue, startlingly big eyes looking back up at me as Amanda brushed her cheeks along my heavy sack. She smiled to see me watching her and a pink, catlike tongue stole out to swipe along the bottom of my cock. She held herself there for just a moment before dragging her flesh along mine, licking as though at a Popsicle. Once at the top she wasted no time in opening her mouth wide and swooping down my shaft, swallowing half in one go. I groaned softly as the wet prison captured my shaft and her tongue darted furiously along my skin. So wet was her mouth that saliva trickled its way past her lips, dribbling down My cock and onto my balls. Wrapping my hands in her long blonde hair I pushed her down further, easing another inch of my cock into her mouth. Murmuring in pleasure, Amanda's eyes slid partly closed and she appeared in ecstasy as my cock slid to the back of her throat. That look quickly faded when I gripped her tighter by the hair and pulled her forward. The fierceness of my drive caught her off guard and she grabbed at my hips. Teeth scraped along my sensitive skin and I pushed into her throat, cutting off her shocked gurgles. She stilled her struggling and a pained look of concentration came over her face as I rocked my cock back and forth in her throat. Within seconds it became too much for her and she gagged; I pulled out before she became ill and smeared my saliva-coated shaft and head along her face, ruining her pretty makeup. Great shuddering breaths shook her body as she clung to my hips like a safe harbor in a storm. And then she looked up at me, eyes glazed, and grabbed my dick in one hand before inhaling it again, shock driven away by lust. She slobbered on my dick with intense enthusiasm, pumping her head back and forth rapidly and gliding her fist along the slick skin. I was impressed; she was almost as good as my slut. But only almost. I pulled up sharply on her hair. The sound her lips made when they left my cock could have been from the cork popping out of a wine bottle. Glazed over with lust, her eyes made it seem as though Amanda had little idea where she was, though her small fist kept dragging its way up and down my soaked shaft through instinct. "I think it's time that cunt got some attention, don't you?" That brought her back. She smiled and nodded without saying a word, biting her lip and looking up beseechingly. Reaching down I placed my hands under her arms and lifted her easily, setting her on the arm of the couch. She sat there, perched on her little ass, and lifted up her dress once more to show me her bare cunt. I stepped forward, taking her by the knees and spreading her open. She leaned back, confident in my strength, and didn't appear the slightest bit concerned about falling back on Nancy, another submissive currently--and very noisily-sucking her Master's dick on the couch next to her. I paid them scant more attention myself, instead concentrating on running my swollen head up and down Amanda's lips, grinding it into her clit at the top. Shivers and moans greeted my attention and she put her hands on my shoulders, wordlessly pleading with me to step forward. And so I did, my cockhead pushing between her swollen labia and into her cunt. There was no resistance; she was so wet and had done such a good job soaking me down that even though her velvet walls clamped down on me like a vise I still pushed into her without trouble. Amanda threw her head back and moaned as my teeth automatically found their way to her neck, clamping down and grinding her soft flesh between. I slid my hands around to her ass and ground my cock into her, pubic bone to pubic bone. Juices dripped down onto my balls and her breath was hot in my ear, a flame-thrower in miniature. I fucked her hard, rough as I could with her so precariously balanced, and she reached down and pinched her clit, squealing as the pain and pleasure coursed through her. As sexy as she was, and as good as the slut felt clamped on my dick, I couldn't keep my attention on her. Even as I nipped at her collarbone and my hands dug into the soft flesh of her ass, my eyes and mind were on my slave in the corner. Veins stood out on William's head as he fucked her mouth, and even from here I could see the drool dripping from his shaft and off the gag. He pulled out as I watched, and sent His fist flying back and forth on his meat. It took mere seconds for him to cum. Gobbets of thick white fluid spurted across the gag, the blindfold, into Amy's hair and across her neck. It was a prodigious load, and one I'm sure sent shivers through her cunt as well as her slutty little soul. He wiped himself clean on her blindfold and zipped up, smirking as he strode into the kitchen for a drink. A few people who'd been paying attention clapped for them both, a job well done. I'd had enough of watching my pet perform for other people. Though this was her fantasy more than mine, I still needed to remind her who was in charge. I pulled out of Amanda's sopping cunt--ignoring her moan of disappointment when the cool air kissed her wet flesh--and walked across the room to where my pet knelt, still shivering in pleasure as she felt the hot cum trickling its way across her skin. The smell of sex seeped through the air, not just of male cum but the sweet, hot aroma of Amy's own arousal. Her swollen and dark nipples had been coated in cum and stood up under the attention, helped along by those tight clamps. Semen stains coated the front of her chastity belt, though it was with a certain amount of satisfaction I noted it remained tight around her waist, keeping all the cum from touching her beneath. That spot belonged to me and no one else. I stood in front of her, staring down at my slave. She knelt there and trembled, through what I was sure was a mixture of arousal and exhaustion. We'd had threesomes before, and attended a swapping party once in the past, but this was the first time I'd made her available to so many people or in such an degrading, indiscriminate manner. As my slut developed in her tastes and fetishes, this had proven to be one of the strongest desires she'd had, to be used by a large group of people, particularly men, and to be used in such a way that left no doubt as to her own status as a slave, as a piece of property and of flesh. I placed my hand on Amy's ponytail and pulled her forward. I used my other hand to press down on my hard cock, lining it up with the hole in her gag. It fit perfectly, as it should since I'd made the thing in the first place. My pet came forward willingly enough, though I could tell she was getting tired. One tiny part of my mind wondered if she could tell my cock by the feel or the taste. I didn't give her long to decide. "Taste that, pet?" I asked quietly. Surprised by my voice she jumped a bit, though she did not stop her tongue-lashing. The opening in the gag and the way her teeth and lips met around it made it difficult for her to suck. Instead her mouth and throat were a long, wet tunnel for fucking, her tongue adding to the pleasure. Amy whimpered softly, and I knew she'd just realized what it was she tasted on my flesh. "That's right. I just finished dipping my cock in another slut. Amanda, for your information." Despite the pleasures running through my cock My voice remained steady a fact that pleased Me. I pushed deeper, listening to the rasping as Amy sucked air past my cock. "She's not bad. Gives pretty good head, in fact. And her cunt is nice and tight. I might finish myself off in there later." Soft mews came from my pet and she wriggled her tongue against me more furiously, no doubt in the hope of pleasing me enough that she would be the only one I would take. "What, you don't want me to send her home with my cum leaking from her cunt? You got her Master are along with everybody else's. Why shouldn't I share? A little blonde whore could be just what I need." A single sparkling tear trickled out from beneath the black, stained blindfold. Even as it did so my slave grunted and her body began to quake. I smiled, confident she couldn't see it through the blindfold. Amy had just came, defying the order I'd set previously in the night, and earned herself five lashes once the festivities were over. The knowledge that I'd fucked another woman, that I'd use someone else in such a manner without any regard for her own feelings, mixed with the very physical and emotional arousal she'd received all night long, had sent her over the edge, as I'd suspected it might. Now I pushed deeper into Amy's throat, listening to her choke as I ground myself into her. The O-ring dug at the skin of my cock, but I didn't care. I fucked Amy's mouth hard, again and again, listening to her gurgle and gag. Spit bubbles formed at the edges of her opening, my fingers dug into her scalp, and I came, spurting thick wads right down her throat. She struggled, trying to come up for air, trying to obey my commands not to swallow any seed tonight. "Drink it," I rasped. "Drink my cum, it's all you get tonight. Put it in your belly, slut." Amy's struggles stilled and she accepted what I gave her, swallowing with difficulty but great pleasure around my slowly softening shaft. Spontaneous applause filled the room, people cheering me on as I loved and abused my pet. I smiled and pulled out, wiping myself clean in her hair. Zipping up, I looked around the room with a light and cheerful expression. "Well, who's next?" Flash forward another hour, as the last couple leaves. It's William and Amanda again, and they're both wearing the small, self-satisfied smiles of the truly sated. Amanda took no less than four cocks herself tonight, and William had some fun sharing the attention of several different submissives. I'd enjoyed myself as well, though I hadn't fucked or been sucked by another woman. I'd played a little, and spoken to Talia for a while, who'd promised to bring her little catgirl slut over to play sometime. I shook William's hand and bid them goodnight, sending them on their way. An Evenings Entertainment (resub2) Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to SelenaKittyn for her editing to make this a better story. * The evening was young yet. I had just finished a nice leisurely dinner at a new restaurant and it was only a little after six o'clock. I knew there would be nothing good on TV that evening – nothing but summer reruns and dull MLB games. I was driving toward home slowly, trying to think of some interesting way to pass the time. Suddenly it appeared off to my left as I topped a freeway overpass. There, in a big copse of trees, was nestled an amateur baseball complex. There were four of them all together. Probably most of the diamonds we set up for Little League and it looked like one was bigger, for whatever the next age group of boys was. On impulse I pulled into the park. I hadn't ever been inside it yet but there's always a first time for everything. I was sure the entertainment would be free and, remembering the days when my own son played Little League, I figured it would be a good way to pass two or three hours. I surveyed the fields and decided against the older boys – they tended to be altogether too serious. I picked one of the fields with younger boys and pulled into the first open parking space. As I walked toward the field, I noticed the game had already started, though I would guess it was not very far along. All of the boys wore white uniform pants but one team wore red shirts and caps while the other team wore black. I walked over to the third base side, behind the black team. There was a smattering of parents on the red team's side but none on the one I approached. The black team was batting, so I stopped several feet from any of the players and stood watching the red pitcher throw ball after ball. Some of the black players swung at a few without making contact. I wasn't even aware of the woman until I heard her call, "Hey, Jason! What's the score?" One of the black-clad boys turned and said, "They're seven. We just started to bat." Okay, so bottom of the first, 7-0. I twisted a little to my right to see the woman who was standing beside me. "You're son?" I asked. "Yeah. He plays second base and pitches. Which one is yours?" "Oh, I don't have one. Mine is already way past his playing years. I was just passing and thought I'd watch some." She wasn't a particularly attractive woman but neither was she ugly. She was a little overweight but it was well distributed. When she took a couple of steps forward to shout encouragement to the batter, I got a good look at her backside, and my libido took over from there. She was broad of beam, very well rounded and filled out her jeans as if they were a second skin. The sight made the palms of my hands itch. When she turned back to resume her place beside me, I got a better look at her front. I was not disappointed by it either. Although she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt that looked more like a man's shirt than a woman's, she had twin bulges on her chest that generously pushed the shirt out on top. My interest was definitely piqued. Resuming her stance beside me, she leaned close enough that our arms brushed. She said, in a hushed voice, "Yeah, well, it can be entertaining but sometimes it can get boring. The last time we played this team, the score was something like 23 to 19. That got dull and this one may be the same." Conspiratorially, I leaned toward her, making our contact more pronounced. "Hm, well, maybe we'll have to make our own entertainment." She laughed. "Well, maybe we will." She stood up straight and crossed her arms. I wondered if she took offense at my remark. We were silent as the next three batters walked. Her son strolled to the plate and the woman swayed toward me, our hips brushing together. "I get so nervous when he bats, I usually can't watch." I slipped my arm around behind her and put my hand on her waist. "Don't be nervous. He won't get hurt with the helmet on and he's got as good a chance of doing something good as anyone else." In a soft voice directed at me, she said, "Yeah, I know the logic but you know how mothers are." She cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled toward home plate, "Come on, Jason! Hit it hard!" I held her tightly against my side, since she didn't protest, while the pitcher threw three balls that nobody could have touched. However when the next one came in eye-high and over the plate, Jason took a wild swing ... and sent a weak dribbler rolling toward shortstop. Everybody took off running. The pitcher grabbed the ball, dropped it, grabbed it again and threw it to first base — about nine feet high and over the fence. Two runs scored and Jason wound up on second base. Meantime, I took a chance. I glanced behind us to make sure there were no watchers and I dropped my hand to her well-rounded bottom. She was so busy clapping and cheering she didn't seem to notice. My cock did, however, as it inflated to its maximum size, pushing hard against the front of my jeans. As the action on the field settled down, I noticed that she glanced at me, her face still wearing a broad smile. However, she didn't say anything. The next batter walked to load the bases again and I lightly squeezed her bottom when she cheered. The next batter hit a looper between right and center fielders and everyone started running again. This time the woman turned toward me, bouncing up and down as she cheered, her hands clapping my chest and back. I felt those big, heavy tits flopping up and down my side as she jumped. I could swear that my cock was larger than it had ever been before. I let my right hand rove over the curve of her buttocks. We turned back to the game and watched batter after batter come to the plate and get on by walking or making some sort of hit that the defense did not play well. By the time the first inning was over, the score was 11 to 7 in favor of the black team. With the boys grabbing their gloves and heading to their defensive positions, the woman turned to me and said, "Come with me." I followed her to the parking lot. She went to the second row of vehicles and stopped at the side of a minivan whose windows were all smoked glass. She unlocked the side door and motioned me to get in. There were two lamb's wool covered captain's chairs in the second row and I plopped into one of them. She was right behind me, sliding the door shut. No sooner had I settled into the seat than the woman was on her knees in front of me, pulling at my belt and zipper. She pulled my cock and balls out, propped my jockeys under them, and lowered her mouth around my throbbing hard-on. She began to bob up and down on my shaft, sucking like a vacuum cleaner. "Honey, you don't have to do that," I volunteered. She popped my cock out of her mouth, still holding it in her fingers. "Sugar, I know that look on your face. You want in my pants, don't you?" "Well ... yes, you are very sexy and I would love to ... " "You want to fuck me, I know. Well, honey, I've got one inviolate rule about men that I let fuck me. You damn well better be able to last until I get mine and I'm not easy to get off. So ... I'm going to suck you off. If I can get you up again, we're going to fuck. If you can't get it up again, there's no use in wasting my time. All right?" Damn! I couldn't argue with that logic. I just nodded. She went back to sucking. I leaned back and enjoyed. Up and down, she licked and sucked, taking a detour occasionally to lick and suck on my testicles, but then she went back to sucking my cock while her fingers massaged my nuts. It didn't take her long to get me off – it had been too long between times for me to hold off. It didn't hurt my feelings to watch her suck up every last drop of my cum, see her show it to me, and then watch her swallow it. I was only halfway deflated when she went back to sucking on me. I asked her to let me eat her pussy but she just shook her head and kept on sucking. However, she did free her hands to unbutton her shirt and remove both it and her bra, then sidled around so that I could at least get one hand on her big tits. Looking through the dark windows, it was a little nerve-wracking to see other people wandering around the park but then I remembered that I hadn't been able to see inside the van from the outside, so I relaxed again It took her maybe ten minutes to get me stiff enough again that she was satisfied. Then, standing bent over, she worked her tight jeans off and shimmied out of her panties, revealing a very hairy pussy. However, I could see the moisture glistening on the curly pubes, making my cock grow even more eager. The woman raised the two armrests on the seat and straddled me, pulling my cock up to meet her lowering vagina. I think we both loved the feeling of initial penetration as I slide up into her. As I expected, she was wet and slick but she was much hotter than I expected, like a super-heated furnace. She finally pulled her legs up beside my thighs and settled down so that my entire shaft was inside her. Leaning forward, she wordlessly offered her big tits for me to kiss and suckle. For a long time, she sat on my pole, occasionally flexing her inner muscles around my shaft while I kneaded and licked and sucked and kissed her humongous boobs. Then I pulled her forward and we spent several minutes with our tongues wrestling in her mouth or mine. Sliding my hands down her generous body, I cupped her big ass and whispered, "Honey, you feel so very good!" "Oh, baby, you don't have ANY damned idea how fucking horny I was. I needed this so bad. Just keep that big cock hard until I get there and I'll be really happy." "I don't think I'll have any problem keeping it hard," I said as I pulled a hard rubbery nipple back into my mouth. She was wearing only a faint impression of perfume, some kind of flower that seemed familiar but I couldn't quite identify, but the unmistakable fragrance of fresh hot sex soon overpowered the perfume and became our own fragrance. I think that contributed to the feeling that my brain was lost in a maze of blood red fleshy passages, each one just a little hotter, a little more velvety, a little tighter than the last one. The only thing my mind's eye could focus on was some sort of plunger that seemed remarkably similar in shape to the tip of my cock, although I had no mental image of the rest of my probe. The lady used her body to try, seemingly, every possible angle between her pussy and my dick. She went around in circles, back and forth, side to side, and everything else she could think of to vary the motion between us, to change the sensations coming from our connection. Yet she never got fast enough for her bottom to lift off my balls. I felt every move of her pussy along the shaft of my cock and loved every millimeter of that movement. Occasionally, the woman seemed to grind herself back and forth against my pelvis, always causing her mouth to drop open with special pleasure. Meanwhile I ran my fingertips over her skin all over: her back, her shoulders, her arms, her tits, down her sides, around her ass, along her thighs, back down her calves and then back up around her butt. Every so often, I would spread her globes and let a finger lay on top of her anus, which always caused her to suck in her breath. I had no conception of time but knew it had been a long time when she clamped down on my shaft and began to shake uncontrollably. When the shakes faded, she lay on my chest and breathed raggedly for several minutes until her heart rate slowed. Then she began her rolling, squirming, wiggling movements again. Once more, time became a nonentity. It passed and so did each of the wonderful feelings coming from our coupling, but they were replaced by the feelings from her next movement. On and on it went, as she continued to move so slowly and deliberately. I could never remember having a woman ride me for so long as she did. From time to time, I captured one or the other of her big breasts, swinging like an out-of-sync pendulum, and sucked it or massaged it, or tweaked her nipples with my thumbs. The final build-up came, seemingly, in ultra-slow motion. My balls got that vacant, vacuous feeling that always portends an upcoming climax. Usually it is only seconds before the end comes but this time it just seemed to drag out so deliciously and then my balls began pumping white hot sperm. When the second shot hit her pussy walls, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as she came. She wrapped her arms around my neck, clamped her pussy around my shaft and quivered wildly. When we both had settled down and could breath easy again, I looked around and noticed that the teams were lined up, passing out high fives. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it on while I pulled my jeans up and buckled up. She tossed me her panties, saying, "I don't have time to put these on. Keep these out of sight, sugar." I stuffed them in my pocket while she pulled on her jeans, wiggling back and forth to get them up around her hips. I knew we had to move soon but was following her lead. She snapped her jeans as the players gathered in the dugout to pick up their equipment. Then she reached up onto the dashboard in front, reaching for something while I rubbed her awesome ass. When she came back, she had a spray air freshener which covered up the odor of our sex. She opened the door and stepped out. I followed her. Standing by the door, she pressed a piece of paper in my hand. "Here's our schedule, honey. We play every Monday and Thursday from now until early August, if you want to come by. I usually park here or down at the end of the lot in the same row, if you're interested. It would be a fun way to pass the time." Only then did I notice how the sunlight was fading. I glanced at my watch ... and was astonished at how much of the evening we had passed. It was nearly nine o'clock! I just realized that I'd had my cock inside this woman for over two hours straight. Now that is an evening's entertainment! The End An Evening's Entertainment Walking back inside the smell of sex was almost overpowering, and I quickly opened all the windows in the kitchen, as well as started the fan over the stove. There were a few dirty glasses and empty bottles on the counters and on the kitchen table; I made sure they were empty and set them in the sink for my pet to deal with in the morning. The living room was a mess of pillows, blankets, and more empty glasses. Fortunately everyone had the decency to clean up their spent condoms and empty wrappers, as well as bring home any party favors they'd brought with them. But there would a lot of laundry come tomorrow. I cleaned up the remainder of the glasses and wiped down the coffee table where someone had spilled something (or someone) unidentifiable but sticky. I shut off the TV, killing the sound of yet more moans, and turned to the corner where my pet still sat, ever patient. Twenty-two loads. That was how many Amy had taken. Two each from nine different men, and four from one enterprising male sub, with his Domme urging him along. Semen had jelled in her hair, along her skin. Heavy curls dripped even now from her chin. The clamps had been removed half an hour before--to shrieks of pain from my property and laughter from the crowd--to keep from damaging her sensitive flesh. They lay beside her, cumstained metal gleaming dully. Most men aimed for her breasts after the clamps and chains were removed, thus leaving them in a complete coating of cum, thicker in some places than others but all over still wet and gleaming on her skin. Still tied hands shook before her, unconsciously rubbing still more cum into her smooth belly. Her favorite moisturizer. Pooled on the pillow and between her thighs sat a heavy pool of the thick semen. Looking at her from across the room, I couldn't spot a single square inch of bare skin that had not been treated with the leavings of her various partners. Walking over, I tugged gently on her ponytail. "Time to clean up, angel," I said quietly. She started, pulled out of her zone by my tug, though I doubted she comprehended my words on any real level. She was still too deep. I removed the posture collar and she didn't even move, keeping her neck stretched and posed for me despite the shooting agony she must by now be feeling. Tottering to her feet, helping along by my hand in her hair and hindered by the high heels she wore, Amy stood passively before me as I untied her hands. The blindfold came next, letting me stare into the hazy depths of the most beautiful brown eyes I had ever seen. And finally the gag came off, unbuckled at the base of her skull and taking a couple strands of hair with it. She winced and immediately closed her mouth, working her lips about and trying to get a little moisture back. I offered her a glass of water; she took it without a word and drank deep, the fluid dripping off the corners of her mouth and mixing with the cum now beginning to dry there. "Come along," I told her, leading her by the hand as one would a child, back through the kitchen and outdoors. The night air--more properly morning, it being well past midnight now--was chill and Amy immediately began to shiver, looking at me beseeching. "We'll be quick," I promised, "but you're not going into the shower like that. Take off the belt." She fumbled with the straps, fingers made clumsy in the cold, and slipped off the chastity belt. Her cries echoed in the trees when I reached behind her and pulled the thick plug from her ass with one quick tug, and did the same with the spirally ridged glass cock in her by now aching cunt. I gave it a gentle pat to make up for it, and she closed her eyes and whimpered as my fingers trailed along her swollen clit. "Get out on the lawn, pet." I reached down and turned on the outside faucet before picking up the hose. "Please don't," she pleaded, but I wasn't going to change my mind. "Get out there." I pointed to the grass and she reluctantly did as she was told. She stood, head hanging, out on the dew-drenched lawn. The moon lit her like an alabaster statue, leaving her glowing in the dark. She screamed when the spray from the hose first hit her. I couldn't blame her; the water was likely barely warmer than ice, coming as it did directly from the well. The sound echoed through the empty night and her cries stopped, though she still shivered and whimpered in the cold, squirming every time the water hit her some place new. The dried semen sluiced form her body, trailing down her skin and touching her anywhere it hadn't already. Once she got over the initial shock my Amy helped me, rubbing her hands briskly over her body and peeling the cum from her skin. Her lips turned rapidly blue, her nipples to small pink stones, but she bore it with all her usual grace. I turned the hose off a few minutes later, once I was sure I'd gotten the majority of the seed off her body. Holding out a huge cotton towel, I smiled at my beauty. "Come here." she took no encouragement, hurrying to me as fast as her fuck-me shoes would allow and burying herself in the towel. I led her back inside, toweling her off briskly, and went directly to the bathroom. Inside I turned the water on in the shower, finding a temperature somewhere just short of scalding, and quickly removed my clothes while Amy huddled in the towel, wet hair dripping onto her shoulders. Taking her once more by the hand I pulled her into the shower, and the curtain closed behind us. It took fifteen minutes to clean my toy. A sponge and several generous squirts of body cleanser helped, but every time I thought she was clean I found someone's seed in another crevice, another hidden spot. Handing her a bottle of antiseptic mouthwash I watched her gargle and spit half a dozen times before she declared her mouth clean. It was finally done, and we luxuriated together in the steam. We made love there, pressed to the wall, gentle and slow. We spent as much time kissing as anything else and she cried out in sweet relief when I dropped to my knees and bathed her clit with my tongue and lips. Only when the water began to cool did we finally step out of the shower, dry off, and slip still naked into our bed. A murmur came to me just before I dropped off into sleep. "What about my punishment? For cumming?" I smiled in the dark, placing gentle kisses along the soft curve of her spine. "There's no rush, My angel... we have all the time in the world." * For My Amy.