0 comments/ 5561 views/ 0 favorites Hive By: Troubleclef "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," she growled to him. Her hands slid down the bodice of costume, her fingertips gliding against the smooth black and yellow leather criss-crossing her torso. The soft mesh and obviously see-through material beneath it rubbed against her soft skin and she groaned as it did so across her thick nipples. They both watched her hands travel along her curves, smoothing out the material and adjusting it so that the leather framed her breasts perfectly. The design was impeccable and the tailor did an amazing job, working with them both to ensure the fit and to satisfy both of their wants and needs. Hers were simple: to show off her figure and not to dig into her skin as she'd be wearing it for several hours. His, much more elaborate. He required that it tied like a corset in the back. He insisted on garters to hold up the honeycomb-designed black stockings that adorned her legs. He specified that the material beneath the leather be soft against her skin and sheer enough to see her nipples where the leather parted perfectly. Even in public, he wanted access to them. The final item he requested was firmly in his hand. Her eyes glanced down the mirror as they stood before it, his fingers flexing and turning it slowly. She still hadn't seen it properly, which was his intention. Her reactions of anger, embarrassment, protest and finally stubborn acceptance that the subject wasn't up for discussion made him realize that its visual presence would only heighten the nerves that had been building up about it for the past month. She had mentioned one night how fun it would be to have a Halloween party at the club he owned and turn it into a benefit for one of the local charities. He agreed wholeheartedly, knowing full well it would be both a financial and social success, given the clientele who frequented the club. It had a reputation of catering to a more deviant crowd but was welcoming to patrons of any persuasion, as long as they came with open minds and caused no problems. Tonight, however, was specifically for the D/s crowd. And the day that part of her costume was decided was a day neither of them would forget. When they decided to go with a bee theme a couple of months ago, the name of the club changed to The Hive, temporarily. She joked that she was the queen bee for the night. He chuckled at first but the comment sent his mind racing. Within the hour, decisions regarding their personas, "benefits" available to club members, and which charity would benefit were made. He actually agreed to her being "Queen Bea" for the night and he would, of course, be the Keeper. They decided to go with complete name changes, only answering to "Bea" and "Keeper". The men and women they employed would be dressed as drones and worker bees, respectively, ready to serve in any way needed. They figured out pricing for all levels of membership, including increasing the amount for the few private rooms they had for those needing more intimate, and less publicly legal, experiences. With help from the club manager, everything was finalized in a matter of days, including all the advertising. Then, when they were discussing their costumes, he mentioned one item she hadn't thought of: her stinger. How not only would it be custom made, but it would also have two very specific uses. One, it could be use as a punisher, a short whipping rod that would easily mark up skin beautifully, but do little harm. She grinned at this, which faded quickly as he informed her of its other use. As a plug, in her ass, designed not to slip and not to harm her considering she'd be wearing it all night long. Knowing better, but not caring, she went off on him. He sat back in his chair, arms crossed, watching and listening to her every word intently. They did not have a relationship that was only dictated by what he desired, though hers often matched his, one of many reasons they worked so well together. This time, it was clear that was not the case. Her protests were numerous. He watched as she paced a short distance back and forth, her voice clear but somewhat shaky as she told him each one. That it was pure and simple public humiliation, something neither of them were into. That wearing it would deride her position as the co-owner of the club, with both the employees and the members. If she would have looked at him at this point, she would have seen the flash of irritance the skated across his face for a moment. She continued on instead. That she'd never be able to wear it for 8+ hours without it harming her in some way. That it would slip out, that someone would get drunk and try and pull it, on and on until finally, he put up his hand and softly told her he'd heard enough. To be honest, all that she said was almost enough to make him consider giving her an option to refuse. Instead, he gestured her closer, so that she was right in front of him. He held back the smirk that threatened to curl his lips as she did so, her arms crossed now in utter defiance. Her dark eyes glistened, betraying that stubbornness just a bit. His head tilted slightly and he watched her for a moment more, choosing his words carefully before he spoke. "You're right, my dear. All of those things could happen and to a degree, this is humiliation. And I made a promise to you not to ever do so in public. But I wonder why, after all this time, you would believe that you couldn't handle this, if I believe you can. Why you would believe that I would allow others to put you down. Why you wouldn't think that I would have thought out every single aspect of this before I even mentioned it to you. It seems to me that you are forgetting your place with me. Yes, you are the co-owner of the club. But you seem to believe ours is a democratic relationship, which it is not. You pledged your submission to me. I have earned your trust and in doing so, it is expected of me that I will guide you as I see fit. For both of us. We are not discussing this further. You will be wearing the stinger as a plug. Is that clear?" The realization of what she had done hit her quickly. Her arms unlocked as she nodded, replying to him with a strong, "Yes, Sir." Her hands crossed at the wrists behind her back, her legs eased open just a little more, while her head tipped down just slightly, her eyes still locked on his. There was nothing she could do to stop the couple of tears skimming down her cheeks and she didn't care. She felt humiliated, brought on by her own insolence. She gasped, the touch of his hand against her thigh under her skirt surprising her. She hadn't even seen him move. "If the idea is so reprehensible to you, then why is your cunt soaked?" He yanked down her damp panties to her mid-thighs and worked three fingers into hot tight wet entrance. Her hips pushed forward and he growled at her, "Stay still, slut." She complied immediately and was rewarded by a rough shove of his fingers, making her take them all at once. Her teeth dug into her lower lip, her tight cunt twitching around his thick fingers, squeezing hard each time the tips dragged over that sweet spot inside her. His free hand shoved her short skirt up higher, revealing all her bare flesh to him. For a good five minutes, they watched each other as he fucked her pussy, keeping away from her distended swollen clit. His eyes dropped to watch it and his glistening fingers and he started to undo his belt. She groaned at the sound of it being pulled from his jeans, convinced he'd be undoing those next. But she was wrong. "I bet you already need to cum, don't you cunt," he growled at her. She nodded quickly then growled back as his fingers immediately pulled from her with loud wet slurp. His eyes narrowed as he pushed forward a bit in his chair, licking his fingers one by one. "Too bad. Over my lap. Now." She blinked and in that moment, he gripped her left arm and pulled her down right over him. "How much will you revert tonight? Do you need refreshers in all your training? Apparently I have been remiss in keeping up with reminders of your place with me!" Thankfully she remembered to spread her thighs as wide as he required, so wide her muscles protested immediately. He gripped one hand into her thick black hair and the other took up his belt. No warning, the punishment started. The doubled belt packed quite a wallop. Within just a few strikes to her exposed ass and thighs, she started yelping with each one. It didn't take long to cover every part of each cheek with thick red stripes. But he needed to continue. Down her thighs the whipping continued, until the belt designed her flesh to the back of her knees. She lay sobbing over his lap, her back still arched as he held tight to her hair. Still not convinced, he changed the angle of the belt and landed three hard strikes to her literally dripping wet pussy. The first two brought renewed enthusiasm to her screams and his cock throbbed from the sound. The last one landed the hardest, the tip of the belt whipping across her clit. Her body surged in his lap, the stinging pain on that most sensitive part of her body ripping through her and turning into the dark pleasure she craved from him. She pushed her ass up so that her pussy didn't touch anything, afraid if it did, she'd cum immediately. He knew it too. While she writhed in his lap, he took a deep breath and dropped the belt, slowly turning her in his lap, her back against his front, her reddened flesh meeting his jeans. She jerked at the initial contact but stilled herself, not wanting to rub into the material. His hand stayed in her hair and pulled her head back to kiss her hard. His cock was hard, unyielding against her backside and he ground it into her, loving the noises she made for him. His free hand yanked at her blouse, the buttons popping off as the material ripped. She winced at the pull of the blouse against her body before it fell away. He growled against her lips to lose the bra and she did so quickly. Her skirt remained hiked up around her waist and she moved to take it off, somehow, but he shook his head. His hand tugged her head, to expose her neck and he went for it. His teeth dug in, making her cry out, which she did again as he started to slap her tits. He kept grinding into her punished backside and thighs and the mix of sensations quickly started to overwhelm her. Her hands gripped into his forearms, as she rode his lap, bouncing between it and his hand landing over and over on her tits. Soon, the color of them matched her ass and thighs and he went to work on her nipples. His nails dug in, the pressure making her twist in pain as he yanked them. She screeched out an apology and followed it up with a plea that he fuck her. He chuckled in her year, murmuring, "Oh don't worry beautiful, I plan on it." And he did. Over the next several hours, he fucked her several times, in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, even her hands. In between he meted out more punishment. There was barely any part of her that wasn't used in some way, even the bottoms of her feet. He had forgotten how it felt to fuck her spread cunt after he punished it with the cat o' nine, especially while holding tight to the chain that linked her clamped nipples and clit. By the time he finished, he had cum three times and she was a dripping sweaty mess. Her voice was hoarse and her skin ached just from the air moving it. She was also left wanting, as he did not allow her to cum once. Instead, she rode the edge the entire time, pushed harder than he ever had and as he withdrew from her fucked open sore ass after dumping his load into her the last time, he told her she could cum. In three days. He enlisted help from one of the male switches at the club, to ensure she was edged every hour on the hour. Rich was eager to help out, for many reasons, not the least of which included his desire to fuck Bea silly. And he did so many times over his three day stay, culminating in a multi-hour fuckfest with Bea and her Keeper, though Rich received no sexual attention from him, nor expected any. He did come away with a new respect for both of them, her for her utter submission to him and him for the knowledge he imparted to Rich. He also could not believe how hard, how often, and how wet she came, once she was finally allowed. At the end of it all, Keeper even promoted him at the club, padded his wallet a bit, and sent him home on shaky legs. Now, finally, the night had arrived. Keeper chuckled at her while he inspected her outfit and tugged a bit tighter on the ties of the corset. "You can't believe it? Perhaps you need a reminder?" She burst out laughing and mimed pushing him away from her. "No, Sir, no way, I do not need a reminder at all. But please, let me see it already!" He smirked at her and swished the exposed tail in the air a few times before spinning her around to face him. Her eyes dropped to the stinger in his hand and she groaned, her eyes wide, trying to take it all in. It was by far the biggest plug she'd ever worn. Her fingertips pressed along it, feeling the ridges of the plug, pausing at the biggest flare, the one that would ensure it wouldn't slip at all. She bit her lip and moaned a bit. Her fingers continued down, running the length of the nearly foot long stinger then lifted it up. She was surprised at how light it was then realized that weight would only make it more difficult on her. A soft slow grin adorned her face and she leapt into his arms, hugging him close. "Thank you," she murmured in his ear. He grinned at her, "Don't thank me yet, we still need to get it in you. And I have the perfect way to do that." His mouth dropped to hers and kissed her hard, until she moaned from the intensity of it. He tugged her lip with his teeth when he pulled away, moving to the door and gesturing at someone. "Miranda, find Rich and get in here. We need your help with something." He turned to find Bea frowning at him slightly. His brow raised, daring and chastising her at once for whatever was about to leave her lips. Her mouth closed quickly and he nodded, stepping aside to let in their employees. Rich grinned at her as he made his way in, coming over to kiss her cheek and marvel at her costume. Miranda did the same, though with a bit less enthusiasm, a bit jealous her own bee costume was not as elaborate. Keeper stood with a widened stance and watched them all for a moment. "Our guests will be here soon so let's get moving. Rich, Miranda, the last of Bea's costume needs to be put on. She's holding it in her hands. It's going in her ass but it will take some work to get it in there. You're both here to help prep her for it." He glanced at Bea and smiled a bit, seeing the flush spread across her face. "She's nervous about wearing it all night long. As you are both managers, I'm hoping you'll do your best to help one of your bosses be as comfortable as possible tonight." Both nodded swiftly to him, and he nodded back, all while holding Bea's gaze. "Good. Then Rich? Please guide Bea over the arm of the couch and get her ass nice and wet. Miranda, come here. Get my cock nice and wet." Rich and Miranda stood in stunned silence for a moment, before Rich took action. With a firm grip to Bea's wrist, he pulled her over the couch and watched as her bare ass came into view beneath the black and yellow tutu that completed her outfit. He let out a soft groan at the site of her: round firm cheeks spread open a bit, her heeled feet holding firm to the floor in a wide stance, her hands reaching back to press to her ass, easing it open, urging him to begin. He dropped to his knees behind her and immediately started, his tongue driving right into her tight backside. Keeper stood to the side of them, watching Bea's face as Rich devoured her ass, kissing licking nibbling at it. Miranda took to the floor in front of Keeper and had his leathers open in no time. His hand fisted into her blonde hair and his cock pushed into her open mouth, forcing her to take his thick hard length quickly. Bea smirked as she heard her gag loudly; there was no love lost between the two women. They respected each others' positions in the club and actually worked rather well together. Miranda had made it known a few years ago she didn't think Bea deserved Keeper and instead he should be with her. Keeper's eyes darkened as his cock dropped down her spasming throat, holding it there until the last moment before he allowed her to breathe. Within just a few minutes, both Bea and Keeper were panting, the scent of their desire filling the room. Rich tugged at his erection pushing against his tight leathers, wanting desperately to release it but not daring to until Keeper said to. Miranda was almost frantic from the hard mouth fucking Keeper was administering and finally he pushed her off, his fist taking the place of her wet mouth. "Bea, over here now," he commanded as he dropped into his chair. Rich held out his hand to Bea to help her up and over the few feet to Keeper. He sat back on his heels, only to get up quickly as Keeper gestured him over. "Ass on my cock, right the fuck now Bea," he growled at her. She growled back at him, glancing just for a moment at the stunned Miranda, who stood wide-eyed and seething that she was being left out. Keeper's hands pushed to Bea's waist as she eased down and gripped tight, letting her be the one to decide how fast she'd take him in. His thick head slid in, the path slickened by Rich's tongue. She gasped and groaned the entire way down his length, whimpering as her cheeks met his body. "Fuck," Keeper grunted, as he did every single time she took him deep into her tight ass. Her body in constant motion, wriggling on top of him, he smelled her wetness emanating from her spread pussy. "Rich, your mouth on her now. She cums when I cum, not a moment before." Rich pushed forward, his hands pushing to her thighs, his tongue lapping up her slit to roll over her swollen twitching clit. The mere action made her cry out, "Need to fuck, now, I need to fuck your cock!" Keeper growled his assent and his hands tightened on his waist, helping her ease up and down and take his entire length every time she dropped. He wished he'd thought to do this before she got dressed so he could access her tits but chuckled at himself, realizing he wouldn't last much longer. Rich's tongue was working Bea into a frenzy and he swore he could feel her cunt twitching along his cock through her ass. He grunted in effort and started thrusting harder, faster, taking control of her ride. Rich latched onto her clit with his pursed lips and tormented her clit, as he had learned to do expertly over the three days he spent with them. She screamed out, begging him to cum and he agreed, almost immediately, signalling her own allowed orgasm. Miranda stood in awe, no longer angry, but completely drenched and in need. She knew better, though, than to even touch herself in Keeper's presence, right at this moment. She shifted from one heel to the other, watching the pair convulse together, moaning under her breath as she watched Bea's hand grip into Rich's hair to keep his mouth in place as she rolled into multiple orgasms, utterly soaking his face. She shook her head a bit, hearing Keeper call her name. "Miranda! Snap out of it. Go to the desk and get the lube. Drench that plug and bring it over here." Her eyes narrowed for a moment, believing he meant to give her permission to plug her up for the night. She quickly complied though, completing her task and standing at attention while the three disentangled themselves. Keeper guided Bea into the chair, onto all fours with her ass pushing up into the air. Miranda bit her lip at the site of her ass: deep pink, cum smeared, straining to close. She stepped forward but stopped as she felt Keeper's hand on her shoulder. "I don't think so," he frowned at her, taking the stinger from her hands. He guided it right towards Bea's cum-filled ass and slid it in, the final inch eliciting a loud cry from Bea, both from the size of it and the pressure in her freshly fucked ass. Rich rubbed a soothing hand over her cheeks, whispering to her as Keeper took Miranda aside. "Keep up the attitude Miranda and you'll be out of the best job you've ever had. She's here to stay and the sooner you truly respect that decision, the better it will be for all of us. Got it?" She nodded quickly, her arms crossing in front of her. Keeper sighed gently, "I don't think you do. Rich, come here, I'll take care of Bea. Miranda, lick Rich's face clean. Every single motherfucking drop. And when you're done, don't drink a damn thing for an hour. And you will not cum tonight until I give you permission. If you will not comply, pack your things and go. I'm done." He turned away and turned to Rich, whispering in his ear before he left Rich and Miranda on their own. He didn't watch as she started to lap at Rich's wet face, knowing she'd have left by now if she wasn't going to. His attention was now all his Bea, who remained in the chair. Hive His fingers slid down the curve of her cheek, before settling on the length of the stinger. He gave it a very gentle tug, his eyes flicking to her turned face as she let out a soft squeak. Without a word, he held out his hand to her, waiting patiently until she took it. Every movement made her nervous, the plug shifting constantly, tormenting her as she finally stood before him. His hands traveled down the length of her costume, adjusting it until it was perfect again. She stood still, except for the muscles in her ass gripping and twitching around the plug. He brought over her wings from his desk and helped her put them on, a small pair that completed her outfit perfectly. While behind her, he smoothed out her skirt and adjusted it around the stinger before making his way in front of her, several feet away. "Come here," he commanded, but gently, softly. She took a slow deep breath and willed herself to relax, every part of her. She slid her foot forward and closed her eyes, feeling the shift of the plug, trembling as she anticipated it slipping. It didn't. Her eyes opened as she took the next and then several more until she reached him. He dropped a kiss to her forehead and turned her around. "Now back." She complied, this time more confident and picked up the pace a bit. He groaned as he watched her, realizing the stinger was affecting her a few ways. Once her confidence kicked in, she owned that stinger. Her hips twitched with each stepped, and the stinger swished back and forth. The sensation of it inside her, in her tight ass that was his alone, would keep her on edge for the entire night. And the fact that his cum was trapped in there too, well the mere thought of it alone made them both mad with desire. Once she reached the desk, she turned on her high heel and faced him. "I'm sorry, Sir," she announced. His brows rose but kept his mouth shut, waiting for her explanation. "I know I was a ...brat," she swallowed, hating that word, hating being called that, and hating that she had acted like one, "...when you first decided I'd wear this. So, I'm sorry and thank you and let's get out there before I totally lose my nerve!" He laughed and went to her, pulling her in tight. His mouth met hers for a hard, hot, deep kiss, and within moments, they were breathless and grinding into each other. His fingers slid to her the nipples beneath the sheer material and tugged on them, rolling them as he spoke, "Tonight is all about fun, baby, remember that. Everyone will admire your ability to wear the stinger and no doubt, most of them will be jealous. Remember, we'll have a lot of guests so I can't be with you most of the night so I've enlisted Rich to be your main drone to ensure all is stays safe and fun for you. Rely on him as you would me, ok?" He grinned at the inquisitive look on her face. "Yeah, he'll be rewarded quite well later on. Oh, and by the way, you have a 4 drink limit. Don't look at me like that, both the special drinks will be mixed strong tonight. No more than 2 before 11, got it? I need you alert at 11. You'll see." He grinned at her, kissing her frowning brows. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand and led her out, proud that even in the short time she picked up the pace of her walk into the club. The DJ, DJ Hornet for the evening, already had the crowd going and it was only 9 PM. They paused for a moment just outside the office to admire the decorations, all of the costumes, and the size of the crowd before weaving their way through it to start greeting their guests. Just as he knew, everyone was in awe of her costume, some even of his, though he wore only a simple outfit of leather pants, boots, and a dark fitted button down silk shirt. A few asked for the name of the one who made the stinger and he promised to give the info later on. He glanced behind him, nodding at Rich and another of the drones who took up behind them to ensure enough space was given behind them so the stinger wasn't jostled too much. He took a quick look around, ensuring all the drones and worker bees were where they should be, dispersed throughout the crowd, offering up their services as requested. The servers were scurrying around, their trays full of drinks and snacks and empties all over the place. He kissed Bea's hand and directed her to mingle, gesturing towards Rich to get her one of the special drinks for the night, the Honey Bee, a potent concoction of dark rum, honey, and lemon juice. He checked in with the bartenders at both bars, ensuring they were keeping stock of everything. The DJ had music queued up for hours and was doing a great job with requests and keeping the energy flowing. Keeper went over the timing of the short ceremony he had planned at 11 and left happy, knowing it was all set. He glanced around, looking for Miranda, needing to get one final piece of information from her. He stopped one of the worker bees to ask her and she gestured to the back room behind the bar, smirking at him. He wandered back, curious. The room was almost full, all tables occupied. He spotted Bobby, one of his best friends, in the back corner, head resting back against the high booth. Keeper made his way over and slapped him on the shoulder, greeting him. "Hey man, what're you doing way back here?" He glanced down and saw why immediately. A blond head bobbed up and down in his lap and Bobby looked up at him with his typical shit-eating grin. Keeper chuckled, "She one of mine?" Bobby nodded, "Yeah, Miranda." Keeper let out a loud laugh and reached down, tugging at the back of her hair to pull her off for a moment. Miranda's mouth popped off loudly and she looked at him, her tongue rolling against her swollen lips. "When you're done here, find me. I need the final numbers. Take care of my boy here, in fact, take care of him all night. Besides running this party, he is your priority, got it?" Without waiting for an answer, he pushed her back down and Bobby let out a loud groan. "Wait, dude, I don't need to hog her all night..." Keeper shook his head at him and leaned down to whisper in his ear, "She's been a pain in my ass for too long and tonight she's learning her place. Do me a favor, edge her all fucking night and no matter how much she begs, don't let her cum. Do what you want with her, within reason. I'll find you near 11 to help me out with something ok? Til then...enjoy." He smirked at him and wandered off through the crowd. The next couple of hours flew by. During it, he roamed around, catching glimpses of Bea doing the same, pausing to visit with friends and some of the more generous members. Once he watched as she writhed in the lap of one of the males of the highest contributors to the event. Apparently, she took the bet from him that she wouldn't be able to make him cum without actually touching his cock. Within moments, she had him pinned in the chair, her bare cunt working up and down the rough crotch of his jeans, his hands held tight behind him by Rich. Keeper watched as her ass bounced up and down, the stinger swinging in an enticing motion, her moans and cries filling the air, along with the familiar scent of her arousal. It didn't take long before the constant rubbing and pressure, the increased volume of her near screams and the soaked crotch of jeans all became too much for him and he released in his pants. This made Bea insane with lust and her own orgasm erupted a moment later, absolutely drenching them both with her juices. Keeper chuckled as he heard his male owner comment that he was in for a month of hell to make up for cumming without permission. He reached down to adjust his hard shaft in his leathers, realizing his participation in the night's events was long overdue. He grinned at Bea as she stepped away, and she blew him a kiss, watching as he made his way over to three of the worker bees, gathered nearby. He guided them over to the wide table and gestured them all to lie back. Their training kicked in and all three spread wide and gripped tight to their knees, exposing themselves completely to the crowd. It was obvious all three were pretty buzzed from the drinks, having indulged in a few of both of the two featured ones, the Bee's Knees, and the Honey Bee. To stop their giggling, he stood in front of all three and started landing spanks, at first gentle, to their sticky wet cunts. The first few had them crying out in surprised laughter but they soon changed to quiet cries, as they increased in intensity and speed. Soon, he had them begging and screaming, their wet flesh having turned bright red and stinging worse with each rough blow. He growled under his breath as he stopped and tugged open his pants. Without warning, he drove into the one in the center, his hands following suit into the ones to the side. He was unforgiving in his onslaught, 3 fingers buried in the side cunts, his thumb grinding over their punished clits, and he rammed hard and deep into the center girl at the same speed, making sure to grind into her each time he bottomed out. They each knew better than to cum before he did but all three were struggling within a few minutes to hold back. The one to his left was having the most trouble, writhing and begging him over and over to let her cum. Her pleas only served to push him to make her, adding a fourth finger and working her clit faster. The poor girl never had a chance. It took only a few seconds before she tumbled into a series of orgasms that impressed most of the crowd. Her juices drenched his arm and even some of the bystanders. Bea growled her disapproval to her inability to control herself, knowing she'd have to come up with a new training schedule for this one, if she chose to keep her job here. Rich skimmed his hands down her arms from behind, nuzzling at her neck to calm her down a bit. His right hand crept up her skirt and began to pet her recently used pussy while they continued to watch. She leaned back into him, easing her thighs apart for him and groaned out, catching the attention of her Keeper. He kept his eyes on her as he continued driving into the slut laid out before him, his hand having withdrawn from the one who came, gesturing at her to drop to her knees. She did so immediately, her head bowed as she tried to control her sobs. He kept his eyes on Bea as his thrusts grew harder and faster; watching him made Bea even hotter, which spurned Rich on to increase the speed of his fingers on her clit. He pushed forward against her plugged rump, grinding into her, forcing the toy in deeper as he tugged and pinched her clit, both of them watching Keeper fuck the girls. The rest of the crowd tuned in immediately what was happening and it didn't take long for many of them to join in, in their own small circles. The DJ eased the volume down on the music, but kept the bass going, the mass of sweating fucking bodies seeming to stay in rhythm. Keeper glanced over at the DJ who was tapping at his watch, indicating it was 11. He knew what had to happen and he held up five fingers, asking for the few minutes to do what he needed to. "OK ladies," he whispered to them, "You've done great. 10 seconds more, on 1, both of you cum." He slowed his thrusts, still driving deep, as he slowly counted his way down and the moment the number left his lips, the women came so loud it seemed to send a ripple through the crowd. A chorus of orgasming people sounded off behind him and he slid back and out, his fingers taking the place of his cock to bring the girl off again, both of them many times until he was satisfied. He gestured at the disobedient kneeling slut to lick him clean, instructing her to make sure he was dripping wet by the time she was done. He watched as Bea quivered against Rich, who didn't let her cum, his fingers instead pushed into her sucking mouth. He waved them closer and his hand fisted into the hair of the girl at his cock, pulling her back while he spoke. "Forgive my interruption of the festivities, everyone, I just want to take a moment to thank you all for making tonight such an incredible success. We raised over $100,000 for our charity! Who knew all you perverts were such a generous bunch?" The crowd laughed and he continued on, "That said, I also need to thank Rich and Miranda for helping organize so much, from the drinks and food, to the decorations, the invitations, so much I can't even name it all. Miranda, cum already!" Her immediate grateful scream from the back of the room signaled her obedience and Keeper exclaimed, "Finally, she's learning to listen!" Bea bit her lip against her smile, trying to keep from laughing like an idiot during his speech. He smirked at her and said, "And finally, a big thank you to my Bea, Queen Bea to the rest of you. Without her idea, this would have never happened. She worked hard, more than most of you know, to make this night a success, for the club, for me, and for herself. This, my dear, is for you." He nodded at the DJ, who started up a new song. Within the first few notes, she recognized it as Lorde "Royals", a new mix the DJ did especially for the night. Her face lit up, knowing the words well to the song and he chuckled at her. He leaned in, his hand on her neck, tugging her towards him so he could whisper, "It's time, baby, let go of that fear. I'm right here with you." Her eyes widened at him, and her head started to shake slowly. He stilled it with that look he gave her, the one she took most seriously. He turned her to face Rich, who stood watching her, his hand tugging at his thick cock, his need to cum more than obvious. He leaned back against the table and Keeper pressed her forward, "On his cock, now. Don't worry, I'll be right behind you." He chuckled at the look on her face as her head whipped around to glare at him, before she turned back Rich. Rich's hands slid down her thighs and he helped her up easily, the muscles in his arms as he guided her up onto his cock. They both let out a series of groans as each inch disappeared inside her. The beat of the song soon set their rhythm and of everyone around them as the orgiastic frenzy started up again. Keeper gave them a minute together, his hand having guided the girl back to his cock to get it wet again. His free hand started to tug at the stinger, twisting it back and forth to prep her for its removal. "Oh fuck," she cried out, as he slowly started to remove it. He knew she must be sore from it so he took his time, knowing that there was going to be no easy way. She felt every millimeter of it, stretching her as each ridge passed through her stretched anus. It seemed to go on and on before it finally was pulled free. "Oh thank you!" she wailed out, her body starting to bounce faster as she rode Rich. Keeper pulled the girl off his cock and shoved the sticky plug right into the girl's waiting mouth. He glared at her as she started to protest, then ignored her the moment she stopped. The next instant, his cock found her stretched entrance and slowly, but firmly, drove right into her bouncing tush. She cried out, her face flushing and she tried to bury it against Rich but he tugged back on her thick hair, forcing her to look at the faces of the admiring crowd as she took both men deep inside her. "Fuck yourself, fuck us both, now my whore, my slut!" He grunted out the words with effort, the tightness of her ass overwhelming him, letting her set the pace for a few minutes. Finally, he leaned in, his hand on the edge of the table and he took over, driving in deep and hard. He could sense Bea about to lose control and he sped up the pace, reveling in the sounds of her pleading screams as she took them both at once. That was it for him; he slammed into her and let out a loud roar as he came, which set off not only Bea and Rich's orgasms, but the rest of the crowd around them. He pulled her head back to meet her mouth with his as the three rode out the rest of their pleasure together, the admiring crowd mimicking them, their Queen Bea and her Keeper.