3 comments/ 14286 views/ 2 favorites Perfect Match By: Microwave0ven Vanessa smiled mischievously, sprawled sexily on the cool clean white covers of her bed. She picked up the cordless phone and dialed his number, knowing that he would likely be asleep. This would be a good test for him. The phone rang and rang and rang again. Then, he picked up. His irritated, sleep befuddled voice came across the headset, "What the HELL do you want at 4 in the morning?! Call back later!!" The phone clicked immediately as if he'd slammed the receiver down. Unfazed, she took out a black notebook and made a small mark in it. Then, she phoned again. - He'd been roused from a deep sleep by the shrill ring of the phone beside the bed. He answered the phone, then turned over to go back to sleep. Not even half a minute later, the phone rang again. He groaned and reached for the phone again. With a theatrical sigh, he growled, "I SAID call back in the morning!" He was about to put the phone down again, but something made him pause a moment, then ask, "Who is this anyway?" To his profound dismay, a silky sweet female voice answered him, "Mark dear, you need to learn some manners when answering the phone. Come to my place tomorrow evening at 6 pm. I have guests over, and you will be part of the entertainment." Mark gulped and replied in a near-whisper, "But I have plans and..." "If you have plans, cancel them. I'm only having this party once," she cut him off smoothly." And that's a second mark by your name. Be at the back door in your usual attire." "Who is coming to the party?" asked Mark in a worried tone of voice. He was intensely shy about this part of his life and he never talked about it much to friends or family. Vanessa's voice snapped, "My friends. It's no concern of yours. Your job is to serve and obey. That's another mark for questioning my choice of friends. Anything else you'd care to add?" she asked sarcastically. At his silence, she finished, "I'll see you tomorrow then. 6 pm sharp!" Defeated, Mark hung his head. "Yes, mistress." He gently laid the phone back on its cradle. Why did he always have to talk before he thought things through? Now his plans for the night would have to be changed. He'd call Bryan in the morning. Tomorrow, he wouldn't get much sleep for sure; he might as well get some sleep now. - She sat back and looked with disappointment at the three marks by her boy's name. He'd been doing so well this past week, not a single mark, until now. She placed the notebook on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow would be a long and interesting day. - She woke up a few hours later after a refreshing catnap. The first thing she did was dial her good friend Master Bryan's number. "Good morning, Bryan!" She greeted him when he picked up. "Hey cupcake!" he responded in his usual good humor. She could hear the smile in his voice. "What's up, darling?" Vanessa laughed at his teasing tone, knowing he didn't mean anything he said, "I'm having a party tonight, big guy, you have the time to come?" she tempted. He sighed audibly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've got a date tonight with a guy I met at the gym and who also goes to the club near my place," he excused himself. "I noticed him always looking at me, so we've chatted a bit and he's a nice guy." "And...?" Vanessa knew there was more to it if Bryan was going on a date with the guy. "He's pretty cute, brown hair, green eyes, about a head shorter than me... and I think he might be a sub," admitted Bryan. "I hope to get him introduced to this later on." Something nagged at the edge of Vanessa's mind but she couldn't put her finger on it. Bryan was pretty tall and the description sounded almost like... "What's his name?" "Mark. He's kinda youngish, but -" Bryan broke off. "Hang on; I've got an incoming call. I'll be back in a minute, putting you on hold." Mark was the guy's name. Vanessa's mind clicked the pieces together. If her idea was right, she had a pretty good picture of who was calling Bryan right now. She busied herself cleaning up her room while the phone played soft jazz interspersed with the 'on hold' message. A few minutes later, Bryan's voice came through again. "Hello? You still there, Cupcake?" He sounded a bit less bright and happy than he had sounded when she first called him. "Of course I'm still here, silly! Where would I go?" she replied. "So what were we talking about again?" He laughed a little. "Your party, I believe it was. Well, my plans have changed for tonight," he replied ruefully. "If your invitation's still open, I can come." Vanessa giggled. "For you, the invitation's definitely still open! Come at 7, we'll have snacks, drinks, girls and a bit of entertainment that I think you'll be happy to take part in." "The girls, I'm not so interested in, but the snacks, drinks and entertainment sound fine to me!" returned Bryan. "So I'll see you at 7 pm then!" They both hung up. Mistress Vanessa whistled cheerfully as she started preparing for the evening's party. She reviewed Mark's completed activity checklist for what he would and would not consider doing and smiled when she found what she was looking for marked as 'willing to try'. - Mark gulped as he dialed Bryan's number. He really didn't want to cancel but he had to. He nervously licked his lips waiting for Bryan to pick up. After a couple of nerve-wracking rings, Bryan picked up and his warm reassuring voice was heard, "Hello, this is Bryan speaking." "Hey Bryan? This is Mark." "Oh, Mark! How are things going for you? Is tonight still a go?" Mark wondered how Bryan had guessed the reason for his call and blushed, thinking about their original plans for the night. "Ah, that's why I called you, actually. Something came up unexpectedly... so I can't make it." Bryan didn't say anything for a long moment and Mark was just getting nervous again when he finally spoke. "That's too bad. I was really looking forward to tonight. There'll be other times though, I'm sure." Mark sighed in relief, he wasn't mad. "Yeah..." he trailed off a bit, "Maybe we could definitely arrange something later. I'm really sorry for letting you know so late, but it just came up, you know..." "It's okay, things happen," replied Bryan dismissively with a bit of disappointment. "I'll see you later then, maybe at the gym or the club or something." "Alright, tomorrow, perhaps." Mark hoped that tomorrow he wouldn't be too sore from his lessons tonight. "Later!" With regret, he ended the call and got ready to go to work. Preparing ahead of time for the night since he wouldn't have much time after work, he carefully showered and shaved his entire body. He also inserted a small butt plug and slid on a cock ring, knowing she would want him completely needy for the evening's entertainment. Thus attired, he donned his clothes and headed off to a long, uncomfortable day at the office. - At exactly five minutes to six, the doorbell rang a single note. Vanessa heard it but busied herself with last minute cleaning and snack preparation. She left him waiting for another ten minutes before going to open the door. Mark knelt on the path before the stairs to the house, naked except for a choke chain style collar and his cock ring, in the classic position with his hands lying palm-up on his knees, keeping his head up and his eyes down. She descended the stairs gracefully and stopped in front of him. With a relieved smile at her appearance, Mark bent to kiss each of her feet carefully before straightening to resume his earlier position. "Give me your hands." Vanessa ordered. She fastened leather cuffs to each of his wrists then gave a light tug to his collar, saying, "Come on." She waited for him to get his balance after standing up and led him into the house. Vanessa brought him down into the basement that she had recently refurbished into a dungeon play-room. She was pleased at Mark's visible surprise at how the room looked. It was definitely well-equipped and very different from the bare concrete-walled room he had seen on his first visit a few weeks ago. "Well, you sure seem to be excited," she commented with a smile, reaching down to fondle his hard cock. "Or are you looking forward to your punishment tonight?" She caught his startled glance and nodded. "Yes, you're being punished -and- rewarded tonight for your actions over the past week. My friends will administer the punishment and the reward. Don't worry, I'll be watching." He dropped his gaze and she let the topic go. "And this is where you'll be staying for the majority of the evening," she said as they came to the far side of the room where an odd contraption stood. It was a pair many-jointed metal poles with rings welded to them. The poles went from the floor to the ceiling, firmly locked at the base and the top and they were set about three feet apart from each other. - Mark looked around the new dungeon in awe. In his first visit to Mistress Vanessa's, he knew she just trained slaves part-time, so that they would be used to the lifestyle when they found a permanent master or mistress. This was what he'd been looking for, and he'd agreed to meet her at her house. He remembered being distinctly disappointed in the lack of sinister grandeur her basement-cum-dungeon had. Since that first visit though, they had always scened in the living room at night or in another part of her large house and he hadn't thought to ask why not in the basement. She tugged him into position and fastened him to the poles. Leather cuffs each of his ankles to the lowest rings on the poles with a chain, spreading his legs just a bit wider than shoulder-width apart. His forearms were laid flat against the cool metal of each respective pole and his wrist-cuffs attached to the rings, forcing his arms up at a 90 degree angle. Mistress Vanessa stepped in front of him again, trailing her fingers across his baby-smooth chest, watching his eyes avidly follow her fingers. "Now, my guests are arriving soon, but first, we have something to do." He wondered what she was talking about. She walked over to one of the walls and opened one of the wooden chests. Mark had the opportunity to take a good look at her outfit - a pair of tight black leather pants and a red corset trimmed with black that accentuated her curves. Her long brown hair was left hanging loose and swayed from side to side in a matching rhythm with her shapely hips. She came back with a leather hood, a pair of specially designed earplugs and a gag. "We'll just put these on..." she said. She fitted the earplugs into his ears and made sure he couldn't hear anything through them. Then she picked up a corresponding headset and fiddled with it for a moment before speaking into the microphone. "Can you hear me?" There was a buzz of static, then her voice spoke into his ears. Mark nodded. She said something else, but the microphone was off, and he couldn't hear anything. "Good." she said into the microphone. The leather hood with the built-in padded blindfold went over his head and was fastened snugly with a series of buckles. All light was cut off and Mark couldn't see a thing. Then lastly, an O-ring gag was strapped into his mouth. Mark stayed still, waiting for what would happen next. "Ah!" she exclaimed into the microphone, "I nearly forgot! Raise your head." She locked a stiff leather posture collar around his neck. She let her hand linger and he eagerly tried to nuzzle her hand. All too soon, she took her hand away. "Alright, you're set now. My friends are coming soon, so be good." Mark felt the rush of air as she left the dungeon and closed the door. He was left alone in his helplessness. - The doorbell rang and Mistress Vanessa left her hooded boy in the basement. She switched off her microphone and answered the door. Peeking through the peephole, she found that some of her guests had arrived - two of her girlfriends. "Hey, come on in!" she invited, ever the gracious host. "Can I get you anything to drink? Make yourselves at home." Carrying glasses of cold lemonade, they went to the richly furnished living room to talk. "Wow, Vanessa, where did you get that corset from? I've been looking for one like that forever!" Tania gushed, looking enviously at her. She swished her silky blue scarf over her shoulder as she plopped down on the couch opposite to her host. Mary set down her drink on the glass coffee table and stalked around, looking at the photos on the wall of the living room while the other two discussed where best to shop for accessories. She stopped at the big screen television, watching with interest. It was tuned in to a monitor showing the basement where a very still figure was bound. She watched intently for a few minutes, half-listening to Tania's chatter, but the bound figure did not move. He could well have been a statue. "Is that him?" she asked, interrupting them. Tania looked over, just noticing the huge TV. Her jaw dropped in amazement "Oh! Wow, that's a big TV!" She examined the screen more carefully. "Is that the new boy you said you've been training?" "Yep, that's him." Vanessa answered, pleased at their reaction to the monitoring system. "I've been teaching him for a few weeks now. I was going to ask you guys, and our other guest to help me with his week's punishments." "What are his limits? When can we start?" Mary asked. Her eyes glinted with the anticipation of seeing that pale flesh reddening under the sting of the some instrument of torment and hearing his cries of pain. Vanessa teased, "Aren't you going to ask who else is coming? Calm down, girls! My boy is in the basement, downstairs, and he's all ready. We have another guest coming in about an hour, but..." She glanced at the grandfather clock. Bryan was running a bit late - held up in traffic, perhaps. "I'm sure we can go ahead and get started. I'll just leave him a note. Let's go!" The other two ladies grinned and hurried down the stairs, a little playful pushing and shoving in their haste to be the first to get down the stairs. Vanessa laughed and took her time, bringing down some snacks as well. She taped a note on the door for Bryan - 'You know where the key is, come on in. Basement.' - and signed it with a flourish. - Mark could sense someone was in the room even though he was blindfolded because the air currents tickled him. Involuntarily, he jumped when a sharp slap landed on his buttocks. The gag prevented him from talking, but inarticulate yells worked well enough too. He automatically tensed up, not knowing what direction the next blow would come from. "You will receive twenty slaps, twenty strokes of the crop and twenty strokes of the cane, for the three marks I have by your name," came Mistress Vanessa's voice. "My guests will administer the slaps and the crop, but I will give you your cane strokes. Later tonight, you will also have a surprise. Beginning now." Behind the mask, Mark squeezed his eyes shut tighter, almost glad that he had the mask on, so they would not see him, whoever the guests were. This was embarrassing, being spanked like this, and he couldn't even flinch away from the blows. The cane was going to be painful too. He'd experienced it once, three strokes, and it was definitely not pleasant. Terrifyingly painful, actually. He wanted to get his mind off the caning ahead, so he counted in his mind as the slaps rained down on his buttocks, sometimes harder, sometimes lighter. He was trying hard not to make any noise, to bear his punishment bravely, but couldn't help letting out a few whimpers and grunts when his tormentor hit some sensitive spots he wasn't expecting. There was a break, and he figured that the first part of the punishment was over. Sure enough, the next thing he felt was a slight swish of air as if a crop were being tested out. The crop landed across the tender inner thighs. He couldn't help but wince and brace himself for the next blow. The next strokes all worked over his inner thighs, leaving a stinging trail. The stinging sensation faded as blood rushed to the area, leaving him feeling quite warm. A hand suddenly was gripping his chin while other hands stroked and prodded his body. Mistress Vanessa's voice, slightly distorted from the microphone, whispered into his ear, "You seem to be quite warmed up already. You have a choice, either twenty with the cane, or five with the cane and twenty-five with the flogger." She unbuckled the posture collar to give him more freedom in movement. "Nod if you want twenty with the cane, shake your head if you want the other." It was no contest - Mark shook his head. The static buzz disappeared from the earplugs, and he felt her step away. The cane landed with a sharp slash of burning pain across his buttocks and he drew in his breath sharply to keep from screaming. The cane descended four more times. He couldn't stop from screaming each subsequent time the cane snapped down on tender flesh, leaving harsh, burning welts in its wake. He was given a few minutes to recover, then the thin strands of the flogger were sent dancing over his bare chest. Mark flinched involuntarily as his nipples were struck by the flogger and gasped under his breath. When his punishment was over, he was breathing hard and spittle was leaking out of his mouth. He could feel his rock-hard erection bobbing with his every movement while he swayed, reeling from the sudden halt of all sensations. His body glowed with heat and he thought he could distinctly feel each and every welt left by the crop and the cane. "Good boy. I'm proud of you," said Mistress Vanessa. Someone pressed themselves up against his side, gently stroking his reddened chest with one hand and someone else was cupping and squeezing his balls tightly. Another person gently wiped the drool from his chin, "Now, we have one last event planned for the night," she announced. "But, you'll have to wait." - Mistresses Tania and Mary walked around his slumped form, examining him from every angle. Under the lights, his skin gleamed with a slight sheen of sweat that covered him from head to toe. The angry red marks that were left by the cane criss-crossed his buttocks like an artist's abstract artwork on a canvas. He trembled and his muscles clenched as Mistress Mary smoothed her hand around the curve of his bum and gave a little squeeze. She smiled at that, pleased with his reaction. She raked her nails along his inner thigh, watching as his cock jerked and he gasped with the sensation. He shifted and his cuffs jingled as he tensed up. Tania pressed herself up against his side, stroking his chest with gentle fingers and caressing his shoulders and his head. She giggled as he rolled his head back as far as he could to press his head into her hand. "Isn't he adorable?" she squealed at Vanessa who'd just returned with a towel. "I'll take that for you," she offered, taking the towel from her, noticing what she wanted to use the towel for, and dabbing the drool away from the young man's lips. Vanessa nodded to her girlfriends who continued their teasing ministrations to Mark's body. "So, you've seen him and tested him now. What do you think of him?" she asked them. She surreptitiously glanced at her watch - it was nearly 7, Bryan was should be arriving soon. Mary tossed her hair arrogantly, the flaming red of her hair complementing the black leather harness she was wearing. She loved to hear and see her toys whimper and cringe. "He's a bit too stoic, in my opinion." she stated baldly, "I don't really like him." To emphasize her statement, she pinched and twisted his nipples. Mark let out a gasp and squirmed, but didn't make much of a sound otherwise. The other woman, Tania, cut in, "Well, I think he's taking his punishment bravely. I rather like the way he yelps." She took off her sky-blue silk scarf and let it slide around his waist. The sheer material whispered and she smiled as he tried to arch back against it. "Mmm, he seems to like this." She smiled again, moving closer to him so that she was pressed tantalizingly up against his back. "He's not my type exactly, but I don't mind giving him another try sometime." Perfect Match "That's alright, girls. I have a backup plan." Vanessa grinned. "And the backup plan should be arriving soon." She silenced their questions with an imperious wave and an impish smile. "Patience, he's coming. My boy's not the only one who has to wait." - Bryan arrived a few minutes after seven, parked his bike, and let himself in. He took off his black leather jacket and dropped it carelessly on a couch in the living room before picking up a drink from the kitchen. The house was warm, as Vanessa usually kept the house at near-body temperatures. Bryan finished off his water, rinsed the glass and left it on the counter to dry. He stripped off his shirt and smoothed the slight wrinkles out of his tight leather pants, then headed down the stairs to the basement. The huge wooden door was heaved shut so he rapped sharply on the door and opened it. - She heard the door open and wasn't surprised a bit when Bryan cheerfully greeted her, "Cupcake!" and swept her up off her feet from behind for a bear hug. "Bryan!" she greeted him enthusiastically as well, squeezing him tightly and turning her head to one side to receive his kiss on her cheek. "You're late!" She grinned up at him when he finally released her. "I thought you'd be on time for the entertainment, at least!" He laughed and took a look at his surroundings. "Oh ho! So this is the entertainment!" he exclaimed cheerfully, his eyes coming to rest on Mark's hooded form with the two women draped over him. "And who are these lovely ladies?" Vanessa led him over to them and introduced, "Bryan, here are Mistresses Mary and Tania, Mary and Tania, this is Master Bryan." The women let their hands linger on the bound boy a bit longer, then turned to greet the newcomer with a chorus of 'hello's. Bryan gave each lady a brilliant heart-melting smile, a light hug and a peck on the cheek. "Pleased to meet you," he said. "Hope you're enjoying yourselves, ladies?" They replied that they were, and Vanessa laughed. "They don't quite like my new boy, but I thought that maybe you might. I know you've been looking for the right one for quite some time." Bryan raised an eyebrow at her but she ignored him and continued, "So, I invited you too!" "So I'm part of the entertainment tonight then, is that it?" Bryan pretended to be insulted. Mistress Tania giggled and Mary smirked at him. Vanessa smacked him playfully on the arm, and he relaxed. He gave a theatrical sigh. "Well, I certainly don't mind, with a delicious-looking morsel like this available." He rested a hand on Mark's shoulder. "Go ahead, sit down for the show." "I was hoping you'd feel like it!" Vanessa beamed at him and threw her arms around him for a quick hug. "I know you'll enjoy him." She joined the other girls at the couches with snacks and fruit punch to watch. - Bryan stepped back and took his hand off Mark's shoulder and he tilted his head a little, seeming to try to figure out which direction Bryan had gone. He took another, more critical look at the boy before him. Lean, strong-looking leg muscles, clenched with the effort of keeping him upright and still. He had a cute butt decorated with red welts that stood out in contrast with his pale skin, and a nice sized cock that was already half-hard. After a long while, he raised his eyes above waist-level for further evaluation. Relatively broad shoulders, taut muscles, leather hood covering his eyes and ears, but nose and mouth fitted with an O-ring gag left temptingly exposed. He stepped in close in front of the boy and ran his hands up and down the boy's back, enveloping him with his own powerful arms, pressing him close in a tight embrace. He could feel the young man tensing up. At the same time, he bent his head down for a kiss, taking full advantage of the ring gag. He slipped his hand between their two bodies to stroke the boy's cock, smiling with anticipation as the young man moaned and tried to buck and thrust into his hand. He took his hand away, disregarding the boy's growl of frustration and turned partially around, still laying one arm around his shoulders. "He really is quite a sweet one," he commented to the three voyeurs on the couch. He drifted his touch down from the boy's shoulders to his ass where he could feel the raised welts. He traced them momentarily with his fingertips, then deliberately drug his nails along them and squeezed his victim's ass. He was delighted with the way the way the boy's nostrils flared and he nearly leaped forward with a whimper of surprise and pain. Bryan quickly soothed him by rubbing the small of his back in calming circles. Keeping a hand on the boy so that he would know he was still there, he stepped around to the other side, so he was now behind his victim. He reached around, enjoying the feel of the boy's smooth skin and toyed with his nipples for a moment, just rolling them between his fingers and cruelly pinching them. Bryan liked the way the boy's fists clenched and his body twisted in a frantic attempt to avoid his touch. It was a pity that he hadn't been invited to watch while the ladies punished him. He would have gotten such an erotic charge from it. - Mark wasn't sure what was going on when the tender touch of the two teasers left him, but he waited patiently for what seemed an eternity. He could feel some vibrations and currents around him, but couldn't identify them. Just when he had assumed Mistress Vanessa and her guests had moved on to some other forms of entertainment, a hand touched him on the shoulder. He couldn't say for sure, but the hand seemed rougher and larger than the smooth ivory feel of the more delicate ladies' hands that had been on him before. The hand held him steady but did nothing else for another eternity. He could almost feel the eyes of the unknown person boring into his exposed body while he stood there. Suddenly, the person stepped closer and rubbed up against him. Mark could feel the softness of worn leather against his skin, the master's strong hands roaming his body caressing his back, and even reaching down to cup his aching balls and stroke his cock. The master's kiss was passionate, exploring his mouth with an intensity he had never felt from anyone before. Mark moaned with need as the master broke the kiss and pulled away. He wanted relief so badly, he didn't want to wait. He jumped as cruel fingers suddenly dug into his welted ass, causing little explosions of pain with rough squeezes. Mark panted, gasping breaths, trying to control his body's desire to just collapse from the pain. The master petted him, rubbing his back reassuringly until his breathing returned to normal. The pause was brief and soon he was whimpering and writhing in his bonds once more. His already-tenderized nipples were being twisted and pinched yet again. To Mark's delight, when he arched back, he could feel his tormentor's hard cock rubbing against his buttocks through the leather chaps, as well as hard, rippling abdominal muscles touching his back. The earlier pain completely forgotten, he was totally absorbed in the sensations running through his body. He revelled in the attention he was getting from this stranger who held him so securely in his arms. - Bryan wished he could see the boy's face, get to know him, see the emotions running through his eyes. However, he knew it was one of Vanessa's quirks that the sub-in-training not know which master or mistress was testing them and the same vice-versa. Personally, he thought it was good to protect the privacy of all parties, but just this once, he wished she didn't keep that rule. He kept at what he was doing but asked over his shoulder, "Ness, can I get him on his knees?" Bryan was all business now, no more teasing. - Vanessa broke off her quiet conversation with the other two mistresses and came over. "Of course." She demonstrated how to unclip the arm bindings from the poles. "And we can leave the feet there, the joints of the clips can rotate," she explained. "Where do you want his hands?" "Behind his back," came the terse reply. Vanessa clipped Mark's wrists together behind his back as requested. He jingled his cuffs a little, rolling his shoulders in small circles, then stilled, waiting passively for the next instruction. Going to stand in a quieter corner of the room, she switched the microphone on and spoke, "Good boy, this is part of your reward. I'm proud of you for behaving so well so far." She came back and now put a hand to her boy's shoulders, applying gentle pressure. "Kneel down," she told him. After he'd knelt down, she switched the microphone back off and looked at Bryan questioningly. He nodded, and she excused herself from the room to get something and to bring down a new pitcher of lemonade for the ladies. - As soon as Mistress Vanessa left, Master Bryan replaced his hand on the boy's shoulder. He kneaded the muscles stiff from being held in the same position for so long before he stepped in closer. "Good lad," he said soothingly even though he knew he couldn't hear him. Feeling the boy's muscles relaxing under his touch, he judged it the right time now to begin. Bryan slipped a hand around the back of the boy's head and fumbled to undo the strap that would undo the gag. He had a feeling this would not be a mistake, rather, would improve the experience. Vanessa returned from the kitchen, carrying the little pot he'd requested beforehand. She noticed that he'd removed her boy's gag, but made no comment. She set down the lemonade and handed the little pot to Bryan. - There wasn't much of a shadow of a doubt what he was kneeling for. Mark tried his best to kneel up as straight as possible, keeping his shoulders squared. Inadvertently, his fingers brushed over the cane-marks that felt like they were glowing with heat. He winced - those welts would prevent him from sitting properly for awhile. He moved his arms slightly, trying to help them regain circulation. The master seemed to take notice, because he started to massage his arms, taking it slowly. He also removed the ring gag, giving Mark a chance to stretch out his jaw and relax. Mark licked his lips to wet them and mouthed, hoping that the master would see, "Thank you." The master stopped rubbing when Mark relaxed. He tapped him twice on the shoulder, as if it were a signal for something. Mark didn't know what to expect at all next. A warm, slightly rough hand firmly gripped his jaw, applying pressure to the sides. He obediently opened his mouth as wide as he could, wanting to show that he was willing. He'd been fantasizing about this happening for many years now, and during one of their sessions, he'd told Mistress Vanessa about these fantasies. All that was left now, was to carry through with them. He mentally readied himself to take what was coming. - Smiling as the boy mouthed "Thank you", Bryan dipped his two of his fingers into the golden-amber liquid inside the clear glass pot and trailed his fingers around until they were coated with the thick, sticky liquid. He raised his arm and brought it down sharply several times to let the excess sluice off his hand, back into the pot, then slid his slick fingers directly into the boy's open, waiting mouth. - Behind the blindfold, Mark frowned in surprise at the sweetness covering the fingers inserted into his mouth. He sucked greedily, licking the crack between the two fingers, over the top, swirling his tongue around the fingertips trying to get all the sweetness and leaning forward, looking for more when the master pulled his fingers away. He felt the master's amusement as a steady hand held him off until the fingers came back once more for him to suckle the honey away and explore with his tongue. After a few more repetitions of this, the hand pulled away and this time, didn't return. Instead, something warm and salty-sweet was gradually pushed into Mark's mouth. Mark reflexively sucked and licked the firm flesh in his mouth, careful not to let his teeth touch it. - Cupping one hand around the boy's face, one hand holding the back of his head, Bryan guided his throbbing cock into the boy's gaping mouth. "Ohhhh" he moaned as the hot wetness closed around him. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the scene that the whole night had been building up to. When the boy started licking and keeping a constant suction feeling on his cock, he threw back his head and growled deep and primal. He wanted this boy for his own. Bryan began to pull the boy's head down on his cock and thrust forward in time with the movement of the boy's head. He wanted this. He needed this. - Mark was not surprised when the master gently caressed his head, then began to pump in and out of his mouth. He struggled to breathe for a time, but the master was careful and paused to let him adjust before continuing. Relaxing his throat and making swallowing motions, he was able to take the entire length of the unknown master's member. He knew he was enjoying it and was getting close because suddenly, he began to move faster, harder, more with instinct, with less care than he had shown before. The master paused, a sudden break in the constant movement, and abruptly pulled out of his mouth, leaving him wishing that he would allow him to suck him longer. Mark waited patiently and he felt warm liquid splatter across his chest. - Bryan sighed in relief after he had shot his cum over the boy's chest. He was obviously inexperienced, but his enthusiasm and willingness more than compensated for his lack of expertise. He savoured the feel of the boy's mouth on him, but gathered himself, and moved along quickly with the scene. He hadn't let go of the boy yet, so he moved his hand down to his arm to let him know he was still there, and quietly unlocked him from the pole, leaving the cuffs buckled around his ankles and his wrists cuffed together behind him. Bryan tugged him to his feet and led him slowly across the room to where the ladies were sitting. There was one other couch there that was empty since all the ladies had chosen to sit on the couch facing the poles where Mark had been held. Master Bryan sat down on the couch first, then pulled the uncertain sub down to sit sideways on his lap. - Shifting uncomfortably at the skin-on-skin contact, Mark could feel the master's semi-erect cock rubbing against his ass. He was tense, unsure what was happening, and he sat stiffly where he was told to. After a few moments, he felt the master's arm across his chest, pushing him backwards. Not willing to trust yet, he leaned back slowly, relaxing when his back came into contact with the master's strong arm. The master held him securely with one arm, using his other hand to smooth and rub his cooling and drying cum onto his chest. Mark squirmed with the touches, clamping his mouth tightly shut and muffling his whimpers when the master once again began to pinch and twist his sensitive nipples. He yelped when the master bent down to take his nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and worrying it with his teeth. When he did the same to the other nipple, Mark managed to stay quiet though he wiggled a great deal trying to evade the master's clever mouth. - Bryan smiled as the boy whimpered and moaned while he teased him. He could feel himself getting hard again just playing with the boy. He used the same arm supporting the boy to play with him while his other hand reached down to free the boy's hard cock dripping with precum from the cock-ring confinement. He chose this moment to glance over to the ladies' couch and saw them all watching him intently. "Would you ladies like to come give me a hand here?" he asked with an easy grin, breaking the tension. They all got up and made their way over to the couch where Bryan was. Vanessa stood aside, letting the other two women get closer. Bryan shifted the sub on his lap so that he was sitting farther to his left, his ass more exposed. "Now ladies, would you care to assist me with this." He pinched the sub's nipple and was rewarded by a small squeak. "And this?" He slid his arm down and gave his ass a light pat. "Please....." Bryan wiggled his eyebrows comically at the two ladies who giggled in response and moved to take a 'station' each. - Mark trembled as sharp nails raked their way slowly down his back, then up his spine again, changing tactics to rub his back with gentle strokes and beginning all over again. At the same time, a tentative tongue flicked out against the hard nub of his nipples. A hand encircled his throbbing member and began to stroke him with long, firm strokes. He opened his mouth to gasp but another mouth covered his with a long, deep, tongue-duelling kiss. He couldn't keep the sensations at bay forever, as much as he enjoyed them, and he began to tense his body, trying to prevent the inevitable from happening. His hands, still cuffed behind him, alternately clenched and unclenched while he made little noises of distress deep in his throat. Where was his mistress? He wanted to ask for permission, but he wasn't allowed to talk. He could feel his control spiralling away. Just then, her reassuring voice came over the headset, calming him. "It's fine," she soothed. "I didn't say you couldn't cum." - Master Bryan smiled, overhearing Vanessa in the corner again as she gave her boy instructions. So that was why the boy was all tensed up? He could feel it as the boy released tense muscles and leaned more fully into his shoulder. With the boy relaxing now, Bryan allowed himself to finally do what he'd been wanting to since they started playing, since he'd been satisfied. He wrapped his long fingers around the boy's drooling cock, finally feeling his velvety softness. He stroked him with the most feather-light of touches, up and down his shaft, teasing the sensitive underside and rubbing the pad of his thumb around cockhead, spreading the precum around. Bryan switched hands, bringing his precum covered finger to the boy's sensual lips, letting him eagerly suck his thumb clean of his own juices. Vanessa had said this boy was pretty new, and if that was true, he was learning quickly. Bryan turned to Vanessa and mouthed at her, "I want him." - Vanessa laughed her high, lilting laugh when Bryan mouthed these words at her. She'd been pretty sure that he would be interested. Mark was a nice guy, and he was just the type of boy Mark needed to be able to take care of. Mark had had a few other times where he was exhibited to prospective masters or mistresses and each time, he was so disappointed when the fit wasn't right. This time, she was pretty sure, since they knew each other already, that with a few more sessions, they would likely find they were an excellent match. - Mark whimpered softly as a hand wrapped around his shaft. He needed this so bad, he'd been waiting for so long already all of today, he was beginning to ache. He clamped his mouth shut, trying not to let any more noise escape him as the hand stroked him, alternating speeds and varying the length of the stroke, sometimes twisting just as it reached the tip of his shaft, sending delicious thrills up his spine, electric tingles that brought about a tightening deep in his groin. If it were possible, he felt as if his cock grew even harder as his balls contracted hard, drawing up and spewing liquid heat across the floor. The boy relaxed against Bryan even more than before then, panting with the force of his recent orgasm and trying to catch his breath. Bryan smiled with satisfaction as he did so. He waved the ladies back then, simply rubbing the boy's back and patting him until he could catch his breath again. He looked over to Vanessa and indicated he was finished now. She waited until Mark was breathing normally again before she went over and to them. Perfect Match "Wow, Bry, I didn't know he had it in him." she said lightly. She smiled, reaching over to also pet and reassure her boy, "Good boy, you're doing good. Almost done now." Bryan unclipped the boy's wrists from behind his back. He was eager to see who was this little sub who was so delightfully well behaved for a newbie. Vanessa took on the task of undoing the straps and buckles for the mask around the young man's head. "Dim the lights, would you, please?" he asked one of the other women who were just standing around, watching them. After having spent so much time blindfolded, the boy would likely be very sensitive to the light, and he didn't want the light to hurt his eyes. The lights were dimmed to a lower level and Bryan stood nearby, resting his warm hand on the boy's shoulder and holding his hand possessively while Vanessa undid the last of the straps that held the hood in place. - He could feel the straps being gradually loosened and taken off. The scene was over, and someone was holding his hand. When the leather hood was taken off, the blindfold and earplugs were also removed. He heard a familiar voice saying, "I want him." A warm rush of emotion ran through him when he heard those three simple words. Someone wanted him! Without even seeing him, they wanted him! Then Vanessa took the rest of the mask off. Mark blinked owlishly in the sudden light, squinting to make out the shapes near him. He wanted to see who his tormentors were, who the stranger who wanted him was. - Bryan looked completely shell shocked, to Vanessa's delight. She wished she could have taken a photo of him just then. "Mark?" he repeated incredulously, still looking at the man whose hand he held. "I didn't know you were into this... but why are you..." Mark looked back at him, just about as surprised. He blushed and tried to cover up, forgetting for a moment that he still held Bryan's hand, quickly letting go as if he were touching hot coals. "Bryan?!" he asked in disbelief, looking from his mistress to the man who stood here before him in a sexy leather outfit. Inevitably, he was beginning to get hard again, just looking at him. Bryan recovered first. "That's Master Bryan to you!" he said with a devilish smile. The End. © 2007, MicrowaveOven. All rights reserved. No republication of this material, in any form or medium, is permitted without express permission of the author. Perfect Matches Author's comments: First things first: I offer a silent prayer for our men and women in the armed forces. {You don't have to participate if you don't want to, but don't begrudge or belittle those who do. As the ACLU intentionally misquotes; the Constitution of the United States of America guarantees every citizen freedom "of " religion, not freedom "from" religion. Don't believe this? Read the document for yourself, actually read it... and I mean the words that are written in it, not the ones you personally would like to see there.} Without the selfless sacrifices of our soldiers, sailors, airmen/airwomen (and can't forget the Marines) over the last 228 years, there is a very good chance you might not be reading a word of this, nor would any of the writers here at Literotica—as well as the readership—be able exercise what so many have fought to preserve and died to protect; the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States... the inalienable right to freedom of speech. Think about that; really think about it, long and hard... before you go bombarding my email for going off on a political rant. I also want to wish everyone a Happy and prosperous New Year. Love, Luck, and Lust to you all. Secondly: While I hope everyone enjoys this story, it's written for one very special slut sister here at Literotica, whose name (unless she chooses to reveal it) shall remain strictly confidential. I know, I'm being a bitch again, but to me, privacy is one of those absolute words or phrases; such as consent, loyalty, and taking personal responsibility for one's actions. (Sorry, didn't mean to preach.) And thirdly: There are several categories this short story could be placed in; Group Sex and BDSM to name two. However, given the overall gist of the story line, I think you'll agree that, all in all, Lesbian Sex was the proper choice. Although, when it's all said and done, Romance would have been a viable option. And lastly: This story was posted for about a day and a half. Due to technical editorial issues, it had to be pulled, so this is, essentially, a reposting... with a slightly modified title. * * * * * If you saw her sitting behind her desk—her red hair up in a tight French twist; reading glasses perched on a slender nose she, more often than not, had buried in a law book; whatever feminine charms she might possess hidden beneath a severe business suit—you would never suspect that prim, precise, and always punctual Kathleen Oberon could also be the center of everyone's attention in the main orgy room at Krystal's Palace—so named mostly because sole the proprietor's name happened to be Krystal. Known orgy revelers are not exactly the sort of persons major corporations care to entrust their legal affairs to, but, on her own time, protected by the high-tech security provided members of the ultra-exclusive club she belongs to, that is precisely what Kate is; an insatiably horny, bi-sexual cum-slut, who just can't turn down the offer of a hot load of slimy jizz or yummy cunt-honey—anywhere the accommodating guy or gal wished to give it to her. And tonight was no different than the many nights that had come before it, or those that would come after this one, and the ones after that one... and so on, and so on. Kate knows herself better than anyone else possibly could; when she is really into something, she tends to become obsessive; but when that something is another person, mere obsession is forced to give way to overt possessiveness—a state of affairs most people are not comfortable with. Our heroine, therefore, is a confirmed bachelorette and will probably remain one for at least the rest of her natural sexual life. And, if sex is no longer going to play a part in a relationship, why on earth would anyone want to go out and get themselves hogtied to the same person day after endless day, night after sexless night? Just to sit in a creaking rocking chair, watching someone else growing old along with you? No, this has definitely not been one of Kathleen Oberon's lifetime goals; that's why she's a Life Member at Krystal's Palace. Here, she can revel in all the sex she wants—on some nights wallow in more varied forms of deviant sex than she can handle—with no emotional ties whatsoever, no strings of any kind attached. And when she (and she alone) decides it's time to split the scene, she's free to just up and leave; no reason or explanation given... to anyone. The key word for Kate is freedom; the freedom to go where SHE wants to go, when She wants to go; to do what SHE wants to do, how or with whomever SHE wants to do it... and not be answerable to another living soul for any of it. Sex in any relationship also involves personal, as well as shared, responsibility. Uninvolved sex, simply for the sex itself, is far less claustrophobic. In Kate's opinion, it's the perfect sort of relationship... at least for her. However, growing impatient with her present semen donor, Kate has clamped her slippery vaginal muscles a little tighter around the cock of the man kneeling behind her to further encourage the guy to get with the program and start laying some serious pipe to her. She's only cum once on this guy's cock and would really like to have another satisfying jolt go off inside her before he shoots his wad and will most likely be finished for a while. But, sadly, she realizes it isn't going to happen as the guy gasps, tenses, and lets go with what is a comparatively small load cum into her already soupy cunt. Courteous, even in the heat of fucking, she waits until his cock has withered and fallen out of her before reaching back between her legs and filling the cum-filled void with three knowledgeable fingers. No one knows what make you happy better then you know yourself, and Kate learned at an early age what made her the happiest, and what it took to accomplish the desired results. With her fingers curled so that they will rub on her G spot as she fucks them in and out and her thumb vigorously massaging her throbbing clit, it's only a matter of seconds before she gives herself a climax at least five times better than she would have gotten with the guy slumped on the floor behind her. Her breathing eventually returning closer to normal, she stands up and the copious amounts of sperm she's already received this evening runs down the insides of her sweat-bathed thighs in slimy rivulets. The slippery, sticky wetness is a turnon in itself for Kate. In the last few years, ever since being accepted into Krystal's Palace, she has come to look forward to the exhilarating feel of male, and female, genital fluid lathering her naked flesh almost as much as she craves the uninhibited sex she revels in on at least a bi-weekly basis. Stretching, she checks in on the various sexual acts going on around her. A lesbian couple is off by themselves in one dark corner. Three gay men are going at one another hot and heavy in another corner. Half a dozen heterosexual couplings are being actively engaged in; two oral combos, three pretty much straight fucking, and the third consists of an Asian woman kneeling on the floor, gritting her teeth as a well-hung Slavic type is plowing her asshole like he's drilling for deep sea oil Two menage-a-tois are taking place side by side in the middle of the large room. Two borderline elderly women—one white, the other black—are seriously working over a much younger black man in one ménage. The other ménage is made up of the Caucasian gent who had most recently added his cum to her overflowing cunt, now sucking on a huge pair of Hispanic tits, while the owner of those massive mammary glands is having her asshole deeply fucked by a substantial black cock. She glances around the room once more. All of the men in the room, except for one of the gay guys, have cum in her or on her at least once; three of the men having done the sloppy honors on her twice. She's eaten out eight of the twelve available pussies in the room, and—women tending to cum, at the least, twice to almost any man's once—she's had her face creamed with yummy cunt-honey a total of fifteen times as juicy rewards for her superb lesbian servicing. Having the hots only for each other, the lesbian couple has twice declined her offer to help them out and the salt and pepper matrons are totally devoted to seeing how much use they can wring out of that long black dick before the poor guy is completely done in. Kate sighs with a disappointment; she'd undressed only a couple of hours ago and already her options have dwindled down to less than a handful. Sometimes orgies are like that, though. Sometimes you have to play with what's available in the room two or three times in order to get your fill, and other times, even taking on five and six partners at a time means that some of the revelers are going to have to take rain checks if they want you to play with them. All in all, for a Friday night, the present occupancy of Krystal's Palace main orgy room is only at about a quarter of its capacity. But, it's still early. Oh, the hell with this! Why am I trying to do this the hard way when a first person narration would be a far more intimate venue to relay this story to you? It has to be a whole lot easier than trying to retain a non-biased objectivity in the third person. So, I'm just going to do it that way. If this is okay with you, fine. If it isn't... Well then, it's tough titty kitty! I'm going to shift gears on you, anyway. It's my story and I can tell it any damned way I want to. So, leaving the opening just as it is—to basically set the scene for you—I'll continue on in my own voice. Not really in the mood to join in any of the present sexual shenanigans, I (Remember, I'm speaking in first person now.) I wandered out of the main room and down the hall towards the refreshment lounge. The warm semen that oozed from my cunt and down my thighs was a slick wetness that I thoroughly enjoyed with each step. I turned into the cozy lounge and sat down on a barstool, wet and naked, and loving it. The lady bartender—a pretty blonde, accustomed to having naked, semen-splotched women waltzing into the lounge, smiled from the other end of the bar and started towards me. "What'll it be, kiddo?" Tasting the creamy jism that still coated my teeth, tongue and gums, I swallowed several times, then clear my throat. "A..." I croaked hoarsely and cleared my throat again. l had to repeat the unclogging process twice more before I trusted myself to speak without rasping. "A club soda, please." "Looks like you've been busy." the blonde bartender said. I looked down through my 36C breasts at my stomach. I felt a twinge in my pussy when I saw just how much cum was clinging to my tits and blood-red pubic hair. I knew I was making the stool wet from my sloppily creamed pussy, but that only added to the eroticism of it all. The bartender put the glass of clear soda and ice in front of me and I offered my club wristband to show that I had an unlimited account. The blonde smiled and nodded. I picked up the glass of soda and downed a large gulp, then another. The cold liquid cooled my parched throat. It's carbonated effervescence even cleansed my palate... somewhat. As the bartender moved away, I asked, "Do you have a mirror handy?" She stopped and turned around. Smiling and pointing over towards some nearby tables, she answered, "Over there on the wall's the best I can offer." I thanked her, slipped off the stool and strolled over. I knew the blonde would be watching me walk toward the giant gilt-framed mirror. I knew she would be admiring my shapely, glistening body. In the mirror, In the reflection I caught her wetting her full lips with an abnormally long tongue. I looked into the mirror, appraising my slutty reflection with a calculating eye and felt my pussy twinge again. The image looking back at me was not exactly what would be expected to be seen in a 26-year-old, up-and-coming second year corporate attorney with a prestigious, and ultra-conservative, law firm. Especially not an apparently quite normal, young professional woman from a rural Midwestern family. No, not hardly. Within the private confines of Krystal's Palace, this not-so-nice redhead in the mirror, with the pleasant facial features and shapely figure, firm, great tits riding high on her chest, and a full bush of dark reddish hair nestled between her nicely turned legs, almost all of it glistening wetly, was most definitely not what her stuffy associates at work would approve of, let alone what her puritanical family would think of this slut. Thick ropes, lines and streaks of still wet sperm covered most of her face and neck, her proud tits and flat stomach, and behind her reflection, her nice ass was plastered with the jizz of half a dozen men already. Cum was in the wild luxurious mane atop her head and the thick, crinkly bush crowning her prominent pubic mound was matted with spunk to the point of resembling a Brillo pad drug through raw egg whites. I stepped in closer to the mirror and studied her face. Streamers of glistening sperm ran up and down her cheeks and across her forehead. The shiny pearlessant lines crisscrossed her neck. Milky droplets of sperm hung suspended in her wet pubic curls like lascivious liquid Christmas ornaments. Thick globs of cum oozed slowly down the sweeping curves of her firm tits, and some of the longer lingering droplets were clinging precariously to her engorged nipples. "So far, not too damned bad," I proudly complemented the smiling cum-slut in the mirror. I swiped a sizable glob of sperm from my tit with a finger, sucked it clean, then licked the residue from my lips as I returned to my stool, and the patiently waiting bartender. "Been quite a night, huh?" she asked, idly wiping the ring left on her neat bar by my glass. "Pretty good, so far." I answered. "Plenty of hard guys to play with." The bartender chuckled. "Catch any big ones?" "One guy was pretty big." I held my hands about ten inches apart. "I'll bet that felt good," the sexy blonde replied. "It was okay, but there was another guy with a short, thick cock who really got me off good." The blonde rested her elbows on the bar and I could read her nametag. It said her name was Leslie. She pointed at a wet splotch just above my pussy and asked, "Which one was he?" "Hmmm. Don't really know,' I chuckled. "It feels like the big fella's still inside my pussy." I squeezed my thighs together tightly. "Nope, that's the best part of him leaking out of my cunt and down my thighs," I added with another laugh. "God, you're a sexy bitch." Leslie said huskily. "Do you do women?" "Ummm," I freely admitted. "Though, it depends if they're what I like." I eyed the blonde, taking careful note of the woman's full, unfettered breasts; their large, pink aureoles, centered by rigid, thumb-sized nipples easily distinguishable through her sheer white blouse, the woman's flared hips wrapped tightly in black jeans, the long, blonde hair braided and clipped up behind her head. "You'd qualify, Leslie." I cooed, giving her my very best sultry-eyed come on. A dreamy look in her pale-blue eyes and licking her hot-pink lips with the tip of her tongue, Leslie smiled back. A man's demanding voice gratingly intruded into our intriguing interlude from the other end of the bar. "A little service please!" Leslie lingered for a long moment, then turned and walked down towards the semi-naked man. I watched her tantalizing hips sway as she moved away. "Nice ass," I commented loud enough for her to hear. "I know," she threw back over her shoulder. I hadn't recalled her name, but I pretty much knew all I'd ever need to know about that big-titted, hot-assed blonde. Leslie Blackstone was a twice-divorced, 37-year-old mother of two girls who worked the four to midnight shift tending bar here for a couple of very good reasons. One, the pay was damned good. Krystal's Palace paid top dollar for a talented bartender, and Leslie definitely had talent to spare. Her second reason was less mercenary. In lieu of tips (which she wasn't going to get anyway, since any and all libations were part and parcel of the astronomical annual membership fees) she had free and unlimited access to any of the club's facilities, including any willing club members. This salacious fringe benefit was unknown to her third husband. A good thing for her, and an even better case of selective ignorance for him. I rather doubt there all that many lay ministers whose congregation would understand his supposedly passive and obedient New England wife's uncontrollable, and increasingly more frequent, urges to revel in the slut life with wild abandon. But, I did. Boy, did I ever! I glanced at the man Leslie was waiting on. He stood with a towel around his thick waist and had apparently ordered several drinks to go. Leslie handed them to him paper cups. No glass was allowed out of the bar; broken glass and bare feet can really quell a good orgy. Leslie came back to me and leaned her elbows on the bar. The glazed look—replacing the earlier dreamy gaze—in her eyes clearly said she was in heat... serious heat. "I not really suppose to be doing anything with members, not until I get off... But, what the hell; my shift's almost over, and Krystal's up in the penthouse overseeing a private party with a half dozen gay couples, so there isn't much chance of her coming down and catching me..." "You going somewhere with this?" I asked impatiently. Leslie licked her lips suggestively. "Come around the bar and stand facing the room." I did as she asked and then her hands were on my tits, her pelvis pressed tight against me. I spread my legs and ground naked ass into her pubis. "Enjoy what I'm doing to you?" she whispered in my ear. "Yes," I answered back. "Think about how I'd be doing you... say, ten years ago, Kate? It's sortta like being back in high school, isn't it? You're the one in front, keeping lookout; your bowed out knees shaking like crazy while you're getting felt up in the hallway after school; wishing with all your heart that it was your favorite Home Room teacher whose hands are making you feel so good, instead of those belonging to the butch girl in school, who just can't keep her hands off other girls." What was Leslie; a fucking mind reader? She had just tapped into one of my fondest high school masturbation fantasies. About... That's right! ...one of my favorite teachers. Leslie broke off her erotic litany long enough to probe my ear with her wet tongue and then continued, doing everything to me that she was so graphically describing in my ear. "Remember, Kate? Remember wanting that special teacher's soft womanly hands inside your panties, making your pussy so wet... her thumbs tracing circles around your newly discovered clitty, two of her long, slim fingers spreading your down-covered pussy lips apart so she can snake her middle finger up inside you... slowly sliding that finger in and out of your wetter and wetter hole. And then her other hand slides around inside your panties, so it can feel up your young, firm butt... working her fingers in the sweaty crack of your butt until one of them begins probing at your asshole. That favorite teacher licking the back of your neck while one of her fingers is fucking your cunt and another one is starting to worm its way into your asshole." She tongued my other ear. "I'm that extra special teacher, Kate. Relax and just go along with me." Two of her fingers were buried in my cunt and her thumb was easing into my asshole. "Remember hearing her telling you, Kate, as she's double fucking you closer and closer to a climax, that, just as soon as she's made you cum, that she's going to take you straight to her house, strip you naked and lick your teenage pussy until you're begging her to teach you how to eat a woman's cunt? Remember her bringing you so close to the edge, so many times, that you just know the next time she takes you that close, you're going to pee all over her wondrous hands." Perfect Matches Behind me, Leslie widened her stance. "Remember finally getting up enough nerve to reach back and at long last discover what your favorite teacher feels like between her legs, even if it's going to have to be through her dress and panties? Remember almost sobbing when her rear hand suddenly left your panties... the wonder when you felt her slide her dress up out of the way... the trepidation when she took your inquisitive hand in hers and worked them both down inside her panties... the thrill when your fingers finally made contact with the crinkly hair of a woman's pussy... the growing anticipation as her hand molded yours to suit her needs... how she then slid that properly shaped hand back and forth in her wet slit to lube it up? Leslie was wearing tight black jeans instead of a dress, but two could play this fantasy mind game of hers. Reaching back between us, I unzipped her jeans, dug my hand inside and cupped it tight to her panty-covered pussy. "Now we're getting into the spirit of this thing," she chuckled as I snaked my hand inside her panties and started diddling her slippery clit. I can get wet, but I couldn't believe how utterly sopping wet Leslie was, and even more of her hot honey was literally running out of her cunt. "Remember her telling you how you should be sure and hold all four of your fingers tight together when they went up inside her?" Leslie continued... "how unsurely you did as instructed and then how unbelievably great her wet cunt felt around your young fingers... how she milked them with her cunt muscles, drawing them into her time and again? Remember her telling you how much she had always wanted this to happen with you and moaning how good your fingers felt up inside her... then almost apologizing when her cunt clamped down on your fingers and then suddenly your hand got all..." Leslie's cunt flooded my hand just as she groaned, ..."weeee...etttt." I slammed three fingers up into Leslie's spasming cunt and fucked them in and out, wanting to prolong her orgasm until I could join her. And, I was just about there when several animated voices entered the room. Preferring to continue finger-fucking Leslie, and enjoy the building orgasm of my own, I really didn't pay much attention to the naked trio—a man and two women, actually, a woman and a young girl—until they were half way across the room. Either they had all just arrived, or they'd showered recently. All three were smooth and dry, and both brunette women were sporting fine tans. I knew the taller, older, of the two women from previous orgies here at Krystal's Place. Margaret... Something. Last names are considered to be unimportant once inside the doors of the club. Margaret was in her mid forties, but, under the right lighting, she could still pass for being in her late thirties. Normally a moderate dominant, in her submissive moments she had an unquenchable thirst for what was politely known as "water sports, or golden showers". According to Margaret, men scored major points for their general accuracy, whereas a woman's much hotter urine held a decided advantage where it pertained to overall taste and volume. Margaret was also known to attend the more private gatherings indulged in by relatively few of the club's members, commonly referred to as "Potty Parties". Being peed on by either men or women was not really my cup of tea (Okay, in this case, hot piss), but in the heat of an orgy, bodily fluids are expected to be exchanged, and I had willing swallowed more than a few gallons of pee since becoming a dues paying member of Krystal's Palace. Nor, if it was at all possible, had I ever failed to accommodate any partner who wished to drink from my own urine fountain. However, Potty Parties, coprophilla, scat—whatever fancy label someone wanted to put on basically playing in the poop—is where I draw the line. Early, and lovingly intensive, potty training had irrevocably convinced me that fecal matter was not nature's form of Play-Doh. Anal intercourse and analingus, on the other hand, are perfectly acceptable to me. I had discovered both in my early teens—a couple of times from boys, reinforced by far more practice with my best girlfriend—and had gleefully learned that my anal orifice could be a much more pleasing opening to oneself when it was used as both an innie and an outie, instead of simply as a waste disposal outlet. If enthusiastically giving someone a deep and thorough rim job, but disdaining any desire to accept a mouthful of shit, seemed incongruous to some members of the club, then so be it. Even a devoted cum-slut has to maintain some standards when it comes to playtime etiquette. Margaret eventually recognized me and the voices trailed off as the man and the younger woman also noticed me standing at the end of the bar, in the intimate embrace of the bartender. "Kate!" she exclaimed as she rushed to the bar. She looked me up and down with jaded eyes. "My, my, my," she clucked, "you have been a naughty girl tonight, haven't you?" She leered at Leslie. "Get her off quick; dear. I just love watching our insatiable Kate cum." The customer always being right, Leslie got me off in a matter of seconds, then stepped back; leaving me standing there shuddering. I turned my head; Leslie was licking my cum off her fingers and from the palm of her hand. "Bitch," I snarled. Leslie smiled. "Only when my most favorite student wants me to be." On wobbly legs, I made my way around to the front of the bar and plunked my ass down on the end stool. "Beautiful," Margaret gushed. "As always." She leaned in and gave me a long, thorough tongue kiss. "I'd like you to meet Tom and Chloe. Tom's a friend visiting from out of town and Chloe's my niece from Iowa." Never one to leave well enough alone, she launched into an explanation for both of them being with her "They both expressed an interest in what I did for fun... I bluntly told them that I liked to get fucked. They both wanted to know by whom, with whom, how I like to get fucked, when and where. So, instead of trying to explain Krystal's Palace, I brought them along tonight so they could find out just exactly what sort of a naughty broad their old friend and favorite aunty can truly be when she cuts loose." She winked meaningfully at me. "They're not paired up in any way that I'm aware of. Not as yet, anyway." I rolled my eyes at Leslie. As if being paired up in any way ever meant anything to members of this select club. She blew me a kiss and went down to wait on another member who had just come in from one of the orgy rooms. I turned my attention back to Margaret and her guests. Tom was an athletic looking man of perhaps 26 with a very nice looking cock, presently standing at parade rest between his muscular legs. At ease being flaccid and limp, at attention being fully upright, hard and ready to please. His light brown hair formed a thick mat over his chest, which I didn't particularly care for. Conversely, Tom's non-paired-up companion was irresistibly adorable. Chloe sported an all over tan, not a trace of tan-lines. She had soft, sexy brown eyes and long brown hair that hung well past her shoulders. Best of all, she was petite, almost flat chested, with rosy, cone-shaped aureoles and pointy nipples. Her legs were lean and her manicured toes bordered on tiny. Just as young Chloe's doe eyes seemed to be inexplicably drawn the streaks and smears of drying cum all over my fair body, I felt my pussy oozing its rich cream at the sight of the girl's hairless pussy. Even though I'm an insatiable cumslut, I'm what you could term a 70/30 bisexual—70 percent helplessly turned on by a woman's body, 30 percent irresistibly drawn to man's hard cock. Which meant that I was severely drawn to this sweet young thing "Hi." I said with a friendly smile. "Hello," she replied softly. "Hey, Tom," Margaret said and I looked back at her male companion. "Why don't you try the green room? Down the hall, turn left, second room. You can't miss it." She gave him an overtly sly wink. 'It's got just what you're looking for." Tom smiled and said good-bye to the two women, and to me as well. And I crossed I off him my possible list as he dashed off down the hall. The green room meant that Mr. Athletic was a submissive masochist, and if a guy couldn't keep it up without being whipped raw, then he was going to be of very little use to me. Instead, I centered all my attention on the prospect with far more potential. "How old are you Chloe?" "Eighteen," she answered. Blushing, the girl cast her gaze away from my boring green eyes and let it waver on the shimmering smear of sperm that painted the deep cleft between my breasts. "Chloe's never been to an orgy," Margaret said, "so this is all new to her." An orgy virgin, huh? Just when I thought they couldn't improve, things were quickly getting even better. "What do you like to do?" I asked Chloe. "Sexually speaking." Chloe looked up and over at Margaret, and received a barely perceptible nod from her aunt. She looked back at me. "Get my pussy licked," she said in a quiet voice. "I really like that a lot." "Don't we all?" I chuckled and reached for my now-watered-down soda. "All too true," Margaret laughed. "But Chloe mentioned on the way here that she might be in the mood for something special to accompany getting her pussy licked." She affectionately patted Chloe on her bare butt. "I'll leave you two to talk about it. I'm overdue in the pool as it is. Maybe I'll run into both of both later on. If not, you girls have fun. Chloe, if you're not going to come home tonight, please leave a message on the recorder telling me where you're at." She flicked her eyes to me. "Would you see to it that she does?" I didn't even attempt to pull my attention away from Chloe. "If we're still together when I'm ready to leave, I will." "I would appreciate that, " Margaret said and with a jaunty wave, she hurried toward the door to the pool area. An uncertain expression marred Chloe's angelic face as she watched her aunt walk off and leave her favorite niece in the hands a complete stranger. In a soothing voice, I told her to sit down on the next stool. The girl did and any lingering doubt left her eyes as she now openly stared at my sperm-drenched body. "I look like a slut, huh?" I said. The girl nodded slightly, her gaze glued to my sperm-glazed tits. "Well, I love the feel of it on me. Cum, that is. I think it's probably the best stuff on earth for a gal's complexion. Wouldn't you agree?" I was looking for some sort of reaction in Chloe. Seeing none I could readily decipher, I continued with my crass and crude banter. "Not too many women like guys to cum in their mouths, or have them shoot jizz all over their faces and tits, but I love it. Slimy cock spunk or syrupy cunt cream, I get off being bathed in all that hot juice. It doesn't matter if it's a guy or a gal cumming on me, I can almost always cum just from being cum on." Chloe looked up and smiled a little. This encouraged me. "I think it's really sexy to be sitting here next to you," I said, "me covered in jism, sperm all over my cunt, cum leaking out of my asshole, jizz on my tits and face, and you sitting there, trying to pretend that it's nothing out of the ordinary." Leslie had wickedly left me hanging and I needed to cum bad. "Fuck, I'm so wet right now, I would cum if someone so much as touched my clit." I leaned back against the bar and spread my legs. "Does that make you wet, too, Chloe?" I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, pulling upward so that my silvery clit slipped from its hood. "Doesn't knowing you could make me cum, just by touching my clitty with the tip of your finger, have your pretty girl-pussy juicing on the barstool?" Chloe said nothing, but looked directly down at my red-haired snatch. Her eyes slowly came back up to my face and the fires of lust were now clearly burning in them. She reached out and brushed her fingers lightly through my cum-matted pubic hair, then she caressed my swollen mound just above my clit. I moaned as Chloe's fingers hesitantly searched out my now aching pearl. I shuddered, causing loose droplets of cum to wend their way down my trembling body when the girl's fingers finally hit just the right spot. My eyes closed in not-necessarily a mock swoon. The fingers quickly withdrew and I opened my eyes. Seeing Chloe licking her fingers quickened my already racing heart rate. "So you like your pussy to be licked and sucked, huh?" Chloe nodded. "By men or women?" "Both." Chloe said more boldly than she surly felt at the moment. "But I ah... I enjoy it more when it's a woman's tongue doing me." I learned much later that, although she had some experience with girls her own age, only one woman had ever eaten her out. She'd experienced a tremendous orgasm that time, the first time she had ever had multiple climaxes, a lot of that due simply from the thought of having a mature woman's mouth on her sex. "And, do you lick and suck back?" Chloe's response was a noncommittal nod. I eyed the blushing girl suspiciously. Either Chloe was putting on a damned convincing show of being a shy neophyte, or she had never really licked another girl's pussy. Finding out which was the case would—not could—make for a sexually inspiring evening. "So, what sort of special pussy-eating accompaniment are you looking for?" I asked. "I might just be able to eat you out... Uh, better make that help you out. For the time being, anyway." Chloe blushed deeply this time and she haltingly began. "Well, it's my most private fantasy, and I thought... well, I thought I could maybe do it here." I smiled at her charming bashfulness. "What's it about, baby girl?" Calling Chloe "baby girl" apparently turned a corner in our budding relationship and without any hesitation whatsoever, the girl eagerly related her complex fantasy. "I want to be tied up, with my legs spread, squatting over another woman's mouth while guys cum inside me, one after another, and then she licks their cum out of me. Sometimes, she wants all that slimy cum and my cunt cream so much, she licks my pussy even before they're done filling my cunt with cum." I felt a mini-orgasm course through my body. "Now, that's what call a really hot fantasy," I encouraged. "Do you like cum in your mouth?" "It's okay, I guess." Chloe said. "I've given blowjobs. The guys enjoy it more than I do. I'd rather have their cum sprayed on my titties. When I jack guys off, I always point their dicks right at my titties." "Titties?" I thought to myself. Well, that certainly described Chloe's teacup tits. Those inviting pink nipples were now standing out, firm and hard. "How many men had you thought about you and this pussy-licking woman taking on?" "Oh, five or six." "Why not twenty," I shot back. "Or, even thirty?" "Twenty or thir..." Chloe's eyes widened. "Ohhh!" "I'd love to be the lucky woman sucking all that slimy cum and yummy cunt cream from your pretty pussy," I said. "Maybe even better would be having lots more guys standing around us, jacking off and shooting their hot, slimy jizz all over our tits and faces while I ate you out." "Can you wait about fifteen minutes on that kinky scene?" Leslie asked from behind the bar. "My shift ends then and I can help set it up for you." "You can?" Chloe asked. Leslie nodded, smiling. "As long as I get some of your pretty pussy, too." "Sure!" Chloe said. Her nipples were getting even harder, standing out like pencil erasers. Leslie walked away and picked up the phone. She made several calls while Chloe and I further explored the details of her fantasy. "I imagine I'm tied up on my knees, with my hands above my head," she continued, "and my feet are tied wide apart, behind me, making me lean forward so my pussy is exposed, and this woman is tied up underneath me, eating me out. Then the men come in and take turns fucking me, cumming quickly and filling me with cum. Each time they pull out, I can feel their sperm running out of me and the woman is slurping it up like crazy. I get wetter and wetter from all the cum, and it's all over my ass, too." "And what're the rest of the guys doing while they wait?" I asked. "Like you suggested, they stand around and jack off on us." Seeing rapt encouragement in my eyes and growing bolder with every juicy detail she revealed, Chloe's scenario changed from being one of subjective distance to one more intimately personal. "Maybe one or two of those guys would fuck you, too, and make me suck their cocks clean afterwards, letting me taste your yummy pussy honey mixed with their salty sperm. Some will shoot their hot jizz all over my titties and some guy will smear his cum all over my pussy for you to lick clean." I chuckled. "Getting' really hot and nasty now, aren't we?" "Yeah! And maybe one of them will take my virgin ass and he cums in it and you'll want to suck it out of there, too." Chloe clapped her hands to her mouth. "Did I really say that?" I laughed. "Baby girl, I've had so much cum in my own ass, that I couldn't hold it all. It's kind of like getting a sperm-enema!" Chloe's fingers slid between her legs and she began fingering her clit. "Oh God! This is... telling you all this... with you sitting there, already wet with so much cum... Fuck!!! This is making me soooo fucking hot!" The shimmering pink clit poking out from between the girl's labia instantly had my dry mouth watering like crazy. Whereas indiscriminate is pretty much the agreed upon by word in Krystal's Place, in both sexual orientation and sex acts, as well as skin color or national origin, consensual is the one absolute law. Breaking this inflexible rule in any way is immediate grounds for being barred from the exclusive club for a period of not less than one year. A two-thirds vote of the entire membership is required for a once-barred member to obtain a six month trial reinstatement. There is no reinstatement for second offenders. With this in mind, I only needed to hear one word from this delectable morsel of young womanhood. "Mind if I try a taste?" I asked, sliding off the stool and onto my knees. Chloe's unspoken response was still the correct one and, spreading her legs, she eagerly welcomed my face into her baby-butt bald pussy. I began licking her pussy, tasting the succulent young cream that flowed from between her puffy pussy lips. I laved the girl's rapidly emerging clit with the flat of my tongue and when Chloe slid further forward on the stool—really opening herself up to me, I thrust my stiffened tongue just as far up inside the slippery pink cunt hole as it could reach. Leslie came back and informed Chloe that things were being set up in one of the private rooms. She leaned over the bar and watched me sucking my newest conquest's succulent cunt. "Having fun down there? Bet she tastes sweet?" "Ummm-Hmmm," was my muffled response to both queries. Chloe's response was just as affirmative, but a lot more liquidy. She stiffened, whimpered, and then came hard in my face. Yep, I thought to myself as I contentedly lapped the yummy honey from this sweetie's young pussy.; things were getting better and better all the time. The night shift bartender came in; an emaciated, swivel-hipped man with an overtly obvious personal choice in sexual partners. He smiled at the sight of two women at the end of the bar, one on her knees eating pussy while the other was whimpering and cumming. His voice was high and poignantly feminine when he lisped, "Gee! How come I'm never tho lucky near the end of my thift?" Leslie left and came back about five minutes later—bare-ass naked—and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up and saw that I'd been right about Leslie's body; it was beautiful. And she had a thick blonde bush, which was shaved bald around her labia and up to her barely hooded clit. She crooked her finger. "Let's go." Perfect Matches Reluctantly removing my cunt-wet face from Chloe's pussy, I stood up, took her hand and our horny trio headed down a hallway. We met a pair of young women—both a couple of years older then Chloe—coming out of a room. Both were bleached platinum blondes and were identical twins. "Aren't you two cute." Leslie said. "Want to join us for some fun?" The twins looked at each other. With impish gleams in their eyes, they shrugged their shoulders. "They're both mutes," Leslie explained. "But that's just about the only thing they can't do with their insatiably talented mouths." One of the twins pointed at her full breasts and then her mouth. "You want to suck these?" Leslie prompted, cupping her own tits. They both shook their heads in unison. One of the twins pointed at Chloe's small tits and engorged nipples. The second twin knelt, tapped her lips and made pleading motions with her hands. Chloe giggled, unsure of what the two girls actually wanted to do, or to whom. Through pantomime, Leslie eventually got it and explained it to Chloe: One wanted to suck Chloe's tits and the other wanted to make out with her. Chloe shrugged. "Why not?" Gleefully, the twins pulled her down to the floor—right there in the hallway—and positioned her on her back. Leslie guided me out of the way, ass-to-pussy in front of her, and then pulled me firmly back against her body. Her hands began checking out my tits, sliding them over and around the slippery mounds, tweaking my hard nipples with her fingers before sliding both hands and down my quivering belly. The twins moved into their respective positions. The first twin bent her head and began sucking on Chloe's hard nipple. Chloe arched her back up. "OOooh, yeah! Suck it, girl. Suck that hard nipple good." Her eyes went wide and she gasped. "Ahhhhh!" With Chloe's mouth wide open from her gasping "Ahhhhh!" the other twin opened her own mouth. A flood of milky cum poured from her mouth into Chloe's, then she leaned down and kissed her deeply, swirling her tongue around inside Chloe's mouth. Chloe was surprised at first and even swallowed a little of the sperm. They swished and swirled it around and over each other's tangled tongues, mixing up a delightful sperm and girl-spit cocktail as they made out. "I'd love to do that to you," Leslie whispered into my ear. I moaned and shoved back against Leslie, reveling in the exquisite feeling of the warm softness her pussy hair being mashed against my naked ass. On the floor, the other twin rose up and I could see semen on Chloe's right nipple, sliding down the perfect cone of her tanned tit-flesh. This twin repeated the cum-kiss of her sister and then kissed her sister, too. "Thanks," one twin said. "That was like really great," the other added. "And you have lovely nipples to suck." "And we'd love to join you..." the first twin chimed in. "But we really have to leave," her sister finished. "I thought you said they were mute," I accused. Leslie laughed. "So, I lied." "Because you knew what they were going to do all along, right?" "Yep. Would have spoiled the big surprise if I had warned you both ahead of time. Especially for Chloe." "You could have whispered it to me." "Would you have tried to stop it?" I looked down at Chloe, still shaking from what had been done to her. "God, no. I wouldn't have missed that for the world. " I squirmed my ass against Leslie's pussy. "Especially seeing those big wide eyes when she got a mouth full of cum instead of just a wet lezzy kiss." We all said our good-byes and the naughty twins scampered off as Chloe, Leslie and I continued on down the hall to the prepared room. Instead of nervousness—which would be expected of an orgy neophyte, Chloe was clearly feeling very hot now, her hips swaying sensuously with each step. I enviously watched her massaging the cum into her right nipple as we entered the room. The smallish, well-lit room was rigged out with all sorts of restraining equipment. Leslie and I went to work immediately, putting padded leather wristlets on Chloe and then a set on her ankles. I then reclined on my back and Chloe knelt over me. Leslie tied Chloe's ankles to a pair of rings set wide apart into the floor for anchoring purpose. Then, using a chain that hung from the ceiling, she hoisted Chloe's bound wrists high over her head. Chloe, her young eyes even wider this time, moaned, but she didn't thrash. Not even a twitch. Chloe was effectively strung out now, leaning forward slightly, looking down at my reddish pubic bush. Leslie lowered her slightly, just enough so that her pussy barely touched my mouth. The growing hunger in Chloe's eyes, like smoldering coals, blazed to life when I teasingly stuck out my tongue. Leslie put wristlets on me, then tied my wrists together behind Chloe's back. She then looked the scene over carefully. I was busily, and noisily, licking Chloe's pussy and Chloe was moaning very nicely from my superb tonguing of her baby-bald snatch. Still, something was missing. Impulsively, Leslie put anklets on me and then lifted my legs up, tied my ankles together with a long piece of rope and hung them over Chloe's shoulders. Thus bound, both of us would be presenting our genital charms for anyone's pleasure. My thighs were wide enough apart that I knew my cunt lips would be gaping open, and that my pinkish brown anus would be easily available to any hard cock or explorative tongue. Apparently satisfied now, I heard Leslie step out of the room, but Chloe never even noticed. I had her so close to an orgasm already. And it wasn't... going to be... too... too damn long before she.... "AHHHHhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Hot cunt honey bathed my face. And, to say I was happy about it would be understating that wonderful pleasure by a whole lot. Chloe was working on her second orgasm from my tongue when Leslie returned and this time Chloe struggled in her bonds a little. I tilted my head back and grinned like a Cheshire cat. Leslie was wearing a leather harness that crossed between her full breasts with a pair of leather straps running between down her legs. Attached to the two straps was a dildo, about eight inches of latex cock protruding from her cunt. It looked as thick as Chloe's arm. Leslie also wore hip-length leather boots with long heels and black satin gloves that stopped just under her armpits. Leslie menacingly stepped over to Chloe and I. "You two are very nasty sluts," she admonished, holding Chloe's face up by the chin. "And as punishment, you're gonna drink gallons of cum tonight. Both of you." Right one cue, eight naked men entered the room and began circling us. I felt an orgasmic shudder race through Chloe as she stared at their hard, stiff cocks. No two were alike; some were long and thin, others were short and fat. All but two were white, and those two were black. "Who's first?" Leslie called out. A man with a long, thin cock stepped forward and moved in behind Chloe. He shoved his cock up her cunt roughly and began pumping her hard and fast. The unexpected roughness caught Chloe by surprise and she gasped. As he moved faster though, she began to feel her orgasm climbing out of her, getting ready to wrench her body in all directions. I let my tongue graze Chloe's clit each time the girl's hips rocked fore or aft. My face was already wet from her sweet, tasty juices. I eagerly watched the cock pump in and out of the girl's cunt, pulling her wet, clinging cunt lips along the glistening shaft with each out stroke. Faster and faster the guy fucked Chloe's soupy cunt, his hairy balls brushing my forehead. The man suddenly grunted and shoved in hard, and began moaning out loud. So did Chloe. Anxious for my just reward, I craned my neck and flicked his balls with the tip of my tongue. The man shuddered again, then twice more and began to pull out. I quickly positioned my mouth directly underneath Chloe's gaping cunt. The milky sperm leaked out of Chloe's hole slowly, too slowly, and my impatience boiled over. "Squeeze that nasty cunt!" I spat. "Flood my face with that guy's hot load." Chloe tightened her stomach muscle and bore down. Once more, and the cum literally gushed out of her cunt and into my mouth. The unmistakable sound of slurping and swallowing between her trembling legs, and another, her third, or maybe her forth orgasm racked Chloe's body. I greedily licked and lapped and slurped at Chloe's pussy until her shudders subsided somewhat, then glued my mouth to her leaking cunt and sucked any remaining cum from inside her. It filled my mouth nearly to overflowing. The man's salty cum and Chloe's sweet girl-cream was pure ambrosia and I hungrily swallowed it all down. A tasty aperitif to the main course of libidinal libations to cum. (Pun intentional.) "More!" Chloe pleaded. "We both want more!" "Yes," I readily agreed. "A lot more." A second man quickly filled the void. He had a thicker cock than the first guy, but not as long. He, too, roughly fucked Chloe and came, pulling out and shooting his last jet of sperm onto her bald cunt lips. I greedily lapped it up, making Chloe cum once again. Several men later, my face was plastered with the delicious combination of genital secretions from both sexes, and Chloe's thighs were becoming a slippery, spermy mess. The next man—over weight, hairy, and black—had a long, heavily veined cock. Aware that he was endowed more than was normal, he graciously pushed it slowly into Chloe's well-lubed cunt. He stopped when Chloe gasped, a full two inches of his ebony cock still remaining outside her peachy pussy. "God! Don't stop!" Chloe wailed. "Fuck it right into me, damnit! Fuck me with all of that great big cock!!" The man reared back pumped his black meat into her not so nicely and I could see more of his glistening black cock disappearing inside of Chloe this time. The sight of her girlish pink pussy being stretched around a big black cock had my own pussy was cream down around my asshole. The man had huge, cum-heavy balls and I licked at them as they swayed over my face. In and out, out and in he fucked. In and out, in and out, in-and-out, in-and-out, in-and-out, faster and faster, building up speed like a runaway train, until Chloe's waifish body was being rocked and jarred in her restraints and she was crying out with each savage thrust. The man was soon ramming his entire cock into Chloe, his flabby stomach smacking lewdly against her tight little ass, his over-developed cock buried to the hilt inside her young-girl's cunt. Then, with a hard, slamming thrust that could be heard across the room, he crammed his entire black cock up her cunt and fired his load. I sucked on each of his low hanging balls, feeling them quiver in my mouth as they expelled their massive load of scalding cum. Chloe was crying out in glorious orgasm, her entire body quaking in sync with each hard spurt of sperm being pumped into her spasming cunt. In one swift motion, the guy withdrew his cock, leaving Chloe's cunt gaping like an open door. A trickle of sperm began quickly and I lapped at Chloe's pussy hungrily. My tongue impatiently shot as far as I could extend it right up into Chloe's spread open cunt. That triggered the real flood and Chloe's vaginal muscles contracted around my tongue, her cunt spasming over and over, followed by a warm rush of thick cum with each convulsion. There was so much cum that it ran down my cheeks. Chloe urgently ground her soupy snatch against my face, moaning like crazy. My own cunt was creaming too, and my wetness had spread down though the crevasse of my asscheeks, making my asshole glisten invitingly. I wanted so much to touch my clit, to be able to make myself come, too! I felt someone kneel down and press a cock to my asshole. It was large, thick, and hot. He pushed and, with my juices liberally lubricating it, he steadily pressed his hard meat into my welcoming ass. I moaned loudly, the sound barely muffled by Chloe's liquid cunt being pressed firmly against my face. The man began pumping my asshole slowly to begin with. I looked up and saw a man with the most gorgeous cock I'd ever seen. It was about seven inches long, nicely proportioned, about 3 and a half inches around, and it had the sweetest looking head on it; purplish and swollen with arousal, like a plump, juicy plum. The man slipped it into Chloe's soupy cunt, then pulled it back out and pressed it to her vulnerable asshole. "We're gonna butt-fuck both you sluts," said the man already butt-fucking me. "We're gonna fill your lezzie assholes full of lots and lots of hot cum," I clenched my sphincter muscle tight around the cock in it, letting the man know I was ready whenever he was. The sight of the other guy's cock disappearing slowly into Chloe's virgin asshole was too goddamn much. Fuck, if I had a cock, I'd have been cumming as I slid it in there. Chloe moaned a lot, then screamed. "Fuck me! Grab my ass and fuck it!" The men began pounding both of us, hard and fast. It felt like the whole of my intestines were being filled up, and I started climaxing right away. Someone, I couldn't see who, lifted my head and pressed my face into Chloe's cum-dripping cunt. I ate pussy like crazy, licking, sucking and nipping at Chloe's clit, thrilling at the tangy tasting sperm and woman-honey oozing from her hot pussy. More voices entered the room and I could sense lots of men all around us. My asshole tightened its death grip on the plunging cock, and that was all the man could take. He grunted and shoved his cock deep into my rectum. I came again as I felt it swell up and begin spurting. Seeing his partner cum, the man fucking Chloe shoved his cock deep into her tight little ass and began spurting, too. Chloe shook and twisted, moaning loudly. Both men pulled their cocks out with loud plopping noises. I sadly watched Chloe's no-longer-virgin asshole pulse and twitch. A few droplets of sperm leaked past her slowly closing hole, disappointingly locking the rest her ass-cheery spunk away from my anxiously awaiting mouth. Chloe was moaning incoherently and something wet splattered against my tits. The mysterious men who had gathered around the both of us were jacking off and began cumming in short order, shoving their ready-to-fire cocks into Chloe's cunt or asshole and spurting after just a few strokes. Several did the same to me, too. Some premature ejaculator shot his cum all over Chloe's ass cheeks and I winced as I watched the wasted goo slither down the crack of her ass, miss my mouth entirely to pool in the hollow of my throat. Someone pried Chloe's mouth open and rammed his oozing cock in it. "Suck it, you filthy slut," he demanded. "Make a real cock shoot off in your lezzie mouth." Chloe told me that the cock in her face had caught her off guard, but once it was in her mouth, she had sucked that cock with salacious abandon. Earlier, she had said that the taste of cum was okay; now, she wanted that slimy jism in her mouth more than anything. She wanted a whole sloppy mouthful of milky, slimy semen for one reason, and one reason only; sweet revenge. She had taken more and more of the thick flesh pole deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat, forcing her gag reflex to abate until she was able to take the whole length down her throat. Accomplishing what she had previously considered to be an impossible feat, she had held her head as still as possible and let the guy take over. And face-fuck her he did. Slowly back came his cock, almost out of her mouth, then quickly it went back between her widely ovaled lips, rasping across the flat of her tongue and down her accepting throat. Again, and again, and again. Right when she had felt that she couldn't hold on any longer, Chloe said she felt the head of the cock lodged in her throat swell. The entire length of it began to throb. "Now!" Her mind had screamed and she had swallowed hard. The man's cock exploded, shooting its first hot stream straight down her throat before she could pull her head back. With just the cockhead captured between her tightly clasped lips, she had waited for the guy to finish dumping his hot, salty load of spunk in her mouth. She had then sucked him for another minute or two to make sure he had nothing left in him before allowing his flaccid penis to slip from her mouth Her mouth full of slimy cum, Chloe grinned down a me. "How about a really wet lezzie kiss?" she mumbled. I grinned right back. "You bet," I yelped and opened my mouth wide. Chloe opened her mouth and let the spit-cum cocktail she had mixed drool down into mine. "Good, God, Yesssssss!!!" my mind screamed as I drank down the heavenly ambrosia from above. Things just kept getting better and better and better. Somewhere inside the sexual fog I now inhabited, I heard Chloe's ragged pants and also a number of women's voices. Semen splashed against my tits, coating my aching nipples with a thick hot frosting. Some cum ran down my sides and then more cum spurted onto my face, up my nose, into my receptive mouth. To supply this much cum, twenty or more guys had to be jacking off on us. I felt even more cum dripping down on me from above, from Chloe's suspended body, and I frantically licked and sucked at Chloe's hot cunt to gather and swallow all I could before it could be wasted. Leslie called a halt after a few more minutes and began untying us. I stretched my aching legs, as did Chloe. Leslie lowered Chloe down on top of my sperm-drenched body. Our hot flesh met and we slid against each other like horny eels in the slippery wetness as we attacked each other's sloppy pussy. Leslie gave us less than a minute to sixty-nine before untying my hands and repositioning us face to face. We both looked at each other. Chloe's small, tanned face was covered in man-goo. Semen streaked her hair and her chin was covered in a shiny-wet, milky gel. There wasn't a place on her face—save for her eyes—which had been wiped clear, were there wasn't semen. Chloe got a good look at me, too, and I knew just what she was seeing; my forehead and hair splattered with cum, my cheeks and mouth glistening wetly, a thick steam of creamy juice dripping from my chin. Leslie tied our hands behind each other's back, so that we were hugging each other. The sensual slipperiness of the cum on our bodies was turn on enough to have us pressing and writhing against each other. "It ain't over, sluts." Leslie threatened. Leslie pushed us onto our sides and spread our legs as far apart as she could. "Taste each other's mouths," she demanded. "Just use the tips of your tongues." I looked at the sperm-coated tongue Chloe offered and extended my own, likewise coated with cum and cunt juices. Our cum-slick tongues dueled with each other's. The door opened and I heard more men enter through it,. I glanced around and could see a lot of men surrounding us, jerking their hard cocks over the two us. "Cum bath!" Leslie ordered. "Cum all over these nasty cum-sluts." Semen began flying and splattering all over both of us. Some men contented themselves with just standing and spurting their jizz on us. Others crouched or knelt down, sending jets of hot jism hosing into faces or on our tits. We closed our eyes tightly, and with tongues extended, offered the men our open mouths to cum in. One guy missed that easy target and shot his wad in my ear. Another man wrapped Chloe's hair around his spurting cock, blew his load, then wiped himself off with her hair. Cum seemed to be flowing over us from everywhere. The musky scent of hot spunk, even hotter cunt cream, and naked, sweaty bodies filled the room.