2 comments/ 33981 views/ 4 favorites Poker and Nadine Ch. 01 By: FluteMaster I am playing poker with some male friends and there are six of us at the table, playing cards. A bottle of Jack Daniels is on the table. You are in the kitchen, dressed in a short skirt and thong, a tight bustier top, high heels and hold ups and, around your neck, a leather collar with a metal link at the front. Every now and then you come into the room to see how the men are, bringing beers, crisps, or just to stand by me. You are Nadine, my black wife, my woman, my submissive, my cum slut. It is while you are standing by me at one point that I reach up and pull you down to me by the link on your collar. I pull you to my mouth, kissing you hard, driving my tongue into your mouth. You moan at this, being held and ravished. You submit so sweetly to me, and look dazed but pleased when I let you go and turn back to the game as if nothing had happened. All the guys are transfixed by you. Your clothing is so slutty, and you look so confident -your breasts on display and your long legs in their "fuck me" shoes. Some of them have to quietly adjust their stiffening cocks. Little do they know that I have ordered you to wear this clothing, that I have plans to show you off as my black bitch, my own special cumslut. I am so proud of you, and the way you submit to me. You delight in allowing me to show you off, in servicing the men I provide, and in being fucked hard by me as I show these boys how a submissive woman likes to used and filled. About mid way through the evening, it is quite obviously that I have been playing badly; All the chips are held by the other players. "Ok guys, I'm out of money. Anyone want to sub me in?" Everyone laughs at this, they don't think they will get their money back. "Alright", I say. "How about I get Nadine to put on a little floor show. You would all agree she looks good in that outfit? How about I charge everyone five pounds per item of clothing she takes off. If you don't want to pay, you can leave the room." They stare at me in disbelief; surely not Nadine? But yes, they can see I mean it. They argue with me, not really sure this isn't a wind up. But lust wins out and they all agree to buy in. I tell them what you are wearing and what the show will cost. "But I'll be fair. Shoes and hold ups each count as one item. So, for twenty five pounds, each of you can see Nadine absolutely naked, apart from the collar. That stays on." Quickly, all six guys place £25 on the table and wait. "Nadine!" I yell out. "Get your slutty arse in here." You come through the door, looking flushed, and breathing quickly in excitement. You have been overhearing the conversation, and you know just what I require of you. "Each of these men has paid £25 to see you strip naked for them. So, I want you to remove all your clothes - slowly, and give them a treat. And if they don't like it, I will punish you." You know that punishment is going to happen later anyway, so you're not minded to push the issue. Instead, you move to a place in full view of all of us, and slowly and erotically, remove your clothing. First comes the bustier, revealing your full tits with their stiff nipples. The skirt you unzip at the side and slide slowly down your hips, twisting your body as it descends. For the thong you stand facing us, legs slightly apart, and hook a thumb in each side. Pulling downwards, the gusset is caught momentarily in your wet pussy and there is a sticky residue on it as it comes away. As a treat, you turn around and bend over, showing off your naked arse with its shaven wet pussy beneath. Finally, the shoes are kicked off and the hold ups rolled down and off your feet. By the end, with all these men watching you, your cunt is swollen and dripping with lust. You are their wet dream, and your Master is allowing you to parade in front of them. I call you over to me, and you pad to me, your body aroused and excited, your hips swaying in an erotic dance. Again, I pull you down to me again by the collar and kiss you. But this time, after I release you, I push two fingers between your legs and up into your sopping snatch. When I remove it, it is glistening with your juices. I push my fingers towards you and you obediently lick them clean - using your mouth as if you were sucking my cock. As you leave the room, with a quick smile at the guys, the men are staring at you, mesmerised. But I just pick up the money and carry on playing. Of course, I lose this too, and again I ask the question. "Ok - who will sub me back in?" This time, there is no laughter. They just sit quietly, watching me. They have got wise to what I am doing. So, in the silence I suggest a little game. "In the kitchen there is a large wooden spatula. I will use that to spank Nadine's arse. At a pound a blow, how much will you pay? Oh, and each pound contributed means one blow. So if each of you pays one pound, then she gets six hits." There is silence, and then a quiet discussion. Some guys think you won't be able to take much, but others are transfixed by your arse, and want to see it get punished properly. Eventually, £45 is placed on the table. "Ok," I say, "so she will get 45 hits." "Nadine!" I yell again. You stop by the doorway. "Get the spatula, and bring it to me. And do it doggy style." The men look puzzled, until you enter the room again. You are on all fours, holding the spatula in your mouth. You crawl to me, your tits swinging free, and drop the wooden implement into my hand. Several of the guys almost cream in their pants, watching this. I make you stand up, and place you facing the table, and leaning forward onto it so that your arse is pushed out. The men gather round to watch and I look at each of them in turn as I talk. "Right, I will use the spatula, but if anyone, and I mean anyone, thinks I'm not hitting hard enough, I will discount that blow, and repeat it harder. Satisfied?" There is a silent chorus of nods. You swallow in anticipation, your cunt leaking again. You aren't being consulted in this. You are my obedient pain slut, and you will do as I tell you. SMACK, the wood hits with a crack. There is no doubt I am hitting hard. You jerk, but make no sound. There is utter silence from the onlookers. On your brown cheek there is a patch with a darker hue from the impact. SMACK and another blow on the other cheek. I work my way round methodically, covering all your soft flesh, hitting with steady blows, patterning your arse, but most of them fall onto the sweet spot near the crease where your pleasure is greatest. At first you are silent, but then you begin to grunt, and move your hips. At one point I lean in and hiss, "Stand still toy. If you move again I'll start the hitting again from the beginning, and I'll restart it every time you disobey me." You know better than to refuse. But despite yourself, you cannot help clenching and unclenching your arse cheeks. They ripple in the overhead light, alive of their own accord, twitching with pain and sexual hunger. You are moaning now not with pain but with need. You need to be fucked, to taste a man, to please a man, to submit to your master's desires. All you can think off is having a cock in each of your needy holes. And then it stops. You are panting with lust, hot with desire. Again I push my fingers into your sopping cunt, and you whimper at the wonderful intrusion. I show the men the evidence of your slut nature, and then make you clean off the evidence with your mouth. But I refuse to let you have the release you crave. Instead, I tell you to go to the sofa and kneel on it. There, with your head and arms on the back, you kneel, your dark crimson bottom on display to everyone as we continue with the poker. The guys are somewhat distracted by what they have witnessed tonight. You have stripped yourself naked, lewdly showing yourself off to them. And then you have submitted to being beaten 45 times with a spatula purely because this is how much they were prepared to pay for. Now, they can see you kneeling naked on the sofa, as if waiting for one of them to take out his stiff cock and shove it deep into your sopping pussy. I am the only one at the table who can't see you without turning round, but I can tell from their glances in your direction that they are transfixed with your display. As a result, they aren't concentrating on the game and I have to play really badly in order to lose the £45 you have earned for me. But, somehow, I manage yet again to end up with no money, and once more I turn to you to get me back in the game. I can tell that this time I am going to have to provide something a bit special for them if I want them to pay up, and so I make the following suggestion. "Right lads, you've watched Nadine take off her clothes for you, and you've seen her take her punishment like a true slut - even getting wet from it. I reckon she is probably in need of some relief. How about you getting me back into the game in return for a cum show from her? This is the deal. For £20 I will tell her to bring herself off in front of you, but with her hands only. For £40, I will tell her to use her big black dildo in her cunt. But for £60, I will make her cum with her hands, but with that same dildo shoved up tight arse. And believe me, she cums much more loudly that way." We all hear a groan from the sofa. You stomach is clenching at the thought of displaying yourself like this in front of these men. They will be shown just how needy you are, how far you are prepared to go to satisfy me and your sexual desires. The show is too good to pass up, and £60 quid is on the table in a matter of seconds. I call you over to me. "Come here fuck-toy." Without being told, you know to climb off the sofa and crawl to me on your hands and knees. Your breasts with their engorged nipples sway as you move, and the pain in your buttocks is like a slow ache. But in between your legs there is a raging fire, and your mind is stripped of its inhibitions. You stop by my chair and look up at me, eager to please me. "These men want you to show them how loudly you can cum. Go and get your big black dildo and come back here." You leave on your hands and knees, showing off your naked arse as you leave the room. By the time you return with the dildo gripped in mouth like an obscene bone, the chairs from the table are now placed in front of the sofa, and my friends are sat waiting for their sex show. I lift you up and take the dildo from your mouth. Tenderly I kiss you, and I whisper in your ear. "Well done my love, you are doing wonderfully." I hear your sigh of pleasure at these words, and you melt into my arms. You were happy enough to perform before, but now you are filled with pride and happiness at my praise, and you are determined to give me and my friends a show that is amazing. You start by standing in front of the sofa, in the centre of our gaze. Slowly you run your hands over your body. Your eyes are half closed, looking at the intent faces of the audience, but also imagining my hands caressing you. You follow the curves of your waist and hips, the swelling of your tits and up your neck and through your hair. You move with such grace and passion, your body swaying as if rubbing against a lover. As you bring your hands back down, you squeeze your tits, massaging them. With your fingers you pinch and twist the stiffened nipples, making yourself whimper at the pain/pleasure of it, pulling them out so they make peaks of your meat sacks. And then, you lift each tit to your mouth, licking and suckling it, imagining my mouth tasting your flesh. Finally, before you sit down, you push a hand down to your shaven cunt, and lean forward, slipping two fingers into yourself. As you brush your tender clit and drive into the heat of your quim, you whimper, already close to climaxing. Those same wet fingers you then brush across your lips then slide deep into your mouth, licking and sucking them clean. You sit down and slowly part your legs, lifting your feet up onto the seat. Your cunt opens like an orchid, its pink wet flesh a startling contrast to your dark skin. Somehow, this is so much more erotic than a white woman doing it, because the sense of seeing your inner flesh is so much stronger. I pass you the dildo, and you look at me, love and desire in your eyes. You are doing this for me, for your Master, for the man who sees deep into your darkest desires, and allows you to act them out, and who loves you deeply as you do this. With your free hand you snake your fingers down to the oozing gash of your sex. With your other, you bring the dildo up to your mouth, and start to fellate it, pushing it deep into your mouth, and then coating it with your saliva as your slowly draw it out. There isn't a man there who isn't wishing that it was their prick buried in your mouth, wondering what it must feel like to have such loving expert attention. In time, and gradually increasing in speed, your fingers on your cunt and the dong in your mouth get faster, until you are fucking both your holes with abandon. The black prick is thrusting in and out so hard that sometimes you gag as it hits the back of your throat, and you wish it was me fucking you there, and that I would go further and drive deeper into you. Before you can get too high, you have the presence of mind to stop. Easing it out of your mouth, you transfer the lubricated dildo to your other wet orifice, parting the lips to guide it into your depths. Your mouth is partly open in lust, and with sightless eyes you gaze at the men, driving the cock up into your sex. You give a load moan. This is no porn star faking pleasure; the plastic invader really does feel so good, and you almost cum at that point, feeling so aroused and so fucking full. You bite your lips as you pull and push the length in and out of your clutching cunt. There is a loud squelching noise as your churn up your wetness. Your liquids are flowing so freely, they run down the crack of your arse and moisten the ring of your anus. This is so hot, you have to force yourself not to explode there and then. But no, your Master has commanded more, and you will not fail him. With your free hand you reach down to below your sex, and begin to rub your arse hole. Your body writhes at this contact, your arse being such an erogenous zone for you. Your moans and whimpers increase as you ease your anal ring open with your fingers, twisting them into yourself to dilate the opening in preparation for the dildo being lubricated in your other hole. Your eyes are now wide with self control as you fight the need to cum. This is so good, so close, so incredible. "But not yet", you hear me whisper in your head, "not yet. You will cum with the dildo in your arse." For this last stage, you turn over and kneel on the sofa. Your sex is now wide open, the black rod buried in it, and your puckered rose bud is also slightly enlarged. Reaching under, you pull the slick dildo from one hole, and place it at the entrance to the other, pulling one cheek away so that we can get a clear view of the action. At this point, you run into difficulties. You don't have the strength to push the plastic into you, despite your every effort. With only one hand, and at that angle, it keeps slipping away. You are whimpering with frustration, wanting so hard to please me, and tears start to form in your eyes. You look at me, desperately. "Please Master," you whisper with pleading in your voice "I need your help Master." With a smile of understanding I rise and step in close to you, grasping the dildo with my right hand. Gratefully you let go. "Pull both your cheeks apart with your hands." My order is firm, but said softly. You can tell I am not angry, but neither am I going to let you stop. In obedience, you pull both cheeks as far apart as possible, your head is bowed onto the back of the sofa. For those watching, this is even more arousing than watching you on your own. They can imagine themselves standing where I am, and they wish that you belonged to them so that they could have this incredible gift. And then I begin to push and twist the dildo. I need to push hard, and your voice cries out at being so brutally stretched. But you don't use the safe word, and so I continue to force the fake cock further into you. With a muffled scream you feel the head as it jerks into you - skewering you and filling you. But with that past the tight ring, you know that now the pleasure can begin - the pleasure of being sodomised by your Master. You let go of your arse cheeks, and support your self with one hand as the other returns to masturbating yourself. With practiced ease you find the swollen nubbin of your clit and with busy fingers strum yourself towards a shattering climax. And all this time, I am slowly twisting and fucking the shaft in and out of your bottom, while your fingers working away at your pleasure bud. Higher and higher the sensations spiral, each twist, thrust and friction increasing the tension in your middle. And then, like a hammer blow, the spasms hit, and you scream out loud as your body jerks and bucks. After the first drawn out wail, your body rigid with the intensity, you start to buck up against the prick in your arse. Each thrust provokes another cry of pleasure as you stimulate your cunt. Again and again you cry out, lost in the repeated climaxes rippling through your body. And then, at last, you have no more energy, and you collapse in a wet cum drenched heap on the sofa, your breath coming in ragged gasps, a smile of pleasure dancing across your lips. I lean down and kiss you. "Well done my pet; that was so well done." Poker and Nadine Ch. 02 "Ok guys, show's over. Let's get back to the cards." Like schoolboys being herded away from a school ground fight, my friends drift back to the table. But somehow, playing cards is no longer exciting enough. But any attempt to get me to talk about how I was lucky enough to have such an amazing wife is met with silence on my part. Had the show been less blatant or less erotic then at least they could have joked about t, or teased me. But now, each one of these men is taken up with thoughts of envy and lust. Each of them has a fire burning in them, and each has images of how they would posses, use and fill your body with their flesh and their cum. After a couple of hands, it is clear that the evening is almost over as far as they are concerned, and comments are made about how late it is and how they need to be getting back home. I lean back in the chair and drop the final bomb shell. "Well, before you go, I have one final thing to say. As you have gathered, my darling wife is not ashamed of showing off her hot body, or of her need to be punished. However, she doesn't really believe that she the hottest thing going on two legs, and that she is so sexy that most men would give their eye teeth just to have a blowjob from her. In fact, an hour before you arrived, she said that not even all of you guys would want that from her." "So, I bet her £60 that by the time you were ready to leave tonight, each of you would also be ready to sit there and let Nadine work her mouth magic on you. All she had to do was to obey me during the evening, and I promised her that you guys would be gagging for it at the end." "But for me to win the bet, not only must every of you be prepared to have a blowjob, but each of you must cum, either in her mouth or on her face. If not, then I have to give Nadine the money." Some of the guys look at you in query. Even after the evening's entertainment, they cannot believe that this is for real. From your place on the sofa you nod and smile shyly. It is obvious from how relaxed you are that there is no sign of coercion, that this is genuinely what I have described. Once they are satisfied that the bet is not some wind up, they huddle together once more to decide what to do. Some are a bit reluctant to let their mates watch them get such a treat, but they are quickly persuaded otherwise by the others. They know that all of them must take part, or none of them will be allowed to. After what they have seen, some of them are fit to blow already. Six guys, six blow jobs, and one sexy woman who has already performed a strip tease for them, had her bum spanked with a wooden spoon and then put on a sex show which would have done a professional porn star proud. It wasn't a fair choice to make, and it wasn't long before they had not only agreed to the challenge, but even the running order. First up is Alan, at 23 the youngest of the group, and he goes over to the sofa where he sits down, nervously. With a smile of welcome you slide off the sofa and kneel between his legs, rubbing your hands up his thighs and over the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. You know that at his age, he isn't going to be hard to please, and quickly get down to business. In a moment his zip is pulled down and an impressive weapon revealed for all to see. Alan's head falls back as you grip the shaft and start a slow pumping action, letting his pre-cum pool at the tip and be squeezed out by the movements. You lean forwards and gently lick at the swollen mushroom, caressing the tip with your tongue. Alan groans at the softness. Still pumping, you slowly lower your lips onto his cock, lifting up your hips as you do so to reveal a ripe peach ready to be plucked. Down you work, your tongue swirling, and then lift up equally slowly, your hand gently pumping as you go. Alan had been on edge most of the evening, having seen things that he hadn't even seen on a porn DVD. As a result, your gentle warm sucking and busy tongue have an almost immediate effect. With a strangled cry his hips push up and lock rigid. We don't need to see your throat working to know that Alan has beaten the three minute record and is feeding you your first meal of the evening. All too soon, it's over, and with a shamefaced look and to the sound of our jeers, Alan rejoins the rest of us at the table, ceding his place to Pete. Pete is a bit older, a bit wiser and thinks he will last longer. With a self satisfied look he sits down next to you, and without a word reaches down and kisses you. You eye him up cheekily, and softly whisper; "By the time I have finished, you won't have the energy for that." With that, you reach up and pull him down for a longer slower kiss. As his lips are pressed to yours you slide one hand along his trousers and begin rubbing his stiffened cock. You tease more with Pete, taking your time before you even begin to release his manhood. By the time you do so, your deep kissing and hand rubbing has begun to shorten his breath. Slowly, still pressing your mouth to his, you slide down the zip, your palm caressing the length as you do so, even pushing the zip back up several times in order to prolong the agony for him. By the time you reach in to pull out his prick, his eyes have started to slide back up into his head. This time you cup the shaft in your palm, rubbing your knuckles against his stomach. With your fingers open, you are able to lick up the length as if it were an ice-lolly. Slowly, taking your time, you concentrate on the soft area of the tube, not even touching the helmet. It is almost as if you are massaging his cum out of his balls with your tongue. Pete is now in an agony of suspense. He was expecting to have a quick blow job and to concentrate on lasting as long as possible. Instead, he is now frantic with desire and need, and you haven't even properly started yet. Taking mercy on him, every now and then you let your tongue drift to the sensitive head, even pushing into the little eye at the tip. Pete's vocal reaction indicates that you are on the button with your approach. With little cat licks you bathe the mushroom, wetting it and covering it with a tingle of sensations. You love giving and receiving oral sex and using your mouth, lips and tongue to stimulate a man's sexual desire. You are in no hurry here, deep in a sensuous world of your own. Pulling the rod towards you, you slide the tip towards the back of your tongue, keeping you mouth open and breathing gently onto the flesh. Into your mouth you let him travel, and then carefully clamp your lips onto him. With a slight suction, and creating a warm wet cocoon, you carefully pull back up, giving Pete the sensation that he is buried in your snatch. So slowly, so gently, so sweetly, you repeat this process; sliding his cock into your mouth and then sucking up carefully, that slight vacuum with your tongue and lips maintaining an erotic contact with his flesh. Despite himself, Pete's hips start to buck upwards as you drive down, and taking your cue from him, you match to his increasing rhythm. He, too, is lost in this, in the wonder of being serviced with such skill and dedication. His hips thrust harder and faster, and you match him in intensity. But you aren't silent either. Moans and whimpers escape from your mouth, muffled by his thick pistoning flesh. Your hands rub his thighs, a passionate caress of desire. Even though neglected and empty, your hips buck up and down in time with your head. These sounds and movements are all too much for Pete. To be given such pleasure by a woman who is showing all the signs of enjoying this as much as him is too much. Resting his hand on your head, he gives four long slow drives into your mouth, driving up as far as you let him before you start to pull away on his in stroke. Except that on the fourth, he doesn't move back, but locks rigid and grunts as is cum boils up his prick. He is exultant at his shedding into you, and the awareness of your busy throat makes the impact even more intense. With a sigh, his head slumps back and you sit up, a Cheshire cat grin on your face. Pete leans down and kisses you gently, and then looks over at me and grins lopsidedly. "That was fucking unbelievable mate. If you could bottle that, you would make your fortune." I already know how wonderful you are at this, having been the willing recipient of many happy hours of your practicing. Dave is next up. Watching you so expertly take care of Alan and Pete has left him in some discomfort, and he had been surreptitiously rubbing himself as he watched your naked arse moving up and down. Dave is not known for being subtle, and even as he is sitting down on the sofa, he has pulled his zip down and freed his straining cock, slowly pumping it up and down as if it were a stubby shotgun. As if reading his mind, you lean it and engulf him. What he lacks in length he makes up for in girth, and your lips are stretched wide around him, but you seem to take him further than anyone else so far, all in one long slow swallow. There is nothing slow and teasing about you this time. Like him, you are hungry, hungry for food, for pleasing, to be of service. This time, you are frantic, active, busy with your mouth and hands. There is an urgency about you fueled by having already received the tribute of two men, and three more to follow before you are allowed your own release. You seem like a starving woman, matching Dave's own urgency. His eyes are wide at your eagerness to coax his cum from him, and he is caught up in the moment. When you push his hand out of the way and start to pump him in time with your movements, humming with pleasure, he is undone. He places his hands on either side of your head and holds you still as he thrusts in and out, curling his hips up and back. After several minutes of being buried in the welcome of your mouth, Dave too succumbs, and his seed spills onto your tongue where you savour its saltiness before swallowing it. Malcolm and Colin are mates, and where one is, so the other will be too. In this case, they opt to take you on at the same time. In fact, they even suggest that they double time you at each end, but I am adamant. The deal is blow jobs only, though you are more than happy to take care of both of them at the same time if they wish. You are now like a child in a sweet shop. You have two toys to play with, and nothing gets you going like a challenge. Before they sit down, Malcolm and Colin have taken their pants down, and are obviously more than ready for anything you may care to do. The sight of you so happily pleasuring my friends, along with your earlier show and the ripe evidence of your arousal has raised the sexual temperature. In fact, they are almost half way to creaming just from the pretty picture of you kneeling in front of them by the sofa. They sit down, one on either side of you. Wide eyed with a smile on you lips, you reach out a hand to each joystick, curling your fingers around each erection and sliding your hand up and down each one simultaneously. Every now and then you lean over one of them and lick the flesh and suck the tip, tasting the musk as if eating a melting ice cream cone. Sometimes your tongue laps the top in a broad stroke, and sometimes it swirls around the ridge. Malcolm and Colin are in seventh heaven, and they have to tear their eyes away from your happy face to glance at each other. Eventually, you tire of only getting one cock at a time. You lean into the gap between the two guys and pull their manhoods towards you, rubbing both pricks against your cheeks, licking and sucking them alternately. At one point you manage to get both heads into your mouth at the same time, and you look up at the friends through your eyelashes, somehow managing to look both innocent and incredibly naughty and sexy at the same time. The guys decide that you need a helping hand, and they both turn towards you, starting to pump themselves in earnest. "ok darling" Colin growls, "We've watched you drink our cum down. Lets see how you cope with some face cream." You laugh happily and purr back "I can cope with all the cream you have for me. I'll even rub it in for you to make my skin soft if you ask me nicely." With intent looks on their faces, Colin and Malcolm masturbate faster and faster, and you encourage them with licks and kisses, purring and encouraging them with sly looks and giggles. Malcom explodes first as you are in the middle of sucking Colin's prick, and the first ropy jet splashes on your cheek. Quickly you turn to your first shooter, your head tilted back slightly and your eyes closed. As a result, the rest of the load lands on your nose and lips, a perfect hit. Your tongue snakes out and you lick the jism of your lips carefully, afraid of wasting it. Turning back to Colin, you smile a cum smile as if to say to tease him with his friend's success. He is almost there, and the sight of you looking so slutty is all he needs. With a cry, he lets loose his own salvo, his jerking spraying his cum over a wider area. Some lands on your forehead and the rest down your left cheek. As a parting treat, you lean forward one final time and clean up the last of their man juice, licking the final traces off their shrinking cocks. Five men have now had the pleasure of your oral talents, and only Pat is left. He is the oldest amongst us, softly spoken with a dry sense of humour. He has a quiet intensity, and we really don't know that much about him. He has been happy to follow the lead of the rest of us, and I have wondered what is going through his mind. Without a word, he takes his place on the sofa. But then, he pulls you up between his legs until you are kneeling upright. Gently he places both his hands on your face, cupping your cheeks, his thumbs brushing your lips. His eyes bore into you, and you feel as if he is opening you up inside. In his time, he tips his head forward and kisses you, a slow lingering passionate kiss, and you feel you breath come short. Only one man has the ability to do that to you so easily; Me, your Master, and you feel your self slip into that familiar subspace where you surrender your body and your inhibitions to me. When the kiss is broken, you look back into his eyes with a new understanding. He smiles and speaks gently to you. "Your Master is a very fortunate man to have the submission of such a wonderful slut." You are filled with pride, pride that your service has been recognised, pride that your Master has been complimented, and pride that this man has seen the truth inside you. This is to be different. The other men you have played with. They are vanillas, unable to see beyond the act, unable to see the beauty and poetry of your sweet service. But this man knows, and sees, and honours what he sees. When your face is released, you bend reverently to Pat's lap, and pull down the zip. There is no teasing here, no playing. You see in Pat a Dominant like your Master, and for the moment your purpose is to serve him. Even through the fabric of his pants, you bow to kiss the bulge of his erection. Your kiss is as lingering as his was on your lips, the heat of your passion and devotion making the imprisoned flesh jerk as if shocked. With infinite care you reach in and coax his flesh out, a virgin leading a unicorn. Your focus is so attentive, so submissive, that all of us are silent in wonder at your care. You cup your hands as if in prayer, the rigid column nestling in your palms, kissing the warm soft skin. Gently you nuzzle him, rubbing your cheek up and down the downy softness, marveling at the hardness under the velvet. With soft butterfly kisses you pepper the purple exposed skin of the bulbous head, arching your head and neck so as to leave no part of his sex un-worshipped. As you did with Pete, you lick the length of him, wetting him, caressing him, bathing him. But this time, you are more focused, more gentle. Each stroke starts at the base, down by the wrinkled sac and doesn't finish until your tongue has run out of flesh to brush against, and then you return to the beginning, creating a hypnotic rhythm. You are creating a rhythm of sex and desire, lust and passion, service and submission. At last, your lips return to kissing and softly sucking Pat's sex. Bit by bit, you take him into yourself, receiving him like an honoured guest into a palace. Your lips and tongue are like wet silk, and once he is inside, you push down so that he is lodged almost at the back of your throat. And at that point, you send the most erotic signal you can to this man. You lift your hands off his manhood and clasp your fingers behind your neck. You are adopting a slave submission pose, even as you fellate this man. With your hands held in this way you are signaling vulnerability and openness. In this way you are giving your self as freely as you are allowed. And all this while, you are moving your lips up and down his hardness. At the up stroke, only the head is still enclosed in your hot warmth. But then, descending like a snowflake in still air, you drive his sex as far as you can unaided into your throat. This act, this giving of your throat is a special treat, a gift you do not give lightly. It took you many months of practice, often with tears of frustration, to learn to open and swallow my cock so that your lips could kiss to the base of my shaft. But with that practice came a true appreciation of how erotic and arousing it was to me, and how strong a trigger it was to my own spending. As yet, though, you still need assistance to open completely. Each thrust down is stopped when the head reaches the back of your throat, but you don't have the strength unaided to actually swallow him into you. Watching you intently, and acutely aware of the effort you are making, he puts his hand on your head. But before he does anything else, he looks over to me. He doesn't want to do anything that would cause you harm or discomfort. "It's ok, that is what she wants. She needs you to push her onto yourself, and she knows how much more exciting it is for me when I do that." With that re-assurance, Pat's fingers tighten in your hair, and with a grunt he pushes you down as his hips buck up. To an observer, it appears as if you have no choice, but you can sense that at the first sign of discomfort his hands would move away instantly and he would stop. The caution in his actions comforts you and helps you to relax your throat. With his help, you feel the size of him descend into you, filling you, and you are thrilled to be able to please him, and your Master, in this way. At this lowest point, you swallow, letting the rippling of your throat massage the sensitive glans. Despite the hand on your head, you don't feel any resistance to lifting up as before, but your are aware that on the downward stroke, his hand is urging you and the thrust of his hips drives his prick to slide in further. A sense of abandonment enters you, and you become the sweet slut submissive you are deep down inside. This extravagant use of you sets you free, and you hum with pleasure at his control of you. Between you, you set up an intense rhythm taking the penetration to its extreme. Each up stroke is slow and lingering, and each down stroke is hard and aggressive, as if he is using you entirely for his pleasure. And each time your lips reach his pubic hair, he holds for a couple of seconds while you hum and swallow, maximizing his enjoyment. Faster and faster the pounding goes. This is no longer felatio, it's a skull fuck, and you are so absorbed by the act that you are hardly aware of your juices running down the insides of your thighs. Pat's head has dropped back, and he is lost in your submission and your gift of pleasure. He finds the path to his climax and sets a final rhythm, slower and more intense, gripping your hair in his fists. Each stroke is controlled and steady, and he only has to do this eight more times before he finally buries himself in you for the final thrust. After the first spurt down your open throat he lets you up and empties the rest of his cream onto your tongue. You wait patiently until he has finished. Poker and Nadine Ch. 02 When he withdraws his cock, you open your mouth to show his seed and gaze into his eyes. Then you close your lips, swallow, and open again to show how good you have been. Pat smiles softly and shakes his head. "Damn, you are good. If you were mine, I would feel like a king." He looks over at me and grins. "If you ever feel that your lady is too much to handle, just let me know. I would sure as hell like to take your place, or die trying." It is some time later. All the guest have gone, and I have taken you upstairs and run a hot bath for you. You are tired, but pleased. You had wondered what it would be like to service a number of men like that, and along with the scene before hand, you were amazed at how successful it had been, But above all, you are grateful to me for allowing this to happen, for encouraging this side of you to be opened up, displayed and shown off. But, you are also aware that there is one final act of the night. I have ordered you to strip naked for my pleasure and the pleasure of my friends. I have spanked you with a spatula until you are wet with your juices. You have put on a sex show and brought yourself off while I used a dildo in your bum. And finally, you have pleasured six men with your mouth, drinking the cum of four of them. But, as yet, you have not had a chance to please me directly. You are tired, yet still aroused, so aroused that you know you could not sleep unless you were allowed to orgasm at least once more, and you long to pleasure me, to take me into you, to have me shed myself into you. After the bath, you come downstairs to the living room where I am reading. You are completely naked, and your skin is fresh and sweet smelling, glittering from the bath blaster you used. As always, you nudity inspires me. You submission is like a drug for me, and knowing that you are always so completely open to me arouses my lust and deepens my love for you. I stand and hold out my arms, and you snuggle into me, purring with happiness, and wriggling with anticipation as to what I will demand from you. "So my sweet, I hope you enjoyed your play this evening?" You giggle into my chest and look up at me, grinning. "Yes Master, and thank you so much for letting me have so much fun." "I saw the effect that Pat had on you. I think he knows an awful lot more about the D/s scene than I would ever have guessed." I see you blush, and your eyes drop nervously. "What is it my pet," I ask. "Did he do something to upset you and I hadn't spotted it? There is a whisper from you "No Master. In fact, I enjoyed all the things that took place, even with your friend Pat. But that is the problem." And here, you look up at me, a determination to be honest in your face. "You are my Master, and I love you. But when he touched me, kissed me and looked into my eyes, it was as if another Master had stolen my soul for that moment. I was his slut for that time, and I am ashamed for betraying you." Upset in clear in your eyes, and I can start to see tears well up in your dark eyes. I draw you down to the sofa and hug you close as I search your heart and try and comfort you. "Shhhhh my pet, my darling. I saw how you responded to him, and I was impressed and proud of you." You look up at me, bewildered. I smile down, confident in the strength of your love for me. "It is obvious that he is a Dominant and that he knows how to act in such a way as to bring out the submissive in you. In addition, you were highly aroused, and I presented you to him naked and eager to serve him." I kiss you gently and slowly on your soft lips. "You responded as you are, as a submissive responding to a Dominant who has my permission to find his pleasure in you. If you had done anything else I would have been surprised." "But Master, I wanted to serve him, to please him. Surely I am betraying you in that way?" "Let me ask you some questions my love. Firstly, you say you served him; that you felt a strong desire to please him?" Feeling somehow that you are betraying me, you answer hesitantly. "Yes, as if he were you." I smile reassuringly. "Secondly, then, as you were pleasing him, did you love me any the less?" "No Master, of course not." "Good. Then let me ask another question. If he and I were standing here before you, and both of us were calling to you, who would you run to?" You look incredulous at a question with such an obvious answer. "Why you Master. Only you understand me properly and know how much I need to be owned, but also to be displayed." "Well done my love. In that case, I only have one more question. Why did you seek to please him?" You stop, and think. So often, when you have been puzzled by your feelings, or felt confused, I have led you to an understanding of yourself through asking questions. I never give you the answers, but I guide you to the right questions, and then you see the answers for yourself. This familiar routine relaxes you and calms you. Your Master still loves you and cares for you, and with that realization comes the answer to your feelings. "I sought to please him because you gave me to him, and because he reminded me of you. I wanted to please him as if he were you. I wanted to please you." With that understanding, I see you smile, relieved that you have found a safe path through your doubt and fears. I knew that you would be overwhelmed by emotions after our time that evening, and that you would need to be led gently to a place of rest and peace. You reach up to me and kiss me. "Thank you Master, for guiding me, for teaching me, for understanding me. Please let me serve you I beg you. Please use me for your pleasure in whatever way you want." You have such a plaintive, pleading way of saying that; it makes my cock stiffen in expectation. Whatever I desire will excite you, but you love to give yourself unreservedly to me, and at these times for me to be extravagant in my use of you. You shiver inside as you hear my voice harden in reply. "Then kneel my slut pet. I have seen six men take their pleasure in your body, and I need to reclaim you for my own." With instant and eager obedience you slip once more to your knees, your head bowed, your knees apart, your hands behind you, crossed at the wrist at the small of your back. I pull my own zip down and pull out my stiffening prick, holding it towards you with my left hand. With my right I reach towards you and cup your cheek, turning your head up towards me. "Tonight, I am going to use you for my pleasure. I am going to take you in my time, in my way. Are you ready to submit completely to that?" My words thrill you. The sense of danger as to what I may demand sends shivers through you, but also an answering desire to be used in just that way, as a living sex toy, a fuck pet with no desires or needs of your own. You nod, mutely, your eyes wide and focused on me. I smile, and then draw your head down to my crotch. I noticed how easily you took Pat deep into you, and I want again to feel that pleasure for myself. With my hands gripping your hair so tightly in my desire, you too sense that I will want that, and as I push you onto me you open your throat and swallow me in. You have never taken me so quickly and easily before, and you are pleased at the ease with which it happens. I have such a need to cum in you, so arousing was the evening for me, and I am not overly gentle with you as I pull you up and push you back on me. But you make every effort to keep up, using the pause on the downward thrust to swallow me and seek my pleasure. But although intensely erotic, it isn't enough for me. "On the sofa slut, kneel and present your arse to me. Pull those cheeks apart and bow down so that I can take use your bottom. Your heart is pounding as you swiftly climb onto the sofa and do my bidding. Usually I am considerate and gentle, taking my time to loosen your anal ring, rubbing it and lubricating it appropriately before I even start to try entering you there. But, there are times when you know that my need is intense, and during those times you have made it clear that I am to take you there and not worry about your pain and discomfort. If it becomes too much, then you have promised to use the safe word, but otherwise you give yourself for this as a way of demonstrating your devoted submission to me. I stand close to you and hold my hardness against your puckered ring, your dark rose of pleasure. It isn't just the fact that it is a different entrance that makes this so intense, it is the fact that you freely give me what so many women would refuse their boyfriends, lovers or husbands. You love the forbidden aspect of this as much as I do, the significance of the submission that this means, this use of your body in such a perverted way. I hold myself steady and start to push in with my hips, feeling your body pushed away by the resistance of that tightly closed passage. You whimper in discomfort, your fingers still digging into the soft flesh of your buttocks as you lever them apart to ease my way into you. "Push Master, push hard into me. Take me there please, and make me yours." Your pleading reaches to me, and I almost decide not to do this. But I realize that to stop now would leave you feeling like a failure, and you would be inconsolable. You long for this as much as I do, for different reasons of course, but with as much passion. I place a steadying hand on your hip, gripping you to hold your body steady, and brace myself as again I try to gain an entrance. You push back, trying so hard to take me into you. With a groan you feel your anus being stretched, and at last you know that you are about to be conquered. With a loud cry from you of pain mixed with triumph I suddenly break through, and like a victor claiming a prize your sphincter tightens around the head of my cock now lodged firmly in your arse. I wait a minute, letting you breath and relax until the shock of my sudden victory passes. But I am in; the crisis of a potential failure is past. You signal your readiness to me by pushing back again, pushing your tightly stretched ring down my shaft by scant millimeters. In response, I jerk in a fraction, and wait. Every few seconds I edge in a little bit more, feeling your muscle clench me as I drive in a little bit further. You are losing the sense of pain, and a pleasant ache is taking over, an ache you know will turn into pleasure as your passage relaxes and accepts this conqueror lodged within. Eventually I am completely in. My hips are pressed hard against your soft cheeks, and you know yourself completely and happily possessed by your Master. You turn your head and look back at me, tears of pain and happiness mixed in your eyes. You whisper to me. "Thank you Master. Thank you for taking me this way, for teaching me the joy of being your submissive and pleasing you. My arse is yours Master, all I ask is that you take all the pleasure you can from me." You lay your head down on the sofa back, a smile on your lips, your eyes half shut as your abandon yourself to my fucking. I can see the expression your face as I commence my pulling out and driving in, the steady rhythm of sex. You are secure in the pleasure you are giving me, and secure in my love and appreciation of you. As I push in you buck your hips back to me, a willing participant in this union. As I pull my shaft back out, you clench more tightly to increase the friction for me. As I ease open the way until it is like butter, your sighs of pleasure turn to moans. You are finding that pleasure; that bittersweet pleasure of anal sex, and your arousal is climbing. Harder and harder I start to thrust, driving in and out with more force, seeking a greater intensity. Your moans increase in volume and are mixed with cries of passion. For you this is now as good as vaginal sex, and you are traveling your own path to orgasm. To feel your Master's cock buried in your bottom, sawing in and out, and to feel the pleasurable sensations produced combine to reduce you to a sexual animal knowing only desire for your Master. "Listen to me my Pet. I am close to cumming. I want you to start rubbing your cunt. Rub yourself for me, bring yourself off so that I can feel your climax as I come." You whimper again at this, knowing that you must obey me, and yet wanting this to be my pleasure only. But when you drop your fingers to your sex, you are still amazed at the wetness, the swollen wetness of your arousal. I haven't touched your pussy, and yet it is as wet as if I have fucked it for an hour. Your cries are now frantic as you rub your lips and clit, bucking at the electric shocks generated by the sensitive nerve endings. This is too good, too exciting. You are so close to the edge, and there is nothing that can stop you now. A keening wail comes from you as you feel yourself about to tumble off the edge into the star lit freefall of your orgasm. "Cum now slut, cum for Daddy. Cum for me." My words of command are like a percussion cap, except that the explosion is the muscle cramping intensity of your climax. "Oh Fuuuuuck Master. I'm Cumming, I'm Cumming, I'm Cuuuuuuumimg" Like a drowning woman you are swept away in the sensation, your cries becoming incoherent, and your body jerking with the waves of pleasure. This exhibition of such mind blowing pleasure which I have caused triggers my own long delayed cumming, and as your anal ring locks hard onto me, my cum spurts up and into the dark cavern of your rectum, splashing the walls with my cream. As I climax I pull you hard against me, relishing your soft feminine body as it convulses under my command, and rejoicing in the pleasure I can bring you. But, even this storm must pass, and we are left drifting in the calm of spent desire. I caress your back, running my fingers along your spine, stroking your soft skin. Your eyes are shut now, your lips partly open in a smile of satisfaction. You have pleased your Master, and shared in a time of wonderful love making. As I stroke you, you drift in a reverie, content to just continue kneeling in submission until such time as I take us both to bed.