1 comments/ 16363 views/ 3 favorites The Takeover of Brooke & Co. Ch. 02 By: MrDeviant If you've read my story "The Taking of Brooke and Co." this is a continuation of it, enjoy. If not, you've missed a lot; you may want to read it first. For those who don't below is a quick summation of it. Currently Brooke is tied face down to my bed, my cock in her mouth and 3 of her acquaintances (1 aunt and 2 friends) as well as an unknown blonde we met while fucking on her car in a parking lot are downstairs in my dungeon, locked into place with various machines using them. Brooke is a lovely Nubian goddess of 19 years of age wrote to me as a fan. She even went so far as to send me pictures of herself and friends and not all of them were G-rated. Eventually after corresponding to this lovely lass so long I had enough information to find her---and I did! Of their own accord all the women entered my house and gave themselves to me as their Master. Each has been well used and fucked and a new day is dawning as we speak. How can I tell? Well the alarm would normally be a good clue but at the moment the best clue is my morning rod growing up into a willing throat. I looked down my naked body enjoying the sight of a gorgeous 19 year old who told me she enjoyed sucking off long, thick cocks doing just that. Although she had been tied face down in my crotch I had left enough slack to let her do exactly what came naturally to her. Saliva, both wet and dried, covered my hard member as she slowly licked me from top to bottom and back again. Taking her gently in my hands I instructed her to always look me in the eyes whenever she sucked on my cock as a good slut should show in her eyes how much she desires the privileges she is granted. A look of lust crossed her face before she turned back to her task and ever so slowly took me inch by inch into her. My hands massaged her back winding their way slowly, unerringly, down to her nubile, firm buttocks. Squeezing her asscheeks in my large hands I let her know how much I was aroused by the attentions of a young nymphomaniac like herself. Kissing her forehead when she stopped for a moment I told her of how much I desired to use her properly. "Tonight my dear slutty Brooke," I said lovingly, "we are going out. All you will wear is a tight, light colored top, a very short skirt matching the color of the crotchless panties you will be wearing underneath and your highest, narrowest heeled set of black leather fuck me pumps. From now until then I want you to prepare yourself mentally for the evening." Leaving her alone for a moment I went downstairs to check on the slaves in the basement. Aileen was still bound on her knees with the cocksucking machine going and her body covered in her own drool from all the moisture she'd created while taking the massive prong in her, Mischelle was so deep in subspace there was a possibility she'd never leave it after her run-in with my machine version of a dual penetration, Myra's breasts were still being pumped, her nipples enlarged greatly and the unknown blonde was still bound with her legs and arms above her head as the Fuckzall went on about its business. "How are my lovely sluts this morning," I inquired. Each woman tried to answer at once and I had to take each in turn. All were good health-wise although a few were sore. None, however, wanted their treatment to stop, to leave my service for a minute or more. Myra moaned as the first drops of her milk finally began to be pulled from her nipples. I watched in fascination as the liquid flowed out of her, around the plastic sleeve of the pump and then out the bottom of it to be collected. Squeezing Myra's breasts I watched her reaction as I told her about how her bisexual lover Brooke had been the reason she is now being milked by like a cow. I also told her how it was my desire to see her with her breasts giving me milk on a regular basis. Brooke would be assigned the daily duty of milking them. Lining myself up with her mouth I had her work to milk me of my baby making fluid, but before she had the opportunity to do so I pulled out of her and, from behind, entered her sweet, tight cunt. I could feel her trying to rock herself onto my hard prong, to take me as deep as she could, as if she were trying to get me deep enough in her to make her pregnant with a single shot. Lucky for me that is not a consideration, I fire blanks. Pounding her fast and hard, giving her all the cock she can handle, I release until she is overflowing with my male juices. Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! The staccato sounds of my spanking Myra rang throughout the room as I left my large handprints in red on her luscious derriere. Bending forward I turned her face toward mine and kissed her fiercely. The look of lust in her eyes told me she desired the treatment I was giving her as much as I enjoyed giving it to her. The pumps attached to her very sensitive and enlarged nipples swung with each pump into her no matter how hard and each swat to her lovely rump as well. Loud enough for everyone to hear I explained how each of their previous lives had ended when they met me and how those who pleased me would, in turn, be allowed pleasure themselves. Those who displeased me would be subjected to my tender mercies—and I have no mercy. Picking up a phone, the number I dialed unseen; I called a friend of mine to assist me. My response from him was that he could stop over after work until I told him coming over was work. 30 short minutes later Brian showed up on my doorstep with his work tools in hand. "Where to," he asked succinctly as I led him down to the basement. Brian's eyes went wide as he saw the dungeon with 4 naked, bound, hot, wet, slutty bitches in it. "Starting your own whorehouse," he inquired, "harem or just having fun for the day?" "Harem actually," I replied, "and each needs some body modifications." Slapping Aileen on the shoulder I told him that each of the women was to get a number of piercings on either side of their pussy so it could be cinched together with several small locks thereby making it impossible for them to do more than touch themselves or pee. Sex would be an impossibility unless it was with the holder of the keys---me! Next each woman was to get her nipples pierced, except for my milk slave, as well as her clit and her tongue. A permanent chain was to be connected between of the nipple piercings and would be immediately obvious if they wore any clothes that revealed the breasts in the slightest. Finally, at least for now, each of them was to be tattooed on their asscheeks with my tattoo of ownership. Brian started by sanitizing everything from the smallest needle to the gynecologists' table before beginning. Next he had me bring the women to him one by one. A large container of heavy stainless steel rings sat beside him, the rings in a solution to keep them sterile and very clean. Mischelle was the first woman to spread her legs for his special treatment. Brian would begin by shaving Aileen of any hairs or stubble that was in the way. Then, her smooth skin cleaned of stray hairs, he would tighten her restraints so that she would not, could not, struggle and hurt herself on him. Next he would mark each of the spots to be pierced so as to give the proper effect when looking at the rings. A large spreader was suggested by me before the piercings were done to prevent screaming. The spreader allowed things to enter each slave's mouth but not allow them to scream. I would have loved to hear each of their screams but it would have made Brian's job more difficult. Plus, since each was going to have their tongues pierced it was the perfect device to prevent Brian from getting bitten accidentally. Aileen was the first one up for modification and her naked form was strapped down quickly and efficiently whereupon Brian's vicious looking straight razor was applied to her bikini area after an application of shaving cream. Stroke by stroke Brian removed what little hair was there until Aileen was smooth as could be. Next a speculum was used to spread her lower lips as wide as possible. A silent scream escaped Aileen's lips as her clit was pierced but it could not escape her mouth let alone the basement dungeon we where in. Due to the pain Aileen passed out temporarily which made the permanent rings attached to her labial lips easier to insert. The locks were inserted into place locking her lips together as he proceeded to pierce her tongue. Aileen was then put back into the method of bondage she was before and the process was repeated until all four women were done; only Myra's nipples were not pierced. While Brian was working I'd gone upstairs to get Brooke. After a quick blowjob from her I took her downstairs. She was surprised to see Brian, but was even more taken aback by the modifications each woman now possessed. "The only one who has not had her breasts modified with nipple piercings is Myra. I plan to keep her as our personal milk maid. As you can see she has already begun to produce a little milk and soon enough it will be a constant flow. Your duty, among other things you do to keep me satisfied, will be to make sure to empty the container her milk drains into and to help me train these sluts properly. What do you think dear Brooke?" I asked knowing the answer already. "Whatever you desire Master. I am your slut to do with as you please," she replied. "Very good dear. Please go grab my riding crop from the wall and bring it back here," I intoned. Quickly she ran to the wall to get it and brought it back. It whooshed through the air to land on her asscheeks firmly after she handed it to me. "Slaves do not walk. They crawl on all fours. Do not forget it again! Now assume the same position as Myra right alongside her," her response to my intonation was instant. My naked body, Brian now packed up and gone, walked behind each of the side by side women. Each had the most perfect, made to be spanked, made to be fucked, ass. "Kiss her Brooke," I said as I massaged each of the women in turn. Their fine hard-bodied asses moved in response to my large hands pulling and pushing on their skin. Brooke had joined Myra in a kiss that had both women tingling as evidenced by the goosepimples being raised on their skin. "Does she taste good Brooke," I inquired. "Yes Master. Wonderful," she replied. "And how does Brooke taste to you Myra," I further questioned the other woman. "Like warm cinnamon toast Sir," she replied. Staccato slaps, playful slaps, landed on the women in rapid succession leaving a glowing reminder of each hand's passing. Then, walking in front of them, I placed my member against Myra's lips and pushed forward. Brooke then began licking me as well as her girlfriend. "Tasty, slaves?" I asked. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," they purred together. "Let them continue a bit," I thought to myself as this dynamic duo worked my cock over like never before. Myra's mouth was doing magical things to my cock as Brooke worked to eat all the secretions that were carried out of her friend off my cock as well as her. From time to time Brooke would lick underneath my cock as well as taking my cum-laden balls in her mouth and hum a happy tune. My thrusting was sporadic, not wanting to cum too fast and all, but it soon enough I was feeling the need to release. Taking my organ from Myra's mouth I dragged it across her cheeks slowly to allow myself time to calm down. By the time I got to Brooke's mouth it was obvious how much she wanted it. The look in Brooke's eyes told me to stop torturing her and get it down her throat. I knew from Brooke's writings, from her X-rated photos, that she enjoyed a long, thick, hard cock cumming down her throat. The mere feel of the submissive act excited her as she truly was a submissive. She loved men who took control and that is what I'd done since the moment I'd found her. The sight of my 6' tall, brown-haired, hazel green-eyed body in front of her, my hard white member working its way to the back of her throat slowly was turning her on immensely. It was nearly as much as her long, dark hair, gorgeous breasts, pierced tongue, smooth legs and contrastingly darker skin were turning me on. My fingers ran through her hair pulling it to the side to allow me to see her slutty, submissive countenance as she went down on me. My sword seemed to lengthen with each and every descent her mouth made upon it. The muscles in her were rippling as she started to gulp air to take me in deeper. It was as I'd thought I hit bottom that my cum poured straight into her. She pulled from me for a moment to show me my large load, swallowed and then demonstrated to me that every drop was gone. "Stay where you are slave Brooke. You may kiss and play with slave Myra but she and you may not cum," I said as I walked over to the other women who'd each been put back in the way they were before their modifications. Mischelle was sitting in a puddle of her own juices as the dual penetration machine had "accidentally" been set to a higher level. And, since Mischelle's pussy had been sealed shut, she was now in the process of getting dp'ed anally. "Impressive," I thought, "I would not have thought she'd be able to take both at once there." Her breasts were jiggling from the thrusting and the chain that connected them was keeping them together well. Putting myself into position I teased her sealed lower lips as I let her taste the other women off of my cock. With her pussy sealed, her mouth full and her ass doubly full Mischelle was nearly airtight. Of course the anal dp ruined the airtight seal just a bit. A slight pull on her new rings got her attention as she ran her other newest piercing over my flesh pole. The feel of it was incredible as it tickled the part of my cockhead underneath where it joins to the shaft of my cock. Sucking hard my member responding accordingly and I felt the need to pull myself deeper, harder, more firmly into her mouth. Taking her it seemed I was in her stomach and let loose with several hard shots of cum. Next, I went to the unknown blonde and had her work on my member as well. It took some time to get me back to full hardness, but, once there I removed the Fuckzall from her pussy, which had been left unlocked previously and which was so wet it seemed a river ran out of it, and filled her with my human cock. By this time she was as I expected a horny, babbling, drooling, cumming piece of female flesh. Ramming myself inside her I went back and forth letting her taste the juices she deposited on my cock. When I finally pushed myself into the space between her asscheeks she barely cared as long as I was inside her she seemed to be fine. The blonde mewed as I slowly stroked her insides, a smile crossing her face even bigger than the one on mine. Both large hands held her cheeks firmly together. I did it as much for the pleasure of enjoying her flesh in my hands as for the pleasure the extra tightness afforded my cock. Pulling myself out I gave the blonde an unexpectedly hard thrust as I took her hair in hand and pulled her into a kiss so intense to almost anyone else it would appear brutal in that intensity. How long I'd been going I did not know but I thanked myself for the repeated doses of Viagra I'd given myself as a bolster. After all 1 on 5 is not fair odds, even the best of men begin to lose their erection after multiple times cumming in a short period. I had to remind myself just how much of a freak Brian was. I hired him for the work he did for just that reason and I knew that those he locked shut and those he left available were done so to satisfy his urge for the unusual. Hence why he'd sealed Mischelle shut—because he wanted her dp to be something special indeed. It is also the reason, I suspect; he left the others available for use. Heaven loves us freaks; why else would he keep us around? Or, if you ask some of my freakish lady friends, why did he seem to give us all the larger cocks then the "vanilla" men of the world? Having taken enough time with the other, keeping them all wet and horny, I went back to the wettest, horniest, sexiest, sluttiest one of them all: Brooke. Taking Brooke aside I pushed her up against the nearest wall and told her to suck me like she had her life depending up on how good a job she did. Her tongue, its ring/piercing dancing across my member, soon had me ready to use other parts of her body. Raising up just a bit I slid my cock between her breasts, through that valley of pleasure, into the nirvana that willing mouth of her could bring me. Pulling her forcefully to my root I gave her no leeway except to act like the submissive fucktoy she always wrote to me that she wished to be. As her mouth did its work on my member I began to think of how she'd let other men use her body, of how they'd made her strip and fuck with her dad in the next room, of how they had tried to get her drunk to do things, but how they had no clue as to her real nature. Making sure the other women were locked into place, I headed out the door pulling Brooke out behind me with my fingers crooked inside her pussy to do so. "Time for you to get dressed," I said, "We are going out." I had her put on what she had at the club when I her originally and, though it was sexy indeed, it was not slutty enough. "What are the directions to your house?" I inquired watching the look of confusion in her eyes. Arriving there as fast as I could get there I had her take me in with her to get some things. "Where are your clothes? I want you to wear the sluttiest outfit you have." She led me to her bedroom which looked to have come out of some 1950's version of a female bedroom. It was pink, frilly and submissive looking in its description. Her closet, however, was altogether another matter. Opening her closet doors, going to the back of the closet, boxed up and hidden away were all her sluttiest, most submissive, thoughts and dreams. Inside one box was undergarment after undergarment. The panties, mostly crotchless, were in numerous colors. Every color one could imagine was there except for the dominant colors of red and black. Bras, apparently, she did not believe in unless they left her nipples completely visible. Each bra was either a half-cup, had nipple cutouts or was simply a framework for holding her breasts in place. The bras and panties weren't the only clothes. No, in addition there was fetish wear in rubber, latex, silk, satin, leather and lace. It took me a second but some of her fetish wear I realized was of the paint on variety. The liquid latex allowed one to literally paint one's clothes on however one choose thereby allowing them to show as much or as little as they felt like. Another box, buried even further in the back, was filled with various toys. Dildoes, both single and double, vibrators, strap-ons, nipple clamps, ropes, cuffs and more filled the box. What came next was even more interesting—the third box. Opening the last box I found it to be filled with implements of every kind. I chuckled to myself when I realized that she'd purchased a lot of them from an online friend of mine, herself a submissive, who makes these kinds of adult toys. Floggers, whips, clappers, cat-o-nine tails, single tails and more filled the chest-sized box to past the ¾ mark. "Such a nice collection you have here my pet. Now put on a framework bra, matching crotchless panties, a nice, light, see-through top and a skirt. Those fuck me pumps over there will be fine," I said pointing. Quickly Brooke got dressed and we left. Driving to the worst part of town I found a billiard hall and in we walked. Every eye in the place was on us as we proceeded to play a few rounds. If she didn't know how to play she did shortly after we got there. Taking the lead I broke and then assisted her with each shot. She was doing pretty well until her first scratch of the cue ball. Two dark eyes glared back at her after she'd hit him in the back and he'd missed his shot as a result. The Takeover of Brooke & Co. Ch. 02 "Hey," he shouted, "either teach that bitch to play or get her out of here. We have money on these games." "My apologies," I said, "it won't happen again." Taking one of the already sunk balls out I had Brooke go ask for some sanitizing gel. Amazingly they had it. Then cleaning the ball I had her insert it in her cunt. I could see the look in her eyes. She really liked being treated like property and I was doing just that. The look she gave me as she inserted the ball seemed to say "thank you" as if this was the kind of treatment she wanted. "Now no more scratching," I said as the men at the other tables started taking more of an interest in her and I then their games. "Yes Master," I heard her say quietly. "Speak up slave," I replied forcefully. "Yes Master," she said loud enough for all to hear. "Master huh?" said one of the men. "Yes indeed," I said, "She is my number 1 slave. The other 4 are currently unable to be here." "And why is that?" the man replied gruffly. "Tell him slave," I said. "Yes Sir," she replied turning to the questioner, "It is because 1 is currently locked on all fours being milked, 1 has been tied with hands and feet over her head with a Fuckzall in her pussy, 1, my Auntie, is being dp'ed anally by another machine and the last is strapped on her knees so she can't move with her mouth being royally fucked by the last machine." Jaws dropped around the room as the men realized I had 5 slaves one of whom had a billiard ball in her pussy at that moment. Going back to our game we'd forgotten who went last by then and I let slave have the shot. I'll be damned if she didn't scratch again. The second, cleaned, ball went in alongside the first and you could have heard a pin drop at that moment. It seemed as if she liked games. Maybe she did scratch deliberately, maybe she didn't, but if she kept it up much longer she was in for a surprise. Again we went back to our game but obviously she could not concentrate on it with a full cunt and numerous eyes on her. Whack! The ball was hit soundly, so soundly in fact it hit the table edge and the cue ball rebounded right over the edge of the table. My patience evaporated as the third ball left the table and I roughly shoved it inside her. The third ball went into her less easy but into her it did go. "Now you see what you've done," I said, "You've managed to make these men forget their games and, judging by the looks of them, gotten them all hot and bothered too." The crowd was looking on to see what would happen next. Brooke was visibly nervous as both the smell of her sweat and pussy filled the air. Everyone was watching expectantly. "Maybe we should leave so they can continue their games," I said teasingly, "Or maybe you should make it up to them." Brooke and the crowd looked on in anticipation. I did not make them wait long. "Lean over the table," I said turning to the crowd, "Now any man here, hard enough to fuck your ass wearing a condom is going to do just that until I say otherwise. Someone find some lube as she may need it." Directing each man to her, lining them up behind and allowing them to take her, she was used repeatedly. I didn't bother to have the doors locked as someone else might need to use any of her available orifices too, not just the pool hall players. Screams rang out around the room as she orgasmed repeatedly around the pool balls. The grunts of numerous men mixed with those screams as each shot their load into their condoms. The line behind Brooke curved around her so that they could see just how much cock was sawing in and out of her lovely derriere. Someone swatted her on her asscheeks and it only served to get her all the more excited. Her rump shook as if in an earthquake and I could not take it anymore. Climbing up to the pool table, straddling the end of it I pulled my cock out and let her suck it as she was ridded well by the line of men. "Only I cum in you slave," I said as she worked to demonstrate that fact to everyone present. The man currently in her ass was just finishing up as the bartender decided to see how far he could take things. Walking over with baseball bat in hand he looked very menacing indeed. That opinion increased when he said that a good slut should be able to take the fat end of it without a problem. "Do you want that slut?" I asked once. Her eyes said no and for now I was inclined not to allow it. "If she is to be fucked by something the size of a baseball bat it had better be made of flesh. Put that away now!" "My place, my rules, and I say she gets it," he said as dominantly as he could muster. Jumping off the table, pulling up my zipper, I faced the bartender down silently praying I wouldn't have to hurt him too badly or, worse, kill him. "Fine, you want us to leave we will. Time to go slut. You get fucked by whom I want, when I want it and with what I say only." "Now, now," said the bartender, "I can fuck her regularly instead." "No, you had your chance," I continued, "If you wish to fuck her I expect you to pay the cost first—your ass. You want her you take that fat end of the baseball bat and ram it up your ass dry and then we will talk. My property, my rules," I said as we headed out the door. The bartender was stunned completely. The crowd was pissed and we were nearly to the door. That is when it happened. "Mister," one of the men said, "you wanna see that, it will happen. For such mistreatment of a lady I'll personally put it there myself." Hands grabbed the bartender and his pants were cut off of him by a big, black, biker-looking dude in black leathers. The knife he used made "Crocodile" Dundee's look small. Heck it was best described as a short sword. The bartender's eyes were wide in terror at what was about to occur. He looked like he knew what came after the baseball bat and he didn't want that to occur either. Several large men surrounded him and held him down as the bat met its newest handler: his ass. The last thing we heard were his screams as we continued our journey elsewhere. Laughing I walked out the door with Brooke and we headed to the car, her head on my lower one as we drove away. I stroked her soft hair, felt her breasts through the soft material of her dress all the while feeling my hardness being tickled by her throat muscles. Her dress, blown up her back by the wind from the window, was no longer on her waist. Her exposed buttocks elicited more than a few beeps by passing motorists. "Hey buddy, nice seat cover you have there," said a trucker. "Thanks," I said, "wanna see it closer up?" "Sure," he grinned. The trucker followed us to the next bar whereupon I showed him my "seat cover." Brooke's eyes flashed with heat as she saw what the long haul driver was packing in his pants. Dropping to her knees she immediately pulled him out and began to lick him slowly. "My slut seems to have been bred to suck cock doesn't she," I joked as the driver drove himself into Brooke's willing mouth. "Yes indeed. You are one lucky gentleman that is for sure," he replied. "When you have him good and hard dear put him in your pussy and fuck him well," I said as Brooke looked into my eyes. Pulling his oversized organ from her mouth she turned around and pulled him quickly into her well-used pussy. The only moisture in her was in reaction to the men she'd been with previously but the only cum in her was mine. She looked to see if he was ready and was-except for a condom. "Only I use my slut for a cum dump. Get a condom on or get off by yourself," I said. Immediately he put on a condom although it was Brooke putting him inside her for she was too impatient to wait. "She can't wait for me to be in her," he said, "Look at how she is riding me rather than the other way around. I'd swear she wanted me to fill her up with my cum." "She does, but she will eat it off of her face after you cum there. When you are ready you may cover her face as much as you can," I said knowing she'd enjoy the very act described by me. "Damn she has the tightest pussy I've ever been in. I'd swear I was getting my cock into something unusual indeed," he said quizzically. "You did. We left the last billiard hall in such a hurry we forgot to return the balls in her pussy to the owner. He was an ass anyway," I said as the trucker looked at me amazed. "You mean," he started. "Yes, she has several pool balls in her pussy with your hard member right now," I completed his thought for him. "Damn," was his only reply. Brooke's expression changed as he neared his release. Suddenly the trucker removed himself from her and turned her around to face him. Ripping the latex shroud from his cock he let go and covered her face in his jism. Brooke then looked toward me before she reached for the cum to clean it off of her face and breasts (where it had dripped down to). I shook my head and stopped her there. A sad look crossed her face when I did. "Keep his cum on you," I said, "it is only fair you share it with the other ladies." The man looked to Brooke and I and told us to enjoy our day as he climbed aboard that truck of his and left. We both grinned when we finally paid attention to who he was hauling a load for: Trojan condoms. Laughing we drove home the same way we got there—Brooke's head bobbing up and down in my lap. We'd almost made it back to my place when I felt the need to release yet again. The need was so insistent I had to stop Brooke or risk causing an accident when I came. The lock to the door in the house was turning as I heard Brooke mew behind me as if she was silently, almost silently anyway, trying to hide her need for the seed she almost had. Taking her back downstairs I positioned her in front of Myra. Her knees may have hurt by then as did her hands and nipples, but it was obvious from the blank look in her eyes she had long since passed into subspace and no longer cared for her position, just that she pleased her Master! Placing myself and Brooke in front of her I stripped us both naked and set her to the task of cleaning us both up. Looking over at the machine it was abundantly clear that Myra was now a milk-producing woman, my own personal slave cow, to milk as I felt necessary. White fluid flowed through full tubes into a refrigerated collection container as Myra leaned her streaked dark hair down to taste the trucker's essence left on Brooke's face. Moving behind Myra I slowly slid my organ into her dripping wet pleasure center as she licked cum like a cat licks cream. My member was constantly on edge while I was buried in Myra. Thinking to myself I wondered to whom I should give my seed. Certainly they all had a taste by now so who should get it next? Only Aileen is the one who did not seem to need a cock in her mouth because the machine was filling it currently. Flesh is better than plastic and fake flesh though so I took her off the machine and gave her what she really needed—a hard, real, thick, pre-cum oozing cock. Her short haircut bobbed on me in need and the way she was tied caused her to pull the bindings deep into her pussy (already wet from the ropes rubbing there to begin with). Brooke watched as Aileen was taken hard until I told her to join us. My spanking of Brooke's ass seemed to goad Aileen on as the moment the sharp crack rang out Aileen's suction went off the charts as if she was looking to suck it from its root. Between the two lovers my cock was in very good hands and stood no chance of flagging. Together the two sluts, with bodies that begged to be used, sucked me sometimes dueling their tongues over my firm flesh as they danced across my member, down to my balls whereupon I was taken, 1 in each of their mouths, and given a hum job that was beyond belief. I was getting thirsty from all the action and the Viagra-reinforced water, cold as it was, was insufficient to quench the thirst I had. Leaving Myra and Brooke to their own devices for a few moments after releasing them I took the other women off of their machines and led them up to my bedroom. Laying on the bed like a king I let the women do as they wished. Myra was sitting on my cock as Brooke sat upon my face and let me tell you she is one tasty woman. It was tough to concentrate on much of anything with two pussies and 3 tongues massaging every part of my body. Alternately the ones riding me bounced up and down on me as the other tongues slid across me, the bodies of the women above me and each other. Moans of pleasure seemed to be everywhere and the loudest were mine. Myra had me nearing the edge every so often but would immediately back off thereby preventing my release. I was a very slim, female cum covered man and each of the women took their turn in the saddle as it were whether it was on my face or cock. At no time did the women get off my body simultaneously so, effectively, they had me at their mercy as it were. And what a pleasurable entrapment I was contained in. My hands moved from body to body not knowing who I was touching but enjoying the feel of 10 breasts, 5 asses, 5 pussies and more. One moment I was holding 2 breasts, another a rounded set of hips as whoever was currently riding my cock took her turn, another time I'd have fingers in multiple cunts or asses. The women kept pouring my special water into me so as I tasted pussy I got Viagra too. As long as we'd been going there was no way to tell, it had been so long that hours, days, weeks, whatever timeframe it was seemed to be completely unimportant. The woman on my face at one point in time leaned forward and began to lick my hard rod as it was exposed by the woman riding it. To my surprise I was able to see much better now and the view I got of the blonde pushing her breasts against the ass above me as if trying to get it inside that ass was incredible. More water poured into my mouth as I watched fascinated as the blonde's breasts massaged the asscheeks of the woman whose pussy I was eating. My hands were currently at my sides limp and tired, my tongue swollen from the squeezing of it by a skilled set of Kegel muscles, my face covered in cum as much as my cock was and I'd lost my sense of time completely. "Let's flip," said one of the ladies and the one on my mouth moved long enough to see that I'd just had Aileen on my cock and Brooke on my mouth. Aileen scooted up my chest teasing it with her moisture as Brooke got off my mouth and stepped to the side to begin licking the pussy juice on my nipples off. "Come on Auntie. Make him blow in your ass. Ride him hard," Brooke said before biting down on my nipple as hard as I wanted to hers. Mischelle was amazingly tight for someone who had been dp'ed for an extended period by a fucking machine. Her puckered starfish excited every raw nerve in my cockhead even more than her pussy would have. The deliberate slowness with which she took me was as much due to her nerves being excited as mine obviously were. Aileen's pussy leaked with a mix of juices which I readily ate out of her. Flawlessly smooth skin slid into my greedy mouth as my swollen tongue did a very good impersonation of a thrusting cock inside her. My nipples were sore, sensitive and enjoying every moment of their abuse by Brooke on one side and someone else on the other. Aileen was riding my tongue hard and fast, her cum leaking all over my face, as she screamed out in orgasm. My orgasm was more of a gurgle because my mouth was overly full at the time. I was wet, cum covered from the various women and very, very tired. Finally, arising from the bed, I left the women alone for a few minutes to get some supplies and when I returned each woman was placed in a collar and had thigh cuffs attached to them. All except Brooke. Brooke had the collar, wrist, thigh and ankle cuffs attached. Aileen, Myra, Mischelle and the blonde were all laid out in a circle on the floor. Alternating each woman was attached to the thigh cuffs of the woman before her so that each was able to eat the other's pussy. The cuffs were each locked in place so escape, even if they wanted to, was impossible. Whether they choose to eat each other out or not they would each be buried in a moist cunt. Nature would take over eventually. Brooke was attached ankles to thighs, a spare spreader separating the ankles, as well as having been attached to my thigh cuffs. Her face then was positioned so I could sleep with her mouth on my cock all night long and there was no way she could remove it. Smiling I looked at her and told her of her predicament. "Brooke, you ladies have been giving me plenty to drink all day. I am going to bed now. I would suggest you make sure I stay hard all night and do not go soft. If so, you might get a type of golden nectar other than the type you prefer," I said jokingly. With my comment just out of my mouth she began to bob upon my member as much as my restraint allowed her to. Was she doing it to avoid my pee or just because she liked me hard? Either way I would find out soon enough for I was off to sleep--if I could get any with all the noise in the room.