1 comments/ 28851 views/ 3 favorites Angels of Mercy By: cactiphile I'd got a leaflet from the temple earlier and was flicking through it. The scotch in one hand was nicely dulling the pain while I glanced at what the temple was offering. A full range of voluntary euthanasia packages: Friend and Family Final Party - A sumptuous party with 5 course meal, live music and a guaranteed Black pill to end your personal party quickly and painlessly on the stroke of 12. Cremation and service to follow immediately afterward. Cost: 2000 plus 200 dollars per cover. Minimum of 10 people. Hmm. Not quite my style. No family to speak of and my friends seem to have departed since the cancer got worse. Home Alone - Budget Black pill special. Do it yourself where you feel happiest. We contact the authorities and do the clean up afterwards. Cost: 1500 dollars Well better but I don’t really want to be by myself. The Big Splash - For the more adventurous. A three minute delay Black Pill lets you experience the final high dive and free fall from a hot air balloon 5000 feet up to the depths of the ocean. With special weighted burial at sea suit, you'll go from exhilarating action to gentle sleep to final rest in the depths. Cost: 6000 dollars Oh. My stomach churns at the thought of that one. The Final Bang - A bevy of beautiful people (sex/orientation of your choosing) will take you and make your last night the one memories that you'll never forget whereever you're heading. Instead of the usual Black Pill, the Red Pill will keep you revved up and going all night long until you finally pass away in ecstasy into the depths of oblivion. Cost: 8000 dollars. Now that’s more like it. The only way any red blooded man has always wanted to go regardless of the dire psychological impact it might have on his partner. Well, these temple people must be properly trained and counselled for this job, meaning it was okay to pander to base needs for the final farewell. Hell though it was a lot of money. I'd only just have enough. Ha. You can’t take it with you anyway you fool. I reach over and grab the telephone before I change my mind. Dialing the number off the brochure, I try to think when to do this. The pain was slowly getting worse, and the doctors had given me less than a month. Probably the sooner the better, I don’t think I could put up with the end being totally bed ridden and in a morphine daze for the pain. "Hello, Temple Solutions," a sweet sounding girl answers. "Hi, I'm interested in your final solutions package, emmm the final bang", I say with a bit of embarrassment in my voice. "That’s fine sir, a popular choice. Can you give me your details so that I can get the paperwork sent to you." I relay my name and address to her. "Okay Mr Arroway. That’s no problem. I'll have that sent to you promptly. You will need to sign the documents yourself in the presence of an authorised witness, and also you will need your doctor to sign to confirm mental stability. Have you any time scale in mind for this?" "Well, the sooner the better," I reply. "Well its short notice but we do have two openings at end of next week. I can pencil you in for Thursday or Friday night, if either of them are suitable?" "Friday would be good. Gives me time to sort things out." "That’s fine sir. I'll send the paperwork by courier to expedite things. Until next Friday bye." *** Friday Checklist Cancelled milk Tick Arranged for utilities to read meters and take final accounts by direct debit Tick House clearance firm to arrive tomorrow. Tick Drop keys with neighbour to forward to Landlord.Tick Die... Well not quite yet. On my way to the Temple. Talking my last stroll through this dusty city. Last breath of fresh, well not so fresh air. The pains gnawing at my insides again, but an anticipation overwhelms that, part excitement part fear. I arrive outside the temple its quite a sombre mock gothic building, all grey stone and towers. I enter and approach the pretty looking receptionist. "Hello, I'm Mr Arroway, I have an appointment scheduled for," I glance at my watch 7.45pm, " 8pm". "That’s fine Mr Arroway, let me get someone to take over here and I'll take you through." Ah the same girl I spoke to the other day. She walks out of the reception area, she's a little on the plump side, dark hair cut in a short bob. Hips swinging from side to side. A little too plump for my tastes. She's soon back, with another young woman who's a bit skinny and definitely not as good a looker. My plump one, gives me a smile and beckons me to follow her. "Sorry about that Mr Arroway. I'm Vicky and I've been handling your case." I look at her carefully, "So you're not just the receptionist then?" "Ha no, I was just standing in while Gerry had her break," another nice smile flashed in my direction. "I checked your paperwork earlier and its all in order. The bank transfer has come though so we are lights green. You're still happy that this is the right thing for you?" "Well, I haven't got much longer anyway, and this seems the best way to go, before the pain gets worse" "That's fine as long as you're ready. We're just heading down to our clinic, where our Doctor will take a last look over you, certify you as sane and competent, and then provide you with the Red Pill." The doctors office is the same as any other doctors office. The doctor also has the same repertoire of pokes, prods and questions. Soon he presents me with a tailor made Red Pill and a glass of water. "This pill is timed for 4 hours. That’s gives you until just after midnight. It combines pain killers , sexual enhancers, energy enhancers and the termination dose. If you are ready to proceed you may now take the pill," the doctor explains this in dull monotone which he must has said a 100 times before. A nervous lump is in my throat, but I take the pill between forefinger and thumb and almost throw it in to my mouth and take a long slug of water to follow. "Good. Vicky is outside the door and she will now take you to your next destination." He opens the door for me. Hmmm. Those sexual enhancers must have kicked in straight away, Vicky's looking more appealing by the second and I feel a familiar pulse my groin. She's lead onwards through a maze of passages. A wooden door with a plate reading "Selection Chamber". The airs warmer in here, and so it should be as it is filled with about 30 women, all naked. They are mostly in their earlier twenties with a few older ones thrown in. They ranged from skinny to over plump, with the mean being a nice trim athletic build. Skin tone also varies from dark black, through dusky tans to milk white. As we entered, the chattering in the room stopped and the women formed into a single line looking forward. I am at once embarrassed, and the erection I was getting goes into instant reversal. God Id never seen so much naked flesh all at once before, and worse it was all focused on me. I try to ignore these feelings, this is defiantly not the time and the place for a lack of confidence. "Each girl has a name tag around her neck. I suggest you browse right the way down the line first, and then if you select the girls you want by taking their tags. Ill be back in a few minutes," Vicky strolls to another door at the far end of the room and exits out of sight. I amble down the line. Getting a good eyeful of the variety, a cornucopia of the female sex. Tall, short, fat and thin, small breasts, big breasts, shaven and non shaven. Each does a turn for me as I reach her, and thrusts out her assets to best advantage. I make a mental note of a couple of choices as I go down the line. As I reach the end I notice Vicky coming back out of the other door, now unclothed and she quietly joins the end of the row. As I reach her, Vicky gives another nice smile and does the same spin and display as the other girls. Definitely too plump, I think, but nicely shaven, I do like bare tail. Nice sized breasts, not small but not grossly oversized, and a very gentle all over tan. I go back to the start of the row and start picking off the name tags. One, two, three, four, five... Having trouble picking number six, so many choices. I've gone for a mixed bag, after all variety is the spice as they say, but one thing in common is that they are all nicely shaven for that smoother than smooth feel. I'm strolling down the line a third time when Vicky catches my eye and flashes me another smile. Okay, that smile did the trick, and I go and take her name tag as well. Vicky takes charge again and waves at the women I've selected to follow us, while the unchosen ones go back out the other door. We wander through a short passage, to a suite with a door labelled 'Turkish Harem'. Gentle music plays in the background. Ceiling to floor drapes. Soft lighting, the trickling sounds of a small fountain somewhere in the background. Vicky leads me to a small couch with a low table next to it. It is covered with small dishes of various delicacies. The women surround me, sitting beside me and on the thick pile rugs on the floor. They undress me slowly and casually, one item at a time, stopping every so often while a small tasty item is fed to me. A gentle caress to my thigh, a breast draped against me as a beauty leans over, it all starts to increase my blood flow. Eventually I'm as bare as they are, and feel fed but not overly full. Free at last my erection starts to rise up properly, slowly hoisting itself up one heart beat at a time. One by one they rise and pad out, their lovely rumps swaying seductive in time as they lead out of the room. Vicky is last to rise and as she goes though the open doorway beckons me with a coy finger. By this time I'm standing fully proud, my modest six inches pointing the way as I follow her. Though the doorway is a tiled shower room. Steamy jets of water spray from three directions and the girls are already dripping with water and soaping each other. They pull me into their midst and at once 6 pairs of slippery hands are stroking and rubbing me all over with soap. Wet breasts are pushing against me, fingers rub my chest and nipples which harden. Lower down more soap is liberally applied and before I realise it I spurt a good load of cum over the two girls in front of me. I must have been a bit pent up, not much sexercise lately. Vicky laughs, "Well, that didn’t last long did it? Don’t worry there's plenty left and we all want our fair share, don’t we girls?" A series of nods and affirmatives from around me. The hands continue to wash me down, but also the girls resuming bathing each other. A couple of them seem to be especially enjoying washing each other, and soon they seem oblivious to the rest of us as we bathe, grinding their pussies against each others thighs, while deep kissing each other. My prick hasn’t drooped completely and starts to throb again while watching this performance, and the soapy handed ministrations of the other four girls help as well. Soon the two girls come to the expected explosive outcome, and I find that I'm fully hard again. "Okay that’s enough standing around for Mr Arroway. All rinse and back though please," Vicky starts in a prim and proper tone, " because I want his hard cock deep inside me. And its first come first served girls." A saucy wink accompanies this. The showers cuts off, and towels are produced for a quick rubdown. Mmmm. I enjoyed rubbing their gorgeous bodies down as much as them doing me. I'm led behind some more long drapes to the biggest bed I've ever seen, its low to the ground with a fresh cream sheet. I'm pushed forcibly on to the bed, and without realising it, I find I'm pinned down, a girl at each corner so to speak. One girl wriggles sort of behind and underneath me. Her firm breasts acting as a cushion for my head while she leans against the headboard. I can feel the warmth of her hot pussy against my back. She gently starts to stroke my chest, catching my nipples again every so often. Vicky is now kneeling between my legs. From somewhere she's acquired a half mask on her face, which has a vaguely feline look to it. More to my concern is a short leather whip or perhaps its riding crop which lies her knees. The other women seem happy to hold me down and watch what happens, but two of them are only holding me with one hand, the other hands disappearing between their legs. Vicky starts to stroke my thighs working towards my hard cock, "What have you got to say for yourself then?" At this point I remember the sexual preferences form I filled out, I’d ticked mild BDSM, looking at the crop and the predatory smile on Vicki's face, I'm glad I only ticked mild. Vicky continues, "You thought you were going to get your fun here from six defenceless females, did you?" She runs her fingernail up over my balls and along the stem of my cock to the top. "Well?" Shes asks, punctuating the question by flicking my tip with her nail. "ahmm. yes." I reply in a low tone. Another flick, "and call me Mistress, when you reply". "Yes mistress." "Now what did you want to do with our poor tender female bodies?" "To make love to you mistress." I try weakly. Ow. That obviously wasn’t the right answer. Several more flicks to the head of my cock, and then with the other hand she grabs my balls, not too tightly to hurt bad , but her nails digging in a little sharply. "I don't think that’s quite the truth. I think you wanted to fuck us all to satisfy your base male lusts. Is that’s so?" "Yes mistress." Ow. The tip of my cock is throbbing good and proper, and I don’t think I'm learning quite fast enough for my own good here. "Yes, what?" she asks again. "Yes, I wanted to fuck you all to satisfy my base male needs," I reply and quickly adding, "Mistress." "Ah so you can tell the truth then." Vicky reaches to one side and takes some lotion or lubricant and starts to rub it into my cock. After a minute or so, she asks, " And how does it feel when I do this?" "Mmmmm, good," I reply without thinking. Suddenly the crop is in her hand, and several sharp stinging slaps applied along the length of my manhood. I'd forgotten to call her mistress it seems. "You’re a slow learner. But as you can see I have a cure for that," an evil smile forms on the bottom half of her face. "Yes mistress." "Now do you think that your going to get your wicked way with us? That we're going to meekly let you fuck us, one after another?" I think to myself, well for 8000 bucks I damn well better do. Another stray thought occurs to me, hmmm this isn't the sort of service which you can easily complain about afterwards if it doesn’t match up to expectations. "I don’t know mistress." "You don't know," smack, "Well I'll tell you. We are going to get you bigger and harder than you’ve ever been before, then we'll going to use that hard tool of yours to satisfy our lusts. You're going to be our fuck horsey and we're going to screw you until you don’t know which ways up or down. Now does that sound appealing?" "Yes mistress." "Good, now we will proceed. I want you to start counting to 10 slowly." "One, aghh." The riding crop smacks at the base of my rod. "Two." Smack, slightly higher this time. "Three. ow" About halfway up. "Four." Just below the head. "Five. Ow ow ow." Right on the tip. After five the pain and pleasure are mingling badly and I'm not sure what's going on. My whole cock feels like its on fire. Throbbing visibly, the swell with each pulse is can be easily seen.. "COUNT!" she gives me another smack on the tip. "Six." At the base again but this time pinching with her nails. "Seven." Moving up again. "Eight." Halfway. "Nine." Nearly there. "Ten." She pinches the head, and digs her nails into my sensitive tip. Vicky examines me closely, "Yes. That looks a bit better. Definitely thicker and more engorged than before." She applies more lotion, and strokes me gently up and down for a few minutes in a soothing manner. "Here Rachel, rub some of this lotion on his chest as well. Make sure you keep those nipples hard and sensitive." She passes the lotion across me to the women I'm comfortably leaning on. After a few more minutes of the lotion being rubbed up and down my shaft, I'm ready to cum. Vicky notices this and stops. Vicky looks at me and warns, "By the way. I forgot to tell you, if you cum before I say you'll be punished. Remember you’ve got to last all night, so we can all get our bit of you. Do you understand?" "Yes mistress." I reply thinking one more cum isn't enough, my game plan included cumming again and again. "I'm not sure that you do. Just hold on to until I say or else." An expert pinch with her nails reinforces her warning. "Okay, this is starting to look like a useable tool now. Helen, here grab a feel and tell me what you think?" The girl holding my left arm, a fiery redhead with pale milky skin and large breasts responds and takes my cock in both hands and gives a good squeeze. "Not too bad. Can I have it now Vicky?" She asks. "Okay. Swap places and mount this little horsey" Vicky now holds my left arm while, Helen sits astride me, and slowly lowers herself on to me. Her hot moist pussy just encloses the top inch of my cock. She stays there easing up and down just a little bit teasing herself with me. "And you," Vicky looks at me sternly, "remember no cumming until I say." Helen, stops the teasing and slides slowly down to fully envelop my shaft. Her warm bottom presses against my tight balls for a second or two, and then she slowly slides her self back up. I get a good view of her breasts as she doing this, one of her hands stroke her left nipple, while the other hand has slipped down and rubs her mound. I try to think boring thoughts. Doing the multiplication tables in my head. Square roots of 4 figure numbers and the like. But Helens slow up and down motions are leading to an inevitable outcome. "Oh yes. Oh yes. Right there, harder." Helens getting more flushed now, her hand has slipped lower and stroking her clit now. I try to hold on, as much as possible. But I can't last much longer. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Yeeees!" Helen almost shouts and her pussy starts to squeeze me with her orgasmic contractions. I can’t hold it and then I'm letting go of my second load of the night. Bucking my thighs upwards as much as possible to get more sensations, but this is quite difficult as I'm still being held down by the other four girls. When we're both finished., and Helen sags down onto me. I look over at Vicky with a downcast face. I see that although she has a stern look on her face, Vicky's trying not to smirk or grin. She's now got a new excuse for more 'fun' at my expense. Vicky looks at me carefully, "Well, well. You couldn’t hold it could you? Well that cock had better get just as big and hard again damn quick. In the meantime, I'll have to think of a suitable punishment for you." "Okay, Helen dismount our little fuck horsey. Come here a second and show me your pussy." Helen obeys, parting her pussy lips with her hands to let Vicky have a good look. My cum is starting to dribble out. "That’s what I thought. You've filled her pussy with your cum and she's all sticky now. You're going to have to lick her clean now. Rachel come from under him so he can lie flat and take this arm here." They all shuffle around and I'm soon presents with a close action view of Helens cum smeared pussy. Its fortunate she is shaven, as I'm not keen on a mouth full of fur. I'm not too keen on eating my own cum, but I don't think I've got too much of a say in the matter. I tentatively start to eat her, and she takes the initiative and grinds harder into my face, covering me with our mingled juices. Soon I forget, what's happening and just concentrate on giving her a good licking and trying to make her cum again. My limp cock starts to respond again as Helen starts to voice her enjoyment loudly. I lick more furiously and she nearly takes my head off as she bucks and fucks my face to orgasm. Angels of Mercy "So Helen was that any good?" Vicky asks. A weary Helen just nods as she gets up. "Ok then, Helen you're on nipple duty now. Get under him and cushion the poor sheep." I'm soon back half sitting up with my head between Helens plump cushions. "Now Helen seems to have had her fill, we'd better get you up and running again to satisfy the rest of us." Vicky moves back between my legs. "Now were going to play a new game." She reaches behind her and picks up a small black box with a couple of dials and buttons and a wire trailing from it. She uses a small Velcro strap to attach the wire to the base of my penis "This is an electric stimulation set," she shows it me closer, "it gives a small electric shock, like this," she presses a button. Hmmm more of a tingle than a shock, not so bad. "Did you feel that?" She asks. "Yes mistress." "Well that’s the lowest setting, as you’re not at all hard we'll have to do it on a higher setting. Here try this." She turns one of the dials right round and presses the button again. All the nerves respond and the muscles in my cock clench automatically as a solid thud of electricity hits me. I definitely felt it that time, it was a bit like being caught between two bricks. "So now you can see how we can vary the shock, we can also set it on a timed pulse." She adjusts the dial again and presses a different button. Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh... That was quite nice actually, only mild shocks again rhythmically clenching the muscles in my cock for me. My cock visibly stiffens in response. "I think you're enjoying that a little two much." She leaves it pulsing but plays with the power dial. Argh...oh...oh...Arghhh...Arghhhh...Oh... "And I can adjust the timing as well." She turns the other dial Oh.Oh.Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh. "But the best feature of this unit is that is has a random setting. If I switch this button, neither of us know what or when your going to get. Sort of like a surprise." She grins and presses the button. I clench in anticipation for the first jolt. Oh. Mild. But the second shock come immediately after, a hard one. OOOH. A large gap and then a small shock again. Vicky leaves this going but puts the box down on the bed. She then stretches her self out and lies down, sort of on one side of me. Her face close to my cock, which is bouncing up and down in response to the electricity being pumped into it. The sensations are hard to describe because not knowing when or how big a jolt I was going to get made it more stimulating than if it were a regular pulse. "Very good. But I think I'd better give you a little clean while those shocks do their job." She lowers her face to me and starts licking the tender head and shaft. No sucking just lots of tongue. Although the big shocks were bad, combined with the actions of her tongue it was having a good effect, and I was about as big as before my last cum. Vicky notices this and sits up and looks across to my right arm lady. "Julie, what do you think, here take a squeeze and see." Julie a smallish girl of oriental descent, squeezes me but then shakes her head with a smile, "No, I need more than that." "You heard what Julie said your going to have to do better than that, BIGGER and HARDER is what she needs." Vicky is kneeling between my legs again. The electric shocks still pulsing into me, but now she has the crop as well. She fiddles with the dials on the device and then looks at me. I'm now getting quite a high shock but not the worst at about a 3 second delay, not random anymore. Vicky waves the crop at me, "Start counting." I count on the pulse, in between the pulses she swats the tip of my cock with the crop. By ten my whole cock is literally glowing bright red, but still she carries on to twenty-five. "Okay Julie does that look any better?" A squeeze and a nod, and I sigh a little in relief. "Then get aboard this little fuck horse for your ride" I'm un-strapped from the simulator. And Julie mounts me while Vicky moves over to hold my right arm. Julie doesn’t hesitate to tease and its straight down to hot stoking movements for her. "And you, fuck horse remember that you're not allowed to cum again yet." Vicky admonishes to me. While I was swollen when Julie started I wasn’t really close to the edge, so to start with I find it quite easy going. I watch her small pointed breasts get firmer as she bounces up and down on my shaft. She gradually speeds up and is making small grunting noises that I assume are positive. Her noises start to get to me, and suddenly I'm right at the edge again. No fair, I thought I was doing well this time. When she cums I let go again, and am treated to a mock glare from Vicky. "You are a slow learner aren't you? We'll have to try some more severe punishment on you, don’t you think?" "Yes mistress," I reply. Could I have objected? I doubt it. Julie is still aboard though, and she makes an odd humph sort of noise which gets Vicky's attention. "Ah, I think that Julie wants cleaning first as well though, so we'll postpone you’re next punishment for a few minutes." Soon Julie's merrily sitting on my face and I'm eating into her nearly as merrily, and before long she coats me with a small down-pouring of her own juices. They all shuffle about again, and then Vicky's again between my legs reattaching the electric stimulator, to a very small and sad looking totally limp cock. She then produces another toy, and shows it to me. It looks like three quarters of a ball, but as she turns it I see that the inside is hollow as has small spikes inside. "This is called the crown of thorns, and I bet you can guess where its going. Now don’t worry the points aren't sharp enough to break the skin, just enough to give you a quick jab." She affixes it over the head of my cock and then presses the stimulator button. Soon the electricity has my cock twitching, and as I start to swell I feel the points of the crown digging into me. Vicky is sitting back just watching and starting to finger herself gently, almost absentmindedly not realising she's doing it. She leans over and turns up the power feeding into me. Now I'm throbbing hard with each beat of current and on each beat, the head swells larger and then contracts again with the pain of the spikes. I try not to clench with the current but its impossible at this high a setting. Soon I don’t know where I am, and feel faint. When I get my bearings again, I find the currents off and another girls is sliding me inside her. Although I'm sore and sensitive, and already cum three times, I still want to cum more, and can't help responding to her movements. She cums quite quickly and I squirt into her as well. I was then licking her out, giving her my best but tired efforts while my poor cock had a little rest. Vicky looks at me, "Ahhh, I think the little horsy is tired." She says with false sympathy,"Are you tired little horsy?" "No Mistress," I ham it up a little, "I'm ready to serve your needs." This was a blatant lie, my cock was limp as lettuce and felt like it had been put through the mangle. "Hmm. I think you need a little rest. You just lie back there and relax, I'll be right back," Vicky gets off the bed and disappears from site for about 5 minutes. When she returns, she's hold a small plastic jug of something, I can't see what's inside but from the way she holding it its quite hot, and a small wave of fear hits me. I don't want to be scolded. Vicky sees the look on my face as she gets back onto the bed, and says, "Don't worry its not too hot, its just wax. I thought while you're resting we would make a little imprint of you. Although you're not huge you have a nice shape and are quite thick, and we might want a duplicate dildo of you later." Great! I think , I've heard of death-masks but this is going a bit too far - I'm going to made into a dildo after I'm gone. But part of me is secretly pleased by the compliment, and part of me is comforted by the thought that in some small way I might still have a sex life in the future, albeit by proxy. These thoughts aren't conducive to making a good mould of my likeness, and I'm still quite limp as Vicky starts. Vicky puts a small sheet of plastic on my tummy under my cock, and then starts to dribble the hot wax on to me. Hot but not scalding thank god. The warm of the wax seeps into me and I start to respond. As I harden the drips on me set and then peel off as my skin stretches under them. Vicky drips more on to and before long I'm at full extent, and she starts pouring it on to me properly. When she's got a good coat on the topside she lifts me up from the base and pours some on the other side. I'm soon encased, still big and hard. The feeling of being in a formfitting shell of wax is quite pleasant, Vicky continues until there is good thick layer all over, right down to the base of my shaft. "Okay stay like that a minute while it sets, I'll be back in a minute. Kelly if he looks as if he's drooping before it sets properly, give his balls a good squeeze." Vicky disappears again. She's back more quickly this time with a small bowl, with something whitish on it. Sugar cubes? "Now we get to the fun part," she climbs back aboard the bed, and then puts something under my balls. Ack. Not sugar ice, ooooh that’s cold. My cock which was still hard starts to shrink away form the wax, leaving the odd hair behind on the way. "Well, how did you think we would remove your cast?" In no time the ice has done its work and my cocks a tiny shrivelled thing. Vicky removes the wax cast from me, and then plays with the ice on my tiny dick, unbelievable it shrinks further. Vicky laughs, "Now look at that, who would have thought it would go so small, a three centimetre cock is hardly going to satisfy our needs." She stops with the ice and puts the bowl down, then leans over me. She takes my tiny penis in her mouth and warms me up again. Her tongue is playing against me, and soon I'm filling her mouth. She lets some of me out, as she continues to suck and lick and plays with my balls. After a few minutes I'm at full strength again, and she starts to nibble on me gently as well. Vicky's doing the job more than properly and soon I'm fully into the swing of it, and making preparations for final approach. She's spots my closeness to orgasm and hands me over to Kelly, "Here you go girl, mount up and don't spare the horses." Kelly was one of the girls that had been stroking herself continuously from the beginning. She had also been one of the two in the shower. She's on me and cums nearly instantaneously. I didn’t have time to cum, and am still hard, so insatiable as she is she just carries on riding me fast, 3 minutes later she cums again, and I follow quickly behind. "Now that was plain greedy Kelly. For that you can stay sticky and miss your cleaning." Vicky admonishes her. Kelly sticks a tongue out at Vicky as they all shuffle about again. My brain starts to time out after this and I don't really remember the fifth girl and what happened before and after her. I don't really notice until Vicky's got me ready for her own pleasure. "So are you ready for me now horsy?" She asks. "Yes Mistress." I reply faintly. "Good you'd better be because I'm going to give you the ride of your life!" Vicky mounts up but takes it very slowly just building up, she stays there for a while but before she cums, they all shuffle and she's astride my face. This time as I hadn't cum and I feel someone else stroking me and then starting to suck me. Vicky is sitting a few inches away from my face and she pulls her lips wide open. Now I tell you I've seen a few pussies in my time, but I hadn't seen one like this before, her lips were just so large. She pulled the lips wider and it was like a small pink tea plate with a big cleft in the middle. I could see her clitoris jutting out as well, big and it looked like it was throbbing the way my cock was. She then lowers herself on to me, and its like having a warm moist soft face cloth across me I could barely breath she was burying me in so much pussy. I'm getting down to work, my tongue moving all over. She's directing my area of focus by her own movement, and at the same time my cocks getting to bursting point. She's close too and pressing down on my face harder, and I lose control and starting spurting any small reserves of cum left into the unseen mouth. Some signal may have passed to Vicky as suddenly she gets more urgent and as she starts to come she pushes so far down on me that this time I can't breath. I hear her loud but thigh muffled moans as I'm getting faint, I try to struggle to get more air, but I'm still held down and can't move my limbs. The movements I do make with my efforts seem to heighten her excitement, and the last thing I hear is a loud scream of passion as everything blacks out *** Then I'm floating over the bed, above head height looking down at myself. Some small time must have passed as the girls were straightening me out and giving me a wipe down with some towels. I faintly hear some sobs and see tears in some of the eyes. Vicky was there and she was openly crying. The last thing I see before it goes all white, is Vicky walking from the room carefully carrying the wax cast as if it was a sacred relic. *** And now I'm here in a waiting room. A desk at the front has a big book and a set of scales of the old fashioned balancing type. On one half are black balls and on the other half are white. The man at the desk is on the phone, they can't work out if my last act was a sin or a mercy and on who's part that was on. I just sit here stunned by my own departure, not bothered that much by events around me, I know where ever I go, I'll have my last memories. And if I ever meet Vicky again I'll thank her vigorously but next time I'll make sure I get to hold the whip.