Ass to mouth

GangBang Submission

Summary: A girl’s kinky slut fantasy life becomes VERY, VERY real.
*
What are your fantasies?
What gets you off late at night when you only have yourself and your favourite toy?
For me, my fantasy life is way more adventurous than my reality.
In my fantasy life, I am seduced and made a sexual pet by Mrs. Walker, the hottest teacher ever.
In my fantasy life, I am just getting out of my cheerleading uniform, when the whole football team walks in and has their way with me. There are a variety of races, a variety of cocks and a variety of positions I’m taken.
In my fantasy life, my boss uses me to close deals by either being a cocksucking cum swallower, a tight pussy to be used as a cum deposit, or an eager pussy-licker.
In my fantasy life, I am forced to flash strangers, teasing men and women shamelessly with my shaved pussy and perky breasts.
In my fantasy life, I am a submissive, who obeys every sexual command any man or woman gives me.
In reality, though, I had only done a few things…and almost always while drunk. My two college roommates had their way with me on more than one occasion; I flashed people at a bar on a drunken dare and I had anal sex with a boyfriend who I couldn’t say ‘no’ to. But for the most part, I lived in a fantasy world…until last weekend when everything changed.
It started innocently enough when I hosted a gathering. We have always taken turns hosting small parties the second Saturday of the month, and it was my turn to be the hostess with the mostest (and oh would I ever be!)
I am always up for a good drunk, as I am still in my relatively carefree twenties, as is the rest of our gang from work. The plan was it would be a pot luck appetizer and a wine tasting party. The two were a lethal combination for my slim body: not enough substantial food and sweet-tasting wine, which went down like water for me.
Like most of our gatherings, it included lots of sexual innuendo, lots of drinking, and lots of gossip. Rumours spread like prairie fire, especially when wine is involved. By the time the fourth bottle of wine was empty, I was incredibly drunk and I knew way too many tantalizing tidbits of useless information about every co-worker who wasn’t at the gathering.
We then played truth-or-dare, something we had never done before. I’d invited my two closest co-workers Shelly and Tina, Tina’s husband Frank, a co-worker named Jon, one of our college interns Simone and our computer tech Markus.
Shelly was a blonde bombshell that seemed to have a new young stud every week. It was actually shocking that she didn’t bring anyone to today’s gathering. She usually had some sweet fucking eye candy to drool about.
Tina was a blonde too and also pretty, but shorter and less endowed in comparison to Shelly’s double-D breasts, and shyer too. Tina’s husband Frank was a firefighter who was built like a brick house, and I often fantasized about using his hose to cool me down.
Jon was a poster boy for preppy. He could have easily come directly out of the pages of an Abercrombie & Finch catalogue. At our marketing office he was the male closer, and Shelly was the female equivalent. You would be amazed, or maybe you wouldn’t be, how much sex appeal is used to close a deal. (I often wish I could be the closer…but I was the behind the scenes girl).
Simone was a twenty-two year old redhead sex bomb intern who was clearly going to be a female closer one day. She was short, not even five feet, but her curves were ample, and she wore the clothes to showcase them perfectly. She also had a naturally sexy voice and I could literally envision her as a phone-sex operator.
Markus was the firm’s super geek. He wasn’t Urkel nerdy, but he had the glasses and the lack of fashion sense. He was also the only black man in our circle of friends.
And then there is me. I am blonde as well. I have blue eyes, very firm 34b breasts, a tight ass, a freshly-shaved pussy and an athlete’s body. Actually, Shelly, Tina and I all have tight bodies, as we work out together and run in marathons. We are also all in our mid-twenties, without kids and living a very active New York City life.
Again, truth-or-dare was not something we had played before, so I really had no idea what to expect. The first round was tame as people all picked ‘dare’ and were forced to do a dance, or shoot a drink or a similar low-impact stunt.
But as we got drunker the game became more interesting and naughty.
Simone picked ‘truth’. Jon asked, “How many people have you slept with?”
The redhead beauty smiled. “I can’t say I know the exact number, but a dozen or so.”
“Slut,” Shelly playfully teased her, Shelly easily being close to triple digits.
“It takes one to know one,” Simone retorted, before asking, “Wait! Was the question men or people?”
Jon asked, “Would the number be different?”
Simone looking directly at me it seemed and said, “Oh, the number would be drastically higher if it included my lesbian trysts.”
I could feel a sudden tingle as Simone stared at me revealing she was bisexual.
Shelly joked, “Bisexual slut.”
Simone finally broke eye contact with me and retorted, “Jealous?”
Shelly, seemingly noticing Simone’s and my brief moment, teased, “I think Bridgette wants to help you add to your list.”
I quickly came to my senses, none of them knowing of my submissive lesbian college past, and snorted, “As if.”
Simone pouted, “You wouldn’t do me, Bridgette?”
Deciding it was easier to play along, I faked confidence. “Oh Simone, I would devour you whole.”
Simone smiled, “Be careful what you say sexy, I just may take you up on your offer.”
Shelly got us back on track, “Ok, you two cool it off. We have men here; let’s keep our weekly lesbian slumber party conversations for another time. Markus, truth or dare?”
“Dare,” Markus replied.
Shelly teased. “Dare again, hmmmm, what secrets to you have buried in your closet?”
He shrugged nonchalantly.
Simone dared, “Flash your cock to us.”
Markus, surprised by this, responded, “Are you serious?”
“Deadly, I want to know if the big black man myth is real or not.”
Markus shrugged, “All right, I got nothing to hide.” He stood up, dropped his pants, and unleashed the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least nine inches and thick. It was impossible to believe such a geeky looking man could be hiding such a large package.
Shelly complimented him, “Markus, where have you been hiding that snake?”
The wittiest thing I had ever heard from him escaped his lips next. “In my pants.”
We all laughed as he put his snake back in his hiding spot.
Shelly was next and picked ‘truth’. Markus asked her, “Have you ever been with a black man?”
She smiled and responded back with a question, her tone dripping with flirtation, “Is that an offer?”
“Maybe,” he shrugged showing a confidence I only saw in him when he was talking computer shop.
After an awkward silence, Simone pointed out, “Hey, you never answered the question.”
Shelly smiled, “Yes, I have if you must know.”
Frank chose ‘truth’ as well. Shelly asked, “Is your cock as big as your muscles?”
Frank, used to Shelly’s forwardness, chuckled, “Big enough to keep many fires burning once I get my hose inside.” The naughty innuendo had me wishing my growing fire could be quenched with a big hose.
“I need exact measurements,” Shelly insisted.
He shrugged, “I don’t know. I am no Markus, but I am a solid seven plus inches.”
Shelly looked at me, “Do you have a ruler?”
“Yes,” I responded.
“Go get it,” she ordered, as she often did.
I stood up, stumbled a bit realizing I was drunker than I thought, and went to my desk in search of a ruler.
I returned a couple of minutes later and Frank had his cock out and Tina was stroking it, getting it fully erect, apparently for the measurement.
Shelly, in her usual authoritative tone, ordered, “Bridgette, measure Frank’s cock.”
I looked at Tina who nodded her head in agreement and I went to the couple, bent down and placed the ruler under Frank’s impressive fully erect cock. I tried not to touch his cock, but it was impossible. Tina lifted it up so I could get the ruler to the base and I measured Frank’s cock. “Seven and three-quarters inches.”
As I moved away, Tina stunned us all as she suddenly took her husband’s cock in her mouth for a few quick bobs. When she was done she shrugged, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.”
I stared at them, suddenly turned on. Shelly announced, “Bridgette got turned on watching Tina suck off her husband.”
I quickly defended myself, “I did not.”
Shelly laughed, “You are practically drooling.”
I continued my denial, “I am not. I was just surprised by it.”
Tina looked at me and offered, “Want a taste?”
“What?” I gasped, shocked by the offer.
Tina chuckled, “I’m kidding, Bridgette.”
I laughed back, but the thought in my head was I would love to feel that cock in my mouth or pussy. The game continued, and it was my turn to be the center of attention.
Frank, his impressive package back in his pants, asked, “Truth or dare, Bridgette?”
“Truth,” I answered.
Frank smiled, “Would you have sucked my cock if my lovely wife here would have allowed you to?”
My face went instantly beet red and my pussy began to leak slightly at the thought as I tried to think how to answer the question.
While I remained silent, Shelly pushed, “Bridgette, I think your silence has already given us your answer, but you need to answer the question.”
Attempting to be flippant, and over-the-top to make it seem all more outrageous and absurd, I responded, “Fine, yes I would sucked his cock until he sprayed his hot seed down my eager throat.”
Frank responded, with a smug tone I couldn’t quite understand, “Good to know, Bridgette.”
Tina slapped my ass, “You slut.”
I shrugged, playing along in this crazy game, filled with sexual innuendo, “Maybe, but only if you offered me his sweet cock.” I shocked myself and the gang when I finished by giving his still fully erect cock a gentle squeeze in his trousers.
Shelly chuckled, “Well, this game is really getting interesting.”
Trying to get the attention away from me, I turned to Tina, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” she smiled.
Deciding to keep the naughty game going and answer the question that had my pussy all wet, “Would you ever actually let someone suck your husband’s cock?”
Tina, her smile shifting slightly from sweet to wily, “Do you mean would I let you suck his cock?”
I quickly shook my head ‘no’, even though that was exactly what I meant. “No, no, no,” I stammered, “I was just keeping up the bizarre sexual undertones of this game.”
Shelly interjected again, “Sure, sure, Bridgette. We can all see the hunger in your eyes.”
Tina pushed me too, her tone playfully sinful. “Do you want to fuck Frank too, Bridgette?”
“What? No!” I gasped, desperate to get the attention off me.
Tina burst out laughing, “I’m just fucking with you, Bridgette. But to answer your question, yes I would, and I have let other women play with my husband’s delicious cock.”
Before I had time to filter her shocking answer, I let out an involuntarily, “You have?”
Tina smiled, “Hmmmm, indeed we have.” As I allowed this shocking revelation about Tina and Frank to spin in my inebriated mind, Tina turned to Jon, “OK Jon, truth or dare?”
Jon shrugged, “You choose.”
Tina paused before saying, “Dare it is. I dare you to kiss Bridgette. I think she clearly is in need of some loving attention.”
“What?” I blurted.
Jon moved to me, “Come here, baby.”
I looked around as all eyes were on me. I stood up and walked over to the super handsome Jon. My panties now were completely damp as I was both mortified and turned-on by the sudden attention I was receiving. I reached Jon and he pulled me in and gave me a warm, passionate kiss. His hand also went to my ass and gave me a firm squeeze.
Shelly broke the intimate moment. “You two need a room, or maybe just a bed?”
I broke the kiss, attempting to be casual even as my loins were heating up and distracting me from thinking straight. I ended the awkwardness the best way I knew how, by announcing, “I have to pee.”
I quickly staggered to the bathroom, the wine really doing a number both in my head and on my bladder. When I returned to the living room, Tina handed me another glass of wine. Shelly announced, “While you were gone, Bridgette, we decided since your birthday is next week we are going to play a special game of Bridgette-enhanced Truth or Dare.”
“Say what?” I asked, confused.
She flashed me a coin and said, “We will flip a coin and if it is heads it is ‘dare’ and if it is tails it is ‘truth’.”
“OK,” I responded, “but how is this Bridgette-enhanced?”
“Because,” she smiled, pausing for dramatic effect, “Every one of us will flip a coin and then ask you the question or give you a dare.”
The realization that it was all about me suddenly became crystal clear and I asked, “Why?”
“Because it is your almost birthday and because you desperately need it.”
“How so?” I questioned.
She walked over and gave me a big tit-crushing hug, before whispering in my ear, “Trust me.” Her hot breath on my ear made my sweet tingle start again and when she slid her tongue in my ear, my left leg gave out briefly. Just as quickly as she teased me, she moved away and I sat back down on a chair taking a lengthy sip of my wine…wondering what the heck was happening.
Shelly tossed the coin to Jon who flipped it and said, “Heads…dare it is.”
Acting way more confident than I was feeling, I quipped, “Go for it!” I followed this up by spilling wine on myself and cursing, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”
Jon said, “Well apparently fate stepped in. My dare is for you to take off your shirt and leave it off.”
I looked at him stunned. “Are you serious?”
He shrugged, “That is the dare.”
I smirked back, thinking two can play this game. I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to him, my pink lace push-up bra now the center of every man’s and woman’s eyes. Instead of being embarrassed by the staring, I felt sexy and confident and the dampness in my pussy increased.
Simone joked, “What a cute bra, you must have been hoping for some action tonight.”
I blushed, attempting to be suave, “Well, a girl should always be prepared.”
“Indeed,” Shelly smiled, her provocative tone unsettlingly me.
Simone flipped the coin in the air and I watched it hit the floor, roll around, and land tails-up. She smiled, “Truth this time, Bridgette.”
Taking a long drink of wine, I confidently retorted, “Ask me anything!”
“Have you ever dyked out with another girl?”
I responded flippantly, “Haven’t we all?”
Simone inquired, “Do tell.”
I shrugged, ignoring the fact that I was my two roommate’s submissive pet on more than one occasion back in the day, I answered, “My roommates and I often played.”
“And…” Simone pushed.
“And what?” I asked coyly, enjoying teasing the beautiful redhead.
“Did you eat pussy?”
“I think that I have told the truth already,” I replied.
Shelly intervened, her tone demanding, “Answer the question, Bridgette.”
Always being the follower to Shelly, I quickly answered, attempting to be slightly crude, “Yes, I ate their cunts.”
“Get fucked by them?” the redhead delved deeper.
I looked at Shelly who gave a just-answer-the-fucking-question look. “Yes.”
“In the ass?” Simone asked the ultimate taboo.
I nodded weakly in the affirmative.
Frank picked up the coin, my face burning with embarrassment, my pussy burning with need. He flipped the coin and caught it and showed it to me, “Heads.” He paused, seeming to think what to dare me to do before looking at Shelly who gave him a slight nod. I was confused by the brief interaction, before Frank dared, “I dare you to give me your panties.”
I always got turned on by the thought of flashing and being an exhibitionist, so this was not a big deal. I quickly slipped my panties off and tossed them to him.
To my surprise, he put them to his nose and said, “Hmmmm, you smell delicious.”
I blushed yet again, as Shelly walked over and took them demanding, “Let me see.”
One of my best friends took my panties and took a long lengthy sniff at the crotch. “Hmmmm, I agree, they smell delicious.” She then added, “And fuck, they are drenched. What is getting you all wet, Bridgette?”
Suddenly everyone staring at me had me both excited and nervous, but I retorted, “I plead the fifth and it’s not your turn to ask me a question yet.”
She smiled and said, “Oh it will be soon.” Her tone dripped with flirtation.
Tina grabbed the coin and flipped it. It was tails this time. ‘Truth’. Tina didn’t even hesitate as she asked, “Do you ever fantasize about being the center piece of a boy and girl orgy?”
I was flabbergasted by the question. I could have remotely expected such a question from Shelly, but from Tina…never. Yet, there it was just lingering there in the air, six people staring at me waiting for an answer to the absurd question. I answered, “Sometimes.”
“How often?” Tina questioned.
I shrugged, “I don’t keep stats.”
“More than once a month?”
“Probably.”
“More than once a week?”
“Sometimes.”
“Interesting,” Tina said, letting her response to my humiliating answer linger for all to contemplate.
Markus grabbed the coin and tossed it in the air. It landed at his feet and I, now very drunk and unable to see to clearly, bent down to see what it was. Heads.
Markus looked down at me deadly serious, at my subservient position, and dared, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette.”
I gasped. “What?”
He began immediately to pull down his pants as he repeated, “I dare you to suck my cock, Bridgette. Don’t pretend you don’t want to.”
Looking at the big black snake, I definitely wanted to, although I even more definitely wanted it inside me. I was fucking hornier than I could ever remember being and desperately wanted to be fucked. Deciding ‘fuck it’, I grabbed his massive black rod and leaned forward, taking it in my mouth.
He moaned, “Good girl.”
Wanting to be a good girl for him, I bobbed up and down on his cock ignoring the audience, who were probably watching in shocked awe. Soon I forgot them and I began to rub myself as I slobbered on his cock. I don’t know if I was really good, or if he has a quick trigger, but in only a couple of minutes of concentrated cocksucking I felt a sudden spray splash the back of my throat. I didn’t slow down and swallowed every last drop of his salty seed, all the while rubbing my clit attempting to get myself off.
Suddenly I was brought back to the cold reality…I had just sucked off a co-worker in front of a group of friends as Shelly announced, “My turn.”
Markus pulled his dick out of my cocksucking lips and said, “That was great, Bridgette. You are a natural born cocksucker.”
What does one say to such a compliment? Thanks? I remained silent, suddenly paralyzed by my actions.
Shelly pulled me up and said, “For the last round of the game Bridgette, I am going to give you a buy one, get one free, deal.”
“How so?” I asked, staring into her hypnotic eyes, as her hand went under my skirt and to my wet pussy.
“I am going to give you one truth and one dare,” she revealed.
“OK,” I replied mindlessly.
“Truth first,” she smiled, her finger easily parting my glistening pussy lips and sliding inside my wanton pussy.
“Kkkkkkkk,” I moaned, greatly distracted by her touch.
“Do you want to eat my pussy in front of all our friends and then be ravished by the rest of the group?”
“Desperately,” I moaned, wanting everything she just said to happen.

Read 55467 times |
Rated 88.8 % |
(143 votes)

Vote list (Close) :Steff_89
: POSITIVEliknlow
: POSITIVEMaster-Twain
: POSITIVEFuck Petal
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

My Gay Sex Life: Chapter III

Third part is here as i promised it to be, this series is based on a true story, the names are the same, but the exact order is messed up and some events are ‘exaggerated’ to make it sexier. Enjoy 🙂

Nervous Wreck

This is my first story, so please leave a comment on any positive/negative parts that you found. I have a few large story ideas but a fellow lit author told me to start small with a short story before tackling a large project. So here is my short story, it is really quick into the heated scenes but I tried my hardest to keep a small story going through all the smut.
I hope you all enjoy and no-one in the story is under 18.

A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say.
He has shown me depths of depravity I had never thought I could go to. Men and women have fucked me and I have willingly fucked them, in groups and as individuals.
He has required I stand and be used as a dog’s bitch and though that was unpleasant as an untried thought, I loved it as an actualized event, from the very first mount. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. I wear full sun-type dresses or ma kettle dresses as I call them. This fits with our country lifestyle and also works for Master, as he requires dresses with full flowing skirts and no panties underneath so he can take me without preamble of removing clothing. I am also ready to go to town and fit in if we need to.
After I fucked the dogs the first time. Master said they were my Masters, too, and that I must give myself to them anytime they show an interest and it is discrete to do so.
The dogs seem to know this, for anytime I venture outdoors, one of them, and usually all of them come running up if they aren’t kenneled, and at least one of them will nuzzle under my skirt to sniff my cunt and see if I am breedable. Since this is expressing an interest, I dutifully drop to all fours and throw my skirt onto my back, and take my mounting. Then in the peeking order of the pack they will all fuck me. One after another, the next in line taking up position in my cunt or ass, depending on what they find when they mount me, and the one just concluded fucking me moves around to my head for a sucking off. They seem to know I am required to suck clean the cock that fucks me. There are times I think it is the blowjob they are after. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would.
I even have a Mistress who is submissive to Master, but Dominant to me. She is a real bitch, though don’t tell her I said so. Woman can be so abusive to other women, more so than any man could. She makes me feel so deliciously worthless when she uses and demeans me. Her humiliation of me is complete and total when I am between her legs licking her pussy or ass. I feel so worthless and so humiliated when she is training me. My Master never takes me to this extreme, at least not up until this day.
I awoke that morning in a good mood, because it was my birthday and I was in my Master’s collar.
I wear soft lens contact lenses. I hate glasses. This particular morning while I was cleaning one of my lenses before putting it in, it tears. It is Saturday, so I will have to wear my glasses until Monday, when the pharmacy in our Podunk town opens again.
It is my birthday and we have a celebration planned for that evening. Six couples, friends of ours, are coming over and they will likely use me as a slut and a whore for several hours. The perfect night for the birthday slut, er I mean girl. Now it’s going to be marred because I have to wear glasses. I was upset.
I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”
I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things.
He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me on my mind. But this morning he just rose and walked to the counter and put his cup in the sink. Then he walked to the alcove on the backdoor, where coats and etc., hang.
“kajira, over here, now!”
He spoke harshly in a tone that defied refusal. I jumped up from where I was sitting drinking orange juice and eating a toasted English muffin with cream cheese, and almost ran to where he stood.
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled a dog collar and leash off the coat rack and fit it around my neck.
“Take off your robe, slut.”
My robe landed in a heap in the floor where I stood a few seconds later. I stood nude before him. I slept nude and until I showered I usually just wore my robe around the house.
Master clipped the leash to the lead ring on the collar and turned to open the door.
He led me into the backyard to where a huge Oak tree stood as a bastion its shade providing respite against the summer heat. On the way he stopped at the tool shed and brought out another collar and a length of chain and three padlocks of varying sizes.
At the tree, he ran the length of chain around the base and padlocked it with the biggest lock. Next he put the collar around my neck and padlocked it on with the smallest lock. The end of the chain that went around the tree was then padlocked to the lead ring on the collar with the third lock.
“On your hands and knees slut.” he commanded me. I obediently went to all fours in the shaded grass under the tree.
“I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. If you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. You are to stay on your hands and knees and you will eat like a dog from a pan without the aid of your hands until I say otherwise.”
“But Master it’s my birthday.” I protested feebly.
His hand landed swiftly and with a loud resounding slap on my bare ass.
“Bitch dogs can’t talk, they only whimper or bark. Your birthday soiree for today is cancelled, you need discipline.”
With that he turned and went back to the house. I was in deep trouble already so I didn’t dare get up off the ground. I couldn’t get loose from the tree anyway.
After a while Master brought the rest of my English muffin and cream cheese in one stainless steel dog dish, my OJ in another and some water in a third. He didn’t speak. He just set them down scratched the top of my head as if I truly were a dog and went back into the house.
Mid-afternoon, he brought me out a dish with some lunch in it. It was vegetable beef soup, so I had to lap it with my tongue. It was slow going, but I finally licked the bowl clean. I looked for my Master as I finished lapping the last of the soup from the bowl, hoping he had been watching, and was pleased and would end this punishment. Other than his early morning “boner reducer” before I got up I hadn’t been fucked at all and I was getting horny. Master had usually fucked me or had me fucked at least four times by this time of the day.
Master had been watching, but also had Bill Caldwell, Master’s friend from the feed store in town, where he bought chow for the dogs. I don’t know how long he had been standing on the back porch with Master, but both were tossing back a beer and judging from the amount of tilt necessary to the can as they drank, they had been standing there drinking for a while. I was immediately humiliated.
Here I was, naked, chained in the yard and eating like a dog out of a bowl. I felt my cheeks flame beet red and then got the dread going as Master and Bill stepped off the porch and started across the yard toward me. Master approached and scratched my head like a pet doggie and spoke.
“Bill, this is my newest bitch. She is not purebred, so she won’t be bearing any litters for me. She is strictly for pet pleasure, but she has a bitchy streak I am going to need to train out of her.”
Bill wasn’t a professional dog breeder like Master, but he spoke as if he knew what he was saying.
“I have heard you can use limited doses of humiliation rather than corporal punishment to achieve the same end. The animal rights folks think it is a great idea, since you don’t have to inflict pain on the animal.”
“I have heard that, how does that work, do you know?” Master inquired, continuing the act the two were playing out.
“Something like this I have heard.” Bill offered, as he unzipped his pants and started to pull out his flaccid cock. The first stream of urine hit me square in the forehead.
I dropped my head, feeling humiliated and disgusted. His urine continued in my hair and down my back until after what seemed an eternity, he must have emptied his bladder, for his stream stopped. While it was happening, I never felt so humiliated in all my life.
Here I was an attractive 23 year old a real hottie by all accounts, on my birthday, chained to a tree, naked, forced to act like a dog, and being pissed on by a man who was little more than a stranger to me. At the same time that I felt utterly disgusted and demeaned, I felt an excitation start in my cunt.
My interior cunt muscles began to ripple and the juices started to run, to the point I felt them trickle down the insides of my thighs. Don’t ask me to explain it would be impossible. Chalk it up to the complexities of the human mind. I was getting sexual excited from being pissed on. There was no denying it. The ripples in my cunt were the first signs of an impending orgasm. My nipples began to stiffen almost immediately.
Once his urine flow stopped, Bill quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my urine soaked hair he forced his crotch into my face. Guiding his still flaccid cock across my lips, I dutifully opened my mouth and took his cock inside.
As I began to suck his flaccid member to life, knowing a good fucking was about to ensue, and needing it badly, I diligently sucked the awakening fuckstick. I felt Bill flex his muscles and the last squirt of his urine exited his cock and into my mouth and throat.
As I swallowed his golden stream, I felt the orgasm begin in my cunt and spread its delightful warmth throughout my crotch and belly. I was totally debased and feeling completely humiliated, at this point, yet I was having an orgasm for it.
What was wrong with me? Here I was, collared naked in the yard, being pissed on by a strange man and having an orgasm when he pissed in my mouth. I know I am a slut, and I love it. I know I am a whore and will take on all cummers if my Master requires it, but even this surprised me.
I sucked Bill to a raging hardon, and he used my cunt until he unloaded the contents of his balls. I dutifully sucked his cock clean, and he rejoined Master on the porch.
I was exhausted. I lay in the soft lush grass, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afternoon sun.
I was awakened when Master came out and rubbed mosquito repellant all over my body. There was West Nile virus in the mosquito population and the sun was moving toward setting and the mosquitoes would be seeking a blood meal soon, so I was appreciative of this caring gesture, not to mention his hands roaming all over my naked body. I was a good three to four fucks behind my daily average, and I was horny as hell. It was my birthday for crimminy’s sake. I should be getting the royal fucking I was expecting and not this bitch dog treatment. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at Master. It was, after all, my undisciplined attitude that had gotten me here.
As he applied the Deet-based repellant, I heard noise coming from the direction of the porch. Looking that direction, I see several people on the back porch watching.
Master returned to the porch and the group assembled there are partying and having a good time drinking beer and throwing catcalls my way every so often. Master had left me a bowl of food. But I wouldn’t reduce myself to eat from the bowl in the presence of these strangers and acquaintances.
Full darkness descended before long and the revelry on the porch continued. I was feeling a bit upset that here it was my birthday and everyone but me was partying. Then the partygoers decided to include me.
One-by-one, they drifted out to where I was secured in the yard. I was fucked repeatedly. At one point there were more than one out with me, and no one waited. Each found a hole to fuck, even if the preferred hole was occupied. I was cunt fucked, and my ass found itself full on occasion, too.
Any cock that appeared in that end came around to the front to use my mouth. I guess they all knew I had to suck clean all the cocks that fucked me. Even the ones who fucked my ass.
I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasn’t too bad. At least I was getting my daily ration of fucks.
My Mistress came out later. A few minutes before she came I had seen Master fucking her on the porch. I was instantly jealous. Master usually fucked me four-to-five times a day. Today though other than his morning wood, he hadn’t touched me. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded balls.
A little while later, amid my own fucking as another of the porch guests used my cunt, I saw my Mistress getting hosed heartily by one of the large black men that was partying on the back porch. He had already used me once, and where they were standing, my Mistress bent over the porch rail I could see his big cock pounding into her.
I heard her moan loudly then ask permission to cum, amidst the slap, slap, slap rhythm of their bodies meeting as they fucked. Master granted it and my Mistress orgasm overtook her.
“Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big black cock.”
I wasn’t aware the noises had stopped until Mistress set a small footstool down in front of me and sat down.
She scratched behind my ears and patted my head as if I truly were a dog, then pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, drawing my face to her cunt. She spoke and her words made me feel the humiliation of what I was experiencing again.
“Lick my cunt clean, bitch.”
I began to do as I had been commanded. Her cunt was a messy swamp of her own cunt juice mixed with Master’s and the black man’s cum. I licked and sucked drawing the cum out of her in great gobs, dutifully swallowing each mouthful. Mistress enjoyed my efforts as much as I enjoyed performing them. She commended me after I got her off with my mouth.
“You suck pussy as good as you suck cock bitch. But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. It is because you love it, you nasty little whore.”
I wasn’t allowed to talk since I was a bitch dog, so I just kept lapping at her still oozing cunt. She was right I did love it so. I knew if I could get her off again, the contractions of her cunt muscles would push more of the gobs of man cum from her depths. I felt the muscles ripple across her belly and she released her stream of urine. I felt the warm stream enter my mouth and the slightly salty taste and I gulped it down, as the biggest orgasm I had ever had ripped through my own belly. I gulped and gulped not wanting to lose a single drop. I was a committed urolagnist now and would gladly drink from the fount of man, woman or beast, for the tremendous orgasm it would give me.
Master released the dogs after our guests left. They all took turns repeatedly mounting and fucking Master’s newest bitch. Dawn was streaking on the horizon when the last one dismounted and came around to my head for his clean up blowjob. Then he too lay down beside me and slept as the others had.
Master came out mid-morning and released me. The boys had all started mounting and fucking me again, earlier in the morning, and all had had me at least once. Duke, the Alpha male German Shepherd was pounding away at my cunt for the third time this morning when Master unlocked the chain from my collar.
“When the boys are through using you, you may return to the house.”
No longer a dog-bitch-in-training I replied, “Thank you Sir.”
I learned from that day and I have never talked ‘pissy’ to Master since. All-in-all it was a pretty good birthday though I didn’t think so at the time. Though it started out slowly, I was probably fucked more than my daily average and I was taken to a new level of submission and I learned a new depravity that I found pleasurable.
Thank you Master for loving me. I love you for your knowledge and wisdom.

Read 52734 times |
Rated 89.1 % |
(129 votes)

Vote list (Close) :crimson934
: POSITIVEMurcielagoZero
: NEGATIVE

Please rate this text:   

Master Claims His Pet Part 2

I woke up slowly. I think my entire body was sore, although most of the pain was concentrated in the muscles between my legs. I stretched slightly, realizing as I moved that I was under the satin sheets of his bed and the ties that had bound my arms had been released. I opened my eyes. The curtains over the windows were drawn, showing me that it was still night. My new master was not in bed beside me. I turned over to the empty side of the bed, my lower lip trembling in disappointment.
“Carol Anne.” I sat up quickly and turned toward his voice, a smile breaking out across my face an instant before a slight wince replaced it as the pain of my sore muscles flared up. He was sitting in a chair not far from the foot of the bed. On the table next to him was a glass of wine. He had a book in his hands that he lay down beside the glass as he smiled at me. Much to my disappointment, he was wearing pants.
“Did you enjoy your little rest?” I nodded slowly. “Are you hungry, pet?” I realized at that moment that I was indeed starving, and told him so. “Then come here, little one.”
I got out of bed and turned to walk toward him. I froze when I saw his eyes were narrowed at me. He flicked a single finger down towards the ground. It was then that I noticed that a plate of food and a glass that was sitting on a stool at his feet and understood. I dropped to all fours and crawled to him. He didn’t really smile at me, but his frown did disappear. I stopped at his feet.
May I?” He nodded, and I placed my head on his knee. He placed a hand on my head.
“You learn quickly, Carol Anne.” He ran his fingers gently through my hair as I waited for him to give me permission to begin eating. He was watching me carefully, a small smile returning to his face. Finally he gestured towards the plate of sandwiches.
“Eat, my pet, while we discuss some things.” I reached for one of the sandwich halves and slowly ate while watching him. He, however, was staring out the window at the stars. I had finished one half of a sandwich and had started on a second before he spoke.
“You realize that I have every intention of keeping you here until I tire of you, don’t you, pet?” I didn’t answer, just smiled broadly at him. He looked down at me when I didn’t answer, saw my smile and looked back out his window, even though it was so dark I couldn’t see anything out it.
“I imagined you would be quite delighted at this. I have already indicated to your boss that you would be leaving. He believes you are coming to work for me, which I suppose is not entirely untrue.” He smiled slightly to himself.
“How did you…” I said softly before I realized it said it. I quickly covered my mouth with my mouth, looking up at him, expecting to see anger. He did frown slightly down at me.
“Finish eating instead of talking. If you have questions, you may ask them later.” I nodded and took a sip of the drink in the glass. It appeared to be a red wine, but was thicker and appeared to be stronger. I eagerly took another sip as he continued speaking.
“I will deal with your friends as the need arises.” I frowned slightly, not really wanting him to harm my friends, even if we weren’t really close anymore. He seemed to notice my frown because he gently said, “Despite my nature, I am perfectly capable of handling things without violence, Carol Anne.” I relaxed at his words.
After that, he turned back to the window, seeming to be thinking something over. He was, however, stroking my hair, petting it quite absentmindedly. I sat at his feet sipping my wine as he sat quietly thinking and petting my head. Finally, I lifted up slightly into his hand like my childhood cat would do as I pet him. My master looked down at me, smiling softly.
“Am I boring you, Carol Anne?” I smiled but shook my head playfully. “Are you finished eating?”
“Yes, Master. It was very good, thank you.”
“You’re quite welcome, pet. Now put your glass down, you have more to learn.” I obeyed eagerly, turning so that I was kneeling between his legs facing him. It had not yet occurred to me what he wanted.
“My pet, I must say I thoroughly enjoyed you earlier.” I smiled enthusiastically, but he simply raised one of his hands and continued. “But there is much more of you to enjoy.” His hand slid under my collar, using it to pull me closer. “Take it out, pet.”
I slowly unbuttoned and unzipped him, reaching into his pants for the object of my desire. It wasn’t completely hard yet, but his size was still quite considerable. Having him in my small hands made the fire within me flare up quickly again. I looked up at him for guidance. He met my glance and then moved to settle himself more comfortably in his chair. He pulled me closer by the hair until my lips were an inch away from him.
“Open and put it in your mouth, Carol Anne.” I licked my lips and did as he told me. I tightened my lips around him and start to gently suck at him. I started to take more of him in my mouth and gently bob my head up and down on his cock as my tongue massaged the underside of his cock. At first, I had no problem taking him in my mouth, but he quickly grew quite hard and larger in my mouth. I was now struggling to stretch my mouth sufficiently around him.
Try as I might, I couldn’t see his face from my angle, but I could hear his soft moans and grunts at my actions, and his hips were thrusting slightly towards me. Finally, I felt a hand on my head firmly yet gently pushing me down, forcing me to take more of his cock. I gagged several times as his cock forced his way into my throat. I could feel my throat contacting around his cock, trying to dispel him. He let up on the pressure on my head for a few moments allowing me to take several deep breaths before he pushed back down on my head. He repeated this several times, and each time I made sure to continue my sucking as well as the massage of my tongue.
The fourth or fifth time he pushed me down, my nose pushed into his pubic hair. He held me there for a moment before I heard him grunt slightly. He pulled me up slightly so that only part of his cock was in my mouth as he said, “Swallow it all, pet.” He grunted again, and I felt his cum spurting into my mouth and onto my tongue. It was far hotter than I had realized. I held his cum in my mouth until he finished and sat back with a sigh. I let his cock fall from my mouth as I closed my eyes and rolled his cum around on my tongue, savoring the taste for several moments before swallowing it. I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He was watching me, but finally spoke.
“You did better than I thought you would,” he said, “although I’m sure you will improve in time.” As he said it, I felt tears fill my eyes and lowered my head, feeling that I had disappointed him. I blinked quickly trying to prevent my tears of frustration from falling. I felt his finger under my chin to lift my face towards him, but I turned away quickly. Immediately I felt his hand slap across my face and his hand cupping my chin to force my face up to look at him.
“Do not pull away from me again, Carol Anne.” His voice was even softer and more dangerous than usual. For the first time since having arrived, I was actually scared.
He let me go, however, and sat back, watching me. I raised my hands to hover over his knee, hoping to be able to touch and placate him. “May I, Master?”
“No.” I lowered my hands back to my lap, sadly. “I never thought you to be such a perfectionist that you couldn’t acknowledge that you could improve something you’ve never done before. Unless, of course, you have such experience I should expect more expertise,” he sneered. I shook my head fanatically, opening my mouth to answer him. “Don’t talk. I don’t want to hear your voice right now.”
I whimpered slightly and sat back on my heels. He was watching me with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, he spoke again.
“Do you know how old I am?” I shook my head, wondering at the seemingly irrelevant question.
“Suffice it to say I am centuries old. You are hardly the first I have claimed.” He paused for some time.
“However, you are the undeniably by far the most responsive and one of the most obedient and affectionate pets I have ever had the pleasure of claiming. I have never been more pleased with my choice of pet.”
I smiled slowly, not sure he wasn’t kidding. He smiled his slight smile back at me and continued. “Now stop your pouting because I note you can improve at something. It’s infantile and annoying.”
“May I speak?” I asked softly. He considered, then nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Master. I just thought I was disappointing you.”
“You weren’t. Trust me; you’ll certainly know if you do.”
“Are you going to punish me now for pulling away from you?”
He cocked his head slightly, obviously thinking. “Wait right there.” He got up and walked to a cabinet on one side of the room. He opened the door closer to me, preventing me from seeing what was in this cabinet. “I must say, pet, that there is such benefit to living in this century. So many toys readily available.” He closed the cabinet, and I finally saw what he had brought out. It was a leather flogger. He played with the tassels as he spoke to me.
“I don’t think my belt really made the impression I was hoping for, so let us see what this can do.” He used my collar to drag me to the center of the room. There was a hook hanging from the ceiling there that I hadn’t noticed earlier. He threw the flogger on the bed, and then pulled out a length of rope.
“Your hands.” I lifted them up to him, my eyes still on the flogger. I was still scared about the beating I was about to receive. He tied my hands together and then slipped the rope over the hook. My hands were raised high above my head. Only the balls of my feet touched the floor. He stepped back and looked me over. I saw him out of the corner of my eye but I was more interested in the flogger. He picked up the flogger and used it to turn my face towards him.
“Just remember that I love you,” he said softly before he brought the flogger down onto my left breast. I jumped at the pain, and whimpered slightly as the flogger fell onto my right breast. He continued until five blows had landed on either breast. He paused and I relaxed slightly, thinking it was over, but he only moved around to my back. He continued my beating, this time allowing ten blows to fall on my ass. He paused again.
“Now spread your legs.” I whimpered again through my tears, but did as best I could. He was in front of me again, this time raining four blows on the insides of each of my thighs. I was crying softly now.
“Just two more now, pet.” I was relieved until the first blow landed on my exposed pussy. I screamed, barely noticing the second strike. I stood there crying in pain as he put his toy away. He returned to me, untying my hands and whispering the only thing that could have alleviated my pain, “Good girl.”
He carried me to the bed, laying me on my stomach. I tried to roll over, but his hand pushed down on my back, preventing me. I frowned for a moment before I felt his hips against me, and realized that he was hard and throbbing again. Apparently, my master now wanted to take the last virgin part of me.
He moved away from me to get something, presumably some sort of lube. He inserted two fingers into my anus, trying to spread the lube around sufficiently. I heard him spreading the lube onto his cock before placing it against my hole. He leaned into my ear.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked in a mocking tone. I knew perfectly well he wouldn’t be gentle even if I asked him to, perhaps especially not if I asked. It didn’t matter, though; if I had wanted gentleness in a lover, I would not be here.
“No, master, I don’t,” I told him honestly. He chuckled against me.
“Insatiable,” he whispered as he began to push into me. It burned at first, only to be replaced by sharper pain. He seemed to be having trouble pushing into my tight hole. When I saw that he was half way into me, he pulled out slightly to thrust back into me. He continued in this manner, pulling back only to thrust even further into me. Finally, he pushed his hips against the sore cheeks of my ass.
It took longer for the pain to fade than it had when he first took me, but in time it did. I tried to thrust back against him, but found it difficult from my angle. He seemed to realize this and, without pulling out of me, he lifted my hips so that I was on my hands and knees. From this position, I could meet his thrusts without reserve.
I had not expected to enjoy this as much as I had our previous acts, but I slowly started to feel pleasure at his thrusts. The pleasure quickly spread when his fingers began to rub at my clit. He leaned forward over me to whisper in my ear.
“Cum with me, Carol Anne.” I nodded, unable to speak. His thrusts were getting stronger, and his fingers were circling my clit faster. I was incredibly close, but held myself back, determined to wait for him. I was rewarded when I heard him whisper, “Now!” followed by his groan of pleasure. I let myself go, feeling the pleasure flow through my body, causing it to convulse under him for some time. I collapsed onto the bed as he slowly pulled himself from me.
“Come clean me off, pet.” I slowly pulled myself off to look at his wilting cock. Somewhat reluctantly, I licked it clean. I finished without verbal complaint, but couldn’t help making a slight face.
“Do you not enjoy that particular act, pet?” he asked as I lay my head on his thigh. I hesitated before answering.
“I will do what you ask me to do, Master.”
He chuckled slightly. “That is not what I asked.”
“No, Master, I didn’t. But…”
“You’ll do as I tell you, I heard you the first time you said it. But I will keep your dislike in mind nonetheless.”
I was surprised, but answered with, “Thank you, Master.” I was exhausted now. My two naps since the morning were simply not sufficient when compared to the energy I had expended. Barely able to keep my eyes open, I asked him where I should sleep.
“Unless I tell you differently, you may sleep at the foot of my bed.” Slowly, I crawled to the foot of his enormous bed and curled up there facing him. I felt him place a blanket over me before I fell into a deep sleep.
****
He looked at the foot of his bed, where his newest pet was curled up and fast asleep. He had had all types over the years. He had never wanted to keep any of his women permanently, so he went through many. He had had blondes, brunettes, redheads. He had had small women and large women, tall women as well as short women. He had claimed someone from most countries in the world today. While most of his women were virgins, he had occasionally taken women who were slightly used as well as incredibly experienced. Some of the women he claimed came willingly, while others he had to drag back to his home and break over time. However, he had not lied to her; he had never had a woman who was so responsive or so eager to please from the beginning. He had taught such responsiveness to some of his women, but it came so easily to her. Furthermore, she had accepted her punishments better than anyone before. He had yet to test the full extent of her, but he doubted he would be disappointed. If anything, he felt that in time she could only improve.
Considering her lying there, he felt for the first time that he might have found his perfect pet. If she continued to please and improve, he might just make her completely his. Forever.
In her sleep, Carol Anne felt a deep sense of contentment and fulfillment that consumed her. She smiled in her sleep, feeling truly happy for the first time in her life.

Read 30468 times |
Rated 89.2 % |
(166 votes)

Vote list (Close) :Frenchii23
: POSITIVEblackwolfwithgoldeneyes
: POSITIVEtake_control
: POSITIVEplowme69
: POSITIVEBunnytom
: POSITIVEDuke of York
: NEGATIVEAngelsnDemons7375
: POSITIVE

Please rate this text:   

Home parties

I’m Dutch, so English is not my native language. Hope you like the story, please respond!

The Kink Palace

In the near future, a young Irish girl fulfills her fantasy of becoming a prostitute at Japan’s most expensive brothel: the Kink Palace, a place where there are no limits… only price-tags.