I heard her chuckle. “His cock’s delicious, isn’t it, Slut? This is John and he makes sure your master makes lots of money. He’ll be fucking your wet little slut pussy hard soon. You be a good little slut, and make sure he knows how thankful you are.”
She pulled my leash and I reluctantly released his cock as she led me to the last guest. The slim-built man in front of me was my height and when I fished his cock out of his pants, I found it to be a wonderfully curved six inches. I set out to immediately take him all the way into my mouth. I sucked his cock greedily until Amanda pulled me back by my leash. “I see you enjoyed Michael’s cock. It’s the perfect size for ass fucking but I’ll let you find that out for yourself.”
She led me over to a nearby chaise. On my knees, I waited while she dropped her dress on the floor and settled onto the chaise. She spread her legs, and her bald pussy glistened. “Lick my pussy, Slut. Make me cum.”
By this point, I was so fucking turned on that I was ready to scream. Her plump pussy looked delicious and I decided that since Tera’s and Karen’s pussies tasted so nice, I might as well try another one. Calling a halt to my degradation didn’t enter my mind as I settled my mouth on her wet pussy. The combination of her perfume and her natural scent thrilled my senses. I wanted to give her pleasure, I wanted her to orgasm on my face, and I wanted to make sure that she would always remember me.
I went after her pussy like I was putting on a demonstration for pussy eaters everywhere. Her hand held the back of my head and she moved her hips, sliding her pussy up and down my tongue. “Slut is really good at this. Oh, my god, Slut! Lick that pussy. Lick it good, Baby. FUCK!”
I grinned while my tongue lashed her pussy. Her head fell back against the chaise and she quivered and shook. I was very proud of what I’d done to her and she seemed quite pleased herself. This submissive thing had turned out to be a lot of fun. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
I didn’t have long to wait. I felt a set of hands grab my hips and looked over my shoulder. Kent was behind me and his massive cock was throbbing against my ass. He rubbed his cockhead up and down my labia wetting it thoroughly, then centered it at my pussy. He pushed and slowly slid in deep until I pushed against his stomach with my hand. His cockhead bumped against my cervix before sliding back. He plunged back in as deep as I could stand, and suddenly, it was on. He fucked me long and hard while my head rested on Amanda’s thigh, and she stroked my hair.
His animalistic fucking brought me to my peak and threw me over the edge faster than I think I’ve ever cum. Amanda held my screaming mouth against her pussy as I continued to cum all over her husband’s cock. I was barely recovered from the ecstasy when he abruptly pulled out, grabbed my hair, and pulled my face to his cock. I took his cock in my mouth just in time to catch his massive load. I loved swallowing every bit of it and kept sucking his cock until he pulled me off him by my hair. “That’s a good little slut. Go wash up for dinner, and no playing with yourself. You are not to touch your pussy.”
Amanda pulled me into a heated kiss before letting me stand up. She pointed toward the bathroom door and I spent a few minutes freshening up before re-entering the room. Everyone was seated at the table and the only remaining seat was a low bench that was placed between Ron and his wife. A strange contraption rested on the bench and my curiosity was aroused.
Ron stood and took my hand. He walked me over to the bench. I noted that the contraption was round at the top and had a dildo sticking up in the middle along with a pad with little nubs on it positioned in front. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the thing’s purpose. Ron led me to the back of the bench. “This is a Sybian, Slut. This will be your seat for dinner.”
He had me straddle it and guided the lubed dildo into my pussy. I settled onto the Sybian and found that I was sitting at the perfect height to eat along with the others. From across the table, it looked like I was just another guest at the dinner table, assuming you ignored my attire.
Everyone started eating and I followed suit. I was chewing the first bite of an amazing chicken dish when Ron turned the knob on the control box and any thoughts of eating were blown from my mind. The sudden vibration against my clit took my breath away. Just when I managed to breathe again, the dildo in my pussy started moving in a delicious way. I barely managed to swallow the food in my mouth before I started to orgasm. I couldn’t help it. I had no time to adjust or have deep thoughts. My pussy decided it was her turn, and away we went.
It was quickly determined that feeding me by hand while keeping me mid-orgasm was the fun thing to do. It certainly was the most orgasmic meal I’ve ever eaten, although I couldn’t tell you what any of it tasted like. When the main course was over, they gave me a break. I sat on a real chair fully equipped with a soft towel because, frankly, my pussy was dripping. I managed to catch my breath and by the time dessert was served, I had my second wind. I had a feeling that I was going to need it.
The dynamic changed after dinner. The focus wasn’t entirely on me as the dinner guests became more intimately involved in the activities and each other. Amanda took my leash and led me over to Ron. “Here’s a little slut for you, Ron. She’ll be a nice little bonus for John and Michael if you’d like to share.”
A rush ran through my body. The sexual part of me was highly aroused by the idea of three men having their way with me. My reasoning mind reacted predictably. Are you fucking crazy? Yet, I let myself be led over to John and Michael. From that point on, I had no idea what anyone else was doing. I was laser-focused on the three hot men with lustful looks on their faces aimed directly at me. I cannot describe the erotic thrill it gave me to have them look at me like that.
Still, my rational mind resisted, and for good reason. I wasn’t ready for this. I just wasn’t. As exciting and erotic as the thought of being their slut was, I couldn’t do it. “Guys, I’m sorry, but this is too much. I can’t fuck you guys. I’m really sorry, but no.”
Ron hid his disappointment better than John and Michael did and his response surprised me. “On your knees, Slut. We’ve decided to let you suck our cocks.”
I’m sure he threw that out there as a last-ditch effort. Imagine his surprise when I dropped to my knees and reached for his belt. He began stripping off his shirt as I worked his slacks down and off his feet. I pulled his boxer briefs down to reveal a very nice cock that looked just a little larger than Ben’s. I remembered it well from my introduction to it earlier. At that moment, I was glad I was blowing him because I wasn’t so sure I wanted his long fat dick slamming against my cervix. Thinking about it, I decided getting it to that point would probably feel amazing.
I barely heard John and Michael stripping behind me as I took Ron’s massive cock into my mouth. He was rock-hard and I tasted his salty pre-cum as my tongue caressed him. I went to town on his cock, sucking him for all I was worth. I wanted his cum in my mouth and I wanted it now. His hands clamped onto my head, slowing me down. “Slow down, Slut. You don’t get my cum that easy.”
I set a slower pace and enjoyed running my tongue up and down his heavy shaft. I felt hands on my back, then a hand on each tit from the two men behind and on either side of me. A hand ran up my inner thigh and was soon joined by another on the other leg. The two hands met in the middle. One played with my clit while the other slid a fingertip into my pussy. The finger teased my opening by circling around and dipping in an inch or so. The finger left my pussy and slid up to circle around my rosebud before dipping back down for more moisture.
I was panting as I sucked Ron’s cock voraciously. His hands clamped to my head, keeping me from going as fast as I wanted. It was erotic torture. These three men were winding me up and making the slut side of me want to overwhelm my logical side. The finger that had been teasing my pussy pressed against my anus and slowly pushed inside. Someone was kissing my back as the hand on my clit went for more territory. Fingers brushed across my clit and descended to my pussy. One finger, then two, slid inside me as the fingertip in my ass moved deeper.
I was moaning around Ron’s massive cock when it began to swell in my mouth. I took him as deep in my mouth as I could as the first jet of his cum shot down my throat. Suddenly, I was orgasming and swallowing. Each pulse of cum down my eager throat created a sympathetic pulse in my pussy. I sucked his cock like it was my lifeline, keeping me anchored to the earth. When I released Ron’s cock, he staggered back and fell back into a chair with a look of shocked wonder on his face. “That has to be the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”
I barely registered his words as my own orgasm was finally fading. The two men behind me pulled away and gave me a moment. When I opened my eyes John stood in front of me. “My turn, Slut. Give me the best blowjob of my life.”
I felt what had to be Michael’s hand on my ass and greased fingers slowly sinking into my ass. I practically dove onto John’s cock. He was a very respectable size but not as overwhelming as Ron. Swallowing him was much easier and his pubic hair was soon tickling my nose. I took my time worshipping his cock until my leash pulled my head back. Michael grabbed it and was keeping me from the cum I craved. “You love sucking cock don’t you, Slut? I think you’ll love sucking John’s cock while my cock is in your ass. Care to find out?”
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