Miss Allison Ch. 04

Literotic asexstories – Miss Allison Ch. 04 by soppingwetpanties,soppingwetpanties
Miss Allison (Ch. 04)

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This chapter can stand by itself, but you’ll get more out of this story by reading Chapters 1 through 3. This chapter has cum eating and pegging in it.

Dedicated to David. It’s my spin on his kinks.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Chapter Four

I was a dumb shit.

I was fifty-five, divorced and not really the first choice for beautiful younger women. Yet there I was with two hotties, though maybe not in the traditional sense. I was going to be their submissive, by choice, and subject myself to all kinds of abuse in the guise of humiliation or worse. I’d already served as Miss Allison’s toilet slave in the executive men’s washroom of my most important business client. Looking back on it, it was the best sex of my life, licking the pee off her pussy and then savoring a refreshing hot piss chaser. It was beyond exciting to be performing an intimate service for my Queen, my wonderful Miss Allison.

It was only the second day of our “relationship” (though I’d known Miss Allison for two years, but only as next-door neighbors), yet I’d already professed my love for her with the gamey flavor of her piss still in my mouth. It’s hard to describe the kind of intense love I had for Miss Allison. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever been with, and for her to take me on as her submissive was the best (and at the same time scariest) thing that ever happened to me.

And then, to make it even better, Miss Allison brought in my boss, Miss Meghan, to join in on the fun. Miss Meghan’s girlfriend was a wannabe submissive so Miss Meghan wanted to experience BDSM firsthand with me before deciding whether it was for her (and her girlfriend). I was more than happy to be her guinea pig (or any pig for that matter). It was my dream to submit to a beautiful woman and to have two was beyond my wildest dreams.

How was I about to fuck it up? I had the harebrained idea of recording my sessions with Miss Allison with a hidden camera so I could have premium whack off material for later. Of course I did a shitty job hiding the camera so Miss Allison found it before I had a chance to watch what it’d recorded. I was a fucking moron. So there I was, kneeling naked and on my hands and knees in my own kitchen, terrified, under Miss Allison’s piercing stare. She was wearing a Domme costume she borrowed from a friend – – low cut black leather bustier, short black leather skirt and thigh high lace up black leather boots with stiletto heels. She looked stunning and menacing at the same time. My penis, which was rock hard, voted for stunning.

Now I was going to face the music with Miss Allison with Miss Meghan as a witness. I was awaiting my punishment with the shattered remains of the spy camera scattered all around me. She had just ground the camera to dust with the sole of her ass-kicking boots. To top it off, Miss Allison was brandishing a nasty looking flogger and was about to beat the shit out of me for betraying her trust.

“Do you know how I found the camera?” she barked at me.

Miss Allison was not at all nice in the way she asked me.

“No Miss Allison,” I squeaked. I’m not sure it mattered what I said. I was totally and thoroughly fucked.

“Your cat. Can you believe it?” She pointed to the high pantry shelf I’d put it on. “He jumped up there and pushed aside the plant that was hiding it.” She laughed in my face. “Even your cat wants to fuck with you.”

Not only were these two women about to punish me, but it was also my black cat, Lord Vader, who was Pontius Pilate incarnate. Betrayed by my own cat. After belittling me about my own cat, she deepened my sense of shame.

“So what were you planning on doing with the video?”

I had already dug myself a deep grave. Lying or withholding information was no longer an option for me. I’d already learned my lesson, lying to her once and paying a big price. Besides, I was sure she’d already figured it out. It wasn’t as if my needs weren’t obvious.

“I wanted to masturbate while I watched it,” I confessed, confirming what she already knew. Men think with their dicks. Dicks aren’t very smart. I wasn’t.

“You’re a fuck-up David,” Miss Allison said dismissively to me. “You had the unmitigated gall to secretly record our sessions and then you planned to disobey my order not to cum without permission?”

Guilty as charged. “I know,” I said to Miss Allison, “but I’ll be better. I promise.”

“Promise?” Miss Allison said, mocking me. “Your promises aren’t worth shit.”

I couldn’t lose her. “What can I do to make this right?” I asked, not wanting to sound desperate even though I was.

“You’re going to give Miss Meghan the rest of the survey and I’m going to record it. And then she, like me, is going to do whatever the fuck she wants to you. And I’m going to watch while she does it.”

This whole shitshow started when I took an online BDSM sex survey and printed out the results. Miss Allison found a hard copy of it that I’d mistakenly (or maybe purposefully) left in my printer tray. Fifty questions and fifty highly explicit and embarrassing answers. She’d given the first two pages to Miss Meghan and I’d promised to give her the rest of it so I would be the unquestioned instigator of my own humiliation. Miss Meghan wanted me to give it to her as an insurance policy against a harassment claim I might file against her (even though I had no intention of doing so).

“Get up,” Miss Allison ordered.

A copy of the survey was sitting on the table. She handed it to me. All seventeen pages. Miss Allison picked up her phone and pointed it at me. She was capturing the upper half of my flabby body in the picture.

“Go ahead,” she said.

I handed the survey to Miss Meghan. Miss Allison kept the phone pointed at me, so Miss Allison’s voice was off camera.

“What is this?” Miss Meghan asked.

“It’s a sex survey I filled out. It has my answers to fifty questions about my sexual desires and perversions Miss Meghan.”

“And I have your permission to share this video and the survey with anyone I please?” Miss Meghan asked me.

“Yes,” I answered.

Miss Allison stopped recording.

“That’s it. I’ve got what we need. Now get back on your hands and knees slut.”

My knees creaked as I once again knelt on the hardwood floor. Miss Allison came over to me and put a heavy wooden cutting board on my back, the one I used to carve the Thanksgiving turkey when I did that sort of thing. I had to brace myself by constricting my abs to support the additional weight and to take some of the load off my knees.

Miss Allison went over to the refrigerator and opened it. I heard her moving bottles.

“How about this one?” she said to me, waving a bottle of chardonnay I’d been saving for a special occasion. She looked at the price sticker that was still on it. “$60? Wow. That’s a lot for a chardonnay.”

“Whatever you want Miss Allison,” I said.

“Well good,” she said. She put the bottle on the cutting board and used the corkscrew to open it, putting a lot more pressure on my back. I wobbled a bit as she leaned on me.

“Steady now. We wouldn’t want to spill any of this delicious wine, would we?” she asked me rhetorically.

I gritted my teeth and stayed in a kneeling position while Miss Allison took out the cork and added two wine glasses to the board. She poured wine into each glass and then left the rest of bottle on the cutting board.

“Don’t move slut,” she said to me. As if I had a choice.

“It would be a shame to spill any of this expensive wine,” she added as she walked away.

Miss Meghan had already parked herself at the kitchen table across from Miss Allison and the two were deep in conversation, drinking my wine and ignoring me as I suffered a mere few feet from them. The college sorority sisters were catching up on twenty years of life since college. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been kneeling, but it was long enough that Miss Meghan and Miss Allison visited me twice to refill their wine glasses. My knees were already killing me, but then my back was screaming from having to hold and balance the cutting board and the wine bottle.

Miss Allison got up from the table with an empty wine glass in hand.

“That chardonnay was good,” she told me. “Do you have any more?”

I didn’t. I had an open bottle of cheap cabernet in my refrigerator. I told her and she retrieved the bottle. She sat down and filled their glasses. After they’d resumed their conversation Lord Vader strolled over to them and rubbed his head against Miss Allison’s sexy black leather boot.

“Oh, here’s the kitty I was telling you about,” Miss Allison said to Miss Meghan as she scratched Lord Vader between his ears, just where he liked it.

“He’s cute,” said Miss Meghan. He had managed to roll on his back so Miss Meghan was able to rub his soft fat fuzzy underbelly. He was a shameless whore. Like me.

Then Miss Allison looked at me with a scowl on her face. It was a “you’re in even more trouble look.”

“This wine sucks,” she announced.

She’d brought a large canvas tote bag with her initials embroidered on the face of it that was sitting on the floor next to her. She called it her “goodie bag.” She pulled out a cream-colored ceramic dog dish with “SLUT” crudely painted on the side.

“It’s for you,” she said smugly. She dropped the bowl on the floor with a loud thump. The sound got Miss Meghan’s attention. She was on her phone and turned her head to pay attention to what Miss Allison was going to do. She snickered when she saw Miss Allison dump her glass of wine into the bowl.

“And this too,” she said. “This sucky wine has your name written all over it.”

Lord Vader came over to investigate the new dog dish. He got a whiff of the cheap wine, turned up his nose and sauntered away.

Miss Allison tapped the handle of the flogger against the palm of her other hand as she spoke.

“So David. Back to this trust issue. We all must trust each other and yet you chose to secretly record our sessions. You didn’t think giving the survey to Miss Meghan was all I wanted, did you?”

“No Miss Allison. I’m sorry,” I said, apologizing again.

She picked up her own dog-eared copy of my survey and read it.

“Question 12. ‘Have you ever been flogged? Did you want to be?’ You answered no and then yes.

She dropped the survey on the table. “I think you’re going to get your chance now. Crawl in front of the dog bowl.”

I did. There was no hiding my erection. My excitement was there for all to see. So was my fear, which was written all over my face.

“Count,” she said. I could hear the swish of the flogger’s falls, and then felt the impact on my bare bottom. I was pleasantly surprised that it stung, but not too badly.

“One,” I said.

She continued with the same force until she finished number twenty. Even though each individual stroke didn’t hurt, the cumulative effect was giving me a hot glow. Sweat started streaming down my forehead. The salty liquid was stinging my eyes.

I was facing Miss Meghan, who was still seated at the table. She read from the survey. “Question 15. Have you ever had an orgasm after the infliction of pain? You answered no. And then the follow-up question was ‘Would you like to?” and to that question you answered ‘yes.'”

“Start touching yourself for me David,” Miss Meghan said.

My eyes never left her as my right hand started the familiar dance with my penis. It felt oh so good.

“You’ve never seen my vagina… my pussy… my kitty… have you David?” she asked, spreading her legs wider so I could see up her skirt.

“No Miss Meghan.”

“Would you like to?”

My voice perked up. “Yes Miss Meghan. Very much so.” My excitement blocked out the pain. I’d never seen Miss Meghan’s private parts though I’d fantasized about what she looked like naked. I couldn’t believe she was going to expose herself to me.

I watched as she rose up on her seat and slid her panties to the floor. There was an unmistakable wet spot on them. She hiked up her skirt though her knees were together so I could only see her bare legs.

“Ask Allison to flog you harder. If you do, I might reward you.”

I would have done anything just for the chance to be rewarded by Miss Meghan. I begged just because she wanted to, even if I was going to pay a bigger price.

“Please Miss Allison. Flog me harder.”

I said it with feeling.

This time she wasn’t so kind. There was a snapping sound when the falls connected with my inflamed butt. I yelped loudly before saying “Twenty-one.”

I apparently wasn’t giving Miss Allison enough of a charge. “Jerk off faster slut,” she said with a raspy voice that was sexy as hell.

I did, and Miss Meghan spread her legs apart slightly but I strained but still couldn’t see between them. She was teasing the hell out of me.

“Ask again,” she insisted. Her wish was my command.

“Please Miss Allison, can I please have another, and harder please?”

Twenty-two came. The intensity of the pain made me see stars. Sweat was dripping off my chin. My eyes were stinging badly and I could barely see. I remembered to keep stroking myself and surprisingly, despite the incessant pain, I felt I was close to cumming.

Miss Meghan upped the ante moving her knees farther apart to give me a glimpse of her pussy. She wasn’t shaved like Miss Allison, but her bush appeared to be well trimmed. I couldn’t believe my good fortune in having Miss Meghan show herself to me. I thought my penis was going to explode in my hand.

Miss Allison’s timing was impeccable. She moved the dog dish underneath my cock and then hit me with five strokes in rapid succession.

“23, 24, 25, 26, 27,” I rattled off. My ass was on fire and so was my penis. I was ever so close and she knew it and was going to use it against me.

“Permission to cum Miss Allison?” I asked in a shaky voice. The dam was going to break.

She whacked my ass again. “Permission denied.”

“I’ll remind you of Question 15. Are you interested in orgasm denial?” Miss Allison recited. “You said ‘yes’ so I’m just accommodating your desires.”

“Can I change my answer Miss Allison?” I asked hopefully.

“No,” came her immediate and crushing response. Orgasm denial was kind and cruel at the same time. I knew this type of edging would make the climax sweeter, but the waiting was torture.

Miss Meghan opened her legs wider to tease me more. “Do you like what you see David?”

Of course I did. But saying it out loud was her way of making me submit to her.

“Yes… yes,” I panted. I could see everything between her legs. I was desperate and she was just making it worse.

Then Miss Allison smacked my ass with the flat of her hand. It triggered an orgasm I couldn’t stop. I came hard, splattering my seed on the outside and inside of the dog dish as well as on the kitchen floor. It was a blessed relief after two days of them tormenting me.

“Tsk, tsk,” Miss Allison said. “Couldn’t hold it, could you?”

“I’m sorry Miss Allison,” I said, though I really wasn’t. It was a fantastic orgasm.

“Apology accepted.”

Miss Allison took a long zip tie and bound my wrists behind my back.

“Bondage. Question 22. Check,” she said with a laugh.

“Why don’t you drink your wine? And while you’re at it, clean the outside of the bowl and the floor.”

Still on my knees I looked down at the bowl, wads of white cum floating in a sea of red. I leaned forward and started lapping at the cum laced cabernet. I think the wine tasted better in the dog dish.

“Question 34. Would you eat your own cum? You answered ‘yes.’ So enjoying your wine?” Miss Allison asked me.

I looked up at her. Cum tainted wine dripped off my chin. “It was delicious,” I said to her.

She chuckled. “Figures. Finish up.”

The bowl still had a fair amount of wine in it. I hunched over the bowl and lapped up the rest, making sure I licked the cum inside the bowl. Because I didn’t have use of my hands when I tried to lick the cum off the outside of the bowl, I only succeeded in pushing it across the kitchen floor. Miss Meghan got out of her chair and planted her foot on the floor, allowing me to pin the bowl against it. I was able to finish cleaning the bowl inside and out. I looked up Miss Meghan’s skirt and snuck a peek at the tops of her creamy white thighs. I’m sure she let me do it, but the idea it was a stolen glance made it more thrilling. She moved her legs closer together to get my attention and motioned over to the area of the floor that was still splattered with my cum.

She didn’t have to say anything. I crawled over on my knees and got really low, using my tongue to swab the floor of my cum mixed with dirt and cat hair that had settled there. It was disgusting and curiously satisfying. In a kneeling position I let the cum puddle in the middle of my tongue and then showed it to Miss Meghan before swallowing. I wanted her to know I’d do anything for her. I was already starting to get hard again.

Always looking for an opportunity to humiliate me, Miss Meghan pointed down at my erection.

“Look, the old man is getting a woody. Twice in one day. He must really like this.”

“The survey don’t lie,” said Miss Allison.

There was cum dripping off my chin. I must have looked absolutely ridiculous. Miss Meghan came over to me and cut the zip tie that was binding my wrists together. They were sore, but I resisted rubbing them.

“Congratulations David. I never dreamed that your reward for making the biggest sale of a mediocre career was to lick up your cum off your own kitchen floor. And me watching you do it made it even better, didn’t it slut?”

This was my boss talking. The person who would determine my bonus. Just that day I had closed a sale that would net our company $9.6 million over three years. We were talking about a mid-six figure bonus. She was watching me humiliate myself in unthinkable ways and would go back to the office to make a recommendation on the bonus I would receive. I needed to tell her that what was happening to me that instant was the most important thing in my life, not my fucking bonus.

“Nothing compares to being of service to you and Miss Allison.”

Miss Meghan’s ruby red lips parted and her tongue poked out, wagging at me. Standing over me, she took a wider stance so I could get a clear view up her skirt. I could see everything. She was wet. I could see the dew on the ends of her pubic hairs.

“Do you see what this has done to me David? Allison told me this was good, but it’s better than good. I haven’t felt like this since my first fuck. It’s raw. It’s so dirty. I love it. My girlfriend’s going to love this.”

Then she flicked her red manicured fingernail against my sore hardening penis.

“Oww!” I screamed. That was unexpected. Maybe she was loving it too much.

“Sensitive little bugger,” she said to me, and not sympathetically. She reached down and tickled my wrinkly balls. I thought I was going to pass out.

Miss Meghan suppressed a laugh. “You David are so predictable. A flash of my pussy and your cock does the talking. You’re pathetic or maybe I’m just that attractive.”

“It’s the latter Miss Meghan,” I assured her.

“Of course you’d say that. You have a thing for me, don’t you David, even though I’m a lesbian. Truth or dare time and I don’t think you want to dare me.”

My balls were in a mental vise. Should I tell Miss Meghan my true feelings? My boss who I have to see practically every day? The kinds of things Miss Allison had already done to me made clear that a dare would be far more consequential and just plain fucking scary.

I chickened out and told her the truth.

“I have lusted after you Miss Meghan. I’ve imagined you naked. I’ve imagined having sex with you,” I admitted.

“And right now. Are you lusting for me now?”

“Yes.”

I think my honesty surprised her.

“Why thank you David. I didn’t expect you to come clean, but you did. Maybe I should tell Miss Allison to go easier on you. But no. On second thought you want Miss Allison to be hard on you, don’t you?

I could see Miss Allison was watching my interchange with Miss Meghan with great interest.

“I want Miss Allison to do whatever she wants,” I said obediently.

Miss Allison acknowledged my obedience with a nod. She sorted through her goody bag until she laid her hand on a battered leather dog collar. In a kneeling position I was only waist high to her. She bent over to put the dog collar on my, which gave me an unobstructed view inside her blouse. I could smell her perfume as her slender arms encircled my neck to fasten the buckle. Her sumptuous tits, which I admit I couldn’t help but stare at, were practically touching me. The sight of her deep cleavage made my cock jump.

“Stay still,” she told me.

Lord Vader came over and rubbed his head against me.

Miss Allison chuckled. “I guess your cat agrees. Seems like a good time for you to bark like a dog.”

“Woof,” I said.

My black kitty gave me a puzzled look.

“That’s not very convincing,” Miss Allison said.

Miss Allison unbuttoned her shirt to her waist and lifted one of her large, pendulous breasts out of her bra. I was kneeling mouth agape as she pinched one of her pink hued nipples.

“I’ll bet you’d like to lick this, wouldn’t you?”

I nodded enthusiastically.

“Try again,” she said.

“WOOF!”

Lord Vader hissed at me and ran away. Coward.

I let my tongue hang out of my mouth. A slender thread of drool dripped onto the floor. I looked at her attentively.

She rolled her eyes at me and then tucked her breast back inside her bra and rebuttoned her shirt. End of playtime. Miss Allison’s delicate fingers meandered down my chest and then tugged hard on my white chest hairs.

“Though there’s always hope, isn’t there David? Isn’t that you? Unrequited love for women you’ll never have?”

She was touching my soul and ripping it out of my chest at the same time. She was still unattainable to me and yet she was right next to me. I could only look at her with puppy dog eyes and nod.

Miss Allison seemed pleased and that made me very happy.

“That’s good David. That’s the first step in recognizing who you really are. It’s that unrelenting need that drives you. You’re a needy motherfucker, aren’t you?”

Her beauty was distracting me from her taunt.

“Hmmm?” I asked.

“Needy motherfucker… you.” Her voice was sharp.

“Yes Miss Allison, I’m a needy motherfucker,” I said with no hint of shame. She understood me.

I was a slave to my needs and she knew it. I told her what she already knew, but she wanted to hear it from me. She walked behind me and pulled me to a stand. She stood close enough I could feel her hard nipples pushing against my back. She put her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward so I could feel her hair brushing against my cheek and her hot breath in my ear.

“You are a piece of shit, aren’t you David? My friend Lori read the survey and agrees with me.”

She wasn’t able to see my eyes open wider when I heard yet another new name. Who else had a copy of survey? Did she post it on the internet? Miss Meghan could see the reaction on my face and was laughing at me. She must have been told about Lori. Miss Allison started laughing with Meghan. She knew she was pushing my buttons by sending copies of my survey to total strangers.

“Ha, ha, ha. You want to know who Lori is, don’t you?” Miss Allison asked in a mocking tone. She was clearly getting off on the power she was exerting over me. Meghan was enjoying seeing me squirm. She could also see the precum leaking out of my erection so she knew I was sexually aroused by the humiliation I was feeling.

Miss Allison got even closer. She was practically glued to my back. I could free the full weight of her breasts rubbing against my back. Her hair was tickling my neck. Her hands went perilously close to my cock. I felt helpless and couldn’t move even if I wanted to.

“I loved reading your survey,” she whispered in my ear. “I’ll admit I masturbated after reading it and came really hard. Do you know why David?”

I was on the verge of hyperventilating. “Wwwhy?” I choked out.

“Because it made me want to do all those things to you. I’ve never done this before so let’s just say it’s on the job training.” She pinched my nipple hard enough to make me whelp. “I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”

The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end. She pulled me towards a kitchen chair and forced me to kneel and lay across the seat so my butt was completely exposed. I heard the kitchen door open and close. Then the clicking of heels on the kitchen’s hardwood floor. A woman I didn’t know standing in front of my prone body. I craned my neck up so I could see her.

The woman was casually dressed, forty-ish with dark hair and even darker eyes. She was attractive but not glamorous, plus size with a curvy body. Maybe a rugby player. I had no doubt she could beat the crap out of me if she wanted to.

“I’m Lori, one of Meghan and Allison’s sorority sisters. It’s Miss Lori to you. I’ve brought one my girlfriend’s favorite toys.”

She was holding a big black dildo in her hand. She waved it at me.

“Naked and bent over a chair?” she said standing over me. “You must be David. They told me you were some sort of sex slave but I didn’t believe them.”

She slapped the dildo hard against my ass. I bounced on the seat of the chair.

“But weren’t fooling, were they?”

I didn’t think she wanted me to answer so I didn’t. The dildo stung and Miss Lori was scaring the shit out of me.

“You like that, don’t you David?”

“Yes,” I said to the floor.

“But I guess that would fit for someone who’s about to get pegged in their own kitchen.”

Her nails ran across my inflamed bottom. It was on fire.

“You know that Allison sent a copy of your survey to all of her sorority sisters. We’re all members of Me Fukka Yu. Get it slut?”

Miss Meghan and Miss Allison were howling with laughter.

“It’s question seven silly. Lucky seven. “Are you interested in being pegged? You answered yes and here I am.”

“Thank you Miss Lori.”

She bent forward so she was whispering in my ear, confident Miss Meghan and Miss Allison couldn’t hear her.

“You know David, I was one of their sorority sisters but they’ve lost touch with me. When Allison sent me a copy of your survey I knew I had to have you. You see, unlike your girlfriends over there I have a lot of experience doing this kind of thing to guys like you. So I’m going to enjoy this David. More than you can imagine. You’re not going to be able to walk for a week after I’m done with you.”

She stayed close to me so I could feel her breath on my neck. I could feel her long fingernails leave long light scratches down my ass. I could see her move out of the corner of my eye and then I felt the wetness of her tongue put out the fire in my ass. Her hand gripped my cock and started pumping it. It was hard as a rock. I hadn’t been able to have an erection after I came since I was in my twenties.

“You’re not going to cum, are you David? You don’t want to get in trouble with me so soon, do you?

She slapped my ass again with the dildo. It stung a lot. Then she wet her finger and rubbed it against my asshole. It felt so good with her playing with my cock while she was rimming me with her finger.

“You do want to cum, don’t you David?”

“Yes Miss Lori,” I answered.

What else could I have said? Twice in one night?

She spit on the dildo and shoved it under my nose.

“Lick it. The wetter you get it the easier it goes in.”

I slathered the shiny black phallus with my saliva, knowing it would soon be all the way up my ass. That thought frightened me.

She took it out of my mouth and I watched it as she inserted it into a harness, making it protrude lewdly in front of her. She strapped the harness on and forced the black phallus between my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and rubbing the bulbous head against my virgin anus. She put her hand on my back and braced herself for what was to come.

Are you ready slut?” she asked. She wiggled the head of the foot long dildo, stretching my virgin hole to accommodate her monster cock. God it hurt.

“Uhhh,” I grunted. “Oh God.”

Miss Lori stopped pushing, letting me adjust to the feeling of fullness.

“How does it feel slut?” she asked me.

“It hurts Miss Lori,” I told her, telling her the truth. But with Miss Allison and Miss Meghan watching, I didn’t want to disappoint them. “But please don’t stop,” I added.

She lowered her voice so only I could hear her.

“Don’t worry slut. I’m not an amateur like Allison and Meghan. I’ll fuck you nice.”

Then as she started fucking me the pain melded with a pleasant warmth, and soon I was pushing back against her to fuck her back. We got into a rhythm, the chair’s legs bouncing on the floor as we fucked. When I lifted my head I could see Miss Allison and Miss Meghan moving closer to watch their sorority sister fuck my ass with gusto.

My ass was getting real sore.

She leaned over my back and pushed the dildo in balls deep. She bounced on my ass, making the chair legs jump on the floor.

“I told you I’d like this David.”

She licked the inside of my ear and then blew in it. Her breath felt like a biting wind and goosebumps came up on my arms. She slapped me on the ass hard enough to raise me off the seat of the wooden chair.

“Now I’m going to fuck him real hard,” she announced to her sisters.

I could hear a light round of applause from Miss Meghan and Miss Allison.

Fifty questions.

I knew I’d never make it but I didn’t care.

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To be continued…