Mistress Barbara Pt. 30

Morning came and I quickly found myself attending to Miss Eleanor’s toilette. She stroked Mistress’ rigid cock as she emptied her bladder into my mouth. Her pee was bitter and hot as it scoured my tongue. Drinking piss is an acquired taste, but for me it comes down to simply loving being between beautiful women’s legs with my face planted against their vulvas while my mouth feasts on their pussies. Ever since Rachel Hairston talked me into tasting her snatch in the girls’ room in seventh grade, I’ve been a sucker for pussy, pun intended.

As soon as I attended to the final drops of her urine, I turned my focus to her pleasure. I took my time, savoring her taste and aroma and enjoying her tidy little folds. I concentrated on slowly working my tongue deep inside her fiery hole. She ground herself against my face, greedily seeking maximum contact with my voracious mouth. Her sweet nectar flowed generously, slaking my desperate thirst for her glorious gift. She came, gushing like a river three times before she pulled back, breaking our connection. She slumped into the pillows propped against the headboard and reached out to stroke my hair affectionately.

We were lying together like that when the door opened, and a vision entered. She was tall, slim and had a mane of the most beautiful red hair I had ever seen. It was thick and dark red, curling luxuriantly past her shoulders. It framed her gorgeous face perfectly taking my breath away. She cracked a sparkling smile revealing her perfect teeth that spoke eloquently of her intelligence and humor.

“Caught you.” The gleam in her amazing blue eyes had wicked, lecherous overtones that made Mistress’ cock twitch eagerly.

“Fucktoy, this is my lovely protege, Robin.”

“He’s pretty.”

“And talented too.”

“Hello, Miss Robin. May I say that you are incredibly beautiful.”

“Why yes you may, pretty boy.”

She flashed me a brilliant thousand-watt smile.

“I bet you’d like to play with him.”

“Damn right. But first I need to run to the bathroom. Long drive.”

“Need to pee, eh?”

“Badly.”

“He’ll take care of that for you.”

“Really?”

I rolled onto my back, opened my mouth and beckoned her with a crooked finger. She glanced quickly at Miss Eleanor who nodded emphatically and gestured gracefully toward me. Miss Robin needed no further invitation and quickly slipped her dress over her head before climbing onto the bed and squatted above my face. I took hold of her hips and encouraged her down. Her unshaven pussy was as spectacular as the rest of her with a downy thatch of red hair one shade darker than her magnificent mane.

She smelled glorious and from the moment my tongue touched her firm folds and tasted her I was transported to my special place, floating on the ecstasy I have always experienced when faced with a wonderful new pussy. My tongue found her pee hole quickly and I gave her a thumbs up.

“That means he’s ready for you to piss.”

She let go immediately flooding my mouth with a forceful jet. She filled my mouth quickly with her golden gift, making me gulp it down as fast as I could to keep up with her. She wasn’t kidding about how badly she needed to go. The happiness I felt from the sexy humiliation of drinking piss directly from this magnificent woman’s loins for an audience made my cock throb. I greedily sucked as her stream trickled to an end, not wanting to miss a precious drop.

“May I play with him.”

“Of course, silly, that’s why I invited you over”

“Thank you, Eleanor, he’s beautiful. Nice balls and such a hard cock, mmm. Just begging for attention, isn’t he?”

“And he has excellent endurance.”

“Would you like me to play with your junk pretty boy?”

“They’re Mistress’ property. I’m sure she’d be happy for you to use me any way you like.”

“His Mistress put him up for auction last night at the party I attended.”

“You own him?”

“Just for the day. But until dinner time he’s ours to use as we see fit.”

Robin reached out to touch Mistress’ rigid cock with her fingertips, squeezing the spongy glans gently at first before increasing the pressure until she was pinching it ruthlessly. I moaned at the pain, and she giggled happily as she dug her nails in, turning my moan into a cry.

She shifted gears to stroke Mistress’ cock lovingly, erotically then took her balls into her other hand. Again, her touch was gentle, loving as she fanned the flames of my desire for her. I probed her folds with my tongue. It was her turn to moan as my tongue delved deeper into her hot, wet pussy. I licked from her perineum to her hardening clit repeatedly, enjoying the soft moans and muscular contractions my tongue was sparking.

Her arousal grew, and her hands became more intense, squeezing Mistress’ balls and dick insistently. She wriggled her hips to increase the pleasure she was taking from me. I hoped I was giving her as much pleasure. as I was taking from dining on her perfect pussy. I knew it couldn’t exceed what I was getting from my communion with her wonderous sex. Her hands told me as clearly that she was cumming, as her sex and muscular contractions did. A delightful flow of her silky sauce accompained her screaming climax and the terrible squeeze she inflicted on Mistress’ balls made my scream join hers.

“Can we try some of your wicked toys on him?”

“I have something new for you to try. You’ll love this.”

She opened the drawer and withdrew a package. I cringed at the sight, unfortunately recognizing what it contained. She handed the package to Robin who grinned delightedly when she realized what she had in her hands.

“Oh wow, I’ve always wanted to try this.”

She bounced with excitement, working her sex up and down on my face.

“You’ll love it. Go ahead, try one?”

She handed her a wine cork. Miss Robin gave her a puzzled look.

“You hold the cork where the needle will come out, so you don’t stick yourself.”

“Oh, very clever.”

“We don’t want him moving too much, so why don’t you put the cuffs on him.”

Miss Robin happily restrained me while Miss Eleanor opened the package, preparing to turn me into a pincushion.

“I’ll show you with the first one, then you can take over.”

The russet haired dream climbed off my face and knelt by my side to get a better view of Miss Eleanor’s demonstration.

She pinched up a small flap of scrotum and folded it over the cork in her left hand, then brought a needle up to touch the skin on the far side before shoving the needle through and into the cork. I managed to hold my reaction to only a gasp as the steel skewered me. The twinkle in Miss Robin’s eyes as she watched bode ill for the rest of my day. She practically drooled at the sight, and I knew that her spectacular beauty concealed the darkness that simmered under the surface. She was even more beautiful when she exposed her wicked desires.

Miss Robin had learned quickly. She added another, close to Miss Eleanor’s first effort. The pain was intense, as was her reaction when I cried out. Her shimmering secretions flowed immediately, slipping down her inner thighs when she pierced my flesh. She got right into it and quickly pierced Mistress’ scrotum with four more needles.

“You love this don’t you, naughty little pain slut?”

I moaned. She smiled, nodding at my tacit admission.

“Your owner marked her property.”

“Yes Miss.”

“You’ll see I have added my mark on her balls.”

She pulled my scrotum up to show me her handiwork.

The yellow hubs of the needles were arranged to describe a block letter R.

“You like?”

“It’s cool. May I thank you for the artistry, Miss?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Suffering for you has given me quite an appetite.”

I pushed her back onto the bed and looked down at her.

“You look good enough to eat.”

“Still hungry?”

“I doubt I could ever get my fill of you, Miss Robin.”

The smile that lit up her gorgeous face melted my heart and drew me down to her. I wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her, but I knew that wasn’t really on the menu. All I needed was another woman complicating my life, but she was irresistible. I dropped to my hands and knees, spread her legs and leaned back into her enticing red bush.

My lips met hers and I parted them with my ardent tongue. She gasped as I slipped into her hot, fragrant slit. I wondered if she knew that I was enjoying this even more than she was. She came hard, grabbing my head to pull my mouth tighter into

her sex as she cried out joyfully. I started to back away, but she pulled harder on my head.

“Don’t stop.”

It took me a moment to wipe the grin off my face so I could return to my delightful duty.

“Yes, just like that. My God your mouth is amazing.”

We stayed like that for nearly an hour, or at least it felt that long. She came four more times and flooded me with her passion nectar repeatedly. I would cheerfully have drowned in it and expired there between her lithe, muscular legs. She stroked my hair and told me she had never felt like that with anyone. I thought that she had the most amazing pussy I’d ever gotten to savor and told her as much.

“Enough, you kids are going to make me barf.”

We shared a sheepish laugh.

“Robin, take the needles out, I have a wicked idea I bet you sluts will love.”

Robin slipped the needles out of Mistress’ scrotum and applied alcohol with a cotton ball.

“Follow me,” Miss Eleanor commanded as she walked away. Robin grabbed a handful of balls to lead me behind her.

Our destination was a gyno chair where I was installed and restrained with velcro straps around legs, waist, arms, and a loose one at my throat. No danger of me moving while they did whatever when they stepped away. I could tell they were whispering, but not what was said.

They both wore cat about to eat the canary smiles when they returned. Miss Robin put a blindfold over my eyes, and I heard Miss Eleanor rummaging in a drawer. Miss Robin applied a copious glob of heavy lube to my anus, working lots of it deep into my rectum. I was still a little sore from Miss Taylor’s stout fucking the night before and hoped I wasn’t about to be fisted. The mere thought made my ass throb.