Tess

The crowd, mostly men get nearer to the threesome.?, they approach. Faces of shock, disconnect, and desire all in a musky heap nearest them. The glee from her Dom like a beacon over the scene, then shattered sound, her yulp to life, “they’re touching me!!”

i froze. Victim? Sister? my heart bounds towards them, springing up from my side. her clutch leaves me. Distended over her toes, she ache’s to fill her eyes with scene of this cadre’ of desire. Patent leather pumps bow, gleam grabs my attention to the curve of her calf. my eyes trace up her, as the din of the spectacle continues.

“Sir?” she yulps back at Master.

“‘ must be ideal as He hasn’t changed the scene,” Master roars from His armchair up at U/us. Calm, He continues, leaning into our H/hosts. They converse; nodding in agreement they look back on the scene.

“Sir… i,” sisters words lilt over the music.

“can’t turn away, can you,” rightly our Master returns. Gleeful, His uncanny means of control, insight over us.

Eyes between scenes, i look to His for approval, my feet slowly shuffling towards the mound of humanity building in front of us. Approval settles over His face as His voice dissipates;” want to touch yourself?” i move around the bed, back to the rack over the Leaders shoulder. i look back as my sub sister nods. my chin prone back into all this flesh before me, that woman’s features barely made out from all the hands.

“they’rwe touph-ching me,” tear filled, a still hard cock falls from her lips. her Masters grip firmly locked in her hair. Another a-stride her face to one side.

Heat builds to my right. Uncertain, i turn to where my sub sister has taken position. The vinyl from her hoop skirt wants to melt against my wrist. i pull her in for a better view,” are you ok?,” i ask.

“Master’s checked, it seems within their play.” my hand drops from her waist again flipping the skirt as it passes.

“i’ve not seen this.”

“something edging on a gang-bang?” she continues,” not usually, not here but…”

“no… this look of yours.”

Surely distracted by me, “i’ve worn it.”

“girl?… na ah, i love this skirt too much to forget it. You’ve been no-where near me in this thing, if you had, you wouldn’t be in it now, as i would be.” Giggling,” and they’re ok, yes??”

“huh, what…?? Fetish Factory.”

“Dear God girl, ” i break into her confusion, “get in there.”

“no… but i can’t tear away.”

“He’ll allow you to, just ask.”

“no… why can’t i tear away?”

i comb her hair through my fingers, breaking her attention well kissed by me,” i’ll ask Him for you.” my hand falls, tracing hers to find it below the vinyl hoop dress.

Hand squirming gently, “no don’t!” i jump back. She tenderly draws me back in, as my index finds her wetness… index, middle finger, ring finger, “don’t… i know what i’m allowed.”

“…but to deny our impulses, is to deny what makes us human,” smacks the sound of her wetness from between my fingers and from off my tongue. i continue,” he’ll…”

“one,” she snapped,” i’m allowed to cum once.” her hand behind mine, as she guides me past her thong again. “once… only,” she struggles to mumble.

our hands turns, the pace picks up. her eye’s like saucers.

“they’re touching me!” fractures my soul from my side. The look in her eyes, the scene unfolding to my… left? back? around us, as we’re center the melee. “they’re touching…” now my labia invaded.

“Red light?” a dark voice rolls down my spine. my fuck hole gushes,”gawd…” working feverishly at my sisters ‘one’, my hand drifts back to be replaced by her own. my hips fall back to accept the invasion; victim, willful, sub slut.

Craned over, one hand after another in my locks. The hot touch, glazed at my cheek, ” red light?” over and over, one voice then another. my jaw drops air force free by cock, one, then another, sword fighting for entry. my arms splayed wide, knees ache, in recollection, molested… felt up, throat fucked, cunt up for display. Hot, feminine, felt knee-ward… gawf… fuck, gawd gawd gawd, leaps from my throat repeatedly. “red light…?” haunts this voice, over me.

Shaped shadows, torsos, skin, a blur before me. i see her beyond them. Back pressed into the wall behind. Arched, chair-like she strains to avoid sliding to the ground; strains to keep her commitment. Skirt hiked to her tits, mouth screaming and nothing emits. On fire, my subsister, her hand a blur. Soul locked to my own.

loud cracks, moans, and madness has broken out beyond the crowd.

Hands overlapped, bound at my bony wrists. Bound, then drawn behind my head; secured to my torso. “red light?” reality a blur, i surrender. A cock gags me. Smothered in his bush, it swells. The knob pops from my throat, unable to escape i suck in; one’s Dick slit blossoms as it moves past my face. “ffffffFFFuck!!! It’s Hot!!!” He gushes over my cheek, behind my eye. i want to retreat. No. “gawd, red…”, i stop myself, the humiliation rushes over me, my most dessert heat, hair to toe, more complete than i’d ever envisioned. The safe words i’m halted from using, no… i won’t say.

If like magic, my hips rise. Feet airborne, light as a feather a dozen tender touches lay me,” they’re touching me…” she shrieks. Mounted, molested, and cum clad, she struggles. her shaved mound, red hot, looks up at me… forced face in. my tongue falls out to pad my landing, but fails, my nose crashes into her mound. instinct insists i make her feel… better? i’m wanting her panic to die away. “they’re touch…!!!!” my slit smothers her plea. God, no… queening, throne, no… no.. not me?! Her tongue, lips, chick mumbles into me, i qweef. A cock rams home in my throat.

Choked, i wretch hard around this Dick. “i’m cum… shit, Sir, may i??” i need to… mouth full. “hmmmm.. M… Um?? quuummmm?? Mmm??” wretch harder still, i sense a pop as my ass gives way!!! Taken!!!! Tears leap from my eyes, then fall weak. i’m gonna… gonna, “Sir May i cum?” i scream ignoring the breath i require.

Like a warm blanket meant to save me, “yes.” The familiar voice of one of the red lights once called out. “yes, cum for me,” He granted, my invader permits from behind me.

Cumming… gawd cumming, i’m uuughhh… why? i … ssssssssssshit i’mmmm….. wave after wave. Someone help me?! please? save me. i’m drowning, head swimming. Someone help me… “That’s it… do it. impress me,” He continues, tossing me the life ring i need as a new wave crushes me into this fleshy soul below me.

ms. thing draws bubbles from my slit, she’s forced to exhale, only to open me with her tongue to inhale. The last of this convulsion erupts over her mouth. This is not where i belong. Gawd, my ass.. Mmm please, yes, yes.. Take my ass, Sir, traps in my mind. As i’m quick to forget her again, pleasing my saviors cock. Another’s Dick choke fucks my face. Please use me.. the thought settles over me. Just not here. Not like this. my thoughts leap back onto her and hard stab between my ass cheeks and i’m a slut again.

“gaaaawd!!!!” cuts through the din. “Oh gawd?!!!” familiar… i know that voice. Sis!

Ummmmmgh,.. i’m blinded, a hot stream leaps into my eye. i hope to save my kin at a glance, but the weight, the force, mounted, taken. SssssSSHitt… aaaawww gaaawdd… He’s fucking my asss…

Masters Dragon’s tail slices the air like thunder.

Aaaawww gawd… mmmm yes. “Help!! Please??!!!,” sister yulps. i want to see.

Ggawd,… more, more cum. “slut.” my invader hisses.

“yes,” falls from my lips. A heavy hand clears the glue from my lens, as it tears down off the end my nose and chin.

The familiar sound of the air cut, wwwwwwwwHack!!! again Master whips her.

“They’re touch….” the room breaking in to snow, forward i fall. Torso slack in slow-motion. A ringing in my ears. wwwwwwwwWhat, i think. Who’s touching? i think. Blackness.

Lurching forward. More attempting to, thick leather around my neck, pins me back, the air cool over my glowing flesh. Nipples dilated, the music dull, a warm towel makes it way over me. “Welcome back.” my loved O/ones break in.

The One mastering the towel over Me, dispenses water into my parted lips. Calmed further, all tension rains away.

“you will let me borrow this,” sis holds up the fishnet top over me,” not exactly my style, but…” she giggles “should W/we call you alice now, tess?”

The towel continues. Again, i attempt to rise. The figure strong, holds me in place, the slip and fall of a belt buckle at my left ear. He towels me down, i blush, as i feel as a prized steed, but who…? Him, yes? “Sir?”

Master breaks in.” i hope you’re not referring to me,” looking over the Man above me.

Crushed, He’s releasing me, i hurry to speak,” S…”

“you’re in capable hands… ” my flesh being massaged over. Master continued.

my focus, vanquished, a song has broken through my despair of being released. “and while he spoke of many things Fools and kings This he said to me”

The One pinning me here would murmur, making light of all the activity, the noise… my invaders voice warmed over me.

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn Is just to love and be loved in return”