Literotic asexstories – The Party Pt. 03 by alexa_r,alexa_r
Jon’s hand, firmly on my left upper arm, guided me into the room. This room was different from any other I had seen in the house. It was dimly lit with a more brightly lit, tiled space in the middle of the room, much like one would see on a stage. As I looked around, I could see that the others were seated in the overstuffed couches, chairs, and loveseats that were positioned around the lighted area.
I took a deep breath as Jon led me into the light. Glancing around, I could see the smiles, greedy smiles, focused on me. I refocused my eyes ahead as we stopped.
“Arms down.” Jon commanded.
Obeying, I dropped my hands to my sides, palms forward. He slowly pulled my dress off of my shoulders allowing it to slither down my body to pool at my feet. I quivered with excitement, a soft moan escaping my lips as my body was exposed to the audience. I always felt more exposed when I was wearing only stockings and heels or delicate lingerie than when I was completely nude. And here, in only by black thigh-highs and heels, I felt completely, shamelessly exposed.
Jon nudged my leg and I stepped out of the black pool of my dress. He carefully picked up my dress and folded it neatly over the back of one of the chairs before pulling the sterling pin from my hair, letting my long, blonde locks cascade around my shoulders.
Finally, he unclasped my necklace, slipping it into his left jacket pocket, and then my earrings that went into his right pocket.
“We wouldn’t want anything happening to these, would we?”
“Arms back.”
I immediately moved my arms back behind my back and arched my back, my hard, pink bejeweled nipples atop my swollen areola and outthrust breasts. My lips parted, I panted softly with need, the need to be used by these people, the need to be used like the filthy little slut that Jon had told them I was.
Jon spoke to the others and reiterated the conditions that he had told me before we entered, adding that no one was to hit me with their fists. He instructed them to remove their rings, watches, and bracelets and to put them in the bowls beside their seats.
Turning to me, he said, “You will call them either ‘Sir’ or ‘Miss’. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir.” I replied.
Jon nudged my feet wider with his foot and slid his hand between my thighs. His index and ring fingers slid between the folds of my labia and hooked his middle finger to its first knuckle into my wet slit, slowly stroking causing me to quiver and pant softly. Sliding his fingers from my cunt, he brought them glistening to my lips and nodded. My pink tongue flicked delicately over his fingers, savoring the sweet flavor of my juices.
As I dutifully licked his fingers, he turned to the others with a smile, “Do you see how greedy this wanton little slut is?”
“Now, who will be first to enjoy our entertainment?” Jon asked as he pulled his fingers away from my lips, drawing a soft whimper from my lips.
Turning, he looked at Susan. “Susan, you’ve not had the opportunity to sample this slut. Please, you first.”
As Susan began to rise, Jon stepped back and settled himself into one of overstuffed chairs with what I imagined was a glass of single malt Scotch. As he sipped, his eyes stayed on me, watching like my guardian angel.
Smiling, Susan rose from the love seat that she shared with Steven. And turning to him said, “Could you get my zipper please dear?”
“Of course beautiful.” He replied as he stood up to slide down the zipper of her scarlet dress and helped her step out of it. Her body was perfect, lightly tanned, and athletic. I had learned that she and Steven were both doctors. She was a radiologist, he was a plastic surgeon. Her breasts were clear evidence of his work, they were at least a C, if not a D cup, and sat proudly on her chest.
Her eyes were focused on mine as she stepped forward, her gold heels clicking on the tile. Taking the stirrups of my nipple jewelry between her fingers, she pulled and twisted, stretching my delicate pink nubs. I suppressed a whimper, but I knew that she could see the flash of need in my eyes.
Without warning, her right hand whipped up and slapped me sharply on my left cheek, snapping my head to the right. That was quickly followed by her left hand against my right cheek. I quickly returned my look to her face.
“Are you really the filthy little slut that Jon said you are?”
“Yes Miss.” I replied.
Two more slaps to each cheek brought a hot crimson glow to my cheeks. The heat in my face radiated to my cunt.
“Is that all you are slut or are you more?”
Quivering, feeling the dark depravity begin to engulf me, I almost blurted: “No Miss, I’m a filthy, depraved piece of shit fuck pig.”
She smiled her approval of my response and reached to the back of my head, seized a fistful of my hair, jerking my head sharply back. The sudden pain brought a soft cry to my parted lips.
“Ohhhh!”
Slipping her free hand around my throat she squeezed causing me to gasp sharply before pressing her lips against mine in a deep, wet kiss. Our tongues danced until she caught mine between her teeth, biting as she leaned back. My eyes were wide with a combination of fear and lust. Her eyes never left mine as she teased my trapped tongue with hers, her hand tightening slightly around my throat.
I drooled, the clear liquid oozing over my lips to trail down my chin. I needed her to shove her thigh between my legs so that I could hump her leg like the greedy little depraved fuck bitch that I was.
I was not to be so lucky as she broke our kiss and releasing my hair, leaned back before sending a large glob of spit into my open mouth. The thick spit coated my tongue, sliding over it to my throat. I fought the urge to swallow as she launched two wads, one splattered over the bridge of my nose, the second across my forehead.
She stepped back and laughed before reaching up to smear the spit across my face.
“Swallow!”
I gulped down the thick wad. “Thank you Miss.”
She nodded, “Yes, I do believe that you are a ‘filthy, depraved piece of shit fuck pig’.”
Returning to her seat, she reached to unfasten Steven’s trousers to free his rock hard shaft. Unable to resist, I flicked my tongue over my lips at the sight of what looked like a 9″ cock, before Susan took it into her mouth, engulfing more than half of it in one quick motion. Steven growled and pushed the back of her head down, forcing the entire length of his meat into her mouth.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Fiona slip out of her dress, revealing her voluptuous body encased in a beautiful black corset. Her corset’s garters were attached to black seamed stockings that framed her lightly trimmed bush. As if synchronized, Holly stood and slipped out of her cream and gold dress and white thong revealing a pussy as smooth as mine. And leaning down she deeply kissed Robert as she rubbed his cock through his trousers.
Jon brought my attention back as he spoke, “David, I believe that you had a nice feel of this fuck pig’s ass. I think you owe her pale flesh more attention.”
David smiled as he stood. “You know Jon, I think you’re right.”
I shivered slightly as I remembered how firmly David kneaded my ass as he greeted me. Looking forward, I took a deep breath, my face glistening from Susan’s spit, as David circled me like a wolf evaluating his prey.
“Very nice and firm, I imagine that this cunt could take a very sharp caning.” He said as he kneaded my ass with both hands.
“She can indeed, but especially loves the cat.” Jon replied.
“Perhaps another time Jon. Tonight I want to give her the ‘hands on’ treatment.” David chuckled.
With those words, he began to spank my ass alternating cheeks with light slaps. Arching my back slightly to push my ass out, I could feel the heat slowly rise in my cheeks. As his blows began to increase in intensity, I fought to control my breathing to steady myself against the dark need that was steadily spreading throughout my body.
David pushed my clasped arms higher on my back, pushing me to lean forward, straining to maintain my balance. As his blows became sharper, I was unable to control myself and I cried out in pain.
“Ohhhhhh! Owwwww!” I cried out, tears blurring my vision as they began to roll down my cheeks.
David paused and without warning roughly fucked two fingers deep into my drooling cunt causing me to break my posture as my knees buckled. Stumbling forward and falling to my knees, I slipped off of his fingers.
“Ohhhh, I’m sorry Sir!” I sobbed as I tried, hands back behind my back, to stand again.
Roughly pushing me back down, face to the floor, flaming ass arched high, he growled, “Stay down fuck pig, that’s where you belong.”
My face against the cold tile, he placed his foot across the back my neck, trapping me as he fucked his fingers, this time three, into my clenching cunt. I moaned and writhed beneath his foot, my nails digging into my forearms for control. Whimpering and moaning, I clenched my cunt muscles against his fingers, nearing my orgasm, completely lost in my need. I panted and drooled onto the floor, crying out as he jerked his fingers from my hole yet again.
“Please nooooo, please Sir, don’t stop!”
Laughing cruelly he replied, “Don’t worry pig shit, I’m not stopping!” And pressing his wet fingers against my pink grommet, he pushed hard, driving his three fingers into my shit hole to the second knuckle with one brutal thrust! The pain ripped through my body and were it not for his foot on my neck, I would’ve collapsed onto my belly.
I screamed, “Fuckkkkkk, it hurts!!!!!”
He pulled his fingers out of my hole slightly only to drive them back into me to the last knuckles. “Goddamn right it does you stupid piece of fuck meat!”
As he continued to fuck and twist his fingers in my shit hole, the pain began to turn to pleasure-pain. Panting like the filthy little fuck pig that I was, I began to fuck back onto his fingers, my orgasm slowly began to build again. But again, as if knowing how close I was to cumming, he jerked his fingers from my hole.
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