Story codes: bd, sm, MF, MM, best, oral, anal

CHAPTER 9

Jeremy was excited at the thought of a party at Master Mitchell’s house, because then he could see Heather. From what he heard of the conversation between Master Mitchell and Mistress Rhonda indicated that she would be the exhibit of honor. 

“I think I will take you over there naked except for a bejeweled cock and ball ring,” she said. “Other people will have their slaves clothed to various degrees, but you, my boy, will be completely naked.” He was, of course, naked around the house unless his mistress ordered him otherwise. She took his cock and rubbed her hand along his smooth flesh. “I’m glad we permanently removed your hair. It’s so much smoother,” she said. He remembered that well. It had been long and painful, but he enjoyed the slick look as well. He watched as she placed the leather ring with inlaid colored glass jewels around his penis and testicles. She pulled it tight enough to be slightly uncomfortable.

Obediently he followed her to her closet, where she would be getting dressed. She didn’t bother with him and did whatever she wanted to do in front of him. He was, after all, just a slave. Mistress began going through her clothes, trying to decide what to wear. He knew it would be provocative and that she had something special in mind. Finally she decided on high vinyl boots that came to above her knees, a leather vest that revealed her small breasts and a very tiny leather skirt. She wore nothing underneath. He looked at her Holiness as he slid on her boots, wishing she would let him worship her before they went. Instead, she masturbated herself by sliding her finger up and down on her clit. He knew she wanted to be lubricating when she walked in at the party. She pretended that he wasn’t even there.

At the party, they were fashionably late. When the door opened, Jeremy saw the party was in full swing, with at least 30 people already there. Several people were gathered around Heather, who was on her hands and knees, tied up over a bench with a fucking machine slowly driving a dildo in and out. People seemed to be laughing. Then he saw the bell with the note. “Ring bell to watch slave cum.”

A fat master dressed in leather with a slave kneeling in front of him sucking his cock held the bell. The fat man was named Master Horace. He couldn’t remember the slave’s name, but she was a tiny girl who looked much younger than she was. She wore her hair in pigtails, and she had very small breasts. Jeremy suspected that Master Horace would really like a genuine little girl, the old pervert. Master Horace took the bell and as it tinkled, he heard Heather cry out and very obviously orgasm. The crowd laughed and applauded. 

“Hey, Roger, have one of your slaves fuck her in the ass, and we’ll make her cum,” someone said. Roger snapped his fingers at his slave named Billy, Billy was pudgy with a small cock that was as bare as Jeremy’s own. Roger looked up and saw Mistress.

“It’s the beautiful Rhonda. Could I borrow your slave to make mine hard?”

“Of course, my dear Roger. He’d love to do it, wouldn’t you, slave?”

In fact, the thought repulsed him, as it always did. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Then beg.”

“Please, Mistress, may I suck the slave’s cock and make him hard?”

“Certainly.”

He knelt in front of the slave, whose small penis was partially hidden in the fat of his belly. Jeremy leaned forward and took it into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the smooth head while sucking.  Placing his hands on Billy’s fat hips he bobbed his head back and forth while continuing to suck. The slave’s penis slipped out of his mouth. Jeremy licked the head and saw it start to swell. He took it into his mouth again, this time tasting the slave’s slightly salty lubricating juices.

“Just look at my slave suck cock!” he heard Mistress say. He looked over at Heather. She was looking at him, sucking Billy’s penis. She smiled, and he felt his own penis begin to tingle and then stiffen as he knew she was watching.

Soon Billy was nearly stiff enough, but not quite. Jeremy kept sucking, and Billy moaned. Jeremy was afraid Billy would spew his load without getting hard. He kept sucking and licking, feeling Billy’s cock in his mouth. Then Jeremy remembered and began using his teeth, rubbing the sharp edges across the rim of Billy’s cock, and then biting. Billy moaned, cried out and began humping Jeremy’s mouth. Then he was hard enough. Taking Billy’s wet cock in hand, he pulled him toward Heather. He continued masturbating Billy with his hand. Billy was terribly excited. His red cock was bouncing up and down as he hopped around trying to mount Heather. He made little excited noises as Jeremy placed his hands on Heather’s cheeks and spread them. Jeremy could see the dildo on the fucking machine driving into her pussy, and then Billy’s little cock was pushing at her rear entrance, and then as he entered her, someone rang the bell. Jeremy watched with growing fascination and excitement as Billy’s cock penetrated Heather’s ass, as she was cumming Both her anus and her vagina straining against what was penetrating them. Jeremy wished one of them were his own cock. Billy only lasted less than a minute before he gave a cry and thrust against Heather. Someone rang the bell again.

Mistress Rhonda, looked down at his erection. “Oh, that will never do. You are too interested in that slut and not enough in your Mistress Rhonda,” she said.

“No, Mistress, it’s not true,” he lied. “Let me worship you and prove it,” he begged.

“Not with that disgusting erection,” she said. Quickly she drained off her glass of wine and grabbed his cock. She began to masturbate him. A couple of people stopped to watch. “Cum, you little worm!” she ordered as her hand slid up and down on his cock. “Do it in this glass so you can drink it and not have a disgusting hardon looking at that slut getting ass fucked by that fat creep!”

She pulled him to in front of Heather where he could see. He was shocked by what he saw in her eyes, or rather didn’t see. They were the eyes of an animal in heat. They were not human eyes when they fastened onto his cock. Mistress was twisting the head of his cock, and then he was remembering how she used to masturbate him while bathing him when he was much younger. She would stick a soapy finger up his ass while rubbing the head of his penis with her thumb and forefinger, and then he would cum. All the while she told him what a worthless peanut it was. Sometimes she would do it three or four times during one bath, sometimes spanking him in between.  

Several people had gathered around and were watching while making comments about a cum-drinking slave. Mistress Rhonda played to them by twisting the end of his cock with her closed hand. He was just on the edge of cumming. He felt his climax coming and whimpered. “That’s my little slave. Cum for Mistress,” she cooed as he began spurting into the glass. He watched as three, four then five spurts and some dribbles filled the bottom of the glass with white fluid. She handed it to him and wordlessly he drank the salty, slightly sweetish fluid, letting it trickle down his throat. The audience laughed, and he felt the humiliation. It was what he needed because he had displeased his Mistress by getting an erection when she had not allowed it.

“That’s better,” she said. “Now Mistress’ little slave won’t have that disgusting stiffie,” she cooed.

He thought of Heather, wondering what was happening with her and how he would love to stick his penis into her mouth, her pussy, or her ass and make love to her all night long.

The front door opened, and Master Donald entered with two slaves. The first was his usual female, and the second was a chunky girl with large breasts held up by a bustier. She wore nipple clips with bejeweled weights hanging down from her large nipples.

“OK, what’s so great that Mitch has us all over, and he and Gabby are all in a dither about?”

Wordlessly, Master Mitch pointed to Heather. “Watch this.” He took the little bell from the table where it sat and rang it. Heather cried out and tried to swallow the fucking machine with her vagina.

“Not a bad job of training!” Master Donald said. “But she does have that fucking machine in her. Anyone can cum with a fucking machine in her.”

“That’s not all, Don.” Mitch began untying Heather from the bench to which she was tied. He removed the fucking machine. Jeremy noted how Heather tried to drive herself back onto it with an animal sound in her throat. When she was free, she crawled on her hands and knees to Master Donald and sniffed his crotch, just as if she were a dog.

Master Donald backed up in surprise as Master Mitch laughed. Jeremy was amused at how the two masters were vying for control and status. As a sub, none of that mattered to him. “This is our new dog,” Master Mitch announced. Heather squatted down while keeping her arms extended, just as if she were a dog. 

Jeremy tried to hide his surprise and concern. Obviously, Heather was far, far into subspace in a place where he, Jeremy, had never been. Always, and no matter what, he had retained the core of his being secret and private from his Mistress, so private that she never knew it existed. Obviously Heather had given up everything and was the complete slave of Master Donald. 

“Now, you said anyone can cum with a dildo in her pussy. Watch this.  Heather, go say hello to Master Horace.”  Heather crawled over to Horace, whose little girl had quit sucking him. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his partially hard penis, and her tongue came out and licked him, then she took the head of his penis in her mouth and sucked until her cheeks were hollow.  Master Mitch then took a larger bell from somewhere and rang it.

As soon as Heather heard it, she gave a cry, and her face and breasts turned bright red. She tensed her whole body and pulled hard on Master Horace’s penis with her mouth. She shuddered and moaned deep in her throat, and Jeremy noticed a fluid leaking from her vagina. 

“That’s pretty good, Mitch,” Master Donald said grudgingly. “She cums like Pavlov’s dog at the ring of a bell, and you have two bells. One is for ordinary orgasms, and the other makes her squirt?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, do it again!” Master Horace said. “She sucks great when she’s cumming like that!”

Master Mitch laughed and rang the larger bell. As Heather was cumming again, Master Horace thrust his hips forward and came in her mouth. She had encircled the head of his penis with her lips, and Jeremy could see him pumping his fluids into her greedy mouth. She didn’t seem to want to release Master Horace’s rapidly deflating penis and kept sucking on it until told to stop.

Jeremy heard his Mistress speak. “Oh, those two are just trying to show who has the biggest dick.” He looked to the side and saw that Mistress Rhonda was kissing Mistress Gabrielle. Their mouths were locked together. Mistress Rhonda was unzipping a big zipper in Mistress Gabrielle’s shorts, and the latter had her hands on Mistress’ small breasts with the exquisitely sensitive nipples. The men didn’t seem to notice.

“Say hello to Master Donald’s new slave, Heather,” Master Mitchell ordered. Heather padded over on hands and knees and sniffed the slave’s crotch, then began licking her. The slave seemed surprised. As Heather licked, she turned her rear toward Jeremy, and he noted how red and swollen her clitoris and labia were. He thought how terrific slipping his cock into her might be.  Meanwhile, Master Donald had told his slave to spread her plump thighs. Heather had buried her face between them and was licking the slave on her clit. The slave was moaning. Master Mitchell took his little bell in his hand and rang it. Immediately, Heather bent her back, moaned, shuddered, turned red and came.

“Not bad!” Master Donald said.

“I’m not finished putting her through her paces,” Master Mitchell replied.

“Stop licking that slave, Heather!” he ordered. “Lie on that bench on your back.”  Jeremy watched as she spread her legs. The slave rings pulled at her labia, and her large, engorged clitoris drew his attention. He wanted to lick it until she came.  Master Mitchell had a flogger in his hands and began whipping Heather on her breasts. The leather slapped her flesh, but he could see her nipples swelling. He moved down her belly and then struck her between her thighs. She moaned as the leather strands sought out her tenderest flesh and caressed them with fingers of pain. He struck her again, and she spread her legs even wider. With each blow, she arched her back and offered herself.  Then he rang the larger bell and she screamed, arching her back and spurted her fluids onto the bench, her vagina spasming as she came at least twice in response to the whipping.

“Oh, God, I have to fuck her!” a middle-aged master said. 

“Go ahead,” Master Mitchell replied.

The man could hardly control himself. His erect cock bounced up and down as he straddled Heather and then drove it into her. She moaned as he thrust in and out, wrapping her arms around him. He was humping hard and moaning. She gripped his shoulders with her teeth and growled deep in her throat like a dog. Master Mitchell rang the bell, and she came, crying out with lust as the master came in her with a shuddering orgasm of her own.  As he rolled off her, Jeremy saw blood where her teeth had bitten him.

Jeremy hoped he might be ordered to clean her, but his mistress and Mistress Gabrielle were playing with each other, rubbing their clits and not paying attention. Both looked close to cumming. Several other people were watching them. The master’s slave got the job of cleaning Heather. She began licking her master’s cum from Heather, and Master Mitchell rang the larger bell. Both he and Master Donald laughed as Heather came and the slave started. When she was finished, Heather’s fluids glistened wetly on her face.

“I really am impressed,” Master Donald said. Jeremy was quite certain he hadn’t imagined the grudging tone in his voice. Master Mitchell looked quite smug.

“And now, Master Mitchell said with a very smug look, “We will go for the ultimate. Gabrielle, go fetch Cassius.”

Jeremy noticed that Mistress Gabrielle didn’t seem to be paying any attention. She just looked at Master Mitchell and then got on her knees between Mistress Rhonda’s spread legs. She opened his Mistress’s labia and began licking her clit. His mistress began panting and bucking her hips.

Only the faint shade of red on his face told Jeremy that Master Mitchell was very unhappy.  “It appears that Gabby is rather busy,” he said, sarcasm dripping from his lips. Meanwhile, Mistress Rhonda was cumming hard, as Mistress Gabrielle seemed to have taken her clit between her lips and was sucking, hard.  “I’ll be back,” Master Mitchell said.

As soon as he left the room, Mistress Gabrielle went to him and kissed Master Donald long and hard, smearing his lips with Mistress Rhonda’s juices. She slipped his velvet smoking jacket off and undid the flap on his red leather pants. She began sucking on his cock and licking it, her tongue running from the base to the tip, where it made little circles.  Mistress Rhonda joined her, and the two of them took turns.

In a few minutes, Master Mitchell returned with his dog. “Attention, everyone, I want to introduce Cassius, my other dog,” he shouted. “He and Slave Heather, who also is a dog, seem to have a very good relationship.”

Jeremy was shocked. What was coming was obvious. Jeremy was surprised to find himself becoming hard at the thought of Heather engaging in this final act of abject humiliation. He realized he wanted to watch, and more. He tried to hide his stiffening penis from his mistress, hoping she was too busy with Master Donald to notice.

Heather’s eyes lit up at the sight of Cassius, who smelling the musk of her heightened sexual excitement thrust his nose between her legs and began licking. Heather spread her legs wide apart to give his rough tongue access and began moaning.

For her part, Heather reveled in the furthest reaches of subspace. She opened herself to Cassius, letting him lick her swollen and sensitive clitoris. Turgid as it was, it stuck out prominently from between her labia, and the dog’s rough tongue soon had her back on the heights of lust and ecstasy. She knew she was still at the very depths, that she was exploring the ultimate place she had been seeking, the place where her sainted mother and father would never be and could never be, and where she finally was free. She had reveled in that freedom over the past few weeks. There was no judgment, nothing but ecstasy and a sense of freedom from all needs of will or even of humanity.

She knew she was close to a climax from Cassius’s insistent tongue on her sensitive parts, but cumming without permission might cause trouble. Yet, she realized she no longer cared. Nothing mattered any more, even pleasing her Master. She let him lick. After all, he wasn’t apparently ready to mount her. She looked up from watching Cassius lick her an saw Jeremy was looking at her with a very tender look. Their eyes caught and their gazes locked together. She also noticed his beautiful, stiffening cock. She felt somehow that showed he approved of where she was going. Cassius’s tongue brought her to the edge of climax, and then over. With her eyes locked with Jeremy’s she let herself climax, a shuddering, moaning climax that caused her to arch her back and spread her legs even wider. The crowd loved it. She saw Jeremy’s now stiff penis twitch. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Donald, Gabrielle and that tall scrawny bitch that owned Jeremy. Gabrielle was definitely poking a stick in Mitch’s eye. She noted with some interest her lack of the honorific “Master” or “Mistress” before their names in her own mind.

Pushing Cassius away from licking her, she grasped his big, red cock with her hand and began stroking it. Crawling under him, she began licking the tip, then took it into her mouth and began sucking. She heard the little bell and came, hard, spreading her legs so that the crowd could watch her vagina spasm as she came and sucked on Cassius’s big, red cock.

She was ready to be mounted, so she got on her hands and knees. Cassius started licking her, again, his rough tongue again lapping over her turgid, sensitive clitoris. She was unable to resist, again. She moaned, tried to dig her hands into the floor, and came with a cry. Mitch apparently didn’t notice or care. Gabby had bent herself over the back of the couch, and that skinny bitch was guiding Don’s cock into her from behind. 

She saw Jeremy watching, his penis entirely erect. She wanted to suck it while Cassius fucked her, but not yet, not yet.  Cassius now mounted her. She felt his big cock probing and thrusting. Adjusting her position, his cock slid into her with a liquid sound. Then he was humping and thrusting. She cried out as he penetrated her, his big cock driving deep inside her. Mitch began continuously ringing the bell and she came time and time again. She was screaming. Everyone was watching, even Don, who had quit fucking Gabby, even though he looked still to be inside her. She felt Cassius’s juices flowing and dripping from her pubes, but still Mitch rang the bell. She just let orgasm after orgasm flow over her. The liquid sound of Cassius’s big cock in her pussy seemed to fill the room. She knew everyone was listening and watching, and that was what she wanted.

She shifted her position, and Cassius’s cock came out of her pussy. Lowering herself a little, she felt him probing her ass, and then he was in her, thrusting and humping her ass. She felt his cock probing deeply, even reaching her G-spot through the intervening flesh.  She smiled at Jeremy, who was watching and had his hand on his penis. She made an “O” of her mouth.

“You miserable worm!” she heard the skinny bitch say, then lashed Jeremy’s beautiful cock with her leash. “I turn my back and you’re playing with yourself!” she screamed.  She grabbed him by the penis and pulled him over to where Heather was still being fucked.  “Get on your knees!” she ordered. He did.

“Now, you dog fucking slut, get up and make that dog fuck this worm. He can clean the dog cum off your pussy!”

She pulled away from Cassius and guided him to Jeremy. This suited her purposes just fine. Cassius was panting and his cock was leaking fluid. Heather rubbed his slick cock, keeping him excited. He mounted Jeremy with ease and began humping. Heather guided his cock into Jeremy’s ass, which Cassius penetrated easily. Jeremy gasped. Heather let her hand trail between Jeremy’s legs and found his still hard cock, which she began to masturbate. Jeremy looked back at her, and she smiled at him.  Then Cassius seemed to cum and climbed off.

“Now clean the dog cum from her!” his bitch mistress ordered. Heather splayed her legs apart, and Jeremy placed his face between them. Without hesitation he began licking her clean. His tongue traveled over her pussy, between her labia and along the margins of her vagina. She was hot, gasping with lust. She heard the deeper toned bell and immediately came, squirting her fluids onto Jeremy’s face. Eagerly he licked them up, too.

Now she was ready.  “Fuck me, Jeremy! Fuck me, and be free!”

Instantly, he moaned and climbed atop her. His hard cock thrust his hard penis into her gaping, dripping vagina. She came immediately, clamping down hard on his cock. 

“What are you doing?” she heard the skinny bitch scream. 

Jeremy ignore her and kept fucking Heather. Through her fog of lust, she heard the sound of leather on flesh and saw the skinny bitch’s arm raised with the whip in it. She brought it down on Jeremy’s back, hard. If anything, it seemed to spur him on, and three blows later, Jeremy came, a shuddering, screaming orgasm that took them both over the top. Heather knew now was the time to act, to change all the rules and begin her new life. “Fuck her, Jeremy,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll help you. We’ll throw her down and before your cock gets soft, fuck her.”

He flinched as the bitch whipped him again. “I love you, Jeremy,” she said. “I’m out of this lifestyle, and you are going with me. We’ll live as normal people, but you need to fuck the bitch.”

As the bitch raised her arm again, Jeremy pushed off of Heather. The two of them bounced up. Heather grabbed the skinny bitch’s arm, bent it back and took her down. Immediately, Jeremy shoved his cock into her and began humping her hard. 

“Damn you, you little shit slave!” the bitch screamed. “Let me up!”

Heather, who had been holding the bitch’s arms let go and sat on her face, threatening to smother her. “Lick if you want to breathe, and if you bite me, I’ll piss all over you.” Jeremy was holding himself up on his arms. Their eyes met, and he smiled, then thrust hard into the bitch. Heather let the bitch breathe. “Lick!” Heather ordered. She felt the bitch’s tongue on her clit. “That’s right, lick like the worthless bitch you are.”

Jeremy was watching the bitch lick, and Heather knew he was going to cum.  That was good. She knew he needed to do this. Sweat was running down his face, and he grunted like an animal as he thrust hard into his former mistress, causing her to gasp each time he drove home. She reached out with her hands, placed them on his shoulders and said, “Fuck her and cum, Love!” Their eyes locked, and his widened as with a cry he slammed into her and came. Heather felt herself tip over the edge, cumming a wet, sloppy orgasm.

She looked up at the crowd around them. They were cheering, including Mitch. The bitch tried to throw her off. That would not do. “Turn her over, Jeremy. Get her arm in a hammerlock! I’ve got more plans for her.” As Jeremy incapacitated the bitch, Heather called, “Cassius! Here, doggie!”

“Noooo!” the bitch cried. “No, please!”

Cassius came running. Heather pointed him in the direction of the bitch, and he began licking her cunt. The bitch moaned and tried to get away, but with one arm twisted behind her back, she had no leverage. Cassius mounted her, and Heather guided his big cock into the bitch’s pussy. She cried out as he penetrated her. Jeremy was smiling as the dog had his former mistress, driving hard into her and making her cry out, whether with pain or shame, she didn’t care. But, she was certain the bitch had climaxed more than once due to the dog’s insistent thrusting. When Cassius' knot slipped into her pussy and he quit thrusting, Heather warned her not to fight, that she could be seriously injured. Heather rubbed the bitch's clit while the knot stretched her out. She came and came. They  and everyone laughed as the once mighty Rhonda dissolved into orgasmic jelly as a dog slut. When the knot went down and released the bitch, she was chastened and silent, lying on the floor looking up at them with frightened eyes, perhaps terrified of her own response.

Heather looked directly at Mitch. “Now it’s your turn.”

“What?” he said, puzzled.

Heather stepped forward and before he could react, she reached out and grabbed his testicles and squeezed. 

“Ah, Jesus, that hurts! Let go, damn it!” he ordered in what he must have thought was his best and most commanding voice.

Heather squeezed harder. Mitch cried out and tried to pull himself back. She pulled forward, and rather than have his balls ripped off, he followed her.  “That’s a good boy,” she said. “Now it’s my turn, Mitch Boy!” she purred.

The crowd applauded. Mitch apparently had fewer friends than he thought. She felt a power within her she had never felt before. She was free and in control of this situation. She looked at Mitch, his cock still hard, and his balls in her hand. “You must like that. Your cock is still hard,” she said.

“You’ll see how much when I get your hands off of my balls. Slave, you are really asking for it!”

She squeezed and twisted. “Elephant,” she said, very deliberately. “There. I’m not your slave any longer. Now we get to see who really is on top.”

“Bitch!” he said, “You will regret this!”

Very deliberately she twisted his testicles and drew him down. With her other hand, she very deliberately sunk her fingernails into the tender head of his cock.

“Oh, Jesus!” Mitch said. 

“Pull ‘em off!” someone shouted.

“Beg me to loosen up. Say, ‘Please, Mistress, don’t hurt me!’”

“Are you kidding?” he said. “I am the master and you are the slave.”

“Not any more, Mitch. Me being a slave is all over. We’re negotiating, and I can kick your ass.”

“Let go of my balls and we will see who kick whose ass!” he said.

“Ooooooh!” said the crowd, laughing.

“OK/ I’ll let go. You lay a hand on me, and I will really kick your ass, Mitch. I really really, will.” He looked at her with doubt in his eyes. “Just because you are male and I female does not automatically equate to you winning, Mitch. I can just about guarantee I can take you in any physical contest. If you want to try, we can.” She loosened her grip just the slightest. 

She turned to the crowd. “Mitch thinks he is the Great Master. Yeah, he can play the role, but he’s really not. Inside there is a little boy who wants to be dominated, who wants to be the slave and who wants to be bent over and fucked in the ass!”

“Bullshit!” he said, suddenly trying to twist away.

“Ha!” Heather said, squeezing suddenly very hard.”

“Ah! Shit!” Mitch cried, bending his knees as she drew him down by his testicles.

“Mitch, if you hate this so much, why is your dick hard as a rock? Your cock gives you away. You love this.”

The crowd roared its appreciation. Donald laughed and reached for Gabrielle. “It’s true. He really is a slave. I’ve known it for a long time. How about you, Gabby?”

Gabrielle reached for Donald’s cock and began caressing it. “Yes, he wanted to dominate me but never was man enough.” She spread her legs, her pussy gaping open “I really liked it when you made me cum while you fucked me.”

“See?” Heather said. “Everyone knows it, Mitch.” She paused. “Now here is what is going to happen. Someone will find a strapon for me, and I will bend you over this couch and fuck your ass. You will love it, Mitch. You are incomplete. No real dominant is not also a sub. You’re just a skilled bully!”

“She’s right,” Donald said. “You always wanted to be the big dog, Mitch, but because you wanted to rule without being ruled, you never got anywhere.” He moaned as Gabrielle began sucking his cock.

Heather felt anxious hands strapping a dildo onto her. It stuck out like a real cock. It was lubed and ready. “Now, I am going to let go of your balls, slave, and you will lie on that courch, lift your legs, spread your cheeks and beg me to fuck your ass. Is that clear?” She gave a particularly cruel twist.
“Yes!” Mitch moaned.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, mistress!” he said through gritted teeth.

She let go, and he did as ordered. “Please fuck me, Mistress,” he begged. His cock was stiff as a rod.

“Louder, slave!” she ordered.

“Please fuck me, Mistress!”

Gabrielle released Donald’s erect cock and guided the dildo into Mitch’s ass. Carefully and slowly she pushed, watching it penetrate all the way to the hilt. “Look at his stiff cock,” she said. “He loves it!” she laughed. She began pumping his ass, and as she did, the strapon rubbed her own clit.

As her excitement grew, she had an idea. She grabbed Mitch’s stiff cock and began masturbating it. “Do you want to cum?” she asked.

“Oh God, yes, Mistress!”

“Good. I will let you cum, but you have to suck Donald’s cock.”

“What? No fucking way!” Mitch protested.

“She began twisting the end of his penis. It was still hard. “Yes, you will. You will take it into your mouth and suck, and lick the tip, and I will masturbate you while I fuck your slave ass, and when Donald fills your mouth with his cum, you will have the most explosive climax you have ever had! Stick it in his mouth, Donald!”

Gabrielle intervened, taking Donald’s cock and guiding it toward Mitch’s mouth. She rubbed it on Mitch’s lips as he tried to turn away but couldn’t. Then, suddenly, the tip of Donald’s cock was in Mitch’s mouth and he was sucking. Heather felt her own excitement growing. “Look at how hard Mitch’s cock is!” she shouted to the crowd. “He loves sucking cock, and he’s going to cum all over himself.

Mitch seemed to be frantically sucking, willing Donald to cum. Gabrielle was stroking Donald’s cock into Mitch’s mouth. “Yes, yes!” she said. 

Suddenly, Donald was moaning and humping Mitch’s mouth and Heather knew he was coming. As the first spurt spewed forth, Mitch greedily sucked and then he was spurting all over himself and her hand. She laughed as she came herself as she watched Mitch trying to drain every drop of semen out of Donald’s cock as Gabrielle drained it.

She pulled out, took Jeremy’s hand and said, “Goodbye, everyone. We’re off to a new life.” And then they left.