Sometimes waiting ofr a fuck can be more exciting than the fuck itself. Bot not always.....
After the last evening, I was expecting a break.
Now I was allowed to become part of the group and play along.
I was wrong.
Simon wasn't going to make it that easy for me.
My heart was racing with excitement, and I was looking forward to the game when I turned up at his door in the evening after Simon's message, as usual.
Proud of my excellent idea, I presented him the card with my game request and watched his reaction as he read it.
He looked at the card for a long time.
It was too long for the not-so-long text until he slowly raised his eyes to my face.
I blushed as he looked at me insistently, as if he were deciding something.
His eyes were greedy. The thought briefly crossed my mind that he didn't want me at the game at all, but I dismissed it immediately.
His face remained unchanged, but his eyes couldn't hide his growing lust.
"I'll show your card to the others. Today you want to work as usual, then we'll decide whether to invite you to the game," he said, and I suspected he was lying.
It didn't sound like that last time. Was I disappointed?
Yes.
I thought I'd earned a place in the group.
I nodded without enquiring further, but Simon must have thought an explanation was in order because he continued.
„Someone expressed concerns about their brief acquaintance with you, and we need to vote unanimously in favour of your participation in the game. Until then, you will be paid for your work here."
I wanted to be angry and ask who didn't want me, but my body was already aroused and my pussy wet because inside of my head I knew who didn't want me.
Simon.
He wanted to use me this way for as long as possible so that he could control my pleasure at all times and, sooner or later, see me begging for release.
"From now on, there are only two rules for you. You keep quiet unless you're asked to talk, and you don't come. If you do come, you will be punished."
“I understand,” I said as indifferently as possible, and I really did understand.
My suspicions were correct. It turned Simon on to know that I was in his power. I tried not to think about what the punishment would be.
“Take your clothes off and sit on the chair.” I obeyed his order.
The room is empty when I come in. I assume that Simon is about to announce his sudden change of heart to the others, but I could be wrong.
Beth comes into the room first, with the leather cuffs I'm already familiar with, and fastens them around my wrists.
I love it and tug at it a little to check the tightness.
She stands so that I can't be seen from the doorway and caresses my inner thigh from the knee up to my wet pussy. My body reacts and twitches against her touch.
“I'll come to you later to eat this sweet little cunt,” she says and sticks two fingers deep inside me.
I moan and try to slide further forward on my chair.
“Today, you call me Mistress, understand?”
“Yes, Mistress”, I want to say, but she sticks her fingers in my mouth and opens it with them.
Then she licks my lips, my teeth and my tongue and finally closes my mouth with her thumb so that I can suck her fingers clean.
I suck greedily and am already thinking about how she will lick me later. “Mistress?” I think and know that I already like it. Someone comes into the room, and Beth takes her fingers from me.
She looks very pleased as she walks over to the others.
Simon comes up to me.
"We have a guest today. He's showing us his new slave. Watch and learn. Of course, you are still free to stop if you don't want something."
His voice says it, but his pants are baggy, and he's hard.
"If you are asked anything, you will address us as Sir and Mistress today. All clear so far?"
“Yes, sir,” I reply, looking him straight in the face.
His hand twitches as if he wants to touch me. My naked body is so close and so available to him. Can he see how wet my pussy already is?
My aroused nipples can't have escaped his notice.
Images of his hands on me explode in my mind, and I know he can see my lust as well as I can see his.
He turns and walks over to the others, who are already watching the spectacle.
He stands behind Oriana and strokes over her shoulder down to her breasts without taking his eyes off me.
Then he starts to knead her breasts until wet spots appear on the front of her silk coat.
She heaves with delight and moans as the others watch.
Beth reaches out to touch Cal's crotch but is angrily rebuffed.
How long has she wanted to fuck her brother?
Cal can't take his eyes off Oriana's wet tits and leans back on the couch as he unzips his shorts and starts massaging his hard cock.
Beth moans loudly and licks her lips ostentatiously as Cal's fist moves up and down at his cock.
I am definitely wet now.
I watch entranced as his cock gets bigger and harder, imagining his cum shooting out as he comes.
My body trembles, and my pussy needs to be touched urgently.
My right hand automatically moves to my pussy, and I feel even more pleasure as it is stopped by the restraints.
I know Simon is watching me the whole time, but I can't take my eyes off Cal's now pre-cum glistening glans.
The doorbell rings, and Simon interrupts his kneading of Oriana's milk-filled breasts to answer the door.
Oriana rises, and her silk robe slides to the floor as she steps over to Cal.
She sits astride him and thrusts her right breast into his mouth.
He sucks hard on it, and Oriana cries out in pain and pleasure.
When he switches to her left breast and greedily sucks it into his mouth, she moans again in pain and reaches for his cock.
She hastily guides it inside her.
Cal sucks and sucks and grabs her around the middle to push her down and impale her on his hard cock.
He holds her down and drinks from her, not allowing her to move up and down on his cock, which she vigorously tries to do.
Both of them are so hot that Beth and I hold our breath.
Finally, Cal allows Oriana to ride him, and she makes it wild and determined to come before Simon re-enters the room.
We hear him talking to someone at the door, but the twitching Oriana is more important now.
“Harder,” she says as her orgasm floods over her, but Cal is already too deep into his own to do anything but fuck her hot pussy.
Oriana reaches out for Beth, and Beth gets behind her between Cal's legs and grabs Oriana's tits, squeezing them roughly.
I watch her push Cal's legs apart a little more with her own and imagine her pussy dripping with arousal.
Yes, oh yes. She has to be wet like hell.
She must be very hot, so close to her brother's cum shooting into Oriana that she would love to have in her own pussy.
When Cal is angry that his sister is touching him while he's fucking and is right on top of him, no one can see it because his orgasmic urge only makes him jerk and fuck hard into Ori.
The reaction only comes when Beth tries to put her fingers inside Oriana while Cal's cock stops pumping.
She probably wants to taste his sperm from Oriana's twitching pussy.
Cal's hand rudely grabs his sister's wrist and squeezes.
“Whore!” his lips form, and I know how much Beth likes having forced her brother to react.
Oriana slides off Cal's cock and grabs her silk robe as she stands up. Cal supports her as they leave the room together for the bathroom.
“Can I shower with you?” Beth asks playfully but only gets her brother's outstretched middle finger in response.
The couple entering the room with Simon takes my breath away.
I expect to see a man with his slave and am genuinely curious about the sight. But as it turns out, I'm not prepared for it.
The man is around 50 and dressed all in black. What follows him is a child on a dog leash.
I am shocked and repulsed and also immediately ready to act when I see the pink ponytail sticking out of the child's butt.
I freeze.
The girl has short blonde curls, and judging by her physique, she's going through puberty.
I can't see much as she's walking on all fours, and my heart is racing.
Her small breasts don't even hang properly as she moves forward.
I feel heat rising to my face and rage, and I want to jump up and protest when she turns her head towards me, and I realize my mistake.
It's not a child, and the face is smiling.
The information takes a long time to reach my brain because my pulse must easily be 160.
I look briefly at Simon, who gives me a knowing and slightly reprimanding smile.
He knew how I would react to her childish body and had certainly arranged her appearance to shock me.
He completely succeeded, although I consider such jokes to be in bad taste.
Another test.
He seems to want to test my boundaries, and he has just met one.
They all seem to know each other well and greet each other warmly.
The newcomer pays particular attention to Oriana's plump breasts, which are now wrapped in another silk kimono.
His eyes literally devour Oriana's nipples, and she enjoys the attention. There must be a story behind this, and I want to find out sooner or later.
“Your new toy is delightful,” Beth says and walks around the kneeling slave.
When she reaches her ass, she tugs lightly on the punky ponytail and lets the fringes slip through her fingers.
The woman does not react and continues to present herself calmly and composedly to everyone.
“Is she allowed to speak?”
“Yes,” he replies.
Beth takes the dog leash from his hand and leads the slave girl around the circle, pulling gently. The extremely petite woman moves with a grace that I would not have expected from her uncomfortable, unnatural position.
She wiggles her skinny ass a little, her bright pink ponytail dangling almost to the floor.
“What's your name?” asks Beth.
“Lassie, Mistress,” the woman replies in a voice that is quite deep for her body, and nobody laughs. So the dog leash matches her name, and I get incredibly curious.
Now, Beth is grinning all over her face.
“I hope she can lick like Lassie,” she says to the man.
“That's why she's here,” he replies seriously.
From the back pocket of his black trousers, he pulls out an object that turns out to be a black whip with a round, leather handle and long fringes.
Beth's almost transparent short chemise, which barely covers her bottom, in no way hides her aroused nipple against which the man now presses the handle of the whip.
“If you get down on your knees nicely and say please, please, I'll fuck your horny little cunt with it.”
Beth grins at him and opens her mouth as he rubs the handle over her lips.
With his other hand, the man reaches between her legs, and Beth moans as he rams his fingers roughly into her pussy.
They obviously know each other very well.
He holds his now-wet fingers out to the waiting slave girl, who licks them like a dog until they are clean.
The whip leaves Beth's mouth in a flash, is turned, and lands unerringly on the slave's bottom and between her legs. She flinches violently and gasps for air.
“Thank you, sir,” she gasps, sounding as if she means it.
Beth winces too, staring at the woman's ass and bare pussy as if she can't wait to see some red welts.
Do I see longing in her gaze?
Or perhaps envy?
Desire?
Yes. She clearly longs to feel that whip on her skin.
Would I want it too?
I don't know how my body would react to the pain, but it excites me to see Beth's reaction.
As I turn my eyes back to the group, I notice all three men staring at me.
Simon questioningly, Cal appraisingly, and the newcomer clearly knowing.
Only now do I realize that I'm biting my lower lip.
I immediately call myself to order and put on an unimpressed face.
Sir gives his slave a little slap on the ass with the whip, as if to encourage her to move, and she instantly moves towards me.
For the second time that day, my breath caught in my throat.
I thought I was going to watch the others go about their business as usual, but she looks me in the face and scrambles deftly in my direction, dragging the dog lead across the floor behind her.
Her eyes are fixed on me, and I see Beth give a barely perceptible nod as I look around, asking questions.
When she is almost with me, I hear Simon say.
“Open your legs wide for Lassie and slide forward on the chair.”
I suspect what's about to happen and briefly consider protesting because I remember Simon's warning that I'm not allowed to come.
My body wants sex and an orgasm, and I realize that it's going to be really hard to resist.
But isn't that exactly why I'm here?
I can resist.
I will resist!
There has been no talk of touching yet, but it was clear that it would happen at some point.
Simon's expression is serious and turns me on. I open my legs and show the slave my wet, aroused pussy.
She smiles at me and comes very close with her face.
I want her to lick me, even if I don't know how I can resist an orgasm that has to follow then.
Lust is much greater than reason, but that's always been the case with me.
I'm just happy that the touching order comes from Simon's side and that don't have to beg for it. I am so aroused that I would.
Lassie approaches my pussy, and I can almost feel her tender tongue on my flesh.
My arousal increases, and my breathing speeds up again.
The movement stops, and I want to slide even further forward when it happens.
Lassie blows against my pussy, and my body jerks.
The sensation is incredible. As if she had hit a nerve.
She blows again, and I try to stop myself from twitching, but my body doesn't obey me at all.
It's extremely arousing, even though it should hardly be noticeable.
My pussy is wet, and the feeling of the cold air mixed with the heat of my desire is a fantastic mixture.
A shiver goes through my whole body, and the desire for more is all I can feel at the moment.
My hands want to reach for Lassie and press her face to my clit, but the only thing I can do is slide forward and spread my legs as wide as I can.
I gasp with pleasure, and I know that I will fail and come, because now I am just a lump of flesh that wants to be fucked, and if she touches me, I will mutate into the slave of her will, with whom she can do whatever she wants.
I look down, and my mouth is already opening in a plea for a touch when her tongue finally reaches my labia.
My pussy twitches, opens and closes without me doing anything, and I have long forgotten my self-control.
I gasp and moan, not even realising at what point of my sweet torture the others have come so close to watch me from above.
When Lassie's tongue touches my clit for the first time, my orgasm is unstoppable and rolls in like a huge wave of release.
I hear a long, drawn-out aaaaaaaaaahhhhh and barely recognize my own voice.
I have to come, or my body is about to burst into a thousand pieces.
I want to tell Lassie to stick her fingers in my pussy, or I'll implode and die.
I try to form words in my gasps and moans and stop my body from twitching so that I can feel her tongue better and receive the orgasm with my whole already contracting cunt.
What comes is a determined jerk on the dog leash and cold air on my already twitching pussy.
Sir pulls his slave away from me, and I feel like I'm being pelted with a bucket of cold water.
Unfortunately, without the effect that cold water would probably have on me now.
Every cell in my body is hungry.
I almost slipped completely off the chair; I wanted to be licked so badly.
I'm in physical pain from straining my muscles to hold this uncomfortable position, and my breathing is intermittent.
But the worst part of all this is the fact that I'm not going to come.
My hands are locked in place, and there's nothing I can shove into my hungry pussy to finish what's been started here.
Everyone but me seems highly satisfied.
Especially Beth, who is moaning loudly now.
Lassie licks her greedily, and Beth presses her face into her cunt as if she wants to be eaten.
Beth throws her head back and enjoys her orgasm to the fullest, which has obviously already started.
In my arousal I lost some time.
Simon stands up and kneels behind the slave on the couch.
He lifts the ponytail hanging out of her bottom and places it on her back.
Then he slowly gets out of his pants and puts the tip of his cock against her pussy.
He looks at me as he slowly, very slowly, penetrates her.
I can clearly see every millimetre of his cock disappearing into her tiny pussy.
My mouth goes dry, and I don't even notice that I'm biting my lips again.
He notices, of course, and rams the rest of his cock into her.
She moans into Beth's pussy, and everything inside me tightens with desire.
The more I want to be in her place, the more pleasure they both get.
Simon's fucking performance and Beth's fading orgasm, which she shows off with loud moans and an even wider opening of her legs for Lassie, are incredibly sexy.
Just when I think it can't get any worse for my sex-starved body, Simon takes his twitching cock out of the slave's tight pussy and pulls her head towards him by the dog leash.
“Open up!” he gasps, and she opens her mouth just in time to catch his spurting cum.
I open my lips as if I'm the one who has to catch his cum and swallow it.
Simon moans as he holds his cock tightly in his hand and spreads more loads of cum all over the woman's face and body without letting go of the dog leash for a second.
He enjoys holding her tight and pumping into her cum-smeared face.
Nobody looks at me anymore.
Everyone is equally fascinated by the sight.
Only now do I realize that Lassie isn't swallowing.
When everyone has had their fill of the sight of her mouth overflowing with Simon's cum, Sir nods at her.
She swallows and then sucks Simon's cock deep into her mouth again to lick it clean.
Simon moans with pleasure as she licks and sucks. He holds her head into his cock for a moment and looks at me with visible satisfaction.
He knows how much I want it.
Then the show is over, and I swallow too because my throat has become tight with envy.
One by one, everyone leaves the room without paying any further attention to me.
Lassie walks up to me and unties me.
“It was nice to meet you,” she says as naturally as if we'd met at a book launch, but I can see her little smile.