Truth be told, I was happy that I lost the game, about the only when time I can withdraw ever being happy about losing. It had been a simple game, each thespian dealt one card, low card loses, the first to turn a loss seven times was the overall loser. The two winners, my wife dungaree and her friend Linda, had left me the second I had turned over that three. I was a bit wary since my married woman had dealt the cards without shuffling but didn't really mind, given the wager. As the loser, I was the sex slave of the former two players, required to do all they told me to do, no safe word allowed. Becoming the sex hard worker of two women struck me as a immense win.
After an interminable wait, my wife called for me to occur down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. Hanging from the door knob was something black with a bright mail it note attached. I pulled off the note and scan it, my turmoil reaching a peak.
‘ Put on the hood and come into the bedroom. Speak only when spoken to.'
The lightlessness object was a leather hood with a zipper in the back and holes for the eyes, anterior naris and mouth. I pulled it on and zipped it into shoes before opening the door.
There were spark all around the edge of the elbow room, which was very large with a monumental queen sized bed and a rather wide padded judiciary at the invertebrate foot of it. There were at least five telecasting cameras situated around the elbow room. My married woman and her supporter were lounging on a sofa that faced the beds, wearing long white robes and decorative Mardi Gras style masks.
"Take your apparel off, slave,"my wife ordered."Slowly. Then walk over to the bed."
I tried to discase sexily but just felt a little silly although the char gave me boost. Then I walked over to the bed, noticing for the first time a declamatory shopping bag on it.
"Those are for you, knuckle down,"Linda said."Put everything on except the collar."
In the bag I found a Black girdle with garters, smutty fishnet stockings, a black G-string, four black leather handlock and a black leather dog pinch with atomic number 47 macho-man. I obediently pulled the thong on, stuffing my half erect putz into the silky material. Then I struggled into the corset before sliding the stockings up my legs and attaching them to the garters, then putting on the cuffs.
"Damn, Linda, you were compensate"my wife said."He looks pretty hot like that."
As the women got up to inspect me, I could see myself in a duad of the mirrors scattered around the room. I looked surprisingly safe at first glimpse, pale tegument framed by the Black lingerie. Certainly no sex goddess but, if not examined too closely, I'd do.
The char tightened the drawstring on the spinal column of the stays, constricting my shank to an almost uncomfortable stop which undeniably gave me a more womanly shape. They then ordered me to kneel and I instantly complied.
"You are our striver,"my wife said in a solemn voice, the collar in her hands."You will do everything you are told to do without inquiry or indisposition. Do you understand ?"
"Yes, schoolmistress,"I said humbly as she wrapped the shoe collar around my neck and secured it while Linda produced a ball gag and strapped it around my psyche, the lump between my teeth.
They led me to the padded work bench and had me lay down fount first on it so that my knees were on the base and my chief, chest and stomach were on the airfoil. Then they bound me securely to it, a spreader bar attached to my ankles.
Then they left the room and closed the door. When you're tied to a Bench waiting for two woman to have sex with you, every second feels like an infinity. Finally the door reopened and my wife came back in. She sat down on the bed and leaned toward me.
"We have a surprise for you, slave"she said with a smile, pointing toward the door.
Linda walked into the room with a triplet in her hired man and a man in a hood like mine except he was blindfolded and not gagged. I squeaked a bit in objection which drew a smack across my ass from my wife.
stopping in nominal head of me, Linda circled behind her prisoner and put her arms around him from seat. He moaned softly as she ran her hands down his bureau to the robe's belt.
"Alright, child, you've been very patient waiting all tied up in the other room with those tight headphone keeping you from hearing what's going on but you're about to get your reward,"she cooed as she untied the knock."There's another hard worker here for you to fuck and I want you to bed that slave really upright. Can you do that for me ?"
"Yes, schoolma'am, anything for you."he breathed as she removed his robe.
I gave another diminished squeak as I realized the linguistic rule of the game had not barred other participant. He was much bigger than I was and very muscular, looking something like an NFL linebacker. His chummy penis hung down well past his hard balls. Linda stroked it until it was soon the boastful cock I'd ever seen in person.
Linda then dropped her own robe, revealing a tap see-through baby bird nightie, her dark nipple clearly visible. My wife also stripped off her robe to reveal an identical spell babe wench.
Linda positioned the other slave next to the terrace before joining my wife on the sofa.
"takings off the blindfold,"she ordered.
He eagerly pulled off the blindfold and tossed it aside. I could see him looking around the room the same way I had, his eyes lingering on the charwoman on the couch. Then he looked down at me appraisingly. He walked started to walk around me, then I saw his head snap fastener in Linda's direction, having realized that I was a guy.
"Fuck him, baby,"Linda said, my married woman next to her nodding in favorable reception."screw him hard."
He circled me slowly as I twisted my head to play along him, then stopped in front of me. The look in his oculus was predatory now and he wrapped his mitt around his hard-on and stroked it deliberately. I gave an nonvoluntary moan of despair at the peck, not for sure if this was a no lose situation any more. He grinned wolfishly at the sound and began slowly circling me again. This fourth dimension he reached his deal out to agree the alliance holding me in place and to run his fingers over the corset and my ass. I shivered and squirmed against my thrall helplessly, mewing in protestation, much to the giggly delight of the two women.
After two wearisome inspection head trip around me, walked to a table next to the bed and pulled a large tube of lubricator out of a drawer. Holding his gigantic erection in one handwriting, he squeezed out a long line of lubricator from the tip to the base, then unhurriedly began to spread it all over the ray of light. I looked toward the cleaning lady for saving but there was none there, each had slid their mitt between their branch and was watching the fit eagerly. He walked slowly toward me, the massive cock now shining and throbbing in its thick covering of goo.
He got behind me and put a pillow over the spreader bar before dropping to his knee joint between my outspread pegleg. I whined, feeling travail running off of me as he took his placement.
"Don't headache, gripe,"he growled, stroking my ass gently."I'll ask my clock time. I want to enjoy this."
With that he grabbed the flip-flop and abruptly ripped it off my hips, letting my stopcock and balls pop unblock and exposing my asshole. I moaned helplessly and then shuddered as cold lube was squeezed between my buttocks. He certainly did require his time, using his cock to spread the lubricator up and down my go and then adding even more, ignoring my impotent muffled protests.
I felt a hand pushing my pull up stakes cheek to one side and sensed him shifting his weight, then felt something unbelievably large and hard press against me.
I turned my school principal as best I could, seeing the look of tightness on his boldness as he slid the monumental header up and down my crack. Finding the orifice, he gripped my buttock harder and pressed against it. Feeling it bulge out to embark me, I bucked and squealed. One pocket-size voice of my nous was excited to discover my wife groan in excitement as her husband's ass was violated, the repose was focused on my the pressure on my asshole. The head spread me surface slowly as he grunted and moved his hips back and Forth River. I quivered and shook as centimeter by centimeter it slid in.
"gripe is tight,"he groaned."come on, spread up and take it. You know you want it."
Just when I thought he was just going to rip me overt, my anus gave up the conflict and he gradually slid all the way inside, his hips making contact with my tail end. I went strict and wailed helplessly as he gave a bark of triumph. I heard Linda gasp and moan, vaguely mindful that she had just come against her hand. Then I went limp, all my resistivity gone. He held that perspective for several long consequence, patting my ass reassuringly, as I adjusted to the spot. When I had caught my breather he began gently rocking against me, keeping the shaft buried to the hilt.
To my surprisal, I heard myself moan in joy as he did this. Apparently my asshole was not the solitary thing to give up all resistance. My pelvic arch involuntarily wriggled back against him and, with a small-scale gag, he pushed a bit harder. Then he began to change from rocking to thrusting, pulling back a very short circuit length before firmly pushing back. His poke were soon tiresome and rhythmic and I found myself rocking back and moaning to the same beat. This went on until we were both breathing heavily and were rewarded with the familiar ( to me at to the lowest degree ) sound of my own wife's orgasm.
He heard it too and took it as a mansion to stop and perpetrate out. leaving the tip just resting between my cheek. After catching my breathing time, I turned my head back to appear at him. He just smiled and stayed where he was. Mewing helplessly, I futilely struggled to push my ass back to his dick. After letting that go on for a few import, he unexpectedly reached out, unbuckled the gag from the back of my head and pulled it out of my rima oris.
"If you want me to fuck you, you're going to hold to ask, bitch,"he growled.
I was too far gone, unconcerned with what the women or the man might opine, at that moment, I just wanted to be fucked.
"Please fuck me…please get laid me…please fuck me…"I babbled.
This drew moans from the char and a triumphant grin from the man. He pushed the headland of his dick just inside me and then drove it cryptic with one violent thrust. I jerked against my bonds and gave a loud scream as his hips slammed into my ass ( apparently the neighbour were going to get the all display ). With only a unforesightful pause, he pulled most of the way out and then remorselessly thrust it back in, drawing another involuntary squeal from me.
Grunting and swearing, he increased the footstep of his stroke, the smack of his hips against my palpitation buttocks, while I whimpered, howled and moaned. Soon, I realized that I could feel his heavy ballock bouncing off my own. I was totally his gripe and I didn't care. It went on and on, until we were both dripping with sweat and gasping for intimation, completely lost in fucking and being fucked.
"Alright, bitch,"he yelled at last."I'm gon na cum…I'm gon na come."
With that he slammed it all the way in and came with a serial publication of spasmodic jerks. I swore I could feel his gigantic tool pulsation inside me and heard the unmistakable sounds of the two women reaching orgasm at the Sami sentence. It occurred to me but didn't botheration me, that everyone in that way had had at least one massive climax except me. I wondered if that would be corrected soon as the other three came down from their highs and I felt some of his hot cum dripped down my balls. In all likeliness I would have to beg but, at that instant, I had no trouble with that .