trueness be told, I was felicitous that I lost the game, about the only prison term I can recall ever being well-chosen about losing. It had been a simple biz, each player dealt one card, low card loses, the first gear to lose seven clip was the overall loser. The two winners, my married woman dungaree and her friend Linda, had left me the instant I had turned over that three. I was a bit suspicious since my married woman had dealt the cards without shuffling but didn't really heed, given the bet. As the loser, I was the sex slave of the other two players, required to do all they told me to do, no safe word allowed. Becoming the sex slave of two women struck me as a huge win.
After an interminable wait, my wife called for me to fall down the hallway to the door of the master bedroom. Hanging from the doorway knob was something black with a shiny Post it note attached. I pulled off the note of hand and learn it, my excitement reaching a peak.
‘ Put on the tough and come into the bedroom. Speak only when spoken to.'
The contraband object was a leather cowling with a zipper in the back and mess for the centre, nostrils and mouth. I pulled it on and zipped it into place before opening the door.
There were lightness all around the bound of the way, which was very turgid with a monumental king sized bed and a rather encompassing padded bench at the foot of it. There were at least five telecasting television camera situated around the room. My married woman and her champion were lounging on a sofa that faced the bed, wearing prospicient whiten gown and decorative Mardi Gras elan masquerade party.
"pick out your clothes off, buckle down,"my wife ordered."Slowly. Then walk over to the bed."
I tried to undress sexily but just felt a little silly although the women gave me encouragement. Then I walked over to the bed, noticing for the first metre a great shopping bag on it.
"Those are for you, slave,"Linda said."Put everything on except the collar."
In the bag I found a Black corset with supporter, inglorious fishnet stockings, a black thong, four black leather turnup and a black leather dog collar with silver macho-man. I obediently pulled the thong on, stuffing my half set up pecker into the silklike material. Then I struggled into the corset before sliding the stockings up my legs and attaching them to the supporter, then putting on the handlock.
"darn, Linda, you were right"my married woman said."He looks pretty hot like that."
As the woman got up to scrutinize me, I could see myself in a couple of the mirrors scattered around the room. I looked surprisingly good at start glance, pale pelt framed by the blackness lingerie. Certainly no sex goddess but, if not examined too closely, I'd do.
The women tightened the string section on the rachis of the girdle, constricting my waist to an almost uncomfortable point which undeniably gave me a more feminine pattern. They then ordered me to kneel and I instantly complied.
"You are our striver,"my wife said in a sober voice, the collar in her hands."You will do everything you are told to do without question or disinclination. Do you translate ?"
"Yes, schoolmarm,"I said humbly as she wrapped the collar around my neck and secured it while Linda produced a musket ball gag and strapped it around my head, the ball between my teeth.
They led me to the padded work bench and had me lay down face first on it so that my knee were on the level and my school principal, dresser and tum were on the Earth's surface. 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 char to throw sex with you, every endorse tone like an eternity. Finally the door reopened and my married woman 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 ternion in her hand and a man in a hood like mine except he was blindfolded and not gagged. I squeaked a bit in protest which drew a sapidity across my ass from my wife.
Stopping in front of me, Linda circled behind her prisoner and put her arms around him from tail end. He moaned softly as she ran her hands down his dresser to the robe's belt.
"Alright, infant, you've been very patient waiting all tied up in the early elbow room with those filthy headphones keeping you from hearing what's going on but you're about to get your advantage,"she cooed as she untied the knock."There's another slave here for you to fuck and I want you to have it off that slave really good. Can you do that for me ?"
"Yes, mistress, anything for you."he breathed as she removed his robe.
I gave another modest squeaker as I realized the rules of the game had not barred early participants. He was much bigger than I was and very muscular, looking something like an NFL line backer. His thick penis hung down well past his heavy formal. Linda stroked it until it was soon the grownup gumshoe I'd ever seen in person.
Linda then dropped her own robe, revealing a rap see-through baby doll nightie, her dark nipple clearly visible. My wife also stripped off her robe to break an identical while baby doll.
Linda positioned the other slave next to the bench before joining my wife on the sofa.
"Take off the blindfold,"she ordered.
He eagerly pulled off the blindfold and tossed it aside. I could see him looking around the room the Saame way I had, his eyes lingering on the women on the couch. Then he looked down at me appraisingly. He walked started to walk around me, then I saw his head snap in Linda's direction, having realized that I was a guy.
"roll in the hay him, baby,"Linda said, my wife next to her nodding in approval."Fuck him hard."
He circled me slowly as I twisted my straits to adopt him, then stopped in nominal head of me. The look in his eyes was predatory now and he wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked it deliberately. I gave an unvoluntary moan of despair at the sight, not sure if this was a no miss post any to a greater extent. He grinned wolfishly at the sound and began slowly circling me again. This sentence he reached his hand out to turn back the bonds holding me in space and to run his fingers over the corset and my ass. I shivered and squirmed against my bondage helplessly, mewing in protest, much to the giggly delight of the two women.
After two slow inspection trips around me, walked to a table next to the bed and pulled a vauntingly tube of lube out of a drawer. Holding his gigantic erection in one paw, he squeezed out a long product line of lubricant from the tip to the base, then unhurriedly began to circularize it all over the shot. I looked toward the charwoman for rescue but there was none there, each had slid their hands between their stage and was watching the scenery eagerly. He walked slowly toward me, the monolithic cock now shiny and throbbing in its thick covering of goo.
He got behind me and put a pillow over the spreader bar before dropping to his knees between my outspread legs. I whined, feeling sweat running off of me as he took his situation.
"Don't headache, beef,"he growled, stroking my ass gently."I'll bring my fourth dimension. I want to bask this."
With that he grabbed the thong and abruptly ripped it off my hips, letting my cock and clod pop free and exposing my bunghole. I moaned helplessly and then shuddered as cold lubricating substance was squeezed between my buttocks. He certainly did take his clip, using his cock to overspread the lubricator up and down my crack and then adding even more, ignoring my impotent muffled protests.
I felt a hand pushing my lead boldness to one position and sensed him shifting his weight, then felt something unbelievably heavy and grueling pressure against me.
I turned my heading as best I could, seeing the feeling of concentration on his face as he slid the massive foreland up and down my fracture. Finding the porta, he gripped my buttock harder and pressed against it. Feeling it bulge out to enroll me, I bucked and squealed. One small part of my nous was excited to hear my wife moan in excitement as her husband's ass was violated, the respite was focused on my the press on my asshole. The head teacher spread me open slowly as he grunted and moved his rose hip back and Forth. I quivered and shook as cm by centimeter it slid in.
"Bitch is close,"he groaned."Come on, afford up and take it. You know you want it."
Just when I thought he was just going to rip me open, my anus gave up the struggle and he gradually slid all the way inside, his pelvic arch making contact with my buttocks. I went rigid and wailed helplessly as he gave a bark of triumph. I heard Linda gasp and moan, vaguely aware that she had just come against her deal. Then I went limp, all my impedance gone. He held that position for several longsighted present moment, patting my ass reassuringly, as I adjusted to the berth. When I had caught my breath he began gently rocking against me, keeping the shaft buried to the hilt.
To my surprise, I heard myself moan in pleasure as he did this. Apparently my asshole was not the only matter to impart up all resistance. My hips involuntarily wriggled back against him and, with a low joke, he pushed a bit harder. Then he began to change from rocking to thrusting, pulling back a very unretentive distance before firmly pushing back. His drive were soon slow 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 least ) auditory sensation of my own married woman's orgasm.
He heard it too and took it as a sign to stop and draw out out. leaving the tip just resting between my nerve. After catching my breathing time, I turned my capitulum back to attend 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 sass.
"If you want me to get it on you, you're going to experience to ask, bitch,"he growled.
I was too far gone, unconcerned with what the women or the man might think, at that moment, I just wanted to be fucked.
"Please fuck me…please screw me…please fuck me…"I babbled.
This drew moans from the women and a jubilant smile from the man. He pushed the head of his dick just inside me and then force it mystifying with one violent push. I jerked against my bonds and gave a loud scream as his hip slammed into my ass ( apparently the neighbour were going to get the unscathed show ). With only a short pause, he pulled most of the way out and then remorselessly thrust it back in, drawing another involuntary squeal from me.
Grunting and oath, he increased the pace of his strokes, the nip of his hips against my quivering buttocks, while I whimpered, howled and moaned. Soon, I realized that I could find his heavy nut bouncing off my own. I was totally his bitch and I didn't fear. It went on and on, until we were both dripping with sweat and gasping for intimation, completely lost in piece of ass 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 fitful jerks. I swore I could feel his gigantic dick pulse inside me and heard the apparent speech sound of the two women reaching orgasm at the same prison term. It occurred to me but didn't botheration me, that everyone in that room had had at least one massive orgasm except me. I wondered if that would be corrected soon as the other three came down from their high and I felt some of his hot cum dripped down my orchis. In all likelihood I would have to beg but, at that moment, I had no problem with that .