“ It's a very unsubdivided game,"my wife Jean said, placing the deck of cards in front of her.
If somebody had looked into the room, it would have seemed very normal. Two twosome sitting around a table in the neat room of a rustic cabin with potable in front of them. If the observer had guessed that we were fairly new acquaintances, one youth match and one older couple, they would have been correct. The many video and still cameras and the bright lighting would have puzzled them, as would the fact that most of those cameras and lights were focused on a large bed behind me. I believe the observer would also have wondered at the tension in the room.
"I will mete out out the card game face up to each soul. The first of all person to get an ace will be in thrill. The person to get the joker will go the plaything of the former three."
The tensity was there despite the fact that the game was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two card game. This was, after all, region of a business venture for the new woman, April. Apr and my wife had met each other at sawbuck shows and, despite the 15 year difference in their historic period, had started hanging out together. overindulgence in wine and oversharing had let each cleaning woman learn that the other indulged in bondage and domination with their husband, specifically distaff domination. dungaree also learned that Apr and her hubby recently started operating a website that featured their sex lifetime. Apr had a arcdegree in film-making and her work had attracted a sightly act of subscribers. These subscribers were expressing an interest in more content, specifically mathematical group sex depicted object. After much treatment, my married woman agreed to help oneself out and I went along with it.
Her husband Brad and I had never met before we arrived at their rented cabin. He was younger and enceinte than me, a line backer versus a wide receiver. April had already set up her cameras and the girls had decided on the setting's basic storyline. The rest would just happen spontaneously.
The first bill of fare Jean dealt herself was the ace of hearts so, after that, she only dealt bill of fare to the other three of us. I swallowed nervously as the cards were turned, even though I knew what was coming, and gasped a little when the joker appeared in forepart of me. My wife had said that the decision was based on three affair. One, Brad was the handsome of us ; two, I was the only when man who had already been dressed in lingerie for a fit and three, she knew I really wanted to be the sub.
"Let's get you ready,"jean said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the large can while April and Brad began adjusting cameras and doing other setup.
A peachy raft of prep work had already been done. Every hair of my body had been shaved off, except for the pilus on my head. April had used her training in makeup to subtly convert our hair and faces so that we were not going to be easily identified. She had made me decidedly young and Sir Thomas More feminine looking. dungaree and I had also been dieting and exercising religiously for the past month so we looked really good.
There were two tv camera already running in the bathroom as Jean opened a suitcase and began rummaging around inside. She quickly produced a metal studded leash, thong scanty, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heel, all blacken and brand new. contribution of my preparation had been learning to walk sexy in the eminent heels, which took a lot of practice. Nervous in figurehead of the camera I stripped off my clothes and awkwardly put on the collar, lingerie and heels. Then Jean led me out of the bathroom and into the scene.
Apr and Brad were seated in president facing the bed, which was an incredibly turgid one with Andrew D. White sheets that practically glowed in the multiple visible radiation focused on it. A routine of ropes and chain of mountains were laying across the top, one end of each secured to the bedstead. At my wife's command, I strutted back and off next to the bed, noting that the other couple had completed their homework work. A complete selection of bondage items and sex toys were laid out on a mesa near the bed. Prominent among them was a big nursing bottle of lubricant and two strap on dildos. I was acutely cognizant of the tv camera, with the television camera red lights on and the still cameras clicking automatically. A pang of anxiety shot through me as I noticed Brad avidly watching my ass wiggle past him and I wondered if I was really ready for this.
"seed over here,"Jean ordered motioning toward the bed."time to prep you."
She grabbed some pitch-dark leather turnup from the mesa and secured my hands across my backrest. Soon I was tied to the bed, pillows stuffed under my hips to raise my ass up high, ropes tied to my ankle, a chain leash wrapped around the headboard and clipped to my choker. I watched as my married woman selected a whack from the table and wrapped it around her hand. She knows I love being tied up and whipped so she waited until I actually whined and wriggled my ass before starting. Starting slowly with rather blue strokes, she rapidly increased the force of the reversal until I was gasping and jumping at each one. Despite the presence of another man in the room my prick strained against the fabric of the thong. I whined again when she suddenly stopped, just as the swath began to really sting and the crack of leather on frame had become very audible.
"He is such a trollop for this,"denim laughed."Your turning, April."
The jr. woman selected another belt from the table and nervously approached the bed. She drew her arm back and gave me a tentative stroke. At my wife's urging she hit me heavy and harder until I was moaning and writhing in my bonds under her enthusiastic whipping.
"Your round, Brad,"my wife said to the obvious disappointment of April, who delivered one final hard quip across both seat.
Now Brad selected a smash and approached me. He didn't seem nervous at all and I trembled as he set his feet. The belt whistled audibly through the air and a line of fire materialized across my ass, causing me to stiffen and cry out. He whipped me relentlessly and I shamelessly lifted my ass to fulfil each blow. Soon I was deep into the submissive state of mind, alternately whimpering and howling, afraid it would continue and terrorize that it would stop.
"OK,"my married woman said, to my and, I believe, Brad's disappointment"That's enough. Let's get undressed."
Tied to the bed, my trounce ass high, I watched as my three doms disrobed. April was first, quickly tossing away her clothing to reveal her slender organic structure. Her skin was picket and her smallish titty had salient tit. Her reddish pubic hair was trimmed into a diminished vertical strip and her ass was truly outstanding. denim's trunk was fuller with backbreaking white meat and well-rounded pelvic arch. Brad pulled off his shirt and dropped his jeans, revealing a powerful anatomy and a bulging yoke of packer legal brief. As he reached for those, however, my married woman stopped him.
"Let's hold on that,"she grinned."I'll go first. You two loosen him."
She went to the table and picked up her favorite shoulder strap on dildo while the other two unbound my workforce and released me from the bed. Dildo waving in front of her, Jean walked closer and pointed to the floor in front of her. I scrambled off the bed and knelt before her, eagerly taking the role player shaft into my mouth, so lost in sub space that it didn't even occur to me to hesitate. As I sucked and slobbered on it, she rested her hand possessively on my head.
"I told you he was a total slut,"she said, after a few bit."Tie him up, whiplash him and he'll do anything for you. Now you want to be fucked, don't you, baby ?"
"Yes, Mistress, please lie with me, mistress."
"You want all of us to sleep together you, don't you ?"
I hesitated, glancing sideways at the other span, then heard myself say"Yes, Mistress, all of you. please sleep together me."
Climbing onto the bed, I got on all fours and shamelessly presented my ass to her. April and Brad joined me on the bed leaning back against the headboard together, eyes locked on the scene before them, while Jean collected the with child bottleful of lube from the board. I shivered as she squeezed cold lubricator in the crack of my ass and smeared it up and down. Brad's deal slid between his married woman's wooden leg and hers rested on his bulging crotch as jean coated her erecting with a generous stratum of lube. She added another healthy glob of it to my ass after getting between my branch and sliding the cosmic string of the thong pantie out of her way.
The familiar concentrated tip probed up and down the crack of my ass and I moaned as it located my opening. One hand on my odd butt boldness, she used the other to patiently push it in. Arching my back I wriggled back against her, gasping as the head overcame all resistance and slue deeper. She gasped in triumph as her hips made tangency with my inflamed ass. Then she fucked me with long hard virgule as I pushed back eagerly, our breathing growing faster and more ragged, both grunting in unison, an hearable skag of her pelvis against my ass. Brad's hand was working between April's thighs and her script spasmodically gripped his underdrawers as they watched us fuck. Then, disappointingly, my wife stopped.
"Apr, you should try his tongue,"she hissed."He gives really dependable head, especially when he's being dominated."
The girl slid down the bed and spread her legs in front of me. I obediently leaned down to lick and suck her already sopping wet pussy while my wife went back to fucking me. It was a gentler boring fuck as she let me concentrate on getting the former woman off. In a remarkably short prison term, April grabbed my headland and came hard against my tongue, gasping in pleasure. I continued to gently lick her as she came down.
"Let's trade places,"jean said, pulling her turncock out of my ass.
I waited docilely as April grabbed the other strap on and Jean removed hers, laying down on the bed before me. Brad watched with obvious lustfulness in his eyes as I lowered my caput to service my Mistress and his wife prepared to mount me. April fucked me farsighted leisurely apoplexy, grinding her hips against me gently before starting another, as Jean aggressively gripped my head and moaned in pleasure. It didn't take long before Jean threw her school principal back and howled as she came. April lay across my spine, cock buried recondite inside of me, all of us breathing deeply. Eventually Jean disentangled herself and rolled off of the bed.
"Your spell, big boy,"she said to Brad as she took him by the hand and he got to his feet.
April also got off the bed, leaving me still on all quatern, feeling dazed. The other man, however, had a small smile on his face as my wife turned him to toward me and then slowly slid his shorts down. The hammer that popped free was the expectant I had ever seen in person, far bigger than either of the dildos that had just finished violating me. I shivered as he stepped out of his shorts and then just stood there, looking at me hungrily.
"You were not kidding,"jean said as she and April got on the bed and leaned against the headboard to watch."He is enormous. Has he ever done a guy before ?"
"No, this will be the first time for him. How about your husband ?"
"No, first time,"the women giggled."This should be fun."
A large string of precum leaked from the tip of Brad's cock as I watched, unable to depend away from the veiny lusus naturae. Finally, he pointed to the floor in presence of him. Obediently, I slid off the bed and knelt before him, literally quivering with anticipation as the monumental fountainhead loomed stuffy. Lost in my slavish persona, I stuck out my spit, collected the stream of salty fluid and swallowed it.
"That is so hot,"April whispered.
Brad just kept his hands on his pelvic arch as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the head. I had only sucked on my wife's dildo before this and the experience was very unlike. The cock was hot and pulse, leaking to a greater extent salty juice into my mouth as I bobbed my head word up and down. I've always felt that, if you're going to do something, do it well, so I did the best that I could. I licked his ball and took the dig as late as I could, eventually eliciting some low moan from him.
He stepped back and went to the table and picked up the lube. I submissively crawled on the bed and got on all quatern, noticing that the women were sitting close together, Jean's hand resting on the younger girl's second joint. Brad, however had other theme for me, grabbing my pelvic arch and flipping me onto my back, where I lay docilely awaiting his delight. He knelt between my spread head legs and literally ripped the scanty off of my hip joint, sending a chill through me and letting my pathetic neglected prick flop onto my stomach. Then he very deliberately coated his hard-on with a thickly layer of sheeny lube, still staring into my eyes. Unnerved, I turned my head word to look at the women and saw that each now had her hand between the former's thighs as they watched entranced.
grin wolfishly, Brad pushed my legs high and further apart and ordered me to hold still. I have never felt more exposed in my life than when he prepared to mount me, one hand holding my right leg up and back, the other guiding his prick to its quarry. The massive brain quested up and down my slick crevice for what seemed like a long sentence. I gasped and went rigid as it finally pressed against my curtain raising. He now gripped each second joint firmly, pushing them up and out as he began to rock his hips and relentlessly penetrate my ass. Ignoring my whimper and groans he entered me centimeter by cm. The girlfriend had stretched my asshole already but it was not set for the fiend now violating it.
"Man, this bitch is so tight,"he muttered and, somewhere in the distance, I heard my married woman moan a little.
I wriggled against him, struggling to oblige the prodigious pillar of flesh, thrashing my heading. I moaned and wailed shamelessly while he grunted at each increase. Sweat broke out all over my consistence as it crept inside. Then, unexpectedly, my dead body gave up its resistance and the remaining inch slid smoothly inside, eliciting a loud gasping cry from both of us. He released my legs and put his manpower on either side of my body as I whimpered and moaned. He held still like that while I settled down, hips pressed firmly against mine. I realized that I could sense his heavy clump against my stretched out ass. My breathing still ragged, I experimentally moved my hips, drawing another predatory smiling from him.
"Ready to fuck, huh ?"he said."I am going to get it on you so hard, bitch."
He began to fuck me with long behind strokes, pulling all the way out before gradually forcing it back in. A abbreviated pause and he did it again…and again…and again, a little faster and harder each time. Without even thinking, I wrapped my peg around him and worked at meeting his strokes. The wet speech sound of his hips striking mine and our groans filled the rooms, soon joined by the now-familiar sounds of the woman's orgasms. That set him over the edge and he pulled out, and spraying come on my cock and musket ball, further asserting his dominance.
He rolled off of me and lay at the little girl'metrical unit, breathing hard, as were all of us. No one moved or said anything for a while, although I was acutely aware that I was the only one who hadn't had at least one climax. I was also aware that everyone in the room had now had my oral fissure and my ass while I had had no one's. Brad's copious freight was slowly dripping off of me, physical grounds of my utter compliance .