“ It's a very simple game,"my wife Jean said, placing the deck of bill of fare in front of her.
If soul had looked into the room, it would have seemed very normal. Two couples sitting around a tabular array in the great room of a rustic cabin with potable in front of them. If the beholder had guessed that we were fairly new acquaintanceship, one Whitney Moore Young Jr. span and one quondam mates, they would have been correct. The many video and still cameras and the brilliant lighting would suffer puzzled them, as would the fact that near of those cameras and twinkle were focused on a large bed behind me. I believe the observer would also get wondered at the stress in the room.
"I will deal out the calling card face up to each person. The first base person to get an ace will be in charge. The someone to get the turkey will become the plaything of the other three."
The tautness was there despite the fact that the game was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two cards. This was, after all, part of a business venture for the younger womanhood, April. April and my wife had met each other at horse appearance and, despite the 15 year divergence in their old age, had started hanging out together. Overindulgence in wine and oversharing had let each woman learn that the other indulged in thralldom and domination with their married man, specifically female domination. dungaree also learned that April and her married man recently started operating a website that featured their sex lives. April had a degree in film-making and her work had attracted a evenhandedly number of subscribers. These subscribers were expressing an interest in more content, specifically group sex message. After much give-and-take, my married woman agreed to serve out and I went along with it.
Her husband Brad and I had never met before we arrived at their rented cabin. He was untested and large than me, a linebacker versus a blanket receiver. April had already set up her camera and the girl had decided on the panorama's staple storyline. The rest would just happen spontaneously.
The get-go card Jean dealt herself was the ace of essence so, after that, she only dealt posting 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 turkey appeared in strawman of me. My wife had said that the decision was based on three things. One, Brad was the bigger of us ; two, I was the only man who had already been dressed in intimate apparel for a scene and three, she knew I really wanted to be the sub.
"Let's get you ready,"blue jean said, taking me by the hired hand and leading me into the large bathroom while April and Brad began adjusting television camera and doing other setup.
A nifty deal of prep work had already been done. Every hair's-breadth of my body had been shaved off, except for the hair on my forefront. April had used her grooming in constitution to subtly modify our hair and faces so that we were not going to be easily identified. She had made me decidedly younger and more womanly looking. Jean and I had also been dieting and exercising religiously for the by month so we looked really good.
There were two cameras already running in the bathroom as Jean opened a travelling bag and began rummaging around inside. She quickly produced a metal studded apprehension, thong panties, thigh-high fishing net stockings and high heels, all sinister and marque new. Part of my prep had been learning to walk sexy in the heights blackguard, which took a lot of practice. Nervous in front of the tv camera I stripped off my wearing apparel and awkwardly put on the collar, intimate apparel and heels. Then blue jean led me out of the lavatory and into the scene.
April and Brad were seated in electric chair facing the bed, which was an incredibly large one with white rag that practically glowed in the multiple lights focused on it. A issue of ropes and chains were laying across the top, one end of each secured to the bedstead. At my wife's control, I strutted back and Forth River side by side to the bed, noting that the other couple had completed their homework piece of work. A complete selection of thrall items and sex toy were laid out on a table near the bed. Prominent among them was a expectant bottleful of lube and two shoulder strap on dildos. I was acutely aware of the cameras, with the video cameras red lights on and the still cameras clicking automatically. A pang of anxiousness shot through me as I noticed Brad avidly watching my ass wriggle past him and I wondered if I was really ready for this.
"Come over here,"blue jean ordered motioning toward the bed."time to prep you."
She grabbed some contraband leather manacle from the board and secured my hands across my back. Soon I was tied to the bed, pillows stuffed under my hips to raise my ass up high, ropes tied to my ankles, a range of mountains leash wrapped around the headboard and clipped to my pinch. I watched as my wife selected a belt from the board and wrapped it around her hired man. 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 gentle chance event, she rapidly increased the military group of the blast until I was gasping and jumping at each one. Despite the presence of another man in the room my cock strained against the fabric of the G-string. I whined again when she suddenly stopped, just as the belt began to really sting and the tornado of leather on physical body had become very audible.
"He is such a slut for this,"denim laughed."Your turn, April."
The younger woman selected another belt from the table and nervously approached the bed. She drew her arm back and gave me a provisionary stroke. At my wife's urging she hit me harder and harder until I was moaning and writhing in my adherence under her enthusiastic whipstitch.
"Your turn of events, Brad,"my wife said to the obvious disappointment of April, who delivered one terminal unvoiced crack across both buttocks.
Now Brad selected a belt and approached me. He didn't seem nervous at all and I trembled as he set his animal foot. The belt whistled audibly through the air and a seam of firing materialized across my ass, causing me to constrain and cry out. He whipped me relentlessly and I shamelessly lifted my ass to meet each blow. Soon I was deep into the submissive state of nous, alternately whimpering and howling, afraid it would preserve and terrify that it would stop.
"OK,"my wife said, to my and, I believe, Brad's letdown"That's enough. Let's get undressed."
Tied to the bed, my whipped ass high, I watched as my three doms disrobed. April was first, quickly tossing away her clothing to reveal her slender body. Her skin was pale and her smallish breasts had prominent nipples. Her red pubic whisker was trimmed into a small vertical striptease and her ass was truly salient. denim's body was fuller with heavy breasts and all-round hips. Brad pulled off his shirt and dropped his denim, revealing a powerful build and a bulging pair of boxer Jockey shorts. As he reached for those, however, my wife stopped him.
"Let's wait on that,"she grinned."I'll go first. You two untie him."
She went to the mesa and picked up her favourite strap on dildo while the other two unbound my work force and released me from the bed. Dildo waving in front of her, dungaree walked closer and pointed to the base in front of her. I scrambled off the bed and knelt before her, eagerly taking the fake cock into my rima oris, so lost in sub space that it didn't even occur to me to waver. As I sucked and slobbered on it, she rested her hand possessively on my head.
"I told you he was a tote up slut,"she said, after a few moments."Tie him up, lash him and he'll do anything for you. Now you want to be fucked, don't you, coddle ?"
"Yes, Mistress, please have a go at it me, mistress."
"You want all of us to have sex you, don't you ?"
I hesitated, glancing sideways at the other couple, then heard myself say"Yes, schoolmistress, all of you. Please fuck me."
mounting 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, heart locked on the picture before them, while blue jean collected the vauntingly bottle of lube from the table. I shivered as she squeezed cold lube in the fling of my ass and smeared it up and down. Brad's hand slid between his wife's legs and hers rested on his bulging crotch as jean coated her hard-on with a generous layer of lube. She added another healthy clod of it to my ass after getting between my legs and sliding the strand of the flip-flop panty out of her way.
The conversant backbreaking tip probed up and down the crack of my ass and I moaned as it located my chess opening. One hand on my leave alone butt cheek, she used the former to patiently advertize it in. Arching my book binding I wriggled back against her, gasping as the header overcame all opposition and slide deeper. She gasped in triumph as her pelvis made contact with my inflamed ass. Then she fucked me with long hard strokes as I pushed back eagerly, our breathing growing faster and more tantalise, both grunting in unison, an audible relish of her articulatio coxae against my ass. Brad's hand was working between April's second joint and her hand spasmodically gripped his shorts as they watched us piece of tail. Then, disappointingly, my wife stopped.
"April, you should try his tongue,"she hissed."He gives really good drumhead, especially when he's being dominated."
The young lady slid down the bed and spread her legs in front of me. I obediently leaned down to lick and suck her already sopping wet kitty-cat while my wife went back to fucking me. It was a gentler slower fuck as she let me boil down on getting the former char off. In a remarkably forgetful time, April grabbed my head and came hard against my tongue, gasping in pleasance. I continued to gently clobber her as she came down.
"Let's trade places,"Jean said, pulling her prick out of my ass.
I waited docilely as April grabbed the early strap on and dungaree removed hers, laying down on the bed before me. Brad watched with obvious lecherousness in his eyes as I lowered my head to serve my mistress and his wife prepared to mount up me. April fucked me long leisurely CVA, grinding her hips against me gently before starting another, as jean aggressively gripped my head and moaned in pleasure. It didn't take tenacious before dungaree threw her principal back and howled as she came. April lay across my back, cock buried deep interior of me, all of us breathing deeply. Eventually denim 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 Little Joe, feeling dazed. The other man, however, had a small smile on his side as my wife turned him to toward me and then slowly slid his underdrawers down. The cock that popped free was the largest I had ever seen in person, far braggy than either of the dildos that had just finished violating me. I shivered as he stepped out of his short pants and then just stood there, looking at me hungrily.
"You were not kidding,"dungaree said as she and April got on the bed and leaned against the headboard to check."He is enormous. Has he ever done a guy before ?"
"No, this will be the 1st prison term for him. How about your husband ?"
"No, first sentence,"the cleaning lady giggled."This should be fun."
A great bowed stringed instrument of precum leaked from the tip of Brad's turncock as I watched, unable to bet away from the veiny devil. Finally, he pointed to the floor in front of him. Obediently, I slid off the bed and knelt before him, literally quivering with prediction as the massive header loomed airless. Lost in my subservient role, I stuck out my clapper, collected the current of salty fluid and swallowed it.
"That is so hot,"April whispered.
Brad just kept his hands on his pelvis as I opened my mouth and wrapped my lip around the head. I had only sucked on my wife's dildo before this and the experience was very different. The turncock was hot and pulsing, leaking more salty juice into my mouth as I bobbed my head 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 orchis and took the shaft as deep as I could, eventually eliciting some low moans 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 four-spot, noticing that the women were sitting close together, Jean's manus resting on the youthful miss's thigh. Brad, however had other approximation for me, grabbing my pelvis and flipping me onto my back, where I lay docilely awaiting his pleasure. He knelt between my spread peg and literally ripped the panties off of my rosehip, sending a tingle through me and letting my poor overlook cock flop onto my stomach. Then he very deliberately coated his erection with a thick level of shiny lube, still staring into my eyes. Unnerved, I turned my top dog to look at the womanhood and saw that each now had her hand between the former's thighs as they watched entranced.
grin wolfishly, Brad pushed my legs high-pitched and further apart and ordered me to hold still. I have never felt more exposed in my sprightliness than when he prepared to mount me, one handwriting holding my right hand leg up and back, the other guiding his rooster to its target. The massive head quested up and down my slick crack for what seemed like a long time. I gasped and went strict as it finally pressed against my opening. He now gripped each thigh firmly, pushing them up and out as he began to rock his hips and relentlessly imbue my ass. Ignoring my whines and groans he entered me centimeter by centimeter. The young lady had stretched my asshole already but it was not ready for the demon now violating it.
"Man, this bitch is so miserly,"he muttered and, somewhere in the aloofness, I heard my wife moan a little.
I wriggled against him, struggling to hold the colossal column of flesh, thrashing my headland. I moaned and wailed shamelessly while he grunted at each amplification. Sweat broke out all over my consistency as it crept inside. Then, unexpectedly, my consistency gave up its resistance and the remaining column inch slid smoothly inside, eliciting a loud gasping cry from both of us. He released my legs and put his hands on either English of my body as I whimpered and moaned. He held still like that while I settled down, hip pressed firmly against mine. I realized that I could sense his with child balls against my stretched out ass. My respiration still ragged, I experimentally moved my hip joint, drawing another predatory smile from him.
"Ready to fuck, huh ?"he said."I am going to have intercourse you so hard, bitch."
He began to have it off me with farseeing slow throw, pulling all the way out before gradually forcing it back in. A brief intermission and he did it again…and again…and again, a little faster and harder each clock time. Without even thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and worked at meeting his diagonal. The wet auditory sensation of his pelvis striking mine and our groans filled the rooms, soon joined by the now-familiar sounds of the womanhood's orgasms. That set him over the edge and he pulled out, and spraying come on my stopcock and balls, further asserting his dominance.
He rolled off of me and lay at the young lady'metrical foot, breathing hard, as were all of us. No one moved or said anything for a while, although I was acutely cognizant that I was the entirely one who hadn't had at least one orgasm. I was also aware that everyone in the room had now had my mouth and my ass while I had had no one's. Brad's copious load was slowly dripping off of me, physical evidence of my utter compliance .