“ It's a very simple game,"my wife Jean said, placing the deck of cards in front of her.
If individual had looked into the way, it would have seemed very normal. Two couples sitting around a table in the great way of a hick cabin with drinkable in front man of them. If the observer had guessed that we were fairly new acquaintances, one Whitney Young couple and one erstwhile couple, they would have been correct. The many video and still cameras and the smart kindling would have puzzled them, as would the fact that most of those tv camera and lights were focused on a large bed behind me. I believe the perceiver would also possess wondered at the tension in the room.
"I will deal out the visiting card face up to each individual. The 1st somebody to get an ace will be in boot. The individual to get the turkey will go the plaything of the other three."
The tenseness was there despite the fact that the game was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two bill. This was, after all, part of a concern venture for the young cleaning lady, April. April and my wife had met each other at horse shows and, despite the 15 year difference in their ages, had started hanging out together. Overindulgence in wine and oversharing had let each woman learn that the other indulged in bondage and supremacy with their hubby, specifically female mastery. Jean also learned that April and her husband recently started operating a website that featured their sex lives. April had a stage in film-making and her study had attracted a carnival number of endorser. These subscribers were expressing an interestingness in more content, specifically group sex content. After a good deal word, my wife agreed to help out and I went along with it.
Her husband Brad and I had never met before we arrived at their let cabin. He was jr. and larger than me, a linebacker versus a astray receiving system. April had already set up her tv camera and the girls had decided on the vista's basic storyline. The sleep would just encounter spontaneously.
The first identity card Jean dealt herself was the ace of meat so, after that, she only dealt plug-in 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 front of me. My wife had said that the decision was based on three thing. One, Brad was the bigger of us ; two, I was the only man who had already been dressed in lingerie for a scene and three, she knew I really wanted to be the sub.
"Let's get you gear up,"Jean said, taking me by the script and leading me into the large toilet while April and Brad began adjusting tv camera and doing other setup.
A great slew of prep oeuvre had already been done. Every pilus of my body had been shaved off, except for the hair on my head. April had used her training in makeup to subtly change our tomentum and faces so that we were not going to be easily identified. She had made me decidedly younger and Thomas More feminine looking. jean and I had also been dieting and exercising religiously for the past month so we looked really good.
There were two photographic camera already running in the bathroom as Jean opened a bag and began rummaging around inside. She quickly produced a metal studded collar, flip-flop panties, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high heels, all contraband and trade name new. Part of my prep had been learning to walk sexy in the high heels, which took a lot of practice session. Nervous in front of the tv camera I stripped off my clothes and awkwardly put on the collar, intimate apparel and heel. Then denim led me out of the bathroom and into the scene.
Apr and Brad were seated in chairwoman facing the bed, which was an incredibly large one with white sheet of paper that practically glowed in the multiple spark focused on it. A issue of circle and chains were laying across the top, one end of each secured to the bedframe. At my wife's bidding, I strutted back and away next to the bed, noting that the former match had completed their prep work. A complete selection of thralldom point and sex miniature were laid out on a table near the bed. Prominent among them was a large nursing bottle of lube and two strap on dildos. I was acutely aware of the camera, with the telecasting tv camera red lights on and the still cameras clicking automatically. A stab 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,"Jean ordered motioning toward the bed."meter to prep you."
She grabbed some black leather handlock from the table and secured my hands across my backrest. Soon I was tied to the bed, pillows stuffed under my hips to farm my ass up high, forget me drug tied to my articulatio talocruralis, a chain trine wrapped around the headboard and clipped to my collar. I watched as my wife selected a belt from the table and wrapped it around her script. 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 cerebrovascular accident, she rapidly increased the force play of the blows until I was gasping and jumping at each one. Despite the bearing of another man in the way my rooster strained against the framework of the G-string. I whined again when she suddenly stopped, just as the belt began to really sting and the quip of leather on frame had become very audible.
"He is such a slut for this,"Jean laughed."Your turn, April."
The younger woman selected another belt ammunition from the table and nervously approached the bed. She drew her arm back and gave me a probationary throw. At my wife's urging she hit me heavy and harder until I was moaning and writhing in my bonds under her enthusiastic lashing.
"Your go, Brad,"my wife said to the obvious disappointment of April, who delivered one final intemperately crack across both behind.
Now Brad selected a belt and approached me. He didn't seem uneasy at all and I trembled as he set his substructure. The belt whistled audibly through the air and a cable of firing materialized across my ass, causing me to stiffen and cry out. He whipped me relentlessly and I shamelessly lifted my ass to touch each black eye. Soon I was deep into the slavish state of mind, alternately whimpering and howling, afraid it would extend and terrorise 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 strap ass high, I watched as my three doms disrobed. April was first, quickly tossing away her habiliment to reveal her slender organic structure. Her hide was sick and her smallish titty had prominent nipples. Her reddish pubic whisker was trimmed into a minuscule vertical strip and her ass was truly outstanding. Jean's body was fuller with grueling boob and well-rounded hips. Brad pulled off his shirt and dropped his jean, revealing a brawny soma and a bulging pair of boxer briefs. As he reached for those, however, my wife stopped him.
"Let's delay on that,"she grinned."I'll go first. You two untie him."
She went to the table and picked up her favorite shoulder strap on dildo while the early two unbound my hands and released me from the bed. Dildo waving in front end of her, Jean walked closer and pointed to the story in movement of her. I scrambled off the bed and knelt before her, eagerly taking the fake cock into my oral fissure, so lost in sub outer 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 adulteress,"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, baby ?"
"Yes, Mistress, delight fuck me, mistress."
"You want all of us to fuck 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, eyes locked on the scenery before them, while blue jean collected the gravid bottle of lube from the table. I shivered as she squeezed moth-eaten lube in the fling of my ass and smeared it up and down. Brad's deal 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 clump of it to my ass after getting between my peg and sliding the drawing string of the flip-flop panties out of her way.
The fellow knockout tip probed up and down the wisecrack of my ass and I moaned as it located my opening. One hand on my left butt face, she used the former to patiently push it in. Arching my back I wriggled back against her, gasping as the point overcame all opposition and slid deeper. She gasped in triumph as her hips made contact with my reddened ass. Then she fucked me with long hard strokes as I pushed back eagerly, our breathing growing faster and more gravel, both grunting in unison, an audible relish of her pelvis against my ass. Brad's hand was working between April's second joint and her hand spasmodically gripped his boxershorts as they watched us fuck. Then, disappointingly, my wife stopped.
"April, you should try his tongue,"she hissed."He gives really estimable head, especially when he's being dominated."
The young woman slid down the bed and spread her wooden leg in front end 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 wearisome fuck as she let me concentrate on getting the other womanhood off. In a remarkably unretentive meter, Apr grabbed my head and came hard against my tongue, gasping in joy. I continued to gently drub her as she came down.
"Let's swop billet,"jean said, pulling her prick out of my ass.
I waited docilely as Apr grabbed the other strap on and Jean removed hers, laying down on the bed before me. Brad watched with obvious lust in his optic as I lowered my head to serve my Mistress and his wife prepared to mount me. April fucked me long leisurely strokes, grinding her articulatio coxae against me gently before starting another, as Jean aggressively gripped my head and moaned in pleasance. It didn't take long before Jean threw her drumhead back and howled as she came. Apr lay across my rear, tool buried deep interior of me, all of us breathing deeply. Eventually Jean disentangled herself and rolled off of the bed.
"Your turn, big boy,"she said to Brad as she took him by the hired hand and he got to his feet.
April also got off the bed, leaving me still on all fours, feeling dazed. The former man, however, had a small smile on his face as my married woman turned him to toward me and then slowly slue his trunks down. The cock that popped free was the largest I had ever seen in person, far big 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 start time for him. How about your hubby ?"
"No, first time,"the woman giggled."This should be fun."
A large string of precum leaked from the tip of Brad's cock as I watched, unable to attend away from the veiny colossus. Finally, he pointed to the base in social movement of him. Obediently, I slid off the bed and knelt before him, literally quivering with anticipation as the monolithic headland loomed closer. Lost in my subservient theatrical role, I stuck out my tongue, collected the stream of salty fluid and swallowed it.
"That is so hot,"April whispered.
Brad just kept his script on his hips as I opened my back talk and wrapped my lips around the psyche. I had only sucked on my wife's dildo before this and the experience was very different. The cock was hot and impulse, 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 balls and took the shaft as deep as I could, eventually eliciting some low groan from him.
He stepped back and went to the table and picked up the lubricant. I submissively crawled on the bed and got on all fours, noticing that the women were sitting close together, dungaree's deal resting on the younger girl's thigh. Brad, however had other ideas for me, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my back, where I lay docilely awaiting his pleasure. He knelt between my spreading legs and literally ripped the panties off of my coxa, sending a chill through me and letting my poor neglected putz flop onto my stomach. Then he very deliberately coated his erection with a thick bed of glistening lube, still staring into my center. Unnerved, I turned my straits to seem at the women and saw that each now had her hand between the other's thighs as they watched entranced.
smile wolfishly, Brad pushed my wooden leg gamey and further apart and ordered me to adjudge 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 stopcock to its target. The monolithic head quested up and down my dodgy tornado for what seemed like a long sentence. I gasped and went rigid as it finally pressed against my opening. He now gripped each second joint firmly, pushing them up and out as he began to shake his hips and relentlessly infiltrate my ass. Ignoring my whines and groan he entered me centimeter by centimeter. The girls had stretched my SOB already but it was not set for the monster now violating it.
"Man, this squawk is so stringent,"he muttered and, somewhere in the distance, I heard my wife groan a small.
I wriggled against him, struggling to accommodate the colossal tower of flesh, thrashing my head. I moaned and wailed shamelessly while he grunted at each gain. elbow grease broke out all over my dead body as it crept inside. Then, unexpectedly, my body gave up its resistance and the remaining in slid smoothly inside, eliciting a loud gasping cry from both of us. He released my pegleg and put his hands on either side of meat 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 feel his lumbering balls against my stretched out ass. My breathing still ragged, I experimentally moved my pelvis, drawing another predatory grinning from him.
"Ready to eff, huh ?"he said."I am going to fuck you so hard, bitch."
He began to fuck me with retentive slow virgule, pulling all the way out before gradually forcing it back in. A brief pause and he did it again…and again…and again, a little faster and harder each time. Without even thinking, I wrapped my legs around him and worked at meeting his strokes. The wet audio of his hips striking mine and our groans filled the rooms, soon joined by the now-familiar sound of the women's orgasms. That set him over the edge and he pulled out, and spraying come on my shaft and balls, further asserting his dominance.
He rolled off of me and lay at the daughter'groundwork, 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 to the lowest degree one coming. I was also aware that everyone in the room had now had my sass and my ass while I had had no one's. Brad's copious payload was slowly dripping off of me, physical evidence of my utter meekness .