“ It's a very simple game,"my wife blue jean said, placing the deck of carte in forepart of her.
If someone had looked into the way, it would have seemed very convention. Two couples sitting around a table in the great room of a agrestic cabin with beverage in front of them. If the observer had guessed that we were fairly new acquaintances, one young couple and one older span, they would hold been even up. The many TV and still cameras and the bright kindling would make puzzled them, as would the fact that most of those tv camera and illumination were focused on a large bed behind me. I believe the percipient would also have wondered at the tensity in the room.
"I will deal out the cards face up to each person. The start person to get an ace will be in charge. The person to get the turkey will become the plaything of the other three."
The tension was there despite the fact that the biz was rigged and we all knew who would get each of those two carte. This was, after all, share of a business venture for the young woman, April. April and my wife had met each other at horse show and, despite the 15 yr remainder in their geezerhood, had started hanging out together. Overindulgence in wine and oversharing had let each charwoman learn that the early indulged in bondage and domination with their husbands, specifically female domination. Jean also learned that April and her married man recently started operating a website that featured their sex aliveness. April had a degree in film-making and her work had attracted a reasonable number of ratifier. These subscribers were expressing an interest group in more content, specifically group sex content. After much word, my married woman agreed to avail out and I went along with it.
Her married man Brad and I had never met before we arrived at their rent cabin. He was younger and larger than me, a linebacker versus a wide recipient. April had already set up her cameras and the miss had decided on the scene's basic storyline. The rest would just happen spontaneously.
The first card Jean dealt herself was the ace of substance so, after that, she only dealt cards to the other three of us. I swallowed nervously as the carte were turned, even though I knew what was coming, and gasped a little when the turkey appeared in battlefront of me. My wife had said that the conclusion was based on three things. One, Brad was the bragging of us ; two, I was the simply man who had already been dressed in intimate apparel for a view and three, she knew I really wanted to be the sub.
"Let's get you make,"blue jean said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the tumid privy while April and Brad began adjusting cameras and doing former setup.
A bully deal of prep work had already been done. Every hair of my body had been shaved off, except for the hairsbreadth on my heading. April had used her education in makeup to subtly change our whisker 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 past month so we looked really good.
There were two cameras already running in the bathroom as Jean opened a suitcase and began rummaging around inside. She quickly produced a metal studded collar, lash panties, thigh-high fishnet stockings and high school heel, all black and stigma new. Part of my prep had been learning to take the air sexy in the high heels, which took a lot of practice. Nervous in presence of the cameras I stripped off my dress 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 magnanimous one with white sheets that practically glowed in the multiple lights focused on it. A telephone number of ropes and chains were laying across the top, one end of each secured to the bedframe. At my wife's command, I strutted back and onward next to the bed, noting that the other duo had completed their preparation piece of work. A complete survival of slavery items and sex miniature were laid out on a table near the bed. Prominent among them was a gravid nursing bottle of lube and two strap on dildos. I was acutely aware of the cameras, with the video photographic 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.
"semen over here,"blue jean ordered motioning toward the bed."Time to prep you."
She grabbed some black leather cuff from the table and secured my hands across my back. Soon I was tied to the bed, pillows stuffed under my hip to raise my ass up eminent, ropes tied to my ankles, a chain leash wrapped around the headboard and clipped to my collar. I watched as my wife selected a belt from the mesa and wrapped it around her mitt. 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 aristocratical strokes, she rapidly increased the strength of the blows until I was gasping and jumping at each one. Despite the front of another man in the room my cock strained against the fabric of the lash. I whined again when she suddenly stopped, just as the whang began to really sting and the crack of leather on flesh had become very audible.
"He is such a adulteress for this,"denim laughed."Your number, April."
The younger woman selected another whang 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 grueling and harder until I was moaning and writhing in my bail under her enthusiastic flogging.
"Your routine, Brad,"my wife said to the obvious disappointment of Apr, who delivered one final hard crack across both buttocks.
Now Brad selected a belt and approached me. He didn't seem uneasy at all and I trembled as he set his understructure. The belt whistled audibly through the air and a phone line of flak materialized across my ass, causing me to stiffen and cry out. He whipped me relentlessly and I shamelessly lifted my ass to meet each blow. Soon I was deep into the submissive DoS of nous, alternately whimpering and howling, afraid it would continue and terrified 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 luxuriously, I watched as my three doms disrobed. April was first, quickly tossing away her vesture to reveal her slender dead body. Her tegument was blench and her smallish chest had spectacular nipples. Her carmine pubic hair was trimmed into a lowly upright strip and her ass was truly owing. Jean's body was fuller with punishing knocker and all-round hips. Brad pulled off his shirt and dropped his denim, revealing a sinewy build and a bulging distich of Boxer Jockey shorts. 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 favored shoulder strap on dildo while the former two unbound my hands and released me from the bed. Dildo waving in front of her, Jean walked closer and pointed to the level in front of her. I scrambled off the bed and knelt before her, eagerly taking the fake cock 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 script possessively on my head.
"I told you he was a tot slut,"she said, after a few bit."Tie him up, party whip him and he'll do anything for you. Now you want to be fucked, don't you, baby ?"
"Yes, Mistress, please have sex me, mistress."
"You want all of us to roll in the hay you, don't you ?"
I hesitated, glancing sideways at the other couple, then heard myself say"Yes, Mistress, all of you. delight 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, center locked on the shot before them, while Jean collected the large bottle of lube from the board. I shivered as she squeezed cold lube in the crack 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 dungaree coated her erection with a generous layer of lube. She added another level-headed glob of it to my ass after getting between my peg and sliding the string of the thong pantie out of her way.
The familiar hard tip probed up and down the crack of my ass and I moaned as it located my opening. One hand on my left cigaret cheek, she used the other to patiently push it in. Arching my back I wriggled back against her, gasping as the question overcame all resistance and slide deeper. She gasped in victory as her pelvis made contact with my reddened ass. Then she fucked me with long toilsome strokes as I pushed back eagerly, our breathing growing faster and more ragged, both grunting in unison, an audible smack of her pelvic girdle against my ass. Brad's deal was working between Apr's second joint and her deal spasmodically gripped his underdrawers as they watched us ass. Then, disappointingly, my married woman stopped.
"April, you should try his clapper,"she hissed."He gives really in effect foreland, especially when he's being dominated."
The lady friend slid down the bed and spread her wooden leg in front of me. I obediently leaned down to lick and lactate her already sopping wet pussy while my wife went back to fucking me. It was a gentler dim fuck as she let me concentrate on getting the early woman off. In a remarkably short time, April grabbed my promontory and came hard against my tongue, gasping in joy. I continued to gently puzzle out her as she came down.
"Let's trade places,"Jean said, pulling her cock out of my ass.
I waited docilely as April grabbed the former strap on and Jean removed hers, laying down on the bed before me. Brad watched with obvious lecherousness in his eyes as I lowered my capitulum to service my mistress and his wife prepared to go up me. April fucked me long leisurely accident, grinding her pelvis against me gently before starting another, as Jean aggressively gripped my principal and moaned in pleasure. It didn't take long before dungaree threw her read/write head back and howled as she came. Apr lay across my back, peter buried deep inside of me, all of us breathing deeply. Eventually jean disentangled herself and rolled off of the bed.
"Your number, 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 fours, feeling dazed. The other man, however, had a small smile on his face as my wife turned him to toward me and then slowly slew his shorts down. The tool that popped spare was the largest I had ever seen in person, far handsome 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 ascertain."He is tremendous. Has he ever done a guy before ?"
"No, this will be the for the first time clock time for him. How about your hubby ?"
"No, first time,"the womanhood giggled."This should be fun."
A large drawing string of precum leaked from the tip of Brad's cock as I watched, unable to look away from the veiny colossus. Finally, he pointed to the floor in forepart of him. Obediently, I slid off the bed and knelt before him, literally quivering with anticipation as the massive head loomed closer. Lost in my subservient part, I stuck out my clapper, collected the stream of salty fluid and swallowed it.
"That is so hot,"April whispered.
Brad just kept his manus on his hips as I opened my mouth and wrapped my sass around the head. I had only sucked on my wife's dildo before this and the experience was very different. The cock was hot and pulse, leaking Thomas More salty succus into my mouth as I bobbed my school principal 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 jibe as deep as I could, eventually eliciting some low moan 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 quadruplet, noticing that the women were sitting close together, Jean's hand resting on the jr. young lady's thigh. Brad, however had other ideas for me, grabbing my hips and flipping me onto my cover, where I lay docilely awaiting his pleasure. He knelt between my counterpane branch and literally ripped the panties off of my hips, sending a chill through me and letting my poor neglected putz collapse onto my stomach. Then he very deliberately coated his hard-on with a compact layer of burnished lube, still staring into my eyes. Unnerved, I turned my head to look at the cleaning lady and saw that each now had her hand between the other's second joint as they watched entranced.
Grinning wolfishly, Brad pushed my legs high-pitched and further apart and ordered me to hold in still. I have never felt more exposed in my aliveness than when he prepared to mount me, one hand holding my right leg up and back, the other guiding his cock to its objective. The monumental point quested up and down my slick crack for what seemed like a prospicient time. I gasped and went rigid as it finally pressed against my possible action. He now gripped each thigh firmly, pushing them up and out as he began to rock his pelvis and relentlessly penetrate my ass. Ignoring my whines and groans he entered me centimeter by centimeter. The missy had stretched my bastard already but it was not ready for the monster now violating it.
"Man, this cunt is so tight,"he muttered and, somewhere in the length, I heard my wife moan a little.
I wriggled against him, struggling to accommodate the colossal column of soma, thrashing my head. I moaned and wailed shamelessly while he grunted at each gain. Sweat broke out all over my body as it crept inside. Then, unexpectedly, my eubstance gave up its ohmic resistance and the remaining in slew smoothly inside, eliciting a cheap gasping cry from both of us. He released my legs and put his hands on either side of my body as I whimpered and moaned. He held still like that while I settled down, rose hip pressed firmly against mine. I realized that I could feel his heavy balls against my stretched out ass. My respiration still ragged, I experimentally moved my rose hip, drawing another predatory grinning from him.
"Ready to fuck, huh ?"he said."I am going to fuck you so hard, bitch."
He began to get laid me with farsighted slow fortuity, pulling all the way out before gradually forcing it back in. A legal brief intermission and he did it again…and again…and again, a little faster and harder each time. Without even thinking, I wrapped my wooden leg around him and worked at meeting his strokes. The wet sound of his hips striking mine and our groan 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 prick and balls, further asserting his dominance.
He rolled off of me and lay at the girls'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 lonesome one who hadn't had at least one coming. I was also mindful that everyone in the room had now had my mouth and my ass while I had had no one's. Brad's copious consignment was slowly dripping off of me, forcible evidence of my unadulterated submission .