Golden Night

Golden Night

(Diary of a anal cum slut whore)

GIFT WRAPPING

My MASTER stood before me.  I knelt, naked at his feet, head bowed to the floor and my hands clasped behind my back.  “Look at me Cunt.”  I raised my head, lifted my chin and looked up into his dark face.  “Tonight whore, is to be Very Special.  Your service will be required for the benefit of some select gentlemen and you must prepare for it immediately!  On your feet slut!”  I bounced to my feet as if endowed with springs.  MASTER brought his rugged face to mine and kissed me gently.  At the look of surprise on my face at this softness, a cruel grin began to crease HIS rugged features.  HE grabbed my hair and pulled my head back firmly.  “You are to be beautiful tonight my filthy whore.  You are to be an object of worship and of adoration, and ultimately of consumption.  Now, go and prepare yourself!”  I ran to the bath, and took a refreshing, hot, shower, reveling in the stinging spray.  I emerged and patted my body dry.  I smoothed Chanel 19 body lotion on my smooth white skin.  I powdered my cunt and ass with dusting powder and, spread my legs as I dabbed the same Chanel perfume at the sides of my nether lips.  I dried my long hair, brushing it into an auburn sheen so that it was long and glistening and straight.  I applied a shiny crimson stick to my lips and a matching red to my toes and long natural fingernails.  I finished with a hint of blue shadow over my matching blue eyes, an application of mascara to my lashes.  It was 6:30 pm.  I noticed the hall clock as I passed it on my way to the library’s entrance.  Muffled voices from within as I knelt and softly knocked at the door frame. “Assume the position and enter whore”  MASTER’S voice beckoned to me.

Naked, cleansed, powdered, perfumed and painted, standing, eyes lowered and hands behind my back, breasts and hips proceeding,  I presented myself to my Master, stopping before him and spreading my feet far apart for his inspection.  “You see Gene, I told you she was and attractive piece of trash”  “Exquisite,” came the reply from an unknown voice to my left.  I felt the strangers eyes as they explored the unhidden curves of my body.  “Please, you are my guest.  You must examine her charms.”  The one called Gene rose from the overstuffed leather chair and approached me from behind.  I felt his cool fingertips running up the backs of legs from the knees starting up toward my small round ass, along the sides of my ribcage and under the insides of my arms as he raised them out to my sides.  “Lovely, shape J.”  The hands continued their exploration, they appeared under my chin, the long fingers tracing its taunt length, across my collar bone and gliding gently toward my milky breasts.  I had rouged the nipples to a soft but vibrant pink.  The fingers lingered momentarily on the hard buds.  Then a sharp, quick, hard, stinging pinch was administered to each, as the hands glided under my breasts and lifted as if testing their comparative weight.  The guest’s left forearm formed a bar where my waist meets the flare of my hips.  The right hand between my shoulder blades, gently urging me forward over the forearm, “Lean forward whore and bend yourself forward and support your upper body on your palms.”  A sharp blow descended on my naked ass.  Don’t bend your knees, Slut, up on your toes.”  The air whistled as the blow from MASTER’S crop lashed my white globe.  “Yes MASTER, thank you MASTER” I said complying.  The fingers of the stranger’s right hand began to tickle and massage the slit between the lips of my pussy, my dampness began to lubricate the stiletto shape moving back and forth.  I felt it as the wetness on the top of the hand as it began to follow my exposed genitals up toward the puckered entrance of my ass.  “Yes J, she is as you told us: Very responsive”  Abruptly the hand was removed.  “You may rise slave”  I brought myself upright and again stood erect and immediately clasped my hands behind my back.  “She is obedient as well?”  “Yes Gene, obedient, and easily manipulated for your needs.”  “She will make for a wonderful evening I’m sure J.”  Gene, turned away and walked back to the chair.  From behind it he produced a small black bag, which I could just barely make out through my lowered eyes.  I still had not seen the man called “Gene”.  “Send her to me in the kitchen J.”  He left the room bag in hand.  “Follow slut.”  MASTER rewarded me with another stripe across my reddening rear.  I marched in front of HIM and behind the one called Gene, barefooted into the kitchen, my MASTER urging me along with only casual flicks of his whip.  I entered the Large tile kitchen with its rough wooden floor and notice that a chair had been placed in front of the butcher block in the center of the work space.  It was a tall butcher block.  The kind you see in real shops, where meat is cut and torn.   My MASTER’S strong fingertips nudging me to its edge.  Across the table, Gene approached.  He sat the bag on the floor beside the chair, and took a seat.  I saw a man of about 50.  Short, balding, graying shock of hair, he was overweight and wore round rimless eyeglasses which he had now pushed up on his forehead.  He bent and reached inside the bag.  “Bring the girl forward J.”  Master shoved me to the butcher block until my naked stomach came into contact with the hard wood.  HE took me by one hand at the back of the neck and leaned me forward.  My breasts rested on the surface of the block.

Gene took a jeweler’s loupe and stuck it in his left eye, while his hands busied themselves with what looked to be a large needle of some kind.  Gene took my left breast into his hand.  He produced a clamp like device, steel hemostats with a looped end.  He examined my left nipple as a gem cutter eyes a precious stone, and clamped the hemostat over the nipple and squeezed it closed as it joined the globe from which it sprang.  My nipple was entrapped in the middle of an open round circle and was throbbing, gasping for the blood denied to it.  Suddenly, and efficiently, the large needle darted to the restricted length.  I cried out as it cut its way through the tender flesh.  MASTER”S hand immediately covered my mouth as he pushed the back of my head and muffled my scream.  “I am sorry Gene.  Usually she is more in control of her voice.  Forgive me.”  “Quite alright my boy.  I myself might have been tempted a wee protest under the same circumstances.”   He sat to work duplicating his efforts.  The pain from the piercing of my right nipple was no less than that of the left, but I managed to clench my teeth and take control of it when it came, without uttering a sound.  MASTER stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and stood me up with the tortuous implements still attached and the bloodied spears through them.  He pushed the needles through so that an equal amount of steel was achieved showing out of  the tops and bottoms of the purple buds.

Gene rose from his place at the cutting board and taking the long handles of the hemostats in one hand and his bag in the other pulled me forward, stretching my nipples out even farther, and causing the pain to hit and the tears to well along my lower eyelids.  With a nod to his left, Gene summoned the two naked male slaves to his flanks,  they took my arms in their firm grip and led me to the wooden breakfast table.  MASTER placed a blindfold and covered my vision as strong arms lifted and laid me on my back on the unfinished surface.  My wrists and ankles were wrapped its legs by what felt like silk scarves.  My hips were raised and a large, soft pillow was placed under them and at the small of my back, causing my sex to be lifted and open.  I could not help it!  Sharp sensations of pleasure begin to grow in my abused chest and was evident in the wetness of my upturned slit.  I moaned as the lashes were tightened and I felt the fingers begin to probe my mound, separating the tufts of hair there.  “Gene, I want to make our understanding clear.  This event tonight is to leave no permanent marks on my property”  “J, it is why the Order sent me to perform the preparation ritual.  I do have the most valid of credentials as you know.”  I felt his breath against the dampness of my folds as his face must have been bent close to my opening.  Gentle thumbs worked the outer lips of my vagina and it blossomed to greet their touch.  I felt a thumb circling my hooded button of desire and then working the hood back and up exposing the center of my feelings.  Another sensation as cold steeI  replaced the fingers pulling the tender skin away from its companion. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh!  The piercing of the hood caused me to arch and strain against my bonds and my body thrashed from side to side.  A large hand pressed my belly holding my back flat against the table.  I heard strange small tingling sounds and felt the snap of metal inserted in my tortured buds.  Another snap and th same strange sound from the freshly pierced flesh of my hooded clitoris.  The pop of a torch and the acrid smell of the gas.  I felt cool rivlets of metal coiling on my stomach, and soft tugs on the three abused areas. Another loud snap, followed by the thud of heavy

metal falling on my belly.   “You have your MASTER’S permission to release the delicacy now.”  With those words my bindings were immediately released and strong arms sat me upright my legs dangling off the end of the table and the feeling of the weight at my nipples and my clitoral area returned accompanied by the strange tinkling sounds.  I felt the metal fall from my stomach and between my legs, its weight and movement sent small jolts of pain to the connected extremities.  I was lifted to my feet and assumed the standing position and the metal swayed and bumped its cool hardness against my inner thighs.  “You may remove her blindfold.”  Gene’s words were met with instant obedience and as my eyes regained focus they widened at the vision captured within their field.  Gene removed the clamps  from my nipples and the muscles of my stomach clenched tight with the sharp jolt of pain as the blood returned to the area.  From the tortured flesh of my chest hung two golden bells attached to golden rings inserted through my freshly pierced flesh.  Another called to its sisters from the ring in the wounded hood of my clitoris. Attached to each of the rings was a length of golden chain, the links interspersed and accentuated with tiny red, green, blue and white stones and the end of each was attached to a larger thicker ring encrusted with the same stones that now swung between my thighs.  To this Gene snapped a golden leash.  “She is now properly prepared for the ceremony” he said and he pulled on the leash.  The chains sprang forward to form the outline of a golden pyramid,  jutting straight out in front of my body and the bells began to tinkle in earnest as Gene led me forward.  He led me around the kitchen, the leash thrown over his shoulder.  An audible gasp escaped my MASTER’S lips.  “Lovely hardware eh J?”  “Yes  Gene, lovely golden hardware”  “Not golden, GOLD the real thing all of it and precious stones, rubies, emeralds, sapphires, and diamonds of course for her decoration.  J, I feel that you have really given the Order a magnificent gift.  Be assured, that you will be rewarded in kind for it.”  “Take her now.  To the car.” 

INTO THE NIGHT

A long black cloak with a hood was tossed around my shoulders and placed over my head tied with silk ribbon from my neck.  Golden high heels were placed upon my feet and the male slaves led me from the kitchen out the limousine parked in the curved drive.  The male slaves assisted me into the car’s back seat and climbed in facing me.  The door was shut and we sped away into the night.  The pain was momentarily forgotten and replaced by, a undercurrent of fear of tonight’s events to come.  I sat erect in the back of the limo and let my mind try to grip the situation.  The car wound its way up the hills of LA, climbing toward Mullholland Dr.  It took a left on that incredible road and wound its way above the city and the valley on the other side.  The lights below a sea of sparkling jewels with a beauty matching those attached to by glorious harness.  The luxurious ride turned off of Mullholland and we passed through the the entrance of a gated community of estates, waved through without stopping at the guard house.  No estate dwelling could be seen behind their barricades of tall hedges, running straight along the wide sidewalks and the fenced entrances to the properties.  We wound through the curving streets until we came to a large entry gate flanked my marble pillars topped my the carved grinning faces of gargoyles.  It opened silently and the car ascended the steep upward curl of the drive.  It was a long drive perhaps a quarter of a mile and other limousines lined it on both sides.  We pulled up slightly away from the front of a massive stone mansion with carved double entry doors 12’ tall and a marble portico.  The driver sat and let the engine idle.  Other limousines and exotic automobiles pulled up to the door and discharged their passengers.   My heart began to beat faster as I observed several of the guests emerging from their pampered vehicles.  Ladies dressed in the latest fashions, Prada, Laurent, Chanel, Zenga, and the men in their black tuxedos and thousand dollar shoes.  OH, they were beautiful.  Some were young, some old, some were of disparate ages but they all had one thing in common: the carriage, and casual elegance that comes with possessing great wealth and power.  The evening reeked of  excess and personal indulgence.  Long after the arrival of the last guests, still we waited in silence in the idling car,   True slaves we are, not daring to even break the silence among us in obedience to our MASTERS even when not in THEIR presence. An indeterminate amount of time passed until I glanced at the clock in the car, 10pm.  The light sprang from the edifice as the massive doors swung open.  Eight of the most beautiful slaves I have ever seen emerged from the entrance.  Their bodies glistened and were oiled to a bright sheen.  The four men slaves cocks were encircled with wide golden rings set with stones similar to mine.  The four female slaves wore strands of gold chain around their slim waists with the same tinkling bells hanging from the center of each precious circle, men and women’s both.  All eight wore golden collars again set with jewels and the four men were linked together and the four women as well.   They approached the limousine and assumed a line on each side of the door, and faced each other in almost military fashion.  The first male in line opened the door.  Then from the house emerged the Largest, most beautiful, ebony, male slave I have ever set eyes on, a giant Nubian god with golden armlets around his cut arms and a golden belt at his waist.  A huge semi rigid member jutted from his loins and the tip was pierced and graced with a golden ring.  When he reached the door, the two male slaves accompanying me exited and fell to their knees in front of him.  Each of them kissed the

tip of his cock reverently and as they lowered their heads to the ground at his feet they raised the end of my leash to his outstretched hand.  With only the slightest jerk on the leash, I swung my legs from the car and stood before him.  He reached to my neck and slipped the silk bow at my neck loose, and the cloak that had been shielding my nakedness pooled at my heels.  The two male slaves, quickly gathered it up, returned to their former places in the car.  I heard the heavy door close with authority as the car slowly drove away. 

The Giant lifted my chin and stared intently into my eyes.  He turned my up tilted face from side to side.  A smile exposed the contrast of his snow white teeth with the darkness of his beautiful skin.  Throwing my leash over his massive back, he turned and led me by my pyramid into the house.  Once inside, I marveled at its vastness.  More a museum than a house,  The marble entrance was a 40’ circle with a glass dome focused upward into the starry night.  Off to each side long hallways ran right and left.  The wide esplanade in front leading deeper into the brightly lit interior.  Everywhere, art, sculpture, tapestries, antiques all the finest and indeed museum quality.  My jaw slackened as my eyes took in the wondrous display.  I did not have time to grasp it all as my groom turned left and proceeded down the marble hallway, flanked by our cordon of golden attendants.  As we walked, doors on our right opened to libraries, conservatories, gaming rooms, entertainment centers all with the latest and most precious of contents.  Two tall white paneled doors stopped our progress only fractionally, as our commander swung them wide for our entrance.  We were in an indoor pool area, resembling in its construction the roman baths of old.  A large square pool in the center of the room was surrounded by marble columns supporting a square glass ceiling high above.  The area outside the frame of the columns was white marble with golden lines running through it.  My Giant led me to the edge of the pool and turned my nakedness around to face the assembled slaves.

“Prepare her.”  The deep rumble of his voice echoed in the vastness of the room.  With that he handed my leash to the first female slave, and followed by the other males, he took an almost regal exit.  The line of male slaves halted in unison beyond the entrance and the last of them swung the doors shut.  The females wasted no time, and unsnapped their leashes from the collars of the slave in front of each and scurried off quickly to their tasks.  The first of the women held me in my triple fastened harness.  The three others returned quickly.  One began to wash me again with a soft sponge filled with a floral scented water.  The second slave dried my body with the thickest and most absorbent of towels, the third busied herself combing and brushing my pubic hair.  The one who was washing me finished her task and begin to stroke a soft brush through my long hair.  When the one who dried me finished, she darted off again, only to reappear seconds later with a tray on which was an array of creams, jells, shadows, lipsticks, mascara and a small strange marble urn with a long handled stopper.  The keeper of the leash place the end of it in the mouth of the slave attending my genitals, turned to face me and snapped her finger.  The girl with the tray approached and the keeper began to apply a thin coat of the cream to my body.  It smelled as I would imagine frankincense and myrrh, a dreamy exotic eau.  She then trimmed, penciled and shaped my eyebrows.  She applied a golden shadow on the upper lids of my eyes, and a bright red gloss to my lips.  A touch of light rouge was subtly worked into my cheek bones and a heavier coat was applied to my

shackled nipples, setting off quiet alarms from the bells hanging on them  .  The other slaves stepped back and admired her skill   She turned and took the small urn in her long fingers.  She gently twisted its top.  She pulled from it a soft brush, made of the finest hair.  She applied the contents with gentle strokes starting at my hair line and with long ones as she covered me in the contents.. It was the finest Gold dust.  As fine as talc yet pure gold.  She applied it to every crevice of my body in the lightest of layers until I sparkled like a solid bar of gold.  She gave my pubic hair a Heavy covering, and when she backed away it shown with the brightness of the hair of God’s chosen angels.  Two of the girls brought a full length mirror and positioned it in front of me.  Before me stood a Goddess, a vision from myth, golden from head to foot, dark hair and golden body adorned with fine chains and jewels,  Bright blue eyes reflected the blue of the gems, red lips the crimson of the rubies,  I did not recognize this vision as a person.  I saw reflected a dream, an object of eternal epic worship.  High heeled golden sandals were lashed to my ankles, and a circlet of gold was placed around my brow.  The effect was mind altering.  My body stood straight and tall and proud, a goddess to be worshiped and adored, I felt a pride and joy and began to understand the regal bearing of my Nubian Giant.  I felt imbued with another spirit the epitome of desired beauty.  The keeper then took the final object from the tray.  It was a large bell, and she raised it and sounded three long tones which reverberated in the chamber.  As the last echo died, the doors to the bath swung open and The Giant and his attendants were immediately there.  I saw his eyes widen when they fell upon the creature presented to him and a large smile of pleasure widened his full lips.  He came forward and took my leash.  The girls snapped their chains into the line and our group advanced toward the evenings’ designated ending.

WORSHIP/ SUPPLICATION/ DESTINY AND UNDERSTANDING

As we strode through the mansion, all the servants, pushed themselves against the walls as we passed and bowed their heads in our presence.  The Giant led us through the rambling path with a knowing confidence.  At last, we stopped before a tall arched door, which seemed thin only because of its height.  It swung open as we approached, and we entered an amphitheater.  Rows of high backed chairs in a perfect circle rose above a circular floor.  They were filled with the people whom I had seen earlier.  At the far end above the floor in the first row center, sat a distinguished looking gentleman in a tuxedo.  My eyes brightened as I saw my MASTER seated behind him to his left.  Male and female sat in alternating chairs in each row higher and higher to the top of the room.  A collective gasp and a spontaneous burst of applause greeted our entrance.  Head held high, I could guess that the assemblage numbered about 100.  In the center of the room was what looked to be a alter.  It was not flat on the top, but rather curved side to side forming an arch.  Metal rings were embedded in the floor at each of its four corners, and a hook was suspended from the ceiling over the middle of the arch.  I noticed two exits in the wall under the seated patrons, on level with the area in which we stood, and low curved benches lined the walls of the performance area.  The line of male and female slaves broke from our ranks and knelt upon them facing the center, legs spread wide apart, exposing their privates to the view of the audience.  The giant led me forward to the center of the alter.  “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Order,  I present to you the Goddess of the Satyr.”   Cheers and wild applause echoed as the crowd welcomed the evening’s finale.  He then attached my leash to the hook over the alter.  My nipples and the hood of my clitoris stood at attention, and the exposed button pulsed between my legs.  The familiar dampness began to collect in my slit.  From the exits, came a sound of bells as to tall statues of the Satyr advanced into the room.  Their large golden erections prominently displayed curved from their goat loins about 12” in length, smooth and carved in great detail with knotted golden veins visible on the shafts, and an elongated tip with a massive ring with half circles, lumping out from their circumference , surrounding the place where the head joined the shafts.  These statues were placed at the head and foot of the alter facing out to the audience.   The Giant went first to the side of the room where the female slaves were and unfastened their chains from one another.  He repeated the action with the males.  Freed from their chains the males and females advanced to the statues closest to them and formed a line in front of the mythical creature.  The first of each bowed low before it and mumbled strange incantations.  I watched as they began to lick the golden phalluses, coating them with their wet tongues.  One by one on each side each paid the same homage to the god shape before them.  Some in the audience licked their own lips as they watched.  Once the supplication was accomplished, the Giant lifted the first of the women high in the air and once in place over the Satyr’s golden cock, he lowered her upon it.  She screamed, as the metal cock entered her.  The Giant smiled and pushed her farther down upon the stake like devise until it was buried fully into her.  He placed her hands around the neck of the statue and cuffed them there.  He began to lift her up and down upon it, fucking her to the depths of her cunt with the golden shaft slamming her tortured cunt on its stiffness again and again, faster and faster.  He took his hands from the girl’s hips as she slid up and down on the huge cock of her own accord.  Head thrown back and screaming with each deep penetration, a look of sheer ecstasy was

lurking under her reddened contorted features as she rode the phallus with furious pounding strokes.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh .  The gush of her orgasm spurted from the membrane encircling the faux cock, and the juices splattered the area around the base, running in rivulets thru the fur like channels carved into its upper thighs.

A slight pink color was infused in the liquid.  Then the Giant turned and beckoned the first of the male slaves forward.  I almost could not watch, almost, as he lowered the man’s puckered ass onto the pointed head of the phallus.  The roar of his pain reverberated like thunder in the hall, as the Giant slammed his body cruelly upon the metal stake, hard and fast.  Yet again, when the Giant released him the man continued to ride his tormentor, breath coming hard and fast as he impaled himself with violence upon it.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh his cry was pitiful and exciting.  I felt drops of fluid begin and pulled my hips back ever so slightly, stretching the recently placed ring in my hood and exposing my hardening bud.  The tingling of the bell in my hood betrayed my excitement.  Smiles broke from the faces of the audience.  One after the other all of the male and female slaves were subjected to the same treatment, and one after another they submitted and freely offered their bodies to the Pagan God.  As they progressed, I stepped farther and farther, backing away from the alter until my nipples were stretched from my breasts and the breasts themselves stretched from my body.  The skin of my hood stood out from my now sopping cunt and formed a tight V as it stood out from its place and I pulled back harder and harder relishing my own pain.  The statues were repositioned at my sides facing the raised chair of the group’s leader.  The Giant lifted me and hooked my legs at the knee between the phallus and the body of the statue, opening my cunt for the audience and putting even more strain to the three attachment points.  He bound my hands behind my back so that I was supported only by the phalluses and the chains. Ohhhh  Godddd.  My cunt pulsed with the need and desire to ride the phallus for my own pleasure.  The wetness glistened between the golden dusted hair surrounding the opening of my drenched cunt.  OHHHHHHHHH.  The tiny bells clanged as I bounced and twisted.  My shuddering body found its first release as streams of fluid squirted from it, drenching the floor.  Wild applause greeted each discharged stream of the warm fluid.  The bells tinkled incessantly as I quivered with the release.  Two of the  male slaves then secured one of the women to the curved alter in front of me, tying her wrists and ankles to the rings in the floor.  They attached ornate golden clips with long chains to her nipples, and presented their ends to the leader, who rose from HIS seat to accept them.  The Giant stood on the other side of the alter from me and bowed to the head of the Order.  He turned and in one of his hands he held a duplicate of the statues’ cock.  In the other he held a long golden lash, with cruel barbs lining its length.  He motioned to a male slave and handed him the phallus.  Immediately the man inserted its length into his rectum and took his place at the woman’s feet on his knees, with her wet  pussy at his face.  He began to rock back on the phallus as he expertly licked the woman.  I could see her take her lower lip in her teeth and begin to bite it as the man increased the pace of his oral attention.  A dark spot appeared on the alter at the junction of her legs and her hips began to gyrate against his face.  Small tugs from the chains attached to her nipples began.  The man ministering to the captive cunt withdrew the phallus from his gaping ass

and inserted the tip against the woman’s  rear hole.  He slowly begin to work its length into her.  At first the woman tried to tuck her hips beneath her to avoid the assault, but a stinging cutting blow from the Giants whip brought speckles of blood to her upper front thighs, and a hard tug on her chains brought her immediate compliance to the invasion.

Droplets of blood scattered themselves along the wall behind the Giant as he drew the whip back.  The slave before the woman began to push the metal stake into her with long hard, strokes.  Humbled, her hips rose and fell to accept her anal punishment.  The whip only occasionally continued to fall across her naked belly, breasts, and thighs, stinging the flesh and raising red welts, but not cutting it.  Faster and harder the metal phallus raped her nether hole.  Wilder and more frantic her hips moved to meet it, urging it deeper, wanting, needing, demanding the pain and pleasure of its thrusts.  Ohhhhhhhhhhh she screamed as her orgasm slammed her tortured body.  As her flesh arched and contracted with the waves of her pleasure, the head of the order jerked hard on the chains, and the Giant brought his whip down with  tremendous force.  The clamps raked her nipples as they sprung into the air, and the whip snapped its harsh voice on the nakedness of her tender cunt’s flesh as she shrieked her joy and release.  For my part, my legs pushed my ass back from the spectacle, stretching the ring fastened to my clit hood until I could feel it as it widened the hole it filled.  I leaned backwards and threw my head back as the chains at my nipples stretched the rings and bells away from my body.  Stretch lines were visible testaments of my effort as they deepened on the sides of my breasts.  OHhhh the pain, the pain, the pain felt sublime.  I smiled under my grimace as I felt the joy of it fill the points of the piercings entrances.  Ohhhhh Goddd, my pussy again released its juices.  All of the women slaves were subjected to the same treatment.  Only their reactions differed, and that only until the crashing orgasms shot thru their tortured flesh.  At that point of ecstasy, I understood that  they were united with the common pain, joy, lust, and pleasure which was the culmination of their torment.  I admired them, and shared the understanding of our needs. 

Then came my turn.  The Giant plucked be from my perch straddled between the Satyr phalluses.  He carried me and laid me gently on the now warmed marble of the alter.  I notice as he did something that had escaped my attention until this time.   A shallow cupped indention in the the alter located at the point where the women’s crotches touched the smooth surface.  From the downward curve of this indention a small channel followed the curvature of the surface and disappeared under the foot of the monolith.  I was placed on the surface in the “normal” manner and secured in the same way as my predecessors.  My chains were still attached to the hook suspended over the center of the alter and I could see the head of the Order as a slave handed him the golden handle of the suspension devise.  The Giant stood at my middle and a make slave approached my feet.  I prepared my body for the onslaught of a savage anal rape by the golden phallus used on the female slaves.  Instead this slave came forward standing,  I could feel as he placed the head of his muscled cock against the opening of my wet pussy.  As he began to thrust into me I could feel the tiny jerks on my chains and the tinkling bells begin their soft song.  The slave fucking me did so with powerful slow strokes, with each deep insertion my body was shoved back over the arch.  A female slave approached my upturned face.  I looked up her body from the level of the crotch into her stunning face and understood.  I opened my mouth and she pushed her swollen sex into my mouth and with her hips begin

to duplicate the tempo used by her male counterpart in my freely flowing pussy.  The song of the bells increased in tempo and kept time with the slaves’ use of me.  I felt another orgasm build as the male slaves cock ring contacted my exposed clit, and I let it wash over me.   Suddenly, I tasted a salty metal taste as the female slave released a stream of urine into my lapping mouth.  I swallowed fast,  letting it fill my mouth and gulping it down.  The slave was pounding my wet cunt and screaming his own orgasm as the golden fluid found a haven in my belly.  His semen thumped into me in spasmodic jerks and when he was finished his cock was replaced by the next male slave.  He walked to my face and I cleaned him while his cohort took his place between my legs and the next female stood behind him awaiting my attention.  Each slave, man and woman took me in the same way.  The males spurtrd their hot sticky jism into my accepting eager pussy, and the women presented their golden fluid for my consumption and discharged it into my needy thirsty mouth.  And the bells, the bells, the bells beat a retreat of their own as the leader of the Order kept time in sync with the brutalization of my body

When the slaves had slaked their passion and needs,  The Giant appeared at the foot of the alter for the first time.  His now hardened cock stood straight and rigid from his purple black crotch, like a log of solid ebony, longer, thicker and slicker than its metal pretenders.   Knotted purple veins bulged along the shaft the bell in his piercing had been removed.  The three chains connecting my piercings tightened and the skin to which they were attached began to ache.  The Giant bowed to the leader and turned his attention to me.  In both of his blue black hands, he lifted is fertile tool and placed at the entrance of my puckered star.  The blood black head of it glistened as he lowered it toward the object it sought.  AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhh   With no hesitation, no lubricant, no preliminaries, he slammed its entire length into me burying it to his Huge gonads.  The hard metal of his cock ring irritated and assaulted the now unrestrictive muscle at my entrance.  The embedded rings were pulled with force as my clit and nipples jerked to a taught attention.  The leader of the Oder was standing now pulling down on the lead with his powerful arms, as the Giant’s massive cock slammed into me.

Ohhhhhhhhh, it HURT!  And my traitor cunt’s juice begin to spill and squirt from me, coating the ebony tree as it invaded me again and again.   Faster, faster,  Harder, please, Harder,  FASTERRR , HAARDERRR, HARDERRR, PLEEESSSSE FFUCCCKK  MMEEEEE OHHH FUCKKK  FUCKKKKK .  The monster cock inside swelled and bucked.  The explosion of my own orgasm was almost insignificant when compared to the fierce pressure of the force of cum forced into the dark depths of my bowels.  Stream after powerful stream of hot, sticky, jism jetted into my ass,I felt as though someone was flushing my insides with a fire hose so powerful were the bursts.  A massive stream of the mucus poured from my ravaged ass and ran down the channel in the alter.  The Giant withdrew his still ejaculating cock and sprayed a thick white stream of it at my exposed clit.  My own squirting juices combined with his spray forming a lewd liquid dance running down the alter.  OHhhhhhh pain, pain in my connecting points as the leader of the Order dangled in the air, his feet off the ground swinging from the end of the leash, grinning, his swollen cock jetting its white fluid over the wall as the audience got to its feet.  Men cocks in hand, women pussies exposed in an orgy of masturbation. Slaves untied my restraints and my body flew into the air above the alter.  I was lifted my my nipples and cunt hood and hovered over the surface of the alter. OhhhhhHHHHH God
DDDD  OhhHHHh  Satyrrrrrrrrrrr   Ohhhhhh MASTERRRRRR!  My cries over the incessant sound of the bells.  The Giant appeared at my head with a large golden chalice propping me up, my back against his hard naked chest.  He tilted my head back on his shoulder with one massive palm placed on my fore head, with the other he held the golden chalice to my lips and as  he slowly turned me 360  degrees, he poured its contents between my waiting lips.  The tastes of the mingled fluids of the evenings sex and abuse was ambrosia to my thirst as I drank the semen, ejaculate, and blood within the cup.  I swallowed it all eagerly and wantonly as the Giant’s grinning face smiled down at me and applause and jets of cum filled the theater.   Sudden release, and the Giant caught me in his powerful arms.  He unhooked my chains from the ceiling hook, then he carried me and stood facing the leader on the other side of the alter.  Two of the male slaves approached.  They turned the statues to face one another as the Giant stepped back , my naked body satiated in his strong arms  Once again he lifted me up.  I realized my fate at that moment.  He turned my body sideways between the two statues.  Phallus at my wet insatiable cunt and phallus at by sore and abused ass, he slammed me down.  OOOOOOHHHHHHH  AHHHHHHHHHHHHH   FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK the metal cocks ripped into my small frame and the curves in them banged together as the embedded themselves into my body.  A crucifixion of sorts as a sacrifice between the Pagan gods.   The slaves gathered around the statues and urged on my the Giant began to push them around the perimeter of the arena, my body impaled between them.  As the rumble of the wheels caused the vibrations in the statues to activate the tinkle of my bells, my body again betrayed my rational mind and I began to fuck myself on the phalluses as I was paraded between them for the entertainment of the crowd.  The applause began slowly, but built in sound, and rapidity as I increased the pace with which I rode the Pagan Gods. OHHHH   OHHHHH  OHHHHHH faster and faster deeper harder as I was led thru the doors exiting the hallway.  OHHHH GoDDDD still bucking against the Metal cocks as we were followed out of the theater by the applauding audience.

Ohhhhh Yesssssss , the painnNNN the pleasure, as the gods were pushed to the entrance of the mansion, the crowd prancing and racing to keep up.   Hands touching me stoking my flesh.  Feeling the points where my flesh was pierced either by the metal cocks or my bell rings, pinches, pats, and slaps rained on my flesh as I pounded my wet abused cunt and ass onto the faux pricks.  Out the front doors we went.  The entire evenings assemblage in celebration of unfettered eroticism.  The Giant took my chains in hand and attached my leash to them as I rested my spent body against the shoulder of the Satyr in front of me.  He attached the leash to the center ring, and lifted me from the statues’ posts.  He held my body high over his head.  He turned it and presented it for the crowd’s appreciation.  I only vaguely recall as what seemed like a shower of gold began to fall and the Giant placed my recumbent body in the back of the limousine.  As I drifted off, my fingers found the ring that joins my chains and I gently began to fondle it as I slept to the sound of tinkling BELLS

Awakenings II The Double Epiphany

The Double Epiphany

(awakening part II)

            After the evening’s events at the bar with Dana, I awoke the next morning, wet and craving the release and satisfaction that she had said she could deliver.  The Wimp had gone out on a call and naked, I wandered around the condo, cleaning up the mess he had left while I was out the previous evening.  The ringing of the phone interrupted my menial tasks and I answered it quickly.

            “K, it’s Dana. Are you busy”  “Oh God no, Dana just cleaning up after the Wimp.  What’s up?”  “You know I said that maybe I could help with your problem”  “Yes, Dana I seem to recall a vivid memory of that”  “Don’t you mean a vibrating memory?”  Dana’s laugh was high and more of a giggle.  “Yes Dana that too.”  My own laughter recalled the vibrator deep in my ass as she turned and walked away the previous night. “OK hon, here’s the deal,” for the next hour Dana laid out her plans for reviving our sex life.  I smiled, laughed, was shocked and embarrassed by the boldness and inventiveness of her plan, and of course, I agreed completely with it.  “The only question hon, is will the Wimp go for it?”  “Oh, if he thinks that there is the remotest chance of sticking his dick in your beautiful pussy Dana; he’ll be there for sure,” I grinned as we said goodbye, thinking of the look on the Wimp’s face when I put the plan into effect.

            W and I were married our senior year of college.  The only child of a wealthy family, he and I had come to LA to pursue or dreams of stardom, subsidized by his parents who had purchased a condominium for us on the west side.  With his rugged good looks, black hair, cold blue eyes, buff body, and chiseled features, the camera loved him!   Dana’s condo was located in the same complex, and proximity, ambition, mutual desires, goals and her beauty had made us fast friends.  Her tall thin, tight, bronzed body with her light red hair and green eyes had caught the Wimp’s wandering eye.  He openly flirted with her in my presence and she had always rebuffed his advances, kindling his desire for her.  (She was Nicole Kidman with tits!). 

            I heard the door as W returned, a frown creased his features.  “Hi baby, glad you’re home.  Oh honey, what’s wrong” I asked noticing is dejected look.  “I BLEW IT!  DAMN IT! “  He stormed in and plopped on the couch.  “I just couldn’t get my head around it.  The words caught in my throat.  I felt and looked stupid and incompetent.”  “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”  I nestled my naked body beside him and stroked his cheeks with my fingers.  He turned to me and as if noticing for the first time said, “You’re still not dressed, for Christ sake K, its 2:00 in the afternoon.”  I was surprised by his anger but continued to softly try to alter his mood.  “Oh baby, I just wanted to be ready for you in case you needed some physical comfort.”  He abruptly rose and made a dash for the kitchen.  I heard the beer can’s fizzy pop as he retrieved his favorite beverage.  “I’m just not in the mood for foolishness now K”  “Foolishness?  I responded.  “You think my body and my need for you is foolish?”  “No honey, no, I didn’t mean it like that.  I just need a little time to cool off”  He resumed his position on the couch.  “Tell you what babe, I’m going over to Dana’s while you calm down.  I’ll call you from there.”  I dressed quickly in shorts and a halter top only and flounced from the condo, angrily slamming the door and made my way to Dana’s condo.

The tears had started flowing as I rang her bell.  “Hey darling.’ what’s wrong?”

Dana’s smiling face looked down into my tear stained one.  “Oh Dana, things are terribly wrong between me and W”  “But honey, you were so happy when we were planning your coming out party on the phone”  “Dana, W doesn’t want me.  He rejects my overtures and doesn’t respond to me!”  “Don’t worry so much honey.  Leave it to auntie Dana.”  With that she closed the door with a smile and led me into her spacious living room. 

There seated in one of the comfortable twin winged chairs was one of the most striking creatures I had ever seen.  She was very young, with long black curly hair framing a heart shaped face, with bright green eyes, a full pouty mouth, and straight white teeth which accented the radiant smile on her beautiful face.  “K, I want you to meet my niece Bridgett.  Bridgett’s down visiting me from Seattle.  She just graduated from high school and I invited my favorite niece to come down and celebrate with me.”  Bridgett un-tucked her long legs from beneath her and rose from her nest in the oversized chair.  She was tall like Dana, 5’ 6” or more and she was dressed in light green high heels, with mint shimmering stockings hugging her long legs.  A thong panty of the same hue covered her sex.  A matching garter belt and a lacy teddy completed the outfit.  She extended a pale hand.  “Hi K.” Her smile broadening as she said it.  “Auntie Dana has told me so much about you.”  “Well Bridgett, your auntie Dana has kept you a well kept secret from me” I replied looking quizzically into Dana’s face. “Oh K dear, I’ve been keeping her as a surprise.  Look, why don’t you two get acquainted?  I need to change and roll us a joint or two.”  With that Dana exited and left us watching in her wake. 

“Moscow Mule K?”  Bridgett was already on her way to the kitchen as I replied “Sure, why not”.   As Bridgett put the ice, vodka and ginger beer concoction in a traditional brass mug and as she cut the limes began to talk.  “Auntie Dana, is my most favorite person in the whole world” she said.  “Yes” I agreed.  “She is quite an extraordinary woman.”  “Oh K she’s more than that she’s my savior and role model!”  “Go on Bridgett tell me.  I’m quite curious to know about you, you’re auntie Dana and your relationship” 

We walked back into the living room with drinks in hand and plotzed on the couch.  Bridgett, tucked her long legs under her on one end and turned to face me.  “Dana, and I are only 6 years apart and we grew up together.  By together I mean in Seattle.  She was always my protector whether it was from my parents or anyone else.  We were fast friends and I looked up to her.  When she left for college I was heartbroken, but she would spend the summers with me and we would talk about all sorts of things.  She told me about losing her virginity.  She showed me the glory of my body.  She tutored me in the art of seduction, and when she met Paul, she told me everything about her arrangement with him.  I was and am fascinated by it.  She told me when I was ready she would introduce me to him and to the lifestyle that brings her so much joy.  So, here I am, just turned 18, no longer a virginal little girl but a fully grown woman here to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh under the mentorship of my aunt Dana.”  She laughed  in the most delightful, innocent, and sexy way.  “Well Bridgett, if your aunt is the woman I think she is you couldn’t be in better hands.”  I smiled back at her and lifted the drink to my lips.

“Hey girls, want to fire one up?”  Dana reappeared.  She had undergone such a transformation.  She was dressed in an identical light pink version of  the sexy lingerie Bridgett wore.  Her hair was combed and hung down her naked back.  Her makeup perfect, and the diamond choker added just the right touch of bling to her presence.  She lit the joint and passed it to me.  “Tonight is going to be VERY special K.”  “Well, you’re both certainly dressed for it.  I feel like a frog in a room of princesses.”  I was so aware of my disheveled appearance, I began to feel inadequate.  “Oh don’t worry so much.  I’ve never seen anyone who has so little self esteem.  Baby, let auntie Dana take care of you.”  And with that she took my hand and led me to her sumptuous  bathroom.

“Get in the shower you silly little cunt.”  Dana commanded me and I obeyed, stripping the shorts and halter top from me I climbed in as she turned the water on and tested the temperature.  “Now, don’t take long.  I’ll be back when you finish”  Offering me the joint with her lacquered nails, I took a toke and stepped under the stinging spray.  “Call me when you’re ready!”  She closed the door in a cloud of expunged smoke. 

I didn’t take long in the shower, I had had one that morning, but the spray felt so good on my skin that I could not help but remove the shower spray from its cradle and turn it to my tingling clit.  The water frothed forth from the head of the nozzle as I held it against my sex and allowed it to do its magic.  My frustration with W from before was forgotten as I felt the tingling spray dancing on my button.  I had to steady myself with one hand as it brought forth the relief I had been denied earlier.  OHHHHH I moaned as the magic of the dancing water urged me to produce a flow of my own as my climax erupted.

My reverie was cut short when the door banged open.  “Why you filthy little slut, can’t I leave you alone for a minute without you playing with your nasty holes?”  Dana, standing there looking for all the world like a $10,000 a night hooker, howled at my shocked reaction.  I had dropped the shower head, crossed my legs and covered my breasts at the intrusion.  We both burst out laughing until tears started running our faces.  “Get the fuck out of my shower right now bitch.  Dry that wet body, although I don’t think that will last for long. I know how wet you stay.”  Dana threw a bath sheet in my direction and I began the prescribed process.  Draws were opened.  I heard the clink of bottles and the thuds of something as I dried my hair.  When I looked up Dana had placed a small stool in front of the vanity.  “Sit here honey, while auntie Dana works her magic.”  I sat facing the three way mirror.  She took a blow dryer and brush to my auburn hair and brushed and dried it so that it was a shimmering liquid river running down my naked back.  She then came around in front of me and began to work with my clean face.  She applied a very subtle base and proceeded to darken my eyebrows, and lashes.  She shadowed my eye lids in pale blue.  With a soft brush she brushed just the slightest hint of blush to my cheek bones, and a fire engine red gloss to my lips.  She separated my toes with cotton balls and painted their nails with the same hue as my lips and did the same to my long natural finger nails.  A touch of rouge to my hard nipples, completed this phase of her preparation.

She powdered my body with Chanel dusting powder and dabbed the perfume on my neck, between my breasts and my inner thighs.  As she lifted my hand for me to arise, she gave my pubic area a swift brush with back of her hand.  Damn, why can’t my pussy stay dry?  I felt the moisture in my slit, contained by the outer lips of my insatiable cunt. 

            Dana led me to her bedroom.  A king sized bed was the central focal point, and I could not help a slight smile and knowing glance noticing that the ceiling above was mirrored.  Of course, what did I expect!  We entered a walk in closet lined with oak, a leather covered bench and a small square box were positioned in front of a stand up three way mirror at the far end of the closet.  On either side, were row after row of beautiful dresses, gowns, robes, coats, all by the finest makers.  The array culminated in matching oak drawers on either side.  Six drawers on either side, and Dana led me to the mirror.  “Ok kid, now for the window dressing.  Damn, you have such tiny feet!”  She the front of an oak paneled section of wall, revealing a shoe collection that would have made Mrs. Marcos wince.  “Let’s see what I have that may fit, size 5 right.”  She nailed it on the first try as she scrambled in the closet.  “I hope I have something.  Oh yes perfect,” and she emerged with a pair of powder blue, high heeled, sandals, with satin laces.  She dipped into one of the drawers and withdrew a pair of silvery light blue stockings.  She turned and withdrew a garter belt, thong, and teddy of the same powder blue.  “Put these on honey.”  She tossed the ensemble in my general direction.  “I’ll see you in the living room,” and with that left me to dress.

            Thank God for adjustable straps.  I dressed quickly, not daring to glance in the mirror as I fitted myself into the costume.  I finished with the high heel sandals and balanced myself as I turned toward it.  Before me stood a vision dressed in powder blue.  I was the blue to the green and pink of Dana and Bridgett.

            I strode back to the living room with new found confidence and a feeling of power.  Dana’s hand went to her mouth and a slight gasp issued from Bridgett’s full lips.  “Why Miss Jones, you’re beautiful without your glasses.”  Dana teased me and elicited a slight blush.  Bridgett came to me and gave me a sweet hug.  “You look gorgeous,” she whispered into my ear.

            The sound of the doorbell made us all jump and squeal.  “Well girls, it looks as though the evening’s events are about to begin.  We’re here to have fun, so let’s make the most of it ladies,” and she left to answer the persistent summons.

            Bridgett and I looked at each other and uttered the most childish of giggles.  No sooner than they had escaped our lips, Dana entered, a tall, tanned well built man with a shock of silver hair in tow.  “Ladies, this is P.  P this is B,” Bridgett stepped forward, “and K.”  I reached out with my hand and P raised it to his lips and looking straight at me with his piercing blue eyes, “Enchanted,” he said as he kissed the back of it. 

            “May I get you a drink P?  A smoke perhaps?  Anything you would like at the moment?  Dana’s obsequiousness was palatable.  “Vodka martini, up, very dry, two olives,” was his immediate response.  Bridgett’s lithe body snapped to attention.  She gave him a proper military salute.  “Yes SIR,” she replied and did a perfectly executed about face and marched to the kitchen.  “So Dana,” P began as the led her to the couch as I tagged along behind.  “I understand you have something special planned for our little group tonight.”  I positioned myself at his other side on the couch leaning into him duplicating Dana’s actions.  “Is that right?”  “VERY special P,” she replied, playing with a strand of his silver locks.  “On the table, you will find, pink, green, and blue ribbons.  When you, Harold, Pat or Fred desire one of us this evening, you are to tie the appropriate color to you wrist to let us know which of us you want to use, no more than three of the same color at once please.  You did invite Louis didn’t you?”   “Ha, delightful Dana,” he guffawed, “and yes Louis will be here.” 

            Bridgett bowed from the waist revealing her full breasts to his gaze as she presented his drink balanced on a sliver tray.  “Wonderful, delightful, wicked, you naughty girl,” P stood drink in hand and made his way to the table.  “Get comfy first baby.  There are robes for all the men hanging in the master bath.”  Dana placed a small delicate hand in the hollow of his back and urged him from the room.  As he left I noticed the small piece of blue ribbon clenched in his fist.

ME, he had chosen ME!

            A wicked smile crossed Dana’s lips as she turned to us.  “Ladies, you heard the rules.  Tonight is to be a ‘no holes barred’ fuck fest orgy, and we are the entertainment!”  She squealed in delight as she threw her hands over her head and danced around us.  Her enthusiasm was contagious and soon we were all dancing around, hands on each others shoulders, bouncing, laughing, delighted to be “delightful”. 

            “Oh God Dana, are you for real?”  I hoped that the answer was yes.  “He chose you baby.  He wants to fuck your nasty little cunt.  Give him a few minutes then go to him in the master bath.”  “You’re fucking kidding me right?”  The idea of me having the will and the fortitude to offer myself to a stranger and his expectation of it, shocked me, although my traitor cunt’s wetness overrode the mental objections.  “No K I’m not kidding you.  We talked about this.  Now do you want my help or not?”   “Yes Dana, I want your help and thank you!”  She picked up the phone and began to dial.  “You’re welcome slut.  Now, go and get what you’ve been craving, needing and asking for.  What’s keeping you?  She asked as she waited for a reply to her call.  “NOTHING,” I squealed as I turned toward the hallway,“ nothing, nothing, nothing at all!”

            I could barely keep from skipping as I advanced toward the master bath.  I knocked softly at the door.  “Yes?’  P’s voice echoed from the bath.  “P?”  I cracked the door open and peeked in.  “Well K, come on in.  I’m almost done here.”  He was freshly showered and smelled of the lavender soap.  My eyes followed down his well muscled torso as he dried his sculpted body.  The sight of his semi ridged cock made me lick my lips in anticipation.  It hung between his thighs, and even in that semi aroused state, it was by far the largest, thickest, cock I had ever seen.  I turned to shut the door.  “Don’t shut it.  The damn steam has fogged the mirrors.”  He fastened the towel around his waist and turned to the mirror and combed his metal hair.  Leaving the door open, I caught a glimpse of my supple body in the rapidly clearing mirror and thought “who is this girl”.  “Could you help me with this?”  He turned to me and between his fingertips there rested a strip of powder blue ribbon.  “Oh yes, P I think I can help you with that.”  I advanced to him and took the ribbon from his fingers, wrapped it around his wrist and tied it in a neat bow.  I raised my face to look up at him as he cupped it in his gentle hands and drew it in, beginning a soft slow kiss of my crimson lips.

My body melted against his as the kiss grew in passion.  My hand brushed the front of his towel wrapped loins and I felt the growing desire hidden beneath.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close, the kiss deeper and more passionate, as the towel dropped to the floor.  My own arms dropped to my sides, and my right searched for his hardening cock.  I took it in my fingers and ran gentle strokes along the thickening manhood.  His fingers hooked in the sides of the thong and I was aware the impending dampness in my slit as it slipped around my sandaled feet.   I kicked it free as P’s fingers replaced the delicate fabric.  I was faintly aware of door chimes, and muffled voices in the distance, as P placed one then a second finger between the outer lips of my now very wet pussy.  His cock grew ever bigger, harder, longer.  I could not reach around it with the fingers of my one hand, so I dropped the other to join its sister.  We pulled, stroked and prodded each other, heightening the desire soon to be full filled.

            I dropped to my stocking covered knees before him.  With both manicured hands I lifted its fullness to my wet lips.  My mouth stretched wide to accept the engorged purple head and it stretched my lips to their fullest as I gulped it into my wonton mouth.  A gasp issued from P’s lips as I ran my tongue over the sensitive helmet of his enormous erection.  I withdrew my lips and spat on the thick, hard, heavily veined shaft, and took it back into me as I stroked the slickness along its length.  “My K, Dana told me that you could use a good fucking, but I had no idea that you were so starved for cock.”  He pulled my face from his crotch, looked into my eyes, and with a smile lifted my small frame and sat it on the counter before him.  I could see my reflection’s reflection in the mirrored wall and those mounted on the counter back, as P placed the massive head of his cock against my now flowing cunt.  He lifted my legs in the crook of his powerful forearms and nestled my bent knees into the folds of his elbows.    He slowly and deliberately entered my thirsty cunt, pushing his glowing member ever deeper into the desperate crevice.  He pulled out and began to fuck my full, wet pussy with long and gentle strokes.  Ever deeper he plunged into its depth, opening me, grinding his cock into me with circular motions.  I had never been so full.  I looked down and saw as he pushed it into my overly full cunt and it expanded to take the full length of him.  I saw his balls as they gently touched the puckered opening of my ass.  I put my arms around his neck grinding my hips forward to meet his increasing desire.   Looking into his eyes I begged him “OH GOD P. FUCK ME, FUCK MY SLUTTY CUNT PLEASEEE FUCK ME FUCK ME HARDER.  The lust reflected there was the encouragement he needed.  He began to saw in and out of my whorishly expanded cunt with HARD FAST strokes, pounding into me.  My body was tensing with the oncoming of the first contractions preceding my orgasm.

            “WHAT THE……” a familiar voice shouted from the door.  “OH GODDD YESSS PPPPP FUCK MMMEEE FUCKMMMEEEE FUCKMMMMMMEEEEE!!!!  My cunt spurted its juices over our locked genitals as it erupted, covering P’s thighs with the moisture as he continued his assault on my flowering cunt. 

            My flushed, passion filled face turned to the door.  There in the doorway  with his hand nestled in Dana’s was the Wimp.  I struggled to right myself, trying to get my knees from the comfortable saddle of P’s arms.  Oh goddamn!  Once again I looked to W.  His gaze had gone from its resting place at the sight of my wet cunt being abused by the massive tool, and as he looked at P an astonished recognition crossed it.  “Come on W,” Dana urged as she wrapped her arm around his.  “W was looking for his wife P.”  “Well, I sure hope he finds her,” was the reply as P lowered his head to watch his long cock being devoured by my sopping pussy.   “Just did P,” Dana’s voice betrayed her amusement.  P’s head popped up. “You mean this hot, nasty little bitch is your wife?  Congratulations man, she’s a GREAT FUCK, grinned P.  “Come on W.  Come with Dana.  She’ll make everything nice” and with an embarrassed tuck of his head, my husband was led away by the statuesque red head.  

            “OH FUCK!”  My hand went to my forehead and my head dropped forward.  Even in this humiliated state, I watched as P’s cock fucked me.  Oh, it felt so good.  “Is something wrong K?”  P paused, he lifted my chin and looked into my eyes.  I threw my arms around his neck.  I hugged his body close as he lifted me off the counter, still pinned between my legs by his hard cock and supported by his arms.  Held by him I forced my engorged wet pussy down on it hard, again and again until he was bouncing my small body along the length of it.  I felt it stiffen and swell and the relief as it spilled its contents in me.  P threw his head back.  “OH GODDD DAMNNNNN!  OH GODDAMNNNN!  JESUSS MARY AND JOSEPH!!!  Paul cried out as his seed gushed out of his reddened cock and into my waiting cunt.  Spent, he sat me gently down on the sink top counter once more.   His cock slid from my cunt, the last drops of cum clinging to its head.  I jumped off the counter and caught them on my tongue and smiling up  at P began to lick his cum covered prick.  I tongued and licked the entire shaft, and then his fuzz covered ball sac.  I took his flaccid dick in my hand and lifted it and tongued his rosebud asshole.  And when I had it all clean, and could feel gentle stirrings return to his manhood, I stood before him and kissed his confused face.

            I douched in one sink as P washed himself at the other.   We looked at each other as we washed the residue of our combined spunk from our flesh, and flashed a knowing and mutually satisfied smile of contentment.  I adjusted my garments and put the satin thong in the proper place as P wrapped himself in a fluffy white bathrobe.  He took my hand and we happily left the room.

            The sight that met my eyes when we returned to the living room was a wonderful one indeed.  There on her knees on the coffee table, knelt the innocent looking Bridgett, looking NOT so innocent.  Her body rocked between the cock in her mouth and the other driving into her pussy.  She had shed only her green thong to allow for access.  Otherwise, she was dressed.  The wrists of the naked men fucking her bore her emerald standard.   Similarly attired, Dana was sucking the cock of a large man sitting in one of the wing backed chairs a pink ribbon encircling his wrist.  As she blew him her ass formed a lovely moon to the view of the Wimp and a W look alike sitting on the couch, slacked jawed Adonis bookends. 

            “Pat, Fred, I’d like you to meet K, a great and attentive fuck”  Pat never stopped the relentless pounding of Bridgett’s young juicy hole, but looked at me with a idiotic grin and his attention went back to that brain that was doing the most work.  Fred looked at me with a mischievous grin and pulled from his mouth a powder blue ribbon.  “Hi K, didn’t know what you looked like but blue is my favorite color”  I glimpsed my husband’s eyes flash with a bright flicker of interest at the prospect of watching another stranger enjoy his wife, after all he had requested that we “spice it up” and I suppose that Dana had been instrumental in his change of attitude.   “Hey Harold, meet K.”  A wave issued from the pink braceleted wrist as it was lifted in order to place the attached hand on the back of Dana’s head.

            W rose from the couch and approached me.  He took my hand.  “Could I talk to you for a second?”  “Sure baby!”  I let him lead me to the master bedroom,  As we walked I noticed the pink and green ribbons on his wrist, and risked a sly knowing smile.  “Do you know who you’re fucking?  That man is one of the richest, most powerful men on this planet.  What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”  “Don’t give me that bullshit W.  You’re the one who said to ‘spice it up’.  And if what you say is true you should consider yourself lucky he thinks I’m a great fuck!  Besides lover, what’s that dangling from your wrist?”   We stood toe to toe, if not quite eye to eye, and glared at one another.  I broke first as a pent up laugh escaped me.  He briefly looked shocked and then his laughter greeted my own.  “Isn’t this what you wanted baby; to see your little wifey fucking and sucking and whoring herself out.  To be able to fuck Dana’s hot little pussy, not to mention sampling her sweet High School girl niece.   Does she suck a good cock baby?  Really W, both at the same time?  Oh honey, if you’re not having any fun we can always leave.”  Backing away waving his hands in front on him, “Alright, alright, you’re right.  I did and do want this.  I think it will be good for our marriage.”  A snort greeted that remark  “Marriage, you think it will be good for our marriage?  Don’t bullshit me W.  This is just about the permission to have sex with other people, and I for one think it’s a good idea.”    He smiled sheepishly and said, “I did say you were right.  So, you want to go back out there and do some fucking?”  “You bet I do!”  I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the living room at a dead run.

            W went immediately to the table.  I saw him take another green and another pink ribbon.  “Hey Dana, what are the black ribbons for?”  “Never you mind honey, those are not for you, or maybe they are,” came the sparkling reply.  The doorbell rang once again, and Dana rose from Harold’s lap to answer it, wiping the cum from her full mouth.

            “Mark, Lee, how nice that you both could come,” Dana greeted the newcomers and provided them with instructions and refreshments.  As she did, W tied the green ribbon around his wrist and took Fred’s place at Bridgett’s full lips.  He gave me a little smile as she took him into her mouth.  For my part, Fred approached with the little blue ribbon attached to his wrist.

            He sat on the overstuffed couch and pulled me across his knees.  “I hear that you are a very naughty girl.”  His bare hand smacked down hard across the white flesh of my ass.  “OH GOD YES,  I am a VERY naughty girl.  Please Fred may I have another,” and with that Fred gave my ass ten stinging blows from his slender hand, leaving my rear cheeks a lovely shade of pink, contrasting to the blue of my outfit.   “OH YESSS”, I followed each blow with a voiced desire for more stinging pain.  My cunt began to dampen and wet the lead on the thong that had crept between the outer folds of my insatiable organ.

            Fred’s fingers began to explore my back passage and I reached back and spread my pinked cheeks as he placed the wet forefingers of each of his hands into the puckered orifice and began to pull and wiggle, and insert them deeper.  I hung my head over his lap and moaned my compliance in a low slutty voice.  “You want that Fred?  Do you want to fuck my little asshole baby?”  His spit fell on the probing fingers.  “It’s all for you baby.  YES, play with your fuck hole.  Get it nice and wet for your hard stiff cock baby.”  I could feel Fred’s prick as it rose against my belly and I reached beneath me and stroked its soft/ hard flesh while he toyed with my hungry asshole.

            Mark and Lee, the newcomers had changed and were back with us.  They had taken places at my head and feet.  As I glanced up, I noticed that they both wore blue ribbons on their wrists.  What had Dana said, “only three per girl at a given time?”  Well, it was time, and I was going to be given to three guys at the same time!

            Lee pulled the thong from my upturned hips.  Fred allowed me to rise from his lap.  He took me by my hips and positioned my dark rear passage over his stiff cock, facing out to the room.  I reached behind me and placed the head of Fred’s urgent pole against my puckered opening and lowered myself.  OHHH I felt the slight bit of pain as it penetrated my backside.  I used my legs to rise and fall, rise and fall, again and again, as I worked its length inside of me.  Finally, I was sitting firmly in his lap, his hard cock buried to the balls in side my tight rectum.   I placed my feet on the couch cushion either side of this thighs and began to rock and bounce on the stiff shaft invading my slutty ass.

            Fred opened his legs wide and pulled me back so that my body rested against his chest, his large stiff prick in my ass and my wet throbbing pussy wide and exposed to the room as he rocked his cock in and out of me.  Lee appeared in front of us and began to run his now hard manhood over the entrance to my gaping wet pussy.  He thrust into me Hard!  OHHH GODDDD the friction of the two cocks inside of me separated only by thin membranes was exquisite.  My head fell back on Fred’s shoulder as he and Lee established an alternating rhythm as they fucked both my hot, juicy, wanton holes.

            “OHHH YESSS FRED!!!!! FUCK MEEEE FUCK MY FILTHY WHORE ASSSSSS.  GODDD YESSSS FUCK MY SLOPPY WET PUSSY LEEEE OOHHHH.”  My head thrown back over Fred’s shoulder resting on the back of the couch, my legs forcing my holes harder and harder onto the invading cocks, it felt soooooooooo goooooood!!!

            I glanced over to see W now fucking Bridgett’s cunt from behind, but Louis was behind him!  He had one arm over W’s shoulder and with the other cupped his balls as he slammed his stiff hot cock into Bridgett.  Louis and W looked at each other and kissed, their tongues intertwining as Bridgett rocket her luscious pussy back to meet W’s increasingly hard and rapid thrusts.

            Mark stepped onto the couch and with one foot on the cushions and the other over Fred’s other shoulder, he eased his cock into my mouth stifling my screams of ecstasy.  I took it and my wet mouth swallowed its length.  He took my head and cradled it in both hands as he fucked my hot throat.

            Cocks, cocks, cocks sliding in and out of all my hungry wet, sloppy, whorish, holes.  OHHH GODDD I WAS FILLED WITH HARD DEMANDING THRUSTING COCK.  My body began to spasm and jerk,  The drool ran from my face as I gagged on the cock raping my throat,  My pussy clenched and as it did sent duplicate spasms to my nether hole.  I felt the cocks in my holes as the blood pulsed through them, begin to expand.  OHHHHH FUCCKKKKK my juices flew from my cunt, coating the juncture of brutal lunging with its warm fluid.

            “OH FUCKKKK,” Fred cried as his hot cum fountained into my backside. “FUCCCKKKKK,” echoed Lee as his pulsing cock sent wads of cum into my sopping cunt.  “TRIPLE FUCKKKKKK,” Mark’s salty fluid gushed into my wet mouth.   “OHHHHHH HEAVENN,” my thoughts as I felt the power of the spurting hard cocks filling my cavities.  I swallowed.  I squirmed,   I bounced, my body a hurricane of movement as they spilled their hot loads into me.

            Tasty cum ran from the sides of my mouth, Mark caught them in his fingers, and after I cleaned his softening cock he fed it to me and I licked his fingers clean of his spunk.  Fred and Lee’s cocks slid from my well fucked holes and I dropped to my knees and licked all the fluids from their dripping pricks.  I put my hand between my legs to catch the gush of mixed juices that issued from them in a milky stream, and when my palm was brimming, brought it to my red lips and drank greedily the salty, sweet juice, licking my palm until I could no longer taste the slightest hint of the elixir.  oHHHH HEAVENN!   The men stood in a circle around me and I gave each of their spent members a final rest in my warm mouth, a final suck of the last drops they had to offer, a gentle kiss on the head of each one, and a smile from my upturned lascivious face.

            “Dana!  Where did you ever find such an exquisite creature.”  Mark asked, and all three heads turned to where Dana was sitting on P’s lap while casually stroking Pat’s hardening cock.  She gave me a mischievous smile and a wink as she replied, “Why boys, she’s W’s wife, but we just call her ‘The Whore Next Door’” The laugh from her burst forth and was followed my the laughter of the three men surrounding me.  I could not help but scream in delight at my new sobriquet. 

            Meanwhile, W’s efforts with Bridgett were coming to their natural conclusion.  I saw him buck wildly into her, his hands forcing her back into his thrusts as, from behind him Louis, pinched his small brown nipples, and pressed his own upright cock against the crack of W’s ass cheeks.  With a guttural roar, W spewed his sticky cum deep into Bridgett’s hot little pussy.  Deeply embedded in her from behind Louis gave his balls a gentle squeeze as they emptied into the beautiful cunt offered to their vision.  Harold stood to one side and watched in amusement.

            I went to the kitchen, to get a little liquid courage.  P entered as I was fetching a glass from the cupboard.  “K, you put on quite and erotic and dazzling spectacle out there just now.”  I looked into his handsome, tanned face and grinned.  “Thanks P, Oh wow, that’s a first for me!”  I raised the empty glass the unspoken offer given.  “Just some water for me K.  I have a touch of dry mouth”  P smiled at me as he helped himself to a glass.  “First, three way, first time with a group, or first time with hubby,” P posed the triple question?  “Two of three right P,” I responded.  “I did have group experiences in High School but, never three cocks filling all my holes at the same time!  Oh God P, they came so hard!” I giggled as I filled his glass with clear fresh iced water.  I poured a splash of vodka over some ice, and added a little cranberry juice, a splash of soda and a twist of lime into mine.  “Listen K,” P began.  “Dana clued me in to the problems that you and W are having with your marriage.”  A feeling of shame overcame me at the knowledge that Dana had shared my deepest feelings with this man.  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of K.”  The gentleness of his voice gave me the reassurance that I needed and desired.  “Oh P, I never knew that I could cum so hard or be so overwhelmed with animalistic desire.  I never thought that I could be so wanton and salacious in front of other people.  I am shocked by this, but I know that deep within me I need MORE, MORE of everything, MORE cocks, MORE orgasms, MORE pain, MORE humiliation, MORE P, more of every depraved, disgusting, filthy, nasty, sexual deviation that you could possibly imagine.  Oh P, I don’t know what’s happening to be.  I feel like I’m just being born, a new wild, hungry, thirsting, demon thirsting to slake its sexual thirst on humanity.”  With the earnestness of my revelation, I felt newly defined.  An epiphany had occurred within.  I knew, I knew then that I would do anything, say anything, endure anything to full fill a destiny of total depravity, and the dawn of a new being. I knew that I would never go back to the way things had been for me before this evening.  I also knew that I probably sounded like an amusing raving lunatic.  I looked into P’s face.  A furrowed brow and a look not of amusement, but of concern and tenderness graced his handsome face.  With a low and serious voice he replied.  “K, I have a world wide experience in the sexual depravities of men, women, and groups, spanning many years.  I have never in all my travels and debauchery seen a woman as openly sexual as you.  When you came under the  mountain of flesh that was mounting you, you’re cries of joy echoed in heaven.  I mean it K, you are a rare, exquisite, jewel, who should be valued, protected, and polished and displayed to an astonished world.”  He took my arm and led me back to the living room.

            W was seated in one of the winged backed chairs.  Straddling his face, Dana’s trimmed cunt was receiving the benefits of his talented tongue while she sucked Louis’ turgid member with noisy slurping sounds.  Bridgett’s talented mouth played a tune on his fleshy flute, while Harold’s massive cock slammed into her tight ass.  Fred, Mark & Lee had adjourned to the bath or the kitchen.

            P led me to the couch and sat me on his lap as we sipped our beverages and watched the spectacle before us.  Louis gasped and erupted his load of sticky cum into Dana’s waiting mouth.  She looked over her shoulder at P and me, made a show of his deposit and climbed off of W’s face.  Then she lowered her cum filled mouth to his, grabbing his jaw and opening it wide as she dripped the cum down his throat before covering his lips with a passionate kiss.

            I saw his eyes widen as he tasted the surprise deposit, but he did not pull away from the seductive kiss and I saw his cock swell between Bridgett’s talented lips.  Dana released her lips from W’s and smiled down at his surprised face.  “A gift for you, from Louis and me,” she patted his cheek and walked hand in hand with Louis to the dining table.  There I noticed that they tied a black ribbon on each other’s wrist and as Dana came to P and me on the couch she carried two more ribbons of the same hue.  She smiled sweetly and tied one to each of our wrists.  “Dana, are we expecting someone else,” I asked.  “No sweetheart our someone else is already here,” and she nodded in the direction of W, whose head was thrown back as his cock shot its nourishment into Bridgett’s waiting wet mouth.  The ejaculate of Harold’s cock could be seen oozing from her open ass, as he came as well.  “OH my God,” W placed his hands on Bridgett’s head as she continued to suck the last vestige of cum from his softening cock.  “You can say that again young man,” was Harold’s subdued response.

            Dana arose from her place beside us, and went quickly to the sideboard in the dining room.  From the top drawer she extracted eight black blindfolds.  As Fred, Mark and Lee re-entered the room, she came bounding into the center of the living room.  “OK, last game everyone”, she squealed waving the blindfolds above her head.  “Blind Man’s Bluff,  I am going to blindfold all the men and lead them to a task.  Without looking you must submit to the task you are assigned or….” and with this she produced a wicked looking leather paddle, “you will be punished”.  Her attempt at a wicked grin was met with laughter and applause from the gathering, as she attached the black binders to each man’s face in turn.

            “Dana,” P roared, “You are the most perverted, wicked and inventive little wench”.  “Oh P, you have NO idea,” she replied as she blindfolded him.  She then set about her work.

            She guided Pat onto his back in the center of the room and had him lay flat on the carpeted floor.  Next she placed Bridgett’s wet cunt over his stiff cock straddling it just so that its head rested against her opening.  She leaned Bridgett forward so that she straddled Pat’s supine body on all fours.  Then Mark was made to kneel at Pat’s head, his rigid member sticking straight out, crying for the attention it was soon to receive.  Lee was next placed on his knees behind the group with his cock reverently positioned at Bridgett’s already cum filled ass.

            “No one is to start until I say go,” Dana ordered.  I giggled at the sight of the three men, blinded and touching Bridgett’s body, feeling their place and trying to understand what was expected of them.  They all had large grins, matching Bridgett’s as they used their tactile senses to explore the situation.

            Dana then came to P.  She turned me to face him astraddle his lap and lifted his 10” cock and placed it against the damp folds of my well stretched cunt.  She then led Fred to the back of the couch and plopped his semi erect cock on it in front of my face.

            She looked down at me and stroked my hair.  She bent and whispered into my ear.  “Get ready K.  This is the moment that will change your life forever.”  She kissed my cheek and ran to the kitchen, leaving Louis and W blindfolded and without an assigned task.

            Dana returned in a flash and she was wearing a new addition.  Strapped to her hips was a pink leather harness and from it protruded a 7” latex dildo of the same color.  She was lubricating it as she strode back into the room.  “Almost ready guys,” she chirped. 

            She positioned W on all fours in front of the juncture where P’s huge cock stood ready to plunge its hot length into my wet cunt.  She positioned herself at his puckered ass and knelt Louis beside her and Harold was on his knees behind Dana, his cock at the exposed naked, tight ring of her waiting ass.

            “5,4,3,2,1, GO!”  And as she uttered the countdown the room immediately began its frantic action.

            P’s cock slammed into me as I took Fred’s cock into my mouth.  Ohh myyyy his large organ slipped into my hungry cunt all the way to its hilt and as I bounced on it Fred’s cock stiffened and hardened in my wet mouth.

            Bridgett was immediately impaled on the three cocks assigned to ravage and please her young body.

            A loud crack sounded on W’s ass as his face was driven into the pumping cock and balls of P’s thrusts into my wet pussy.  “Lick W, stick out your tongue and lick.”  I saw W’s long pink tongue leap from his lips to obey just as Dana, slowly and deliberately pushed the pink dildo past his sphincter.  A slight moan issued from his busy mouth as it slid deeper and deeper into him until its pink length was no longer visible, as I gazed with sidelong glances at the entrance.

            Louis was then pulled to his knees and Dana sucked him as she began to fuck W’s ass in long smooth gentle strokes with her pink weapon and Harold’s beer can cock entered her framed rosebud.

            The pace of the fuck fest grew faster and more frantic as all the parties pursued the tasks that Dana had assigned.  Bridgett’s small frame was the center of a triangle of hard pounding cocks.  She rocked back and forth wildly as the triple penetration accelerated, slamming and pounding her air tight body.

            Fred pushed his slick member in and out of my gulping mouth as I rode P’s monster cock, feeling the lapping tongue of W urgently and franticly licking at the combined flesh of our fucking.  As Harold’s cock demanded more and more of Dana’s rear passage in ever hardening and swift strokes, the pace and intensity of the pink dildo increased its persistent assault on W’s now gaping ass, and her mouth gobbled Louis’ stiffness hungrily. 

            The musky smell of wet sex filled the room along with the combined exclamations of the participants.  OHHH GODD, OHHH MYYY,  OHHH FUCKKK, DANMMM, our screams made me glad that the condos were well insulated and soundproofed, as our group built to a collective orgasm.

            I heard the groans of their release as the three men fucking the toy called Bridgett released their spunk into her sweat covered body, and her screams of pleasure as the juices washed her moist and wanton passages.

            Dana’s cruel tool was withdrawn with a plop and she expunged Louis’ hard cock from her mouth placing it in the gaping hole it had previously occupied.  A smile crossed his lips as his swelling cock emptied its hot load into my husband’s willing ass.

            Harold echoed the cries of others as he came in Dana’s willing twat, and Fred shot his warm milky fluid down my throat in unison. 

            As P’s hot pulsing cock began to pulse in my cunt, my own orgasm hit and splashed its fluid on W’s flicking tongue.  A pink nailed fist closed on P’s pulsing shaft and just as he released his tasty cum, the fist jerked it from my spurting pussy and inserted it between W’ s open lips.  I watched as the cum flowed from the tip and jetted into his wet mouth, and noticed how his tongue sought the unseen warmth as it splashed on his face, and Dana fed him the spewing cock, placing it entirely in his mouth so that the jets of salty cum filled it.

            A moment of relaxed silence gripped the room as we recovered from our lascivious, activity, our lust slaked for the moment.  The men slowly removing the barriers to their sight, grinning their satisfaction.

            W lay flat on the carpet in front of me, not moving and blindfold still in place, his ragged breathing struggling to find a steady rhythm, Louis’ cum dribbled from his deflowered rear and coated his lovely sac with its pearlescent sheen.  Concerned for him I unhinged my body from P and knelt beside him.

            I stroked his hair and gently lifted the blindfold from his beautiful eyes.  His head came off the carpet just enough for the strap to clear and as I looked into his face with a worried expression, a slight smile appeared on his cum covered lips.  A whisper, barely audible, “Thank you K,” his hand sought mine and gave it a slight squeeze.  My quizzical look was replaced by one of understanding and happiness, happiness for W.  I gently took his elbow and raised him to a sitting position.  I placed my hands on either side of his handsome face and looked deeply into his steel blue eyes.  Tears sprang to mine as I nodded my understanding, and I managed a caring smile as I kissed his slick lips.

            A double epiphany this evening as W and I wondered what changes and adventures awaited our new found knowledge.  I knew that my feelings had changed from anger and frustration to nurturing and caring for my closeted husband and I vowed silently to help him as he worked his way thru to enjoy his fresh revelation.

            Since that night W and I have explored our sexual desires free of judgment, and though we are no longer sexual partners he remains to this day my dear and precious Wimp.