I had one wish this year, and I had made it clear from September onwards that not getting it was not going to be an option.
My husband was never into half the things that festered in my filthy mind. I could see from his face when I first told him about my cravings for a room full of men, that although he hated the idea, he loathed my unhappiness more so.
So here I was arriving home, the last Friday before Christmas, to a note and gift box on the kitchen table. His handwriting clear and precise..
*’be clean and ready for 9pm, clothing choice is not important, but wear this.’*
I couldn’t help but wonder the plans for the night ahead, but looking at the clock, surrendering to daydreaming was something I couldn’t afford.
Curiosity got the better of me though, I thumbed the small square black gift box. Lifting the lid, the inside was lined with black silk, and nestled in the middle was a black leather collar with a stainless steel ring on the front, and a notched loop on the back, the strap was well worn in different locations. Frowning I picked it up.
He was fastidious in many ways, a second hand sexual item was not his style at all.. But I don’t have time for this. Undressing as I climbed the stairs. Barely out of the shower and only a few minutes to get made up and dressed. The door rang.
Fuck, he’s early.
Looking out the front window, an unfamiliar car sat on the driveway, a woman standing on my doorstep who seemed to be too confident to be in the wrong place. Grabbing my gown from the cupboard, I rushed to the door.. I don’t have time for this I thought, opening the door.
She was mid thirties, athletic build and wearing a powersuit that would send chills through any board of directors, her blonde hair was so perfectly tied back, it could have been painted on her head. Not a single hair out of place.
“you haven’t put it on yet”, she said walking past me, I had stepped aside without even thinking about it.
“Well shut the door then” she rolled her eyes, I was standing there confused but as she picked up the collar and with a familiarity that showed her experience with my gift, she unfastened the collar that I had left on the table.
“you can’t be wearing any clothes when I do this” she gestured at the floor in front of her and without even questioning what I was doing I was dropping my robe in the hallway and walking naked towards this stranger in my house.
She placed one finger on my shoulder and with gentle pressure span me around 180 degrees. Facing away from her, she applied weight a little more with the single finger and I dropped to my knees before her.
I had been with many women before but never one so confident and dominant. This was not what I was expecting at all tonight, and although my thoughts had been hoping for a buffet of men to pleasure me, this was all of a sudden seeming like a peripheral wish on the side of this unexpected turn of events.
“tonight you will not question a single thing, you will only comply, and other than the prearranged safe word, you will only say two ‘yes maam’ are we clear?”
As I responded with those two words she wrapped my tiny neck in her collar. I closed my eyes and smiled.. This felt right, and although freshly showered and in a warm house, I felt goosebumps run down my spine and an all too familiar tingle between my legs. I’m going to need more than just a shower to stop myself from feeling dirty tonight…
(pt 2 to follow)
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(Pt 2)
As I knelt on the floor she began grooming me, running fingers through my hair, dressing the long black locks behind my ears softly, teasing the lengths backwards, each time grasping it firmly with her other hand, her palm smoothing out any bumps. I wondered to myself if she was going to leave me as pretty as she was with her perfect hair. From around her wrist she wrapped the elastic around the ponytail at the back of my head.
“there we go, that will make things less messy for you when they arrive”
When they arrive.. Ugh. I felt my guts turn over and my kitty throb as those words sunk in.
“you’re going to be a good girl for me aren’t you?” I nodded, and she raised one eyebrow.
“yes maam” I said coyly, and her face lit up.
“you’re going to be good at this, I can tell. Now let’s get you prepared. We don’t want any delays or faffing about that will ruin the moment” she hooked a finger into the ring under my chin lifting my upwards to my feet and led me over to the table, bending me over it, one hand guiding my back so I bent over laying flat on the cold surface. I could feel my nipples stiffening, and instinctively my hand moved towards one for a cheeky tug. Nipple play always got me in a mess and I have in the past reached orgasm through this alone.
“on no you don’t” said my mistress, moving my hand away. I felt her kneel down behind me, she was examining between my legs, one hand gently pressed my left cheek and I felt my lips opening, I must have been soaking already because the warm air of the room, and even the warmth of her breath felt like an ice cube on my glistening pussy.
“we wont have to worry about prep with that cute little cunny of yours will we!” I could here her smile in those words and I felt pride in her approval. “but let’s get the other one ready, I’m not sure about the sizes of some of my men tonight, but one of them is bound to be bigger than you’re used to.”
I heard her click the lid of what I assumed was a tube of lube, then the cold wetness as she pressed two fingers against my forbidden hole.
“I’m not even going to ask you if you enjoy this kind of sex, it’s not going to be an option to say no one they get going” she moved two fingers in circles and I relaxed against them, arching my back and encouraging her that I was ready.
Two fingers straight inside me without any effort on her part, and she knew exactly what she was doing here. My arsehole was literally in good hands. And I wanted more fingers.. All the fingers.
She could tell, and in the same way she had admonished me for reaching for my breast she sniggered at my weakness. I was her putty, and she was casually crafting me into the perfect little slut for the evening.
The doorbell again, 9pm exactly.
“I have them well trained too” she smiled at me “are you ready for this.. Are you sure this is what you want?”
“yes maam” I said, adding ‘with every ounce of desire in my body’ silently in my head, but restricting myself to the blessed two words I was allowed.
(pt 3 to follow)
Oh the anticipation
(Pt 3)
There were no introductions, no smiles or reunion hellos from the men as they walked into my house, she closed the door after I counted 11 of them. A mixture of well dressed, and the jeans and tee type. All were approvingly handsome.
It hit me that none of these men seemed to be aware of my nakedness, they barely glanced at me. They were waiting for something, some ceremony I wasn’t aware of yet. And upon realisation of this my mistress seemed intuitively to summon me over. I walked tentatively passed the line of men who pretended not to be breathing in as I taunted my nudity at them.
“I take it you all approve boys, this one wants the full treatment tonight. You may begin”
She took a seat at the table. Watching me as the guy nearest grabbed a handful of my breast. He made no attempt to kiss me, seduce me, or even make eye contact. His grip was for his own benefit, as was my entire body tonight. He tugged at his belt and dropped his trousers. I knelt before him and pulled down his tight white CKs, still soft I took his whole cock in my mouth. He was shaved entirely and my lips caressed him, kissing around the base of his shaft, tongue sliding around him as he flexed in my mouth.
He took it out and smeared my spit over my face. I felt like such a cheap slut as he push led back in my mouth, thickening further, pressing against the back of my throat.
I was gone..
Lost in cock hypnosis, so when I felt another man pressing his fully hard cock against my face it drew me back into the room. I looked around at lost of the naked men stroking themselves hard looking at me and I was in heaven. So much variation, different lengths and thicknesses.
The one I began with was still hardening, but easily bigger than all others already.. I maintained my attention on him, grabbing him by the balls and dragging him with me as i laid back on my kitchen table.
I needed to feel him fully hard in my mouth.
Ugh..
First man already half way in my kitty in one stroke. I must be dripping down there, each thrust of him shook the table. Number one guy, the big guy was grabbing my head again, guiding my mouth over his ginormous package.
I could feel it throbbing, pulsing, growing bigger in me and I was beginning to be convinced this magnificent cock would never cease to grow. Impaling my head on him like a victorious viking going in for the kill..
My hands were dragged to other awaiting cocks now. And I was losing track of how many men were focused on my body. Lost in the throws of pleasuring these men, I was truly numb all over with cock fever.
(pt 4 to follow)
(pt 4)
Thrusts were growing ever faster between my legs now and I could feel myself close, men were pawing at my body, and I was pretty sure one guy had already cum over me somewhere, the pungent familiar scent of semen hinting at more that would soon be filling me up.. Thinking of being pumped with load after load sent me over the edge, moaning onto the huge cock in my mouth as I tightened and twitched on the guy between my legs, he pulled out and began spurting across my stomach, barely even finishing his load on me as he stepped aside for another to plow in balls deep first go. Evidently this man had been waiting too long and built up some tension because his roughness was drawing a seat from me. Pounding hard I edged my knees up to let him go deeper still..
There was some rearranging and somebody said ‘open your mouth slut’ I don’t even know what angle this man was aiming from but hot streams splashed across my face, the bitter taste only made me hungry for more, waving over fresh cocks and tugging on them desperate to drown in their delicious cum.
I felt angry fucker push deep and moan, cumming inside me and it triggered number two for me. My moans and shaking causing another to empty over my breasts.. I could see big guy was standing between my legs now and I knew this was going to be special.. I ached to be stretched by his huge cock, he rubbed the tip over my cum soaked clit. These guys weren’t shy about another mans gear. He nudged in an inch maybe, my head rolled back only for my mouth to be filled by two cocks.. I was now just cock eat. They fucked my mouth like I was nothing but a cumdump and I owed them my very soul in gratuitude.
Jesus, I had never been this full with cock in my pussy, and I couldn’t even feel his legs against me, each driving slide forwards ruining my hole, yet making my body want more.
Third wave crashing over me, making noises that were not in the least ladylike, feral me like a dog in heat. More.. More.. I need more cum.
I lost track of how many loads now, guys that were spent, already getting hard ready for round 2, when big guy pulls out.. I feel him pressing against my arse.. Fuck. He’s going to rip me in two..
He whispers that he can’t go any deeper in me that way. So he’s going all the way in the only other way he knows how. Mistress walks over places her hand on my kitty.. She feeds me her cum covered fingers while big guy teases the tip into my arse.
Unf.. I take it like it was meant to be there and nowhere else. The lube I had been prepped with, coupled with the orgasms has left me too eager for the dirty love. Despite big guys gentle giant nature, mistress rubs my clit fast and tells him to go deep and be rough..
I feel it everywhere, my body like his cock sleeve. Filled to the brim with his perfect huge phallus.
Another couple of loads splash across my body. My mistress offering more tasty fingers that are dressed with the appreciation for my body.
Finally I feel his shaved balls against my skin, and he leans back, emptying in my arsehole. Mistress roughly rubs me and I squirt hard, harder than I have ever done. I feel it splashing over her hand and all over big guy.
Another load of cum hits my face and I don’t remember a thing after that…
Just mistress stroking my hair and telling me that I did well.
She’s run a bath for me, and she’ll be leaving now.
She kisses me, on the lips. Softly and unbuckles her collar from me.
I feel naked, suddenly cold and alone.
“I’m going home now, but I’m going to tell my husband all about you tonight..”
She smiled at me, she as she was leaving she turned and said..
“would you like to do this again sometime?”
“yes maam” I replied, feeling warm inside.
Happy Christmas to me I thought, she closed the door behind her and I took my bruised, sticky, achingly sore happy little body to the bath.
Oh my… this is *indeed* the perfect bedtime reading material. I think I’ve fallen in love… Thank you for this!