She walks in to find you kneeling by the bed, as she’d ordered you to half an hour before.
“Get dressed,” she says. “We’re going out.”
“We are, Miss? Where?”
“What have I told you about asking questions?” Her tone is cajoling rather than scolding, and she relents at your hangdog expression. “We’re going to meet some of my friends. I want to show them my slave, so you need to be on your best behaviour, hmm?”
You nod obediently.
“Good boy,” she says, ruffling your hair.
You’re led from the house.
After a short, silent drive, your Miss pulls up at what looks to be a ordinary family home.
As the door opens, and she is greeted by a bubbly lady in a short blue dress, you realise it is. But it’s also filled with women.
They weave in and out of the hallway, chatter and laughter fill the living room and kitchen. Too many voices to count.
“… Is this your new toy?” The lady asks.
“That’s right,” Miss answers. “Say hello then,” she tells you.
“Hello,” you mumble, staring at your feet.
“A shy one, hmm? Well, we’ll soon get that out of your system.”
Your Miss makes a sharp silencing gesture as your head shoots up, eyes wide.
You look between them quickly, but they’re both stone-faced.
“Well, in you come then!” The lady says, just a little too brightly.
You’re lead upstairs, into a large master bedroom.
“You’re to be tonight’s entertainment,” Miss tells you. “You’ll be available to use, by any of the women here, all night.”
She tells you to strip and lay on the bed, and produces rope from somewhere. As she does, a majority of the women wander upstairs and into the room, still laughing and talking.
A few of the women watch curiously as you’re tied down, but most ignore you. As if this is a common occurrence. You try to fight the ropes holding you, and are ignored.
The bubbly lady from earlier appears. “This is tonight’s fun,” she announces, gesturing at you. “Try not to break him, he’s new.”
A smattering of chuckles from around the room. A woman walks up to Miss.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be first?”
“Go ahead. After all, I can have him whenever.”
Miss wanders off as the stranger undresses casually. She gestures to group of the women and they help to hold you down as straddles your face. “Make me cum,” she says, grinding into you.
You start to lick her, seeing no other choice. Slowly relaxing into a familiar rhythm and role, you lick and suck her clit, thrust your tongue inside her. You stop fighting. After a few moments more, the other women release you.
Someone’s hand, soft, delicate, wraps around your cock, squeezing and stroking, slowly making you hard. Someone else’s hands play with your balls.
You moan softly into the pussy you’re eating out. She laughs.
“He likes that,” she tells the others playing with you, and the room at large.
“Someone suck him off. I want him hard enough to ride.” Someone says.
The first woman rocks her hips in time with your tongue, moaning wantonly.
A warm mouth engulfs your tip and half your cock in one go, making you gasp and stop licking for a second. Until she demands you continue. Meanwhile the mouth takes you deeper, pushing your tip into her throat. Another mouth joins in sucking your balls.
The woman straddling you cums, her juices flooding your mouth. You lick her through it and she leaves, parting your chest in thanks.
As soon as she’s gone, another arrives, facing away from you. There’s no demand, just silent expectation as you start to devour her. Theres an echo of an ache in your jaw, and you know it’ll be far worse in a few hours.
The mouths disappear, one’s tongue licking leaking pre-cum from your cock as a final goodbye.
The same woman speaks. “Finally!” She says, exasperated.
Your hips are straddled, a warm pussy dragged over your glans. She groans. Holds you still as she plunges on to you, pushing you deeper and deeper inside. Her pussy is practically choking your cock it’s so tight. She uses you to stretch herself out, touches herself and rocks on you in time.
You lick the pussy before you in rhythm with your fucking, her moaning muffled by her sucking the others nipples.
They time their orgasms so that they cum together. Your own climax isn’t necessary for them.
Another fucks your cock, but no-one takes your face. You realise that while most of the women are still talking and laughing, some are kissing, or in various states of undress. As the night progresses these are the ones that tend to slip out of the room to find somewhere more private.
She cums and climbs off you fairly quickly. The next to uses you demands you cum inside her. She rides you hard and fast, boobs bouncing, face tight with pleasure as she uses you like she would a toy. Someone plays with your balls. Another wraps their arm around her, caressing her breasts. Another plays with her clit, and then it’s all obscured as a woman demands your attention by fucking your face.
She cums, moaning loudly, her pussy squeezing your cock tight, and you finish not a moment after, shooting your cum into her greedy pussy.
You’re used and used and used. By so many women you start to lose track. Your face and cock become sticky with their cum. You’re only allowed to finish rarely, in those that demand it. You’re edging so hard at times that every breath becomes an effort.
Finally things slow. The room has begun to empty, people wandering out in ones and twos. You cum into another warm, waiting womb and suddenly your Miss is there.
“Nearly done now,” she murmurs, kissing your forehead. “I’m so proud of you. You just need to take me and our host, then you’re done. Ok?”
You nod tiredly.
She turns to her. “Do you want his cock or his face?” You hear her say.
“I hear his tongue is incredible… But I prefer having something nice and thick to fuck myself with.”
Miss chuckles.
They both climb on top of you, both groan at the touch of your cock, the touch of your tongue. Her pussy devours your cock hungily, but she rides you slowly, keeping you balls deep inside her. Similarly, Miss rides your face gently. As predicted, your jaw, even your tongue aches, but you lap her up like a good boy should. Sucking her clit drowsily, you wonder if this will ever end. If, despite your tiredness, you ever want this to end.
You decide that, no, you want this to keep going and going, keep being used, even if you fall asleep, even if you’re starving with hunger.
And yet, inevitably, it has to end. Your Miss cums and moves away. Your host lasts longer, starts riding you harder as you get closer, until you can’t do anything but cum. You’re untied, helped from the bed. Helped to dress.
Cuddled by your Miss, petted and praised for enduring for the whole night, for being such a good boy.
As you leave, your only thought is when the next party will be.
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