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[Brandybee]

5. The Anniversary Gift.  Part 2  by MarnieJo.

Morgan grabbed the pillows from the couch as he approached me, tossing them on the dining room table.
He called me to him.  He turned my back to him and then picked me up, telling me to get on my hands and knees on the table.  Making sure my knees were on the pillow, he pressed me forward, onto my hands, my knees spread out on the pillows with my back dipping gently. 

God I loved the rumble of his deep voice, especially when he was groaning his pleasure at seeing my marked ass, my pussy wet and swollen and the thong wet from my juices.
I felt his hands rub my cheeks and he gently kissed the mark made from my Master’s hand. 
“Does this hurt?” he asked.
“No baby, it feels amazing.” I groaned at him.
“Really?” he asked as he firmly slaps the other cheek! “Now you will have matching prints.” he chuckled.

I looked over my shoulder, “Is that all you are going to do with me up here?” I teased him.
He answered with his hands, spreading my ass cheeks and leaning in. He pulled the thong to the side and licked from my clit to my ass, one long swipe.
In pleasure, I scream his name, “MORRGAANNNN!”
“Mmm, Strawberries,” he said as he dives back in.

Damn this man could lick pussy! His wide tongue spread me for licks and flicked at my clit quickly. He slurp my juices that were quickly flowing. 
Shivering under his touch, I whispered, “Oh baby, I have missed you so much.”
“Your Master treats you well baby?” he asked.
“Oh love, yes. Ty calls me his “Queen” and treats me like I'm all he ever wanted in this world.” 
“You are all I ever wanted baby,” we heard Ty say behind us.

He walked around the table, facing me, his huge hard cock in his hand.
I heard Morgan say “strawberries” and I knew what he was doing. He had tasted and liked my pussy.
“Now my cock is hard, I need you to drain my balls.” Ty told me.
“Gladly Master,” I smiled.

I felt Ty's hand on my head, guiding me to his thick cock. My mouth naturally opened and was watering instantly at the thought of sucking my Masters cock.
His fingers sank into my hair, his cock head met my lips as I flicked the tip with my tongue, tasting his precum drops. He moaned as he slid his thick 11 inch cock over my tongue.

Dropping my jaw, I tilted my head, he shoved it directly down my throat. He heard me gag for a moment until I adjusted to him.  My hands slid forward, gripping his thighs as they pressed against the table, sinking my nails into his skin.

Morgan moaned into my pussy, biting my clit, sucking hard on it as I rocked slutily back into his face. The force of Ty's thrusts helped push me back on to Morgan’s tongue.
Fuck I was in heaven! My Master in my mouth and my first ever black lover was eating and relishing my pussy! I had never been happier!

I heard the rasp of a zipper being pulled down and instantly start shaking.
I moaned around Ty's cock, knowing what was about to come.
I felt Morgan’s hard cock rubbing my wet pussy, the head circling my clit, his 10 inch cock was thick and big. I spread my legs wider, tilting my hips, wiggling, begging him to fill my pussy.
He was there! That thick wide head pushing inside me, stretching me.
I moaned, “Oooohhhhhhhhhh fuck!”

He pressed on, filling me full, pushing so deep inside me until I had taken him all.
“God I could cum right now!
My thoughts turned hot with my heat. My Master’s hard cock was rammed down my throat; my lover’s big cock was jammed in my pussy; both their hands were stroking me everywhere; both of them were saying how good it feels; I could not hold back! It was all to much and I catapulted into my sexual ecstasy.

I scream my joy as I exploded on Morgan’s cock, moaning and cumming hard. I slurped on Ty's cock hard as I dripped my cum all on the table. 

I felt Morgan’s hands grip my hips and he drilled his cock deeper into me, pounding hard in my pussy. Ty's hand wrapped in my pony tail, holding my head tight as he fucked my throat.
Both men were moaning and dragging their nails over my skin. Morgan slapped my ass cheeks as he fucked me hard and selfish. I felt Ty’s cock swelling on my tongue. I heard him grunting and knew my Master was about to flood my throat with his seed.

I heard him yell at Morgan, “Fuck her Morgan, fill her pussy with your seed.”
I realised I was about to be filled with semen at both ends, and I loved it!
Master Ty moaned, “NOWWWWWWW”

At that, I felt the first hot blast of cum hit my throat, gagging me. My eyes watered as I swallowed hard and fast. At the same time I felt Morgan’s cock spray my pussy walls with his hot spunk.
I heard him moaning my name and his hands biting into my hips.
Ty's fingers wrapped around my throat.
I am full of black cum, over flowing, and totally in love with my two black and beautiful men. 

Ty pushed his cock deep inside me and holds it there, as the last stream of cum rolls down my tongue. My red lipstick was smeared all over my lips and on to his cock.
Ty smiled as he touched my face, whispering softly, “Fuck I love you Annie, you are my everything.”

Morgan slowly pulled from my pussy, our juices pouring out of my pussy. It ran down my thighs as he rubbed his cock on my ass cheeks.
“Damn that pussy is still fine baby,” he complimented me.

He picked me up by my waist, slid me down his body and hugged me from behind. He kissed my neck while he pinched my nipples and tugged my piercings.
Morgan and Ty exchanged men looks, and I laughed as I heard Ty decide, “Fuck the dance, let’s celebrate right here.”
Morgan and I totally agreed.

I was carried to the bedroom like a porcelain doll, in the strong arms of my lover.
My Master locked the doors and turned the lights down as he followed us to the bedroom.
I heard him go to the closet and I smiled. He was turning on the camera, making a video of our special night.

I must remember to ask Morgan if he would like a copy to take home with him.

Morgan laid me on the bed, putting my heel on his shoulder as he slowly unzipped my boots, pulling them off my legs, kissing my thighs in the process.
I heard Ty go in and turn the shower on, his clothes hitting the floor as he walked back to us.
He leaned over to kiss me while Morgan finished pulling my clothes off.
“Happy baby?” he asked
“YESSSSssss baby,” I told him, “This is perfect!”

Morgan laughed as he pulled my thong off, “ummmmm, sorry babe, this is ruined, a little stretched out.” The shapeless and useless G string hung off his finger.
I told him, “Keep it, your souvenir of our party.”
He wrapped the thong around his cock and stroked with them a few times, “mmmm, I will remember this night forever love,” he smiled.

Ty took my hand, “Come on baby, lets get in the shower, you too Morgan.”
We stepped into the big shower, the water was hot and steamy.
My two big black studs on either side of me, rubbing me from all directions. I picked up the shower gel, filling our hands with the liquid soap and we started washing each other. Our slick and soapy hands everywhere.

I kissed my Master, whispering, “I love you, Happy Anniversary baby.”
My hands stroked his hard chest, tracing his tattoos and nails dragging softly over his skin. I rubbed my breasts against him, over and over until he began to moan.

Morgan stepped up behind me, pushing my legs apart. I felt his hard cock against my ass. I reached back and stroke him with a soapy hand.  His hands massaged the globes of my ass, fingers sliding in the crevice, gently touching my rear door.
He bit my neck hard as he pushed against me and promised, “I will have this ass tonight and I will have it hard.”

Fuck my legs went weak and those sexy words.
I looked into Ty's eyes, and saw only love, pleasure, desire and permission to do anything I wanted with both him and Morgan.

I smiled at him, and said to Morgan, “Yes Sir, I will take you in my ass, and my Master in my pussy, at the same time.”

Both men stopped, hands freezing in position on my body, clearly shocked by my statement and wondering if it was possible. Both men were well hung to say the least.
Ty broke the silence first, “Baby, are you sure? Can you handle both of us at the same time?” 

“Master, there is only one way to find out, and who better to learn with than my Master and my Sir?”
Ty kissed me deep, sucking my tongue hard. I knew I had pleased him.
Morgan was sucking and teething on my shoulder, marking me. His hands were tight on my hips, bruising me a little before he grabbed the shower head and started rinsing us all off. 

I have never been dried off so fast! My two men were keen to strike while the iron was hot!

Both men worked like a well-timed machine. With thick soft towels, they dried my body, my hair, touching and kissing me over and over.
Being lifted into my Sirs arms, I heard my Master tell him to lay me on the bed as he fetched the lubricating gel from the bedside drawer. 

My Master placed me in position on my knees, spreading my ass cheeks. He rubbed my ass, biting my cheeks, spitting in my hole, then applying the lube in thick and generous globs. His big fingers working it inside me, slowly stretching me, preparing me for Morgan.

He hands the lube to Morgan, “Grease up,” he grins at him, “My baby is still so tight, we don't want to hurt her too much.”
Once my ass is well greased and nicely stretched, I felt my Master pull back.
Then he slid between my thighs and smiled up at me, “Are you ready baby?” 

I leaned down to kiss him, “Yes Master, I am ready.”
Pushing myself up on his chest, my nails bit into his muscles. I felt him guide his thick cock into my pussy.
“God he was so swollen and thick.” I thought bracing for his invasion. I slowly sank down on him until I had him, balls deep. I leant back against Morgan as I lower down, kissing him over my shoulder.

Once I was seated and pussy impaled on Ty’s cock, Morgan pushed me forward slowly. He pushed my knees forward to open up my ass for him. His big hands were on my cheeks, spreading them wide.
I looked into Ty's eyes as I felt Morgan pressing into me.

“Fuck he is so big,” I bit my lip, breathing deeply, trying hard to relax so I can take as much as possible.
I heard Morgan sigh, “Damn baby, you’re still too tight to take all of me, but, I'm in. Relax baby, enjoy us”
They moved, against each other, one pushing, one pulling with me trembling in the middle.
So much pressure! So damned full! It felt like they could rip me apart at any time. Yet both men were so gentle and loving, taking their time to make sure I was stretched, relaxed and ready for them. 

Ty pulled me down slightly, enough that he could suck and bite my big nipples. My breast hung heavy and full in his face.

Morgan’s hands glided up and down my back, working the muscles, helping me relax and take him deeper and deeper.

I braced myself on the headboard, finally getting my hips tilted just right.
Ty was in full depth in my pussy, banging into my womb.
Morgan was pushing hard in my ass invading my rectum.

Both were moving easily at this point and I was fast approaching orgasm. I never knew it could feel so good.

I looked down at my Master, and could see his ebony black hands on my chest and Morgan’s caramel colored hands on my arms. My own white skin was so pale between them.
God, it was so erotic, the contrast, the strength and the pleasure of their touch. In that moment, I was theirs forever.

Morgan started pounding harder, whispering over and over, “So tight, so fucking tight, feels so good.”
I pushed back into him, taking him just a little deeper, gripping him just a little tighter, knowing his big cock was about to fill me.

Ty was fucking me hard from below, pounding his hips into me, biting my tits, leaving marks on my skin. 

I felt my release building, my belly was getting tight. A sweat was breaking out on my skin, my heart was hammering in my chest and I started screaming their names.
“TYYYYYYYYYY  OOOOO, MOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRGANNNN I'm going to cummmmmmm!”

I heard my Master demand I wait, his grip on my neck tightening his collar on me, choking me ever so slightly, bringing my attention to him.

“I will tell you when to cum” he demanded. “Look at me Annie! 
I do as he said but surfed that edge dangerously.

“Morgan,” Ty asked, “You tell me when you’re ready.”
Morgan grunted in response.

His hands on my hips were bruising me, holding me tight as he pounded deep in my ass.
I knew I wouldn’t wait for long. I could feel him swelling. My ass was on fire.

“NOW TY,” he yelled, “NOW!” as his cock exploded inside me.

Hot streams of thick cum filled my ass. At this Ty's cock burst inside my pussy. I could feel it hitting my pussy and womb walls.

Tears formed in my emotional state, falling from my eyes. I needed to cum so bad!
Finally he said it, “Cum for us Annie, cum now baby.”

I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me, shuddering hard as I collapsed into Ty's arms. I felt Morgan’s weight come down on my back and I sobbed against Ty's neck. My body twitched, my pussy convulsed on Ty's cock, my ass locked down on Morgan’s cock, my body refused to let either of them pull out of me. 

Ty kissed me deep and hard and slow. My Master, taking me, his woman. His fingers brushed my hair off my face, laying my head on his shoulder.

Morgan kissed my spine, pushing himself up off of my back. He laid us both down so we all were down sideways. I was still sandwiched between them but now on the bed in the middle. Our bodies still throbbed and were covered in sweat. The smell of our bodies and our fluids hung heavy in the room.
We were all lazily basking in a wonderful after glow.

The big Grandfather clock in the front room struck midnight. The gongs were ringing softly through the house.

I heard my Master say, “Happy Anniversary baby, I love you, I hope you liked your gift.”
I smiled sleepily and kissed both men.
“It was amazing. Thank you both,” I told them.

Then wondered silently to myself, “Ty had set the bar high now, how the hell would he ever top this?” Then my smile got wider, “Who cared though, in truth it would be a hell of a ride trying.”

The End.

[Brandybee]

5. The Anniversary Gift.  Part 1  by MarnieJo.

We had been married two months now.  The world was an amazing place, everything was the best it has been in a very long time. I was working on a surprise for our anniversary day when my sexy husband, Ty called me from work.

“Hey babe, I have a huge surprise for you! I want you to wear your sexiest outfit tonight. Pamper yourself all day, and prepare for a long night.” He told me and laughed in delight at my questions but no matter how much I pleaded, he would not tell me more. 
“Mmmmm,” I thought to myself excited, “My man knows how to get me curious and he never disappoints me. Time to start my preps.” 

Ty bought me a gorgeous black collar that he had given me on the night of our wedding. I smiled remembering that amazing night. He buckled it in place as he kissed my neck, whispering, “You are forever my woman now, I own you! I own your hot pussy, and I will never let you go!”
He loved it when I wore it in public for him.

I spend time oiling and shining my collar. It was made of a beautiful soft black leather with a thick stainless steel ring at the front to attach a lead to if Ty wanted.
As I buffed it up with baby oil, I thought of him and my lips curved into a naughty smile. I could feel my pussy flood with the warmth of arousal and I was getting wetter and wetter, the whole time.
I knew just the sexy oil my collar needed for the perfect finish.

I undid the collar so it was straight and from the buckle to the end tip, I slowly dragged it between my pussy lips a few times depositing on the leather my natural female scent of arousal.
The cool steel of the buckle teased my swollen clitoris and it took all my will power not to masturbate on it and bring myself to orgasm.

The effect on my throbbing pussy though, caused plenty of “Annie essence” to work with and I rubbed and smeared it into the leather. It polished up beautifully.

I laid out my outfit on the bed: a super short black leather skirt, tight black bustier with shiny buckles, my thigh high leather boots, freshly polished and shined with baby oil and the tiniest pair of silver panties I could find. Ty would love it and especially the sexy allure of my black submissive collar.

I spent the next hour in the bath tub with thick fragrant bubbles all over me. I took the time to shave my long legs and then sat on the edge of the tub. I carefully shaved my plump pussy lips, and sexy mound, leaving just a little strip at the top of my slit – Ty's landing strip!

After the bath, I rubbed my body with his favorite moisturising lotion. He loved the scent on my body. As I thought of him, I softly stroked my pussy every chance I could in my preparations. 
My pussy was aroused and pulsing for my man but still I would not allow a climax without him.

Standing at the mirror, I brushed my long dark hair, tightly braiding it. This style was perfect for my man to hold as he fucked me. He liked to hold my hair like a horse’s reigns or even to just control my head to kiss or mouth fuck me.

I changed my nipple rings and tweaked my nipples so they hardened under my fingertips. 
I wore his favorite pair – the rosette shields. My breasts were large and soft and were already heavily marked with his hickies – his love bites, his mark to the world that I was owned by him. I touched each bruise, smiling, and remember each and everyone one he created.

I buckled his collar in place. It fit perfectly and I loved the tag that hung from it saying, “Property of Ty” 
“Fuck that made me so horny just to see it.” I giggled to myself. The weight and feel of it jangling at my throat also made me feel wicked and turned on.

I knew Ty would be home in about 30 minutes so it was time to get dressed. I took the bottle of oil he bought me that made my clit tingle and swell and rubbed a drop into my clitoris.

I felt it instantly start to swell up, bigger even than it was already from my previously teasing. It tingled and throbbed quite pleasantly. Ty swore it was his favorite flavour – strawberries and his Annie's pussy honey.  I giggled again. He couldn’t get enough of it! 

I slowly pulled the tiny silver panties up my long legs, all freshly shaved. I loved the feel of the silk on my body. I watched in the full length mirror as I settled them in place. They barely covered a thing, being a thong and all, but, he liked that others had to stare a bit to see me. It was more classy than just flashing at the stranger’s instantly.

The silver colour of the panties just drew in their naughty attention to my plump pussy underneath.  Next I put the little black skirt on, turning slowly to admire my tight ass showing under the ruffle. I bent over to inspect what would be on show tonight.

I giggled again, “Ohhhhhh my! It will alllll be on show.”  The Silver G string hid nothing!
I took the black bustier, buckling and zipping it up my chest. My ample breasts lay high in the frame, my nipples only barely covered. My cleavage was deep and full. I brushed silver glitter dust on my breasts, up my neck, down the inside of my thighs, everywhere he liked men to see me. 

Now for his “Come Fuck Me Boots” as he called them. I slowly slipped my foot in and bent to slide the zipper from the ankle and up my inner thigh. My hands slid up my soft thighs to my pussy to touch and play a bit more. I was throbbing and so wet, anxiously waiting for him to get home now.
I had that special Ty heat for him.

Just when I thought I can’t stand it any longer, I heard his keys in the front door. 
“BABYYYYY,” he called, “I am home!” 

I opened the bedroom door and he yelled “STOP, Don't come out here!”

“TY!  Baby, I need your kisses, please!” I pleaded. I had worked myself up good and proper for him, as a wife should for her sexy hot husband.

“Close your eyes. Stand still,” he ordered.
I could tell and immediately recognised that tone. His voice was that of my Master. 
“Yes Master,” I replied dutifully. 

I heard him approaching me. I caught a whiff of his cologne, only, it’s NOT his cologne!
I recognized it, but before I could put a name to the owner I felt hands on my waist, and my mouth was taken in a deep kiss.
THIS was NOT my husband, but damn can he kiss!

My arms wrapped around his shoulders. My fingers brushed the back of his hair. I started to tremble in his arms as his hands grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed seductively. 

He gently pushed me back and I heard him take a step back.  My body instantly missed the feel of him. My brain scrambled to guess who it was. The smell, the kiss, the feel, the height – it was all so familiar and yet it was just beyond my reach.

I licked my lips to taste the kiss again just as I heard My Master whisper, “Open your eyes baby, see who I brought you.”

I opened my eyes and screamed, instantly shaking and crying, “Oh My God! It’s You! – Morgan!”
He was my friend and lover from the East Coast.

I jumped right back into his arms and sexily wrapped my legs around his waist. I kissed his face and lips, holding him tight.

“What are you doing in town Huh?” I asked hardly giving him time to answer.
Morgan laughed and held me tight, squeezing me to him, kissing me back and said, “I am here for business baby, and to surprise you!”

He gently placed me back on my feet and I ran to Ty, throwing myself in his arms now. It was his turn to be showered in kisses.

I ended up kissing him deep, moaning into his mouth, “God I love you My Master. You are so good to me.”
I felt his hands on my bare butt, his fingers stroking the cleft of my ass as he whispered in my ear,
“He Knows!”
My body reacted immediately at those words!

My pussy gushed with cream. My nipples became rock hard and I started to tremble.
“How?” I questioned.
Ty nodded to Morgan, “Hey man, the guest room is the 2nd door on the left, down that hall, if you wanna go freshen up.”
Morgan grabbed his bag and gear and headed for the shower.
Ty leaned down and kissed my neck.

He whispered in my ear, “He showed up at the office around noon to visit and say Hi. We were talking and catching up all afternoon. He commented on how much he had always loved to fuck you and I told him about your fantasy to have two hot black studs at the same time. So My Dear, tonight, we will fulfil that fantasy for you.”

My eyes went wide. I stared at my lover, my husband, my Master as I trembled.
“Are you sure baby?  You would share me with Morgan?” I was astounded and overjoyed.
Ty smiled and said, “Of course, I have always wanted to see you take another black cock. I've always wanted to watch you be fucked by another man. This is perfect. Morgan is perfect for us. We made reservations at the Achat Bar and Grill baby. We are gonna take my woman dancing and partying tonight.” 

I turned as Morgan came in, dressed in his tight black leather pants and his red and black leather jacket.
Damn he was gorgeous.  I was in heaven.

My Ty was so dark. His beautiful skin was ebony black and he had deep, dark brown eyes. In contrast, Morgan was more light skinned, a deep caramel color and his eyes were hazel and bright.

I would have completely skipped the bar and grill tonight if either of them had said the word, but, My Master liked to show me off. He liked to let the world know I was his now. He owned me completely and I loved letting him. I liked being his woman.

I pushed Ty towards the bedroom playfully and giggled, “Hurry baby, get dressed.  I'm ready to get this night started.” 

Ty kissed me deep, and to punish my bossy behaviour, flipped my little skirt up and slapped my bare ass cheek, putting a red hand print on me as he looked at Morgan, “Feel free to kiss that mark while I get ready!”

“Fuck,” My knees went weak at my husband’s remark to my lover. 

I heard Morgan laugh, “Not a problem,” he said as he walked towards me.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

4. Take Five.  Part 2  by Sexilicious.

Looking at my Master, I wonder what he left for himself if he is filling my holes and hands with the other cocks.  He must have seen the question in my eyes as he smiled and pulled out the camera.

“I will have you for myself later, pet.  I want to make sure we have a memory for our photo album.  The first day you take five cocks at once.  I may even record you, so you can see what all the men did to you as I am quite sure you will not be able to focus on all the touches.”

Master looked towards the five men as he settled behind the camera to capture the gift he bestowed upon me this anniversary.

   “Alright men, take good care of my pet.”

The five men moved instantly into their spots which overwhelmed me.  Freaking out by the fast movement, my heart started beating twice as fast as normal.  One moment, I saw Master, and the next, he was blocked by the men surrounding me.

   “YELLOW.”

I cry out my slow down safe word.  It was too much too fast, and I couldn't handle it that quickly.  The men stopped and Steve came around to my head and cupped my face.  I could see Master again and out of the corner of my eye Steve.  Steve's other hand stroked my hair gently.

“What is it, little mare?”

  “Too fast.”

Steve stroked the tears that fell from my eyes as my Master watched ready to move in if he was needed or if I called red to stop the whole scene.  Master knew that Steve was quite trusted by me and could handle it, but Master looked ready to spring to my side in a moment.  Master didn't want to intervene into the session unless he absolutely had to, for he trusted the doms in the group to take care of me.

Steve took charge of the situation while the other four remained in spot until I had calmed down and was ready again.

“You're safe.  Nothing bad will happen little mare.  I am here.  Would it be better if we moved in one at a time, so you are not so overwhelmed?”

   Nodding my head, I lean into Steve's hand gaining the calmness and confidence.

   “Are you ready to start again little mare?”

   “Yes, I am ready now, Sir.”

Steve stands up and strips his clothes off in front of me.  Keeping my eyes on his body, I lick my lips as I see the body I know so well from the many times he has spent at the apartment.  He climbs on the table and slides underneath my body. 

I press my body against Steve and rub against him as I feel his hard cock pressing against my lower stomach.  He grins at me as he grabs my hips and places his cock right at the opening to my pussy.

“Is this better little mare?  Are you ready for my hard cock to fill you up?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Nods my head up and down, I try to press my pussy onto Steve's cock, but Steve just holds my hips.  He isn't quite ready to just let me take it. 

   “Hold still little mare.”

Holding still, I feel the drizzle of some lubricant land between my ass cheeks.  The moisture slides down covering my anus and pussy before covering Steve's cock. 

Fingers covered in lubricant press into my anus and slowly start working in and out.  Glancing back, I see that James is working on opening up my anus, so he can fill me with his cock.  While James opens my anus with his fingers, Steve keeps me distracted by slowly sticking the tip of his cock in and out of my pussy. 

The slow seduction of Steve's cock had my body wanting to press against his tiny movements just inside my pussy, but Steve kept his hands on my hips holding me still.  Allowing James to slowly work his fingers deeper inside my ass, he gradually worked three fingers inside without harming me due to Steve holding my hips and distracting me from the pain.

Suddenly, the fingers are removed and James' hard cock slides just inside my ass.  Steve and James start pressing their cocks deeper inside my body.  Their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane as they alternate who is going in and out. 

As Steve and James work on pressing their cocks in deeper with each push, Daniel and Zeke step up on either side of the table.  Their naked cocks jutting out from their bodies seeking out the attention to satisfy the ache building within them. 

My hands reach out and grab hold of Daniel's and Zeke's cocks.  Wrapping my hands around each of the thick, meaty poles, I stroke them good.  My fingers following the veins as I feel them throb against my hands. 

I can sense Daniel's watchful eye as he keeps an eye on what is going on with each of the men.  His eyes gazing at my naked skin causing goose bumps to appear.  Daniel's fingers raking lightly across my back making me squeeze tighter onto James' and Steve's cocks as they fuck my body. 

Hotness appeared in front of my eyes as Paul steps in front with his cock dangling inches from my lips.  Licking my lips, I reach my tongue out and lap at the tip just grazing it barely.  His cock bops a little like he really enjoyed having the tongue touch him. 

Paul steps forward and presses his cock against my lips.  Rubbing his tip against my lips, he paints his flavor on my lips.  My lips part and takes the tip of his cock inside.  Wrapping my lips gently around his tip, I suck and taste his essence. 

My moans send vibrations through Paul's cock as the other men continue to use my body.  His cock sinking deeper inside my mouth as I see that nicely tanned body every time he withdraws from me. 

Zeke's hand reaches underneath my body and starts tweaking my nipple.  The twinge of pain shoots through my body, and my body tightens even harder on Steve's and James' cock.  My moans continue to vibrate down Paul's cock as my body experiences all the sensations of pleasure and pain combined. 

All five men are moaning their delights as my body takes care of their hard cocks.  The weight of Daniel's hand rests on my back, and I can feel his fingers starting to dig into my flesh a little.  Zeke's fingers dig into my nipple as he starts breathing harder. 

Paul grips tightly onto my hair as he presses my mouth further down onto his cock.  His cock pushing deep into my throat.   My muscles squeezed him so good that I could feel each pulse of his cock.

Steve and James both grip my hips tightly as they hold my body in place. Their nails digging into my flesh.  All five men trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.

Suddenly, Zeke shoots his cum all over my breasts unable to hold back any longer.  Paul pulls his cock out of my mouth and blasts his cum all over my face.  Leaning in and wiping some of the cum off my face, Paul feeds me his cum on his finger. 

Master never allowed just anyone to cum inside my body unless it is in my mouth.  He always considers marking the depths of my body his responsibility.  Once in a while, he gives permission to Steve since we all play regularly together but no one else ever had that permission. 

Steve and James pick up their pace and fuck my body harder.  The hard fucking puts my body on edge as they push me closer to my orgasm.  While they continue to fuck me hard, Daniel released his cum all over my back and in my hair.

Steve and James pull out at the same time and shoot their cum all over my butt and stomach.  My body covered in five men's cum.  I could hear the couple of clicks as Master takes the final pictures of my sweaty cum covered body.

My pussy was grasping at the emptiness as my body wanted its orgasm too.  Whimpers escaped my mouth as I make known my neediness for more attention.  However, the men were putting their clothes on except Steve as he held my body to him. 

Master walked the men out the door and must have escorted them out of the apartment because he came back in the room alone.  Master walked up and released my arms and legs from the bonds. 

“Did you enjoy your gift of five today, pet?”

“Yes Master.  I sure did enjoy it, but I still want you.”

   
“I know you do pet.  Steve and I are going to use you so much tonight.”

Steve held me closer as Master walked over with the riding crop in hand.  Master's hands reach down and rub my butt cheeks.  His hands slide underneath and feel the wetness of my pussy.  His fingers massage my clit which makes my body rub harder against Steve as I search out for more of that attention.

Steve's cock stirs to life as he hardens again from my wet pussy rubbing against him so much.  His hands grip my butt and holds me steady for Master's touch. 

The first swing of the crop caught me by surprise as a gasp escapes my mouth at the first smack.  The flow of smacks follow quickly as my butt began to burn.  My juices flowing down my thighs as the smacks produce more of the moisture. 

The swats kept coming as Steve held me still for each swat of the crop.  My body clenched with each swat as the pain increased with each of the smacks.  My butt glowing a lovely red shade before he stopped swinging the crop.

The warmth of Master's body leaned in against me as he sandwiches me between the two of them.  Being surrounded like that by men I trust always makes me feel safe and loved.  Master clicks the lead onto the collar.

“Lets go to the window pet and enjoy the nightlife of the city.”

I follow Master out of the room.  Happily crawling behind him as he lead me to the big glass window in the main room.  Steve followed behind us and placed his foot between my legs as he rubs my pussy while we walk.

At the big window, Master pulled me up into his arms and kissed me deeply as he possessed my mouth with his ownership.  Steve stepped behind me and lifts my hair and kissed me from behind.  The men press their bodies in tight against mine preventing me from moving a fraction away from them. 
   
   Suddenly, Master stopped kissing me and turned me towards the window and pressed me against it.  He thrusts his hard cock deep inside my pussy. 

“Now pet, Steve is in charge of your orgasms, and he has orders to make sure you have a multiple of five today as your anniversary gift.”

   
Master kept thrusting deep inside my pussy as Steve reached out and rubbed his finger against my clit.  The pleasure built and became more difficult to hold back the orgasm.  My moans increased as my pussy tightened harder against Master's cock as my body got closer to the orgasm.

   “Please………… Steve……….. I……… need…… to………. cum.”

I panted in between the words hoping to have permission to cum on Master's cock.  Master's hands gripped my body tightly as he continued to plow into my pussy.  My toes curled up as the sensation got stronger.
“Yes little mare.  Cum for us.  I want five in a row.”

My body spasmed hard on Master's cock as I came.  Before my body had a chance to calm down from the first one, Steve kept fingering my clit hard and brought me to my second orgasm.  After each orgasm, my body craved the next one.  Steve quickly brought me the next three orgasms in a row.

Master wrapped his arms around my waist as he held me close while he kept thrusting inside my pussy.  His lips pressed kisses into my neck as he pressed me in tighter against the glass.  We stayed that way for a while as Steve continued to give me many more orgasms.

After many more orgasms, my body was shaking so much when Master pressed his cock deep into my pussy and released his sperm deep into my pussy and coated my insides with his essence to stake his claim on my body.

“Happy Anniversary, pet.”

“Happy Anniversary, Master.”

Master pulled me over to the couch as I snuggle between the two most important men in my life.  It was a great end to the day.

The End.

[Brandybee]

4.  Take Five. Part 1  by Sexilicious.

It had been a long day, and I was finally heading home.  My friends and I enjoyed a lovely day of shopping through the city.  As I drove into the parking lot and parked the car at the apartment, I couldn't help but look down and check out the new outfit I bought today.  The sleek black shirt had been on clearance and was so sexy with that lace covering the upper portion of my chest.  The long sleeves were perfect for the day as it was cooler than it had been for a while. 

The skirt I found later in the morning.  The shimmer in the mini skirt made the skirt seem alluring and sexy.  I knew in a moment that I had to buy it to go with the shirt. 

The outfit was so elegant and sexy that I had to put it on after buying it.  I could feel the eyes of many men watching me as my friends and I continued through the day of shopping.  Only one guy remained in my thoughts as I went through the day and that was my Master who I would see at home. 

Once I finished admiring my elegant outfit and remembering my day, I opened my car door and walked into the apartment.  Pressing the button to the elevator, I made my way towards the apartment I share with my Master.  As I unlock the door, I wonder what fun things would happen tonight.  It was a very special day for us.  We were celebrating five years together.

Inside the apartment, I hung my keys up and lock the door behind me.  My eyes settle on the fireplace mantle as I see a vase with five red roses.  Beside the vase was a heart shape box of chocolates.  I walk over closer and see a note laying there with the small gifts. 

Pet, happy anniversary.  For every year we have been together, I have left five of each here on the mantle to greet you as you come home after your day of shopping.  When you are ready for your next gift of five meet me in the playroom.  I expect you to be naked and wearing your play collar.  Love, Master.

Sniffing the roses and taking just a moment to enjoy Master's thoughtfulness, I open the box of chocolates and see only five were left.  I smile as I realized he left the ones I loved the most and removed the rest from the box. 

Walking into my bedroom, I laid my purse on the glass top table in the middle of the room beside my laptop.  I took off my daily public collar which is just a very nice choker and laid it inside my jewellery box.  Grabbing my play collar, I put the black leather around my neck and secure it.  The eye loop was placed in the front, so Master could easily use it however he would like while we play tonight. 

Rubbing my fingers lightly over the collar, I recall the day that Master first gave it to me.  He was so confident, and I doubt he would have easily let me go if I had refused.  He loved me so much, and I'm sure he knew how much I loved him in return.  I gave him my heart, mind, and body that day and never regret it.  Sure he pushed the boundaries of what I would do, but he always kept my wellbeing in mind. 

Stripping my clothes off my body, I fold the outfit neatly and lay it on my bed until later when I could put it away properly or show my Master the sexy new outfit.  I grab the new toy I bought to surprise Master for the anniversary out of the closet and carry the heart shape crop into the kitchen. 

Setting the crop down on the counter, I check my hiding spot in the kitchen and pull out the chocolate cake I made while Master was at work the other day.  I place it on the counter knowing we would need something to munch on after the session to regain some strength, for he always wears our bodies down during each of our sessions.  I sliced a few pieces of the cake, so it was all ready as soon as we came back in the kitchen to eat it. 

I grab the crop and walk into the hallway that led to the play room. Glancing towards the wall, I see the painting I made for my Master. It was the first gift I gave him after we moved into this apartment.  It was an impressionist type painting from our first year together when he introduced me to the delights of sex outside.  I painted the field of wheat shimmering with the golden locks right before harvest with the trees in the background still nice and green.  The sun was out so bright that day, and I knew after he made love to me out there that I had to make a lasting memory for us to remember the start always.

Sighing softly in contentment, I rubbed my fingertips along the paintings frame and made my way down the hallway.  I peek inside the play room, and my jaw dropped at what I saw inside.  Rose petals scattered around the room on the floor, and six men including Master sat on the couches where we did our aftercare.  Aftercare were times to reflect on what happen and talk them through or sometimes just to snuggle and relax.  It all depended on how intense the sessions got that time. 
   
As I glanced inside the play room, I noticed that they were the guys that Master would talk to regularly at the club we attended on occasion.  They were all dominant guys, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it.  I had never pleased that many guys at once. 

My heart raced as I contemplated what to do.  I was scared of having that many dominant men around the room.  It was hard enough at the club doing it with just Master knowing that the others could look at me.  I trusted my Master to take care of me though, for he had proven himself many times over in the past few years.

Master glanced up and saw me looking into the room.  His salt and pepper hair was a little unruly making me want to run my fingers through his hair.  He smiled at me and opened his arms a little in that small gesture of his that always put me at ease when things got tough.  His small gesture gave me the strength to carry out his wish. 

My body slid easily down to the ground as I prepared to crawl into the room towards my Master.  I lift the crop up to my lips and slide it inside my mouth to hold the crop softly until it is delivered right to my Master's hand.  I crawl into the room heading for my Master.  Our eyes are locked together as he loved to see into my eyes the entire time. 

I heard the movement as the other guys must have turned and watched me crawl into the room.  The noise of the conversations disappeared as they all watched me silently.  I stop right at the feet of my Master and keep my eyes locked onto him.  He absolutely hates it when I look away from him once the session has started unless he tells me to.

Master's smile was so big as he noticed the brand new crop I got for us.  He reached down and took it from my mouth.  Setting it down on the coffee table, he smiled back at me and cupped my face with his hands.

“Thank you, pet.  I love the crop, but I want to use it on you when we are alone later.  For now, I want you to please these men.  Climb on the play table and be ready for all of these hard cocks.”

Climbing up on the table in the middle of the play room, I can feel the heat of all six men's eyes gazing at my naked pussy.  As wet as I am, I am sure that they can see the glistening of the moisture clinging to my pussy lips. 

One by one the men came closer and grabbed my wrists and ankles.  Spreading my body wide open, two of the men attach cuffs to my ankles and connect the cuffs to two of the legs of the table.  My pussy was opened and on display for the men as I was unable to close my legs any because of the restraint on my ankles.

My eyes remained focused on Master as he stood by the couches keeping watch over what the guys were doing to me.  He looked so handsome as always.  Today, he was extra handsome as he dressed up in a black suit with a nice crisp white shirt.  The top couple of buttons were undone, so I was able to see the glimpse of his chest hair peeking out.  He sure does know how to make me hot for him.  I sure hope I get to touch him tonight.  I want to grab hold of that shirt and hold on tight as he fucks me hard.

One of the men moved into my sight blocking my view from Master, and he smiled and looked deep into my eyes.  It was Steve with his vibrant red hair.  The best friend of Master and myself.  The only man who Master has ever let use me before.  Steve was the only guy who had permission to use me when he wanted, for some days Master was so busy where he couldn't take of my needs and make me feel that ownership.  Steve was also the only guy we did a threesome with on many occasions as our schedules allowed.

“Are you ready to serve us this evening, little mare?” Steve asked me as he gently stroked my face.

“Yes, Sir.”

I nod and feel one of the other guys settle in between my legs.  Looking between my legs, I see it was James.  He was one Master talked to a lot at the club.  They both loved to banter back and forth.  I remember once Master teased about letting him have a taste when I accidentally dropped a little salsa on my chest when we were snacking at the bar.

James head dips between my legs where all I see is his brown hair.  My hands still being held above my head by a couple of the guys as I can still see Steve at my side.  James tongue flicks out and does a quick tasting from my soaked pussy.

“I think she tastes better than the snack food at the bar.” James said towards Master.

Glancing past Steve, I see Master nod with a big smile on his face.  Master loves tasting me often and does it as a reward when I do well with my tasks. He knows I get so hot from being licked and often times I go crazy with need.

James dips his tongue inside my pussy and keeps lapping up my juices while his finger begins to circle around my soaked clit.  My body shifting towards his mouth as I seek out more of his tongue.  A bite to my pussy lip makes me jump as James reminds me that he is the one in charge and not I.  My pussy clenching from the ache that was building deep inside my body.

James stands and looks over at Master. “She is ready.”

James unhooks my ankles from the restraints, and the men easily flip my body over.  James presses my knees underneath my body making me kneel on the table.

Master looks at me.  “Are you ready for your gift of five, pet? 

“Yes, Master.”

Nodding my head when Master asked me if I was ready, I see out of the corner of my eyes the men smiling because they knew they were about to use my body. 

“Each man will only get one spot.  Since we both trust Steve a lot, I am letting him have your pussy tonight.”

Looking at Steve, I see the twinkle in his eyes as he already knows how tightly my pussy squeezes his cock from all the previous times we had some fun.  I can feel the juices leaking down onto my thighs, for Steve always makes sure I go crazy with the pleasure.

“James, we have talked to on many occasions, and I am allowing him to have your ass.  He is an expert at easing in, so you shouldn't feel pain.”

Master knows it still hard for me to do it from the one excruciating time I had before we were together.  He still has me do it, but it normally takes a lot of preparation and care.

“The other three you recognize from the club as well, but we never really talked to them together.  However, I have seen you eying Paul every chance you get.  I know how you love that tanned body and black hair, so I am letting him have your mouth so you can eye him while the men all use your body.”

Glancing towards Paul, I see that nicely tanned body of his.  His arms are so muscled.  I can tell that he must work out regularly to stay in such great shape.  I could feel the saliva building in my mouth as I appreciate his nice body.  That thick dark hair of his reminds me of Master when he looked younger.  Maybe in a way, Paul was similar to what Master looked like when he was younger.

“Daniel has been in the lifestyle for a long time and will be more of an overseer to make sure your safe signals are observed.  With this many guys I wanted someone who had the experience to make sure you were well looked after.  You will be stroking his cock the entire time.”

Glancing over at Daniel, I could see the depth of his wisdom in his eyes and face.  He smiles at me and I can tell that he has a heart full of kindness even with that bit of sternness in his face. 

My eyes look to the last man standing in the room.  I recognize him only as the newest one to the club, and if memory served right they introduced him as Zeke.  His face looked so youthful and he had the features of a surfer, blonde hair and blue eyes.

“The last man, Zeke, is the youngest and newest member to the club, and I thought he should get a chance to see how a more experienced session goes.  You will stroke his cock as well while he learns what it takes from the experienced doms in the room.”

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

3. The Hangover Remedy.  Part 2  by Jayc.

Some hours later, Arnie’s eyes fluttered open and he was looking at a ceiling fan spinning and whirring softly. He was still dressed and laying on a king size bed. Lifting his head he looked around. He was in a real nice room and the shades were thoughtfully drawn shut.

His head pounded and he lay back down and tried to remember the night before. He could recall dinner on the plane then the endless shots of ouzo and a hookah filled with fine Afghani hashish. He remembered the airplane landing and that he was unable to walk. Logan had had to give him a piggy back ride to a golf cart. He remembered being plonked unceremoniously down on the seat.
His brow furrowed as he tried to remember more in his fogged up brain.

His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tap on the door. There was a noise of a key in the lock and the door opened. A pretty blonde haired woman popped her head into the room.

“I think he is alive.” The woman said entering, followed by another attractive woman pushing a cart into the room.
Arnie lifted his head and said “Hello” then groaned and lay back down again.

The blonde sat on the edge of the bed and looked down on Arnie.

“Too much fun last night?” she asked with sympathy in her voice.

Arnie mumbled something and put a pillow over his face. How could two lovely visions see him like this, at his worst? He’d just woken up and had a hell of a hangover!

Arnie protested as she pulled the pillow away and sat him up.

“Good morning Arnie, I’m Kendra and my friend over there is Joan. We are your Cabana Girls for your stay with us. We will look after you, clean your guest house, fetch and indulge you”

“Hi Arnie!” the other woman waved with a smile.

Arnie focused his eyes on the two women. Both of them were dressed the same in small triangle, shiny blue bikini tops and tight Daisy Duke denim shorts. Both were knock outs!

The blonde, Kendra, had sky blue eyes, shoulder length hair and was quite buxom almost spilling out of her bikini top.

The other girl, Joan was tall and lithe with long dark hair and sultry green bedroom eyes.
“Not the worst way to wake up,” Arnie mused. Too bad he felt like a reanimated cadaver!

“Ok. First things First. We need to get you back in fighting form. Time for Kendra’s hangover remedy.” Kendra said to him with a sweet smile.

Step 1 was 2 x Alka-Seltzer tablets in a glass of ice cold water and a lemon twist.
Arnie was dehydrated and chugged down the magic elixir. His stomach began to feel better almost immediately.

Step 2 was a small breakfast of scrambled eggs, crisp bacon and slightly burned toast. Joan soothingly explained as she fed him in bed, that the carbon on the toast would soak up those nasty alcohol by-products!

Step 3 was some strong coffee and Kendra handed him a small hash pipe. “Just a few hits. It will help smooth over the rough edges.”
Arnie was thoroughly enjoying the pampering and feeling better by the minute.

“Ready for Step 4 – a shower?” Joan asked as she cleared away his plate and refilled his coffee mug.

“I just realized I came down here with nothing but the clothes on my back.” Arnie said as he got to his feet.

“No worries that dresser over there is stocked with shirts and shorts. It’s real casual here.” Kendra said as she made his bed and mysteriously added, “Step 5 can wait.”

In the bathroom, Arnie found everything he needed. He brushed his teeth and took a long steamy hot shower and even decided to shave and trim his beard into a goatee. His handsome features were now visible in his freshly groomed and neat look.

With a towel around his waist, he came out of the bathroom but the women were gone!
He was disappointed for a moment, especially after all his grooming efforts, “Shit. I knew that was too good to be true.”

Then his stomach flipped in nervous excitement when he heard them talking outside. He went to the door and saw the girls were lying on Chaise Lounges on a patio area.

It dawned on him that he was not at the main house. He had been given his own small guest cottage that was on a pristine white beach. He went back inside and found a plain white tee shirt and some draw string sky blue shorts that were in his size. On a hat rack he spotted a straw cowboy hat and placed it on his head.

He also found his trusty old ray ban sunglasses on the bed side table. He put them on and stepped outside.
 
“Well look at you.” Joan greeted him and his new fresh look with approval.

“Born again bad.” Kendra added laughing and admiring him too.

Arnie playfully twirled in a circle for them and took in his surroundings at the same time. They were on the beach. A few other cottages could be seen in the distance. It was warm and sunny with a sea breeze. Looking behind the cottage, he saw a high bluff covered in trees and shrubs and on top was a large mansion.

“That’s Adrian Alexios’s place. He calls it Olympus.” Kendra told him.

“Want the 2 dollar tour of the island?” Joan asked.

They all hopped into the golf cart and for the next few hours, they showed Arnie around. It was a tropical paradise. The girls pointed out things of interest as they rode along the gravel roads. The island had lots to offer, swimming, snorkelling and deep sea fishing and an abundance of wildlife.

The trio made their way up the bluff road to Olympus. It lived up to its name Arnie thought. There were commanding views of the entire island, a large pool and a tennis court. Other than some staff doing chores, the place was deserted.

“Where is everybody?” Arnie asked.

“I think Logan and Adrian’s pilot are fishing and Adrian usually keeps to himself until late afternoon. You four are the only guests here at the moment.” Kendra replied.

“Adrian left word that drinks and dinner start at eight tonight, and don’t be late.” Joan laughed.

“Ugghh more drinks.” Arnie groaned. He was still slightly hung over and tired.

“Ladies if tonight is even half as wild as last night, I am going to need a nap. Could you take me back down to my guest house?”

“Aww poor baby, sure.” Joan said.

On the trip down, Arnie’s mind turned to these two very hot girls. They were friendly and flirtatious.

Hangovers always did make him think of sex for some strange reason… and of course… that made him horny! Nothing would be better than a little more hashish to loosen up and maybe have a little fun fucking one or even both of these amazing chicks.

He wondered if that was part of their duties as his cabana girls and how he could even broach the subject. He would just love to get down and dirty with these two beautiful babes!

Back at his cabin Kendra opened the door and Arnie flopped on the bed and let out a sigh. It was hot outside and the air-conditioning felt lovely.

“Anything we can do for you hon?” Joan asked.

“Some water and some more of that hash would be nice.” Arnie replied.

“We have something better than that,” Kendra laughed.

“How about a massage? My specialty” Joan offered.

“That would be wonderful.” Arnie sighed.

Arnie took off his shirt and rolled onto his stomach. Kendra returned from the small kitchen with a bottle of water and a tray. On the tray was a glass pipe and a small vial of golden liquid.

“Hash oil, this stuff is the bomb!” Kendra said with a smirk on her face. She got on the bed and prepared the pipe for Arnie.

Joan climbed onto Arnie and sat on the small of his back and began massaging his neck, shoulders and back. Her fingers felt amazing and not only relaxed him, but also tugged on his Horny scale making it creep higher and higher.

Kendra offered Arnie the glass bowl and heated it with a butane torch as he inhaled the potent vapors. Inhaling deeply, he held it in as long as he could, then exploded in a fit of coughing. It was indeed as good as Kendra had promised.
Both girls laughed and took hits for themselves.

Arnie took a few more hits, then sipped his water, very stoned and relaxed. By now, he was half lying and half sitting on his back. He basked in the attention of these angels in his room. He was getting very aroused again and Arnie’s mind raced, full of naughty ideas.

He thought silently to himself, “They are my cabana girls right? Didn’t they say they were here to indulge me?” He admired their breasts. They seemed to be straining against those small shiny blue triangles. Those perky nipples needed to be released.

In his stoned state, his hands reached out, almost dream-like and in slow motion. His palms found their targets. Those tits felt lovely and soft and the nipples were hard, like little pebbles. Each of his hands had two lovely pairs to play with. The girls were kneeling on the bed each side of him, pushing their breasts into his closest groping hand.

They moaned as he squeezed and pinched their nipples and eventually pulled the triangles to the side so he could play with their tits and look at them properly.

His desires were suddenly answered when Joan responded to his touches and began to tug down his shorts. Arnie shifted to help her and to show the girls his raging hard on.

‘Oh Arnie you are a big boy. Time for Step 5 of the Hangover Remedy I think,” Joan teased him and mused to Kendra.

“Not polite to point Arnie.” Kendra giggled to him and said to Joan, “Yes it is time for Step 5.”

The women began to undress as Arnie watched with a big stoned smile on his face.

Kendra’s breasts were amazing, round and full with small areolas and pert nipples. Just how he liked them. His gaze went further down her curvy body. She had a small blonde tuft of pubic hair and a jewelled ring in her belly button with a nice round ass. He couldn’t resist pulling her pubic hair while she giggled at him.

Joan was no slouch either! She was thinner than Kendra with a fashion model’s body. She had firm long legs and an ass to die for. And much to Arnie’s delight, she was completely shaved! He ran his fingers over her mons pubis. She was so smooth, no bristles at all.

With Arnie sitting up against the bed board, the girls got on the bed on either side of him and snuggled in close. An arm around each of them, Arnie played with their breasts as they took turns giving him lusty, passionate kisses.

Back in his glory days, he had done a few threesomes’ with two grand a night escorts but, he was usually too fucked up by drugs, to really enjoy them.

But this afternoon was different, he was sober enough to enjoy this troilism! He was pleasantly baked on hash oil, but this encounter, would be remembered and go in his personal highlight reel.

The girls wiggled free from his arms and enticingly moved down to his hard cock and began licking his shaft from the base up to the head. Arnie groaned in this double headed bliss.

“Mmmm, so this is Step 5 of their special Hangover Remedy,” he moaned with approval.

Their tongues intermingled sexily. Kendra cupped his balls and Joan pushed against his taint stimulating his prostate. His pre cum oozed and was greedily licked up. Joan went first and took him into her open mouth and sucked and stroked him then offered his slick hard cock to Kendra who did the same.
Over and over the girls took turns sucking him off.

Arnie gasped as Kendra opened his legs wider and began rimming his ass as Joan deep throated his hard shaft! It was too much and not wanting to blow his load too early he sat up and said, “My turn.”

Positioning Kendra on her back, he spread her legs and began licking her wet pussy. Her lips opened like a flower in bloom and oozed her nectar from within to feed his willing tongue.

Joan soon joined him and both of their tongues and fingers pleasured Kendra’s pussy and ass.
Arnie got his hard cock back under control. Then he moved, leaving Joan to continue to lick Kendra some more, and he climbed on top to fuck Kendra’s fine mammaries.

His cock was soon buried between Kendra’s big soft tits. He stroked back and forth in a steady fucking rhythm. Joan got up and opened the bed side drawer and handed Arnie a bottle of lube and a large pink vibrator. Then she climbed onto Kendra’s face, facing Arnie. Kendra obliged and began licking and sucking Joan’s bald pussy.

Opening the cap of the lube with his teeth, Arnie poured a generous amount in between Kendra’s tits. Clicking on the vibrator, he teased Kendra snatch folds and clit.

Joan wiggled her hips back and forth and kissed Arnie as Kendra was licking her pussy in a frenzy of need.

Once again the urge to cum was close for Arnie and he had to stop.
He got off Kendra and watched the girls began to form in a 69 position.

Turning his attention to Joan, he began to fuck her with the vibrator while Kendra licked and suckled on Joan’s clit.

Arnie was turned on beyond words. These two women were amazing and had no boundaries it seemed. He was living the fantasy of most men.

Two beautiful naked women were in his bed! His bed, performing like two wonderful sexy sluts! He felt like a kid in a candy store and they had only just got started!

Arnie upped the ante and naughtily but slowly pushed the vibrator against Joan’s ass hole. When she didn’t object, he pushed the toy into her anal passage. She grunted and moved to encourage him to push in deeper and deeper. So he did until she had taken all the toy into her body.
Both women were moaning sexily. They were primed and ready. It was time to start fucking them.

Arnie lay down beside the girls and they quickly got the idea. Joan sat on Arnie’s face and Kendra sucked him back to full erection before mounting him.

The girls began to kiss as Kendra lewdly gyrated up and down on Arnie’s cock. At first, it was a sexy rub, but then she put him inside her and fucked him slow.

Arnie tongue fucked Joan, exploring her delicious shaved pussy and played with Kendra’s swollen clitoris with his fingers and thumb.

Both women were moaning in unison. After a few minutes the girls swapped positions and Joan deep throated Arnie’s hard cock again before mounting him.

Kendra faced Arnie and climbed on to his face and grabbed his head and pushed down. Arnie got busy with Kendra’s very wet pussy. He slipped a wet finger into her ass for good measure.

“That’s it, that’s it Arnie! Don’t you fucking stop!” Kendra almost pleaded in ragged breaths.

Moments later, Kendra went rigid as a massive orgasm ripped through her. Her creamy cum coated his face.

She rolled off Arnie and collapsed next to him panting, covered in goose bumps. Her cheeks and breasts were blushing red in her peaked and satisfied state.

“You always cum first, you’re such a light weight Kendra.” Joan teased chuckling.

“Fuck you Joanie.” Kendra sighed, eyes closed and basking in her after glow.

“I do believe Doctor Ross is doing just that!” Joan countered.

Arnie laughed then rolled Joan over and pulled out. Yet again he was ready to cum and he wanted more.  He went down on her again licking and fingering both openings till he gained control of his cock for the third and last time. He was deliberately building up a major load so it would be an epic explosive experience for him.

Joan rolled over and got on her knees, offering the lust crazed Arnie her lovely ass.
Kendra who had recovered a bit rose up and put her chin on Joan ass and began to play with Joan’s clit.
Arnie got to his feet behind Joan and offered his cock to Kendra who gave him a lusty suck before he slipped into Joan’s wet pussy. Arnie pumped in and out slow and easy and every once and awhile slipped out and into Kendra’s waiting mouth again.

Pussy. Mouth. Pussy. Mouth. It was utterly indecent and very hot.

“Fuck her ass Doc, she loves it.” Kendra said with a wicked smile.

Arnie pulled out and Kendra lubed him up with an exquisite hand job. Then she delightfully spread Joan’s butt cheeks wide for him.

Arnie pressed into Joan’s tight ass with ease and began to slide in and out slow at first. Then he began to pick up the pace and pumped her good as his climax was coming on fast. Joan moaned at his incredible ass fucking.

Kendra found the vibrator and buzzed Joan’s clit to add to Joan’s lusty delight.

Joan moaned and began to fuck Arnie back, like a good little slut. She fucked and wiggled her ass and began to pound her fist on the bed as her orgasm started. She let out a loud moan that echoed and bounced off the cabins walls while her climax took her.

When she had calmed and finished, the top half of her body slumped into the bed clothes but her ass remained up for Arnie who continued to impale her.

Kendra slid off the bed and knelt by Arnie’s side as he fucked Joan’s ass in a frenzy.

“Cum on my tits baby,” Kendra cooed, pushing her big breasts together to entice and tempt him.

Arnie was both and pulled out and jammed his slick hard cock between Kendra’s tits. He gave one quick thrust before exploding and sending thick jets of hot cum all over Kendra’s tits and neck. He turned and sprayed some on Joan’s ass too for good measure. They looked fantastic with his globby cum on their bodies.

Kendra then took his cock into her mouth for a toe curling post cum blow job.

Twenty minutes later an exhausted but happy Arnold Ross sat shirtless on the patio smoking his first cigarette of the day. His cabana girls were in the shower.

He needed another shower too but that could wait. He liked being covered in their smell. He let out a big lazy yawn. He was ready for his nap.

“Shit it’s only Friday, I got two more days of this,” Arnie mused, justifying his laziness. “Maybe tomorrow I will go snorkelling, then again I might be hung over and in need of Kendra and Joan’s special Hangover Remedy.”

“Any way it plays out,” Arnie thought, “It was a win-win situation for the former Doctor Arnold Ross.” He took a big draw on his cigarette and stubbed it out in the ash tray.

He thought to go back inside and watch these two hot babes all wet and soap lathered in his shower. Suddenly, he felt a second wind of energy.

After such delightful hospitality, even though he was tired, the least he could do, as a gentleman, was to offer to wash their backs!

He smiled, stretched and walked back inside. “Yes, their backs,” he mused and headed towards the shower room.

The End.

[Brandybee]

3. Hangover Remedy.   Part 1  by Jayc

The man awoke from a deep sleep to the chimes of his cell phone alerting him to an incoming call. He groaned sleepily as he reached for it in the drawer of the bedside table. He realized it was not his regular ringtone which could only mean one thing. He was needed and he was needed now!
Pulling open the bed side drawer he grabbed his “burner” and answered.

“Yes?” He said, stifling a yawn.

“Grab your bag, we need your help. A car will be outside in a few.” The voice on the other end said. His tone was urgent but without emotion.

Twenty minutes later, Arnold Ross found himself in the back of a black Sports Utility Vehicle, being driven to… who knew where… with some dark and sinister men. 

He glanced at his watch. It was 3:15 AM! Ross didn’t recognize the driver but knew the other man in the front seat. His name was Logan but was known better by his Nickname “Bone Chiller.” He was a 250 pound, bald black man. He was the outfit’s most feared enforcer whose exploits were legendary in the underworld.

Once again, circumstance found Arnold Ross in the company of The Cartel’s most feared men.

The three men rode in silence interrupted only by Logan’s cell phone which he answered in brief, terse, one sentence replies to the person on the other end.

Ross knew better then to ask what was going on. Logan treated him with disdain and would tell him when he was good and ready.
After another update call, Logan turned around and spoke to him.
“Ok Doctor, and I use that term very loosely, we got three guys shot. Two are just winged but the third guy is real bad. It’s a gut shot.”  Logan said calmly.

“Gut shot? Christ Logan! He needs an emergency room!” Ross told him immediately.

“That’s a “no-can-do” Doc. They left a bunch of bodies on the road. Only a matter of time before they are found and then the Feds will be on it like stink on shit.” Logan informed him.

“What do you expect me to do with this?” Ross held up his small medic and first aid kit. He felt panicked. Failure was always dealt with harshly in this crime syndicate.

“Calm down Doctor Ross. You will have what you need when we get there.” Logan replied

“Mind if I smoke?” Ross asked reaching into his shirt pocket. He was wide awake now and anxious.

“Yes I do mind! It’s bad for your health Doc.” Logan laughed

An hour later, the SUV slowed and turned off the road. Ross saw the sign of the place, “GROVE ANIMAL HOSPITAL.” As they drove in slow, he could see horse stables and kennels and lots of small buildings in the moonlight. The place was huge and far off the main road.

One of Logan’s men suddenly appeared in the roadway and his shadowy figure guided them behind a large barn.

“The owner is a friend. The place is closed on Sundays so we have the place to ourselves.” Logan told Ross as they parked.

They were met by a worried looking older gentleman who introduced himself as Ronan Meld, the owner of the animal hospital and the local veterinarian. He asked, “You the surgeon?”

Ross nodded and followed the nervous Veterinarian into the building.

“I can patch up these two,” the Vet pointed to the wounded men sitting in chairs, “but this guy is out of my expertise.”

Ross could hear the man moaning, even over the din of barking dogs who had been disturbed by all the commotion. Arnold Ross closed the door to the operating room. He did a quick examination of the man and checked all his vitals. He was in bad shape and it would be touch and go if he made it.

“He is going to bleed out. We’re going to need plasma and lots of it. Do you know his blood type?” Ross knew what he had to do, but wasn’t sure if Lady Luck would shine down on his patient.

“Way ahead of you. It will be here in about 5 minutes. Best get started Doc!” Logan told him and ordered his men to watch out for the incoming car carrying the blood supply.
Ross ordered a couple of men to wash and disinfect their hands from the elbows down.

“You have just become my assistants,” he informed their shocked faces. “Now do exactly what I say.  Ronan I need your surgical instruments. Where are they?”

Ronan answered, “Behind you. Just pull the drawers out. They are all sterilized and ready to go including surgical needles, staplers, clips and surgical threads.”

“Perfect,” Ross was pleased by what he saw and the state and quality of the equipment on offer to use.
Then he set to work, using his surgical skills, to save this man’s life.

Five exhausting hours later, Dr Arnold Ross sat on a folding chair taking in the morning air, sipping a much needed coffee. His hands and clothes were still blood stained and he stunk of sterilizing fluids.

“Well?” Logan asked as he walked up.

“The bullet went clean through, but he had lots of secondary trauma. I stopped the bleeding though, and cleaned and stitched him up. The big worry now is infection and other complications could arise. He needs better care than this place.”  Ross told him. He rubbed his face exhausted.

“Can we move him?” Logan asked.

“Not by car. Have you got an ambulance?” Arnold replied.

“His father’s helicopter is inbound with two real doctors. We got to get him out of the country now.” Logan said.

“His father’s helicopter?” Ross queried. Who the hell had he just saved? Not just anyone had a helicopter!
Logan grinned at Ross’s puzzled expression. “Yes, you just saved the boss’s son’s life!” Logan said letting the words sink in.

The helicopter arrived and landed. It sat in the field as Logan’s men loaded the patient on. Ross briefed the doctors and handed them the X-rays and his notes. Logan and Ross watched the helicopter rise up and leave for an unknown destination.

There was a flurry of activity suddenly as Logan’s crew began work to remove all traces of their presence. Ronan Meld was suitably compensated and the Black SUV pulled up for Arnold Ross.
He got in the back with his sinister escorts once more.

Logan handed Ross a fat envelope and said, “Use some of this money to get a haircut and some new clothes. You look a mess! Try to look the part Doc, you degenerate.”

The former Doctor Arnold Ross rode home tired but giddy with exhaustion and pleased with how the operation had gone. He kept patting the 1 inch thick envelope in his coat pocket.

This bonus money was a Godsend! He was up to his neck with the loan sharks yet again.
He told himself over and over, this was going to be the last time but deep down he knew his lack of self-control would get the better of him again like it always did. He was a gambling addict!

In a former life he had been a successful surgeon, a pillar of the community but that darker side of his addictive personality always lurked.
He loved drinking, drugs, gambling and high end call girls!

His downfall began when he met some like-minded colleagues and together they opened a Pain Clinic in rural Florida. In reality it was a “pill mill” and their greed of easy money was too much of a temptation. They prescribed and dispensed powerful narcotics as pain medications totally inappropriately or for non-medical reasons to their patients and made a fortune from them or their medical insurances.

Things went south when the Feds eventually became suspicious of these activities and began snooping around and one of his partners went state evidence and sold them all down the river to save his own sorry ass.

Prescription drug overdoses were placed as the second leading cause of accidental death behind traffic crashes and painkillers as the top narcotic contributing to death. They should have seen it coming!

Ross was investigated and charged with “drug trafficking.” He was found guilty and spent 2 years in prison with a forfeiture of almost all his assets. His medical license was revoked and it left him in his current state.

He lived in a small apartment and his only income came from being a “fix it” doctor for a crime cartel and of course his occasional gaming win.

It could be worse; the retainer fee they paid him was decent and regular. Sometimes months would pass before they needed his services. This left him lots of free time to pursue his vices.

The cartel found him useful and trustworthy. The payment of his retainer came with one big stipulation. He was on call 24/7. A missed call would mean trouble. And trouble meant dealing with Logan – AKA Bone Chiller.
   
A few weeks later Ross was lounging by the apartment complex pool in the warm sun like a basking lizard, when his burner phone chimed an incoming call. The tune indicated it was them again.

“Yes?” Ross answered.
“Get dressed. I’ll pick you up in an hour.” Logan’s familiar voice ordered.

“Ok.” Ross said but the line was already dead.

Two hours later, Arnold Ross found himself in down town Miami on an elevator with Logan heading up to the top penthouse.

Logan had not said much to him the entire car ride and Ross’s heart was pounding.
He had a good idea who he was about to meet and wondered if he would leave alive.
Had that young man survived his impromptu surgery?
His head was spinning with unanswered questions. He was worried.

The door opened and Logan and Ross were greeted by an armed bodyguard.
Logan handed the man his gun and the bodyguard patted down Ross for a weapon. Satisfied the men were unarmed he made a call then let the men pass.

Logan led the way to a massive living room. There were a few men Ross did not recognize standing by a bar.
The lone figure looking out at the cityscape, Ross recognized at once.
He was Adrian Alexios, a Greek and the undisputed leader of this Europe/USA crime cartel.
He was also the Big Boss who paid his retainer.

Alexios slowly turned to face his new company and nodded at Logan in acknowledgement. Logan nodded respectfully back. The Greek’s gaze then scrutinized Ross for a long time in silence.

He took a few steps closer and put on pair of glasses that hung around his neck with a gold chain. He kept staring at Ross as if he was scrutinising a new and expensive painting.

Arnold Ross’s appearance clashed with the room. All the other men were immaculately dressed and groomed in their suits and crisp white shirts.

Ross, however, was wearing a short sleeved shirt that had a splurge of smudged colours. It looked like a confused Milky Way's Galactic Center in the night sky. As if that wasn’t bad enough, he had chosen to wear a pair of tattered grey knee length shorts that had large white petalled flowers on and black flip flops. His hair was long and his face unshaved for at least a week. A pair of Ray ban shades were propped on his head. His appearance wasn’t unlike that of Jeff Bridges as “The Dude” Lebowski in The Big Lebowski.

After a long pause, Alexios finally spoke. “This is the guy?” He said amazed, with a heavy Greek accent.

Logan nodded.

“He looks like a hippie beach bum!” Alexios laughed at his own joke and approached Ross.
He shook Ross’s hand firmly while his cronies also began to laugh sycophantically with him.

Alexios then got serious, grasping Ross’s hand, “You saved my boy’s life. My Doctors down south tell me you did excellent work. I am in your debt.”

Putting his arm around Ross’s shoulders, he led him to the bar, “Let’s have a drink…your name?”

“Ross, Arnold Ross, but my friends call me Arnie,” Ross said with a grin and a feeling of relief washed over him. Nothing was going to happen to him. It seemed the Boss liked him, for now, at least.

“Arnie, Arnold… like Arnold Schwarzenegger, the actor in The Terminator.”  Alexio smiled. “But you are not a Terminator. You are Arnie, Arnie The Sustainer of life.” Alexios said warmly. “I will call you Arnie.” 

On instruction from Alexios, the barman poured them both two shot glasses of spirits, a double Glenfiddich Whiskey and a Grey Goose Vodka. 

Alexios clinked his whiskey glass with Ross’s and toasted him, “To Arnie The Sustainer. Thank you for my Son’s life.”

They both drank the whiskey in one chug. Alexios slammed his empty shot glass down on the bar counter and watched smiling as Arnie copied him.

With the vodka drinks in hand, the men wandered outside to a terrace and sat at a table. The view was impressive. It was 30 stories high with the ocean to the east and the setting sun to the west.

“So it’s fair of me to presume, your son is recovering well?” Arnie asked sipping his vodka.

“Yes, yes, he is improving every day. He is down in the islands far away from prying eyes and any unwanted attention of the law.” Alexios answered. He paused and then continued, “It is tragic when things like this happen. If people did business like adults and not… what’s the word mmm… cowboys…like cowboys, we would all be better off.” Alexios sighed and added thoughtfully, “But then again, if that were true, I would have no need for you or Logan!” Alexios joked.

Everybody laughed even Logan.

Alexios’s bodyguard suddenly came out and whispered in Alexios’s ear. The crime boss listened then nodded.

“Arnie, back to the reason I wanted to see you. You handled that situation with my son like a professional and that pleases me very much. I would therefore, like to reward you for your efforts and show you my thanks. I want you to go to my private island in the Bahamas with Logan. I want you to enjoy yourself. Treat what’s mine as yours for the whole weekend. That is, if you are free of commitment of course? If so, we could do this another time?” Alexios said smiling.

Arnie couldn’t believe his ears. Him? Busy? A weekend at a private island!
“No. No, nothing I can’t get out of.” Arnie shook his head and laughed, not wanting to sound too over eager.

“Alright then. The jet is ready and my car is waiting for us down stairs.” Alexios informed him.

Arnie rang his neighbor to take care of his place and told her he’d be out of town for the weekend.

Soon after, he was high in the clouds above the Caribbean and the mood in the plane was downright festive.
Alexios kept the drinks coming and even Logan had had an attitude replacement. He was actually being nice to Arnie for a change.

A splendid dinner was served and the three men exchanged humorous stories and anecdotes from their youth. The boss and employee roles seemed to vanish the drunker they got. It was more like three buddies on a good time weekend trip.

Arnie was feeling relaxed and happy. Emotions he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He knew this was going to be a weekend to make good memories and he was going to make the most of it.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

2. A Wolves Sweet Butt.   Part 2  by Brandybee. 

The Rockster was an impressive man at 49. He was 6ft tall, dark and handsome with a dark goatee beard. He was proportionately built and time in the prison gym had given him a muscular physique women would swoon at.  Add that to tight fitting jeans, his black leather patched jacket over his black tee shirt and wild-boy tattoos, he was a potent specimen to the opposite sex.

He looked at the “Sweet Butts” provided for him and liked what he saw.  An MFF was most men’s fantasy and he was going to enjoy them for sure.

Stiletto and Malana stared in awe at him and then introduced themselves. Stiletto moved first and pulled him by the hand to the centre of the room. She dropped to her knees, opened his fly and brought his cock out to her velvet mouth. She was certainly experienced for she flattened her tongue and slowly licked from the base to the tip. As she did so, she looked up at The Rockster with doe eyes. Her technique was utterly incredible and obscene. He hardened instantly as he watched and felt that naughty tongue.

Malana moved behind him and slowly began to undress him. Each item she slowly removed was folded carefully and placed on a nearby chair.
He allowed the girls to suggestively touch him, stroke him and run their hands over his body whilst his eyes feasted on their curves. His eyes lingered on their breasts, their pussies and their rounded bottoms. He allowed the indecency and sensuality of the moment to wash over him. He enjoyed the simmering need that began to bubble in his blood, along with those sweet, soft lips and teasing tongue on his penis.
He resisted as long as he could but 10 years without regular sex, took its toll on a guy and now his brain was registering total lust. All other coherent thought was tossed aside.

He grabbed both girl’s wrists and growled to Stiletto, “Get on the bed doggy style. You,” He pointed to Malana, “Stand in front of me and open up your pussy for me Sweety, I want to see everything!”

Both girls realised, they were in the company of a strong alpha male intent on mating. This excited them and they found their pussies become wet and had that willing ache in response to him.

Stiletto got on the bed, forehead down on the mattress, with her naked ass in the air. Her arousal was immediately obvious, her labia were puffed, red and wet with desire.

Malana stood in front, touching and fondling herself. She sexily removed her boots in such a way that an experienced stripper would be proud. Then she opened up her pussy for him.

“Beautiful.” The Rockster murmured and he rubbed his cock head in Stiletto’s slit, coating himself in her juice. Then he could wait no more. In one mighty thrust, he entered and claimed Stiletto’s tight little pussy.

Stiletto shrieked at his sudden and unexpected rough possession. At the same time he growled with carnal lust. Her pussy walls pressed onto his shaft as he stretched her open. He gripped her hips and what followed was a raw, hard and urgent fuck. He went at her like a jack hammer.
He did not give a thought if he bruised her or caused her discomfort, nor did he even see that sexy little butt plug! Right now she was a fresh pussy to use and claim. And use and claim and fill was his full, obscene intent!

Back and forth he battered her pussy. Gripping her hips to hold her in place, occasionally slapping each butt cheek in alternate spanks to redden and instil in this sexy little wolf-slut who was in charge. His eyes skimmed over Stiletto’s lovely form but settled on Malana’s performance and pussy.

Stiletto loved this man’s lust. She had never felt such a strong desire for her before. It turned her on so much and her heart allowed a little of him inside. She moaned and groaned at each deep thrust into her willing body. She pushed her face into the bed clothes and pushed her ass up for him as high as she could. She had both hands palm down by her head to keep her balance in his forceful taking and whispered, “Yes, Fuck me! Oh Rockster, fuck me hard.”

Malana meanwhile was standing up, leaning with her shoulders against the wall above the bedstead. The Rockster watched her thrusting and circling her pussy at him as he fucked her friend.

She planted her feet wide enough to keep her balance from the robust, mating-rock on the bed. She opened her pussy with her fingers and pushed her clitoris hood aside so the little swollen bud could be seen. The smooth wet pink inner flesh displayed enticingly to The Rockster.
She moaned, licked her lips, began to rudely suck her finger and then rub her clit. She caught sight of herself in the dressing mirror behind The Rockster. She saw how shockingly erotic she looked. She was acting like an obscene and sexy little bitch on heat, just how the Wolf biker wanted and intended her to be!

The fresh drugs and alcohol shots in her system kicked in. They gave her a warm glow as she lost her inhibitions. She let herself sink into the sound of the music playing in the room and sexily masturbated for the man before her. She felt his eyes on her. She felt him looking at her intimate body parts. She felt his admiring leers and lusty approval. It gave her confidence to do more, to perform for him, like never before and behave like a sexy temptress to entice him to take her just as hard as he was taking Stiletto. She rubbed her breasts for him and repeatedly pulled and released her nipples with one hand, whilst the other messed with her pussy and built her wet passion. She licked her lips and pouted seductively.

The Rockster loved her sexy performance and the way Stiletto felt on his cock. By now Stiletto was also rubbing at her clitoris with a furious determination. It was so fucking hot! With a loud guttural growl he released that pent up cum that had been building up since seeing the scantily dressed Sweet Butts. It rocketed up from his balls, up his cock and right into Stiletto’s depths.

At the same time, Stiletto had felt him change his rhythm and knew he was close. She rubbed her clit harder and moaned loudly. When The Rockster ejaculated, it ignited the simmering embers of her own orgasm and she burst into a bright climactic flame. She screamed his name shrilly as her pussy convulsed and her legs quivered.

The Rockster continued to erupt from his cock until he eventually collapsed on top of Stiletto. He needed a minute or two to enjoy the aftermath of his own ecstasy and the time to catch his breath. Stiletto didn’t mind. She liked this man on top of her. She knew she liked him more than she should and a little of her dared hope, in time, he might feel the same.

Malana knelt down by him and slowly stroked his head. Her pussy was still throbbing from her self-play and the thrill of a man watching her. She needed him badly.

The Rockster suddenly looked up and smiled at both girls.

“Stiletto, clean me up Sweetheart. Get me ready for Round 2,” He sat on the bed and placed the pillows at his back on the headboard. “Malana come here baby, feed me that pussy.”
Stiletto moved to his lap and began her best fellatio ever. She seductively kissed, and licked and nibbled on his fine manhood. She tasted their union, teasing her taste buds into salivating all over him.

Malana planted her feet each side of him and thrust her intimate lips to his mouth. He French kissed her, open lipped with protruding tongue. The heat and indecency of the situation made her secrete her excitement. Her unique nectar glazed his tongue and mouth. She felt the wonder of this tongue explore all her folds and his goatee beard graze her skin. She gasped when she felt his thumbs part her labia wide, so he could access her even more.  She ground her forehead on the wall, shutting her eyes and enjoying The Rockster’s oral claiming of her pussy. God, he felt amazing!

Stiletto stroked his cock kissing and licking his balls. The Rockster was in heaven with a face full of pussy and a face buried in his crotch.
Both Sweet Butts were very beautiful and desirable woman. Each had perfect curves and he appreciated their sexy and revealing underwear that accentuated their fuckable bodies.

The Rockster’s tongue licked Malana’s furrow and his fingers stretched out her pussy lips ever further to examine and explore her. As he suckled her clitoris, she arched into his face losing herself in the moment. Malana moaned as the pleasurable sensations washed over her. He began to use alternate moves, of looking, spitting and French kissing her sex. Flushed and panting, her fingers found his hair and she fisted her hands.
His teases were too much and she heard him chuckle when she moaned loudly and impatiently ground her pussy to his mouth. Her excitement intensified and she pulled and bunched on his hair as she used his face for her own selfish needs.

She pressed her pussy into his face, circling her hips, her back arched, so her breasts thrust upwards towards the ceiling. Her hands pulled his head on to her. She shut her eyes, passion building and then The Rockster fingered her. Malana gasped when she felt him inside her for the first time. His fingers were cool in her wet heat, pushing in, curling forward, touching her sweet G spot. She flooded her need and moaned aloud all the more.

Malana looked down and saw him expertly working his magic on her pussy. The intimacy of this new man, her first Wolf sucking on her minge, the thrill of him nuzzling her black, freshly trimmed pubic hair was breath taking. She would remember this moment forever. She held his head, grinding on his face. It was so exciting, so pleasurable, such a turn on and then it hit.

Her orgasm suddenly flung her over that sexual cliff edge. It was strong, it was powerful and it shook her legs and convulsed her pussy. She screamed in release and collapsed against the wall. Then she slowly sank down beside The Rockster. He stroked the hair from her face and kissed her soundly as she lay down beside him. Then he kneaded and bunched her breasts and suckled her while Stiletto continued to worship his manhood.

Stiletto sexily fondled his cock, his balls and perineum, that sensitive strip of skin between the penis and the anus. She pressed hard but painlessly in that area and felt the root of his penis under the skin. As she intimately massaged him, she pushed her lips over his crown and gave him a shallow cock suck at the same time. The ambidextrous talent of her hands of one wanking his shaft and one massaging his cock base, with the sexy combination of the heat of her mouth suckling him soon caused him to become rock hard again.

Her incredible tongue explored the ridges and roundness of his cockhead and scooped at his little slit opening. She felt his hips begin to sexually circulate in response to her. It encouraged her to rim and tongue fuck that little hole and eventually she was rewarded in tasting his precum mixed in with her saliva.

“Mmmm,” Stiletto moaned in appreciation of his special male secretion and felt her own body flush with feminine heat. This man sexually excited her so much.

Stiletto moved into a better position between his legs to lick and kiss The Rockster’s length. She worshipped his cock and pushed his legs apart. She sexily moved underneath to nuzzle his balls. She heard him groan when her hair brushed his exposed inner thighs and the underside of his cock. Then she kissed upwards to his cock tip and began a steady deep head fuck on him, moving up and down. With each stroke she slipped deeper and deeper onto him until he was poking and then fucking into her throat.

Stiletto collapsed her cheeks for added pressure on his cock and sexily but gently grazed her teeth on him to increase the sensations that caused his body to shudder. She drooled over him as his cock stretched into her throat and she cupped and massaged his balls.
The Rockster loved what she was doing and was very tempted to blast all his cum into her throat and over her face and tits but Stiletto had had her quota of his cum for now. He wanted to share with Malana.

He tapped Stiletto on the head and beckoned her to move up and kiss him on the lips.
He looked at Malana, “Ride me baby. Show me what a good Sweet Butt you are like Stiletto has. See how hard she’s made me for you.” He smiled at her as she knelt astride him.

He held his dick straight for her and moaned as she aimed her pussy opening on him. She ground on his cockhead tip to scent him in her juice and to tease him. He watched intently and enjoyed the tightness of this new pussy when she lowered herself to take him all in. Soon she was impaled and full of The Rockster’s cock.
“Mmmm,” he groaned. “Now fuck me baby!”

Malana did. She was so excited and creamed by his mouth. She needed him. Enthusiastically she fucked him and shut her eyes. She felt his fingers successfully search for her clitoris and rub her as she rode him. Her tits were bouncing for him, her pussy was throbbing for him and the butt plug in her ass teased her need even more on to a higher plane.

Satisfied that Malana was pleasuring her own need as well as his, The Rockster turned his attention to Stiletto. He kissed her on the mouth, taking his time to enjoy, fondling her breasts one handed, before moving down to suckle those magnificent tits.

Still rubbing Malana’s pussy with one hand, he indicated for Stiletto to get in a kneeling position so he could watch her fuck his hand. He dipped two fingers into her pussy and watched both ladies fuck, one on his cock and one on his two fingers. His thumbs remained still on each pussy as the women masturbated themselves against it. It was one of the most incredibly sexy and obscene sights he had ever seen.
He could tell they were as excited as him for while they gyrated, they moaned and eagerly sex danced just for him.
“I want your cum ladies,” He panted. They were driving him wild in this aroused state.

And then it happened. In perfect sync, the trio reached their sexual pinnacle at the same time and burst their dams within seconds of each other. All roared as their cum rushed from their bodies.
Malana moaned and flooded and convulsed all over his cock.
Stiletto groaned and flushed and fluttered all over his fingers and hand.
The Rockster growled and shot his load up into Malana, drenching her insides with his creamy rich semen.

They were all lost in their sea of pleasure, the experience of this amazing threesome forever imprinted in their memory.
The girls eventually flopped down on The Rockster spent for now. They panted deeply while they caught their breath. He chuckled at them but also felt the same lazy happiness and glow. He held their semi-nude bodies close to him.

“I’ll give you a rest for now ladies, but I want more and soon,” he laughed at them.
“Can we eat first?” Malana grinned back, a satisfied look in her eye. “Then we will let you find our hidden jewels.”

“Good idea,” Stiletto agreed and reached for the mobile at the side of the bed. “Who wants what? I’ll give our orders to Ebony. She’ll fetch for us.”
“I’ll have an ice cold beer, chicken and mayo club sandwich and a Mars bar,” The Rockster ordered laughing and then added inquisitively, “Mmm what hidden jewels?”

All this just reminded him how much he loved his club and brothers – bikes, sex, leathers, sex, Sweet Butts, sex, food, sex and beer – what more could a guy ask for!

Stiletto giggled, “You’ll find out soon enough Rockster,” and gave him a sexy kiss full of promise.
Malana giggled with her friend. Her own future looked sweeter than it had yesterday.

Malana decided she might just stop the drugs now. She wasn’t an addict after all. She was just enjoying herself. Tomorrow she would stop and clean up. She had a job now as a Sweet Butt for The Night Wolves. She had already met a nice guy called Arson and in time he might like her too. They could get together, live the dream of a beautiful house and white picket fence, with a room for his bike of course and maybe start a family.

The door knocked and brought Malana out of her reverie. She answered it for them and took the generously stacked tray of food and drinks and nibbles from Ebony.
“Enjoy,” Ebony told her.
“We will,” Malana told her and slid her eyes in the direction of The Rockster whilst still facing Ebony and mouthed “Wow.”

Ebony understood immediately and looked behind Malana at the naked Rockster on the bed. He looked delicious and she hoped she would have her turn with him soon. Reluctantly, she shut the door once more to give the trio their privacy.
Malana turned, placed the tray on the bed and they all tucked in hungrily.

“So are you girl’s going to tell me about your hidden jewels?” The Rockster was intrigued by their admission and teasing comment.
Both of the Sweet Butts laughed and shook their heads, “Nope… you have to find them yourselves!”
The Rockster burst out laughing with them and vowed, “Ladies, I think you know I will.”
“We are banking on it,” Stiletto teased. “First you eat though to keep up your strength!”

In answer, just like a Wolf ripping into his food, The Rockster growled loudly. Then he took a big bite from his club sandwich, shook his head from side to side and bared his teeth.
The afternoon was still young and the women giggled at him flirtatiously.
The Rockster smiled back and swigged his cold beer. After 10 years away, he was home!

The Alpha Wolf had his females in his den and he had a lot of time to make up for. He intended to use these Sweet Butts until they curled up from exhaustion. Little did they realise that long daily hours in the gym had given him a lot of stamina. He was full and over flowing with good things to come!

One thing was a sure bet. When he had finished, these young Sweet Butts would sleep well and they would be stiff and tender the next day!
They would forever breathe his name with a dreamy, wistful look on their faces whenever they thought of him or spoke of this day.

The Rockster was indeed home and living up to his name.

The End.

[Brandybee]

2. A Wolves Sweet Butt.  Part 1  by Brandybee.

She awoke from her deep sleep and her mouth was dry. It tasted like a sweaty bear’s armpit and she tried with limited success to encourage saliva into her mouth.  She licked her dry lips needing a drink.
“What a night!”  She groaned and looked around her surroundings and groaned.
Yet another room she didn’t recognise!

Sleeping bodies were strewn on the floor, sofas and anywhere that was remotely comfortable. Empty bottles of beer and cheap wine littered everywhere along with needles and tea spoons which was evidence of the drug fuelled parties she found herself at lately. She didn’t recognise these people, not really. Some were just acquaintances she knew who seemed to find themselves at the same drug houses.

She wasn’t an addict though. She was just enjoying herself. Tomorrow she would stop, clean up, find a job, meet a nice guy and live the dream of a beautiful house and white picket fence and maybe start a family.
She looked at the man lying next to her on a mattress in the corner of the room. He was snoring, asleep on his stomach and his arm was lying across her chest. She had no idea who the hell he was and he was naked!

She was wearing a leather bodice, half tied and open at the front in a criss-cross fashion down the centre, a leather mini skirt that matched with same criss-crossed design on the side of her hips.

“Shit” she cussed as she realised that she had lost her panties again and most likely had had sex with this man. She saw used condoms and a few panties in the scattered items on the floor.
She couldn’t even remember which were hers. She slid from the mattress on the floor and luckily found her shoulder bag beside where she had been lying along with her black thigh high boots. At least that was something!
 
She stepped over the sleeping people and found her way to the bathroom and freshened up as best as she could. She drank tap water from her cupped hands, swilled her mouth out, rubbed her teeth with her finger and washed her face.

In her bag she always carried mints to freshen her breath; face wipes to clean off her old make-up and lately to wipe her used pussy; mascara, eyeliner, lipstick and blusher to make her look and feel semi human again; a hair brush to tidy up her hair and twist it in a fresh bun again on top of her head. Wisps of hair fell down by her ears. Her youth made her attractive but on this chosen and self-destructive life path, in another 5 years, she would look older than her 21 years and much more haggard.

She straightened her clothes. She looked like a whore in the day light, especially with no panties but it wasn’t the first time she had had to make her way back to her bedsit in these circumstances.

She returned to the room and searched a few coats and bags and found enough loose change to catch the bus home. It wasn’t exactly stealing. They would do it to her if they had woken first. She couldn’t find her jacket anywhere so took a red and black hoody top. It was a little large but actually looked quite nice on her. She decided to keep it. She needed something to cover her on the journey home and zipped it up and slipped out the front door of the crack house.

She walked a little unsteady on her high heeled black boots as the drink and drugs still swam in her blood stream. Luckily she recognised where she was and after a 15 minute walk, she found the bus stop she wanted and waited. The sun warmed her body but was too bright for her eyes this morning especially after the night before. She squinted and felt the faint throb of a headache and the beginnings of cramps in her tummy telling her it was time for her next fix.

She hadn’t got anything else left to sell and wondered if she could pick pocket a purse or wallet on the way to the clinic. She had regular check-ups for sexually transmitted diseases and was given clean needles on the programme she had signed up for.
Suddenly a motor bike pulled up and a large silhouette of a man in leathers cast her in shadow. She recognised him immediately. He was Arson, an old friend who always seemed to turn up when she needed him.

“Get on the bike!” He ordered. He wasn’t one to mess with. He threw her a spare helmet and she did as she was told.
“Arson, I can…” she began to explain.

“Forget it, I don’t want to hear it,” he hissed and revved the bike to drown out her sorry explanation.
The bike was big between her legs and she felt the thrill of the vibrations shake her bare pussy and clitorisf as they touched the leather seat. She clung to his back and felt safe when she was with him. She shut her eyes, breathed in the smell of his leather jacket and let the feeling wash over her.

She could easily have an orgasm whilst holding him, but didn’t want her pussy sensitive for the smear tests she was about to endure. She bit her lip and thought about the least sexual thing she could conjure up in her mind. Banana Slugs! Yes Banana Slugs would do it! So called because of their yellow colouring – big, slimy, sliding slugs!

He seemed to know her schedule for the clinic as he headed there. When she got off the bike to go in, he said, “I’ll be back in 2 hours. Wait for me. Make sure they give you the certificate to show you are clean.”

“Yes Sir,” she mocked him and saluted. She giggled when his brow furrowed and he growled. She knew behind his shades that his eyes were narrowed in warning. Still smiling, she turned, deliberately wiggled her butt and walked in to the clinic’s reception.

She registered her attendance and then her thoughts returned to Arson. He was about 11 years older than her, really attractive and a hard man. He belonged to the local biker gang who controlled the area and protected the businesses. They were known as “Night Wolves” and were no doubt either involved with running those business or made them pay protection money to the gang. The Wolves had been here years and were well established in the community.

Arson had come across her in her teens when she had arrived in the town, having run off from an abusive home. She was about to be attacked by some feral youths she had stolen from and he had saved her. He had found her a bedsit to live and let her folks know at home, she was safe and wasn’t coming back. She wasn’t entirely sure what he had said to them, but they had never tried to contact or trace her since.

He had just told her that when he was ready, he would collect on the debt she owed him. That day hadn’t come yet and he had done so much for her over the years. She would willingly follow him to the gates of hell and back. He was her protector and Guardian Angel.
The clinic nurse called her in to a private medical room. She was allowed to shower quickly and for the next 20 minutes or so she was subjected to blood tests and various mouth, anal and vaginal smears tests. She was processed, given new clean needles and condoms and told that the results would be ready in about 90 minutes.

Sure enough, about that time the nurse came out smiling with her certification. She had a clean bill of health this time.
Next came the lectures and leaflets about her risky lifestyle and she should seek help for her addiction.
She wasn’t an addict though, she told the nurse who smiled sadly. She was just enjoying herself. Tomorrow she would stop, clean up, find a job, meet a nice guy and live the dream of a beautiful house and white picket fence and maybe start a family.

She skipped out of the clinic and saw Arson was outside as promised. She waved the certificate triumphantly at him and ran to him for a hug. He hugged her with one large arm still sitting on his bike.
“You passed then?” He confirmed.
She nodded excitedly and put the certificate and leaflets safely in her bag.

“Good,” he said. “We have a brother returning home today. One important brother. Hun, I’m collecting on the debt you owe me.” He waited to see how she would react.
Her heart skipped a beat. “What kind of thing am I expected to do?”
“Nothing you haven’t been doing already.” He answered her gruffly. “Entertain. Not refuse any sexual favours and this bits optional, it’s up to you if you want to drink and take drugs.”
“But not the sex. The sex isn’t optional,” She said flatly.
“That’s right. It’s a party Hun and you get a free meal and drug fixes. You are there for the brothers and guests.”

She swallowed. Suddenly she felt cheap and for the first time realised the downward spiral her life was taking. Before when she had been partying, she had taken drugs, drank liquor and had had sex a plenty but only if she had felt like it. It was her choice. Now she was being told to attend a party for that very purpose. That made her nothing more than a common whore.
“And if I don’t want to?” She asked, slightly curious.
“Malana,” He used her full name, “You don’t refuse a Night Wolves request.”
“No, I don’t suppose you do. Will you be there?” She asked hopefully.
“Yes. A brother is being released from the clink. We will all be there.”

“What time do you need me?” She wanted to know her schedule, to plan her day between fixes. She would need to see her dealer.
“Oh, you are coming with me now. I don’t trust you to turn up on time. I can already see your brain ticking over for your next fix.”
She felt a panic begin to rise in her, the cramps in her stomach were getting worst. She needed that fix.
“But… but…” She began to protest.
“Get on the bike, Mal. We can sort you out back at “The Barn.” He threw her the helmet and she sat astride his bike, still fastening it and forcing herself to again think of Banana slugs, as he revved on purpose and roared off.

The Barn was the club house where the Biker group hung out. It was out the way, in a rural part of town, and was heavily guarded by the biker brothers. The line of bikes outside, in the fenced yard, were expensive and impressive.

She entered the club house. Other women were there, hanging close to their leather clad biker friends and lovers. They looked at her with mild interest and saw she was with Arson.

The men greeted each other. One of the women got up to make Arson and Malana coffee and a sandwich.
Arson spoke to one member of the club who then took Mal to a back room to receive a controlled heroine fix. A short time later she returned to Arson relaxed and happy.

“You belong to The Night Wolves now Hun.” He told her. “No more running the streets. You are a Sweet Butt for us. Maybe one day someone will choose you as their Old Lady.” Arson pushed her plate with her sandwich and a fresh coffee in front of her. “Now Eat.”

Malana smiled at him, buoyed by her recent heroin fix. She was glad Arson had finally bought her into the club. So she wasn’t a whore then after all. Now she would belong somewhere and would have the protection of the Night Wolves. Her life had been pretty much chaotic and getting worst with no real direction before this. Now she would have a family. Now she was in his world at last and a Wolves Sweet Butt.
She ate her sandwich and looked at Arson. “Thank you. Thank you for looking after me. I won’t let you down.”

Arson smiled down at her. His protective instinct always kicked in with her. She was a small pretty little thing. He would see after tonight. Maybe he would make her his “Old Lady” one day, but first he needed to see if she had the loyalty and stamina to be worthy of that honour.

By that afternoon, the old authentic jukebox had been stocked up with the latest hits and the women had decorated The Barn with “Welcome Home” banners and balloons. The bar had been stocked up with beers, wines and liquors by the men and the food had been collected for the buffet later that night. All was set for “The Rockster’s” return.

Malana had helped out and was introduced to some of the other “Sweet Butts.”
She took instruction and worked alongside Stiletto, 23 years and Ebony, 24 years who quickly pointed out the Old Ladies and their men. They explained to her, she did not speak to them unless spoken to, did as she was told by them or any of the Wolves and if she was used for sex, afterwards she carried on like nothing happened. The Wolves couldn’t abide jealous women and the Old Ladies would not like transgressions waved in their faces.

There was a pecking order, Malana quickly learned, with the men who had specific ranks in the Night Wolves and their women were duly respected, depending where their men were in that rank. The “Sweet Butts” of course were bottom of the pile and would remain there till one of The Wolves took one of them for their woman.

When that happened, the chosen woman would become an Old Lady and would not then be expected to give sexual favours to all the club and chosen associates. She would be expected to stay faithful to her Night Wolf.
Malana could tell there was an affectionate camaraderie and a strong loyalty among the members. She was glad she had been bought in to join this special group of people and had already started to regard them as her new family.

Ebony and Stiletto took her to the back of the premises where there was a set of 5 bedrooms. All were en-suite, contained double beds, a bed settee if required and dressing table and wardrobe.  These are used by The Wolves visiting guests or entertainment, they explained to her.
Sometimes, they were used by the senior wolves if they wished an accompanied night away from their Old Lady. It was an unspoken rule, they were out of town on business and who and what happened in the bedroom was never discussed.

“This is the one you and Stiletto will use with The Rockster,” Ebony told her showing one of the rooms. She quickly pointed out where the dildos and wands were, the wipes, the towels, the massage oils, lubes and robes. She opened another drawer where there were paddles, ropes, whips and spreader bars. Malana’s eyes bulged and wondered what half were used for.

“Don’t worry,” Stiletto assured her, “You will soon learn about them and I heard that The Rockster is more straight than kinky and after 10 years inside for Armed Robbery, he will just want to enjoy the company of young female bodies.” She paused and looked dreamy for a second, “I heard he was real hot for 49 and he hasn’t got an Old Lady yet. It could be our lucky night.” She seemed real excited by the prospect.

A knock came at the door. One of the younger Wolves spoke as Ebony answered it. “Get ready Ladies, The Rockster is only 10 minutes away.” It was still early afternoon.

They had both showered and shaved earlier in the day so they just needed to put on the finishing touches.
“That’s our cue,” Ebony told them. “Your outfits are in the wardrobes. Get ready girls and I’ll be your maid for the time he wants you. There’s a charged mobile by the bed with my number under 1 in the memory and a bell-boys bell, you can “ding-ding” for me. I will be hanging around outside to fetch anything you might need… food, drink or drugs. Just enjoy yourselves,” she giggled.

Stiletto and Malana dressed in the matching black lacy bodice with red ties, black stockings and suspenders. Their naked breasts hung out over the top and their pussy and bottoms were bare. Stiletto lived up to her name and placed 5 inch “Fuck me now” red heeled shoes upon her delicate feet. Malana kept her black thigh high boots on but they were now polished and delicately perfumed. Both of them necked a couple of vodka fruit shots to help them along for the night.

Stiletto looked stunning in the sexy underwear with her shaved bald pussy and 34C breasts, blonde plaited hair and blue eyes.
Malana, in contrast and in spite of her drug habit, had a fuller figure in the matching outfit with 36D breasts and a dark trimmed pubic hair strip. Her brown hair was tied up in a bun with sexy wisps falling down by her ears. She hid the needle marks on her arms with foundation make-up.
Stiletto used some strawberry flavoured oil and rubbed some in her nipples, pussy and anal passage. She produced a rose coloured jewelled, stainless steel butt plug and threw the bottle of oil to Malana, “Tricks of the trade,” she told her. “If I was you, I’d wear a butt plug too. It helps stretch you and is less painful. He will love finding it and pulling it out.”

Malana found a small one in a drawer and took it to the toilet with the oil. It was stainless steel too with an amethyst coloured diamond cut stone to cover her anal star.  She douched out her anal passage and used a mixture of Vaseline and the strawberry oil to ease it slowly inside her. She also took advantage and injected another controlled drug fix for the evening. It had been thoughtfully prepared for her and bought to the room.

Unknown to her, Arson was the head enforcer at the biker’s club and worked closely with the Sergeant in Arms known as Diesel. Arson was now controlling and monitoring her drug intake with the help of the other enforcer brothers.

While Malana was “jacking up,” Stiletto turned on some soft rock music to play. It melodically filled the room and set the atmosphere for the fun to come.

Finally both Malana and Stiletto were set for The Rockster’s return.

Outside the bikes roared in. The Rockster had been collected by his brothers and his bike taken in a van to him. He grinned when he saw it and was given his leather jacket and helmet. At last he’d feel the pleasure of the open road and freedom once again. They rode back in convoy to The Barn and were an impressive sight with their Night Wolf emblem on their backs.

When they all pulled into the yard, there was a rush of members outside. A receiving party to welcome the men home.
Greetings, fun ribbing, man hugs and back slaps followed before he was ushered inside. He saw the effort his brothers had gone to and he was visibly touched.

“Thank you guys,” The Rockster muttered.
“Welcome Home Rockster,” Blaze, The Founder and Leader of the club told him. There was a genuine affection and trust between the two men. “First though, we have a special surprise for you,” and with much frivolity and cheers, The Rockster was ushered towards the back room where Stiletto and Malana were waiting for him.
“We’ll see you in about 3 hours for the party later,” Diesel, the Sergeant at Arms told him.

It was the Sergeant’s job to enforce club procedures and maintain order at their club meetings. Diesel, together with Arson, was in charge of security at club events and he was responsible for “back-ups” (attacks on rivals). They also looked after the club's firearms and other weapons.
The eager group continued to surge forwards and The Rockster was soon before the door of the “welcome home” bedroom. He was pushed inside and the door was slammed shut. No one would disturb them now unless they asked. Ebony took up her place outside, like a sentry, to be called on when required.

– Continued –

[Brandybee]

1. The Invitation Part 2 by Vaughan

After a further twenty minutes and repeated orgasms by the party favour, the ball gag was removed and the woman was finally released.

She had a sweaty sheen on her body and her hair was damp and stuck to her head from her exertions. She had the look of exhaustion on her face. Slade smiled, he was familiar with that look. It was the after look of repeated orgasms and sexual pleasures.
She looked absolutely beautiful.

The woman was freed and helped down to stand on her own two feet and then she was made to walk still nude and unaided. As she walked shakily away from the centre, her torturer held the pulley ring of the hanging anal beads. She moved slowly but with a quiet dignity as each bauble popped out and dropped from her bottom. As she left the middle circle, the room burst into rapturous applause. The Party favour had done well.

The wooden “X” was removed quickly and replaced with a mat on the floor and a waist high padded bench. A naked, collared man walked towards the mat wearing a black leather gimp mask. His whole head was covered to the neck but had eye and mouth holes. He knelt on the mat and waited. His owner, a woman dressed in a leather corset, matching panties and high boots, entered to applause.  She was authoritive and holding a riding crop.

As his Mistress stood next to him, she slapped her boots with the riding crop in an unspoken instruction. The Human pet obediently lowered his lips to the toe of her boots and began to lick and kiss each boot, worshipping the thigh highs.
He only stopped licking her boots when his Mistress moved away from him.

“Good boy,” the woman told him. She moved to the table. “Does my good pet need a spanking?” she asked picking up the paddles from the table, showing the crowd and choosing one she liked. She looked over her shoulder at him and he nodded. The crowd rumbled their agreement.
His Mistress brought the paddle to the middle. The submissive man lowered himself down over the padded bench, leaving his bared bottom in the air, suitably presented to her.

“Count them out,” the Mistress instructed.

The first crack of the paddle filled the room and Gs’s vagina clenched on Slade’s inserted fingers.
“Oh, she likes spanking!” Slade silently noted.

“One.”  The pet counted breathlessly. His cock hardened with each spank and once fully erect began to ooze pre-cum.

Smack. 
“Two.”

Smack.
“Three.”

Smack.
“Four!”

Smack,
“Five!”

The Mistress stopped and ran her hand over his bare bottom. She moved to the other side of him.

Sometimes a spanking was done for punishment but sometimes sub’s enjoyed to be spanked. As his mistress had not announced this was a punishment, Slade suspected this was a treat for her pet or maybe even herself for some Doms also liked to spank. So they did just because they could!

In those cases, the Dom would then have to think of other ways to correct a naughty sub. Public nudity was always a good one to use.

Slade felt himself harden. He liked to spank submissive females himself.

Smack
“Six.”

Smack.
“Seven.”

The Mistress didn't stop until she hit fifty, changing sides every so often. By that time the man's voice was cracking from the pain radiating outward from his ass and up to his rock hard cock. His bottom was bright red and looked sore from the thorough spanking he had received.

His Mistress then put on a strap-on dildo and pulled on it to make sure it was held fast and secured in place.

“You are such a good boy!” the Mistress cooed. “Now I’m going to peg you! Position yourself for an ass fuck like a good boy!”

He shifted and re-positioned bent over as told and then waited in anticipation.

The Mistress moved up behind him and squirted lube down the crack of his ass. He pulled his cheeks apart for her, without being told. He was well trained.

“Good boy!” she murmured as she positioned her rubber phallus at his anus. “How rough do you want me to be boy?”

“Very rough Mistress!” he answered causing some of the Doms’ to chortle.

“Good boy!” she liked his answer.

She then drove the large phallus deep into him with one thrust, reaching his rectum. It was strong, mean and deliberate. He let out a high pitched sound at her sudden invasion, fully embedded in him. His trained bottom was filled to the hilt.

“That sounded like a squeal that a little pig would make!” she said to him.

She stirred her hips slowly so he could feel himself impaled by her and then bent the silicone cock towards the front of his body. In this position, she could massage the walnut shaped prostate gland to give him even more pleasure.

Again, he let out high pitched little groans.
“You like that don’t you?” She told him.
“Yes Mistress,” he grunted out.
“Then moan and groan loudly for the crowd,” she ordered him.
She began to speed up and roughly began to fuck in and out of his ass.

The obedient sub beneath her grunted and moaned loudly as she fucked and pegged him. This delighted the crowd who thudded encouragement to them on the arms of the chair.
“Do you want to cum boy?” the Mistress asked after a while.

“Yes, Yes please, Mistress!” he grunted in sync with her thrusts.

“Do you think you deserve it?” she asked with a smile.

“I hope so Mistress!” he answered on the thrusts. “Please, Please Mistress, Let me cum!” he begged.

“I like the way you beg boy!” the Mistress smiled. “You may stroke yourself”

With relief her submissive took his cock in his hand and began to masturbate in time with her thrusts.
As she hadn’t cancelled her previous instruction, he obediently went back to moaning and grunting while she pegged him. Suddenly his body began to buck and everyone saw the sub’s cock spew spunk as she buried her strap-on deep within his bowels. His hand pumped furiously while he shot his cum on to the mat beneath them.

When he was done, she pulled the strap-on out of his ass and moved towards his head, the strap-on hovering over his head, “Well?” she said expectantly.
The submissive sat on the floor and kissed the phallus. “Thank you Mistress. Thank you for pegging me and allowing me to cum.”

“Look at the mess you made!” she chastised pointing to the mat. “Next time, I might make you lick it up!”
“Yes Mistress,” The Pet answered.

The Dom’s clapped as the Mistress exited from the centre circle. Her pet, now leashed, crawled on all fours after her, showing his spanked and gaping red ass to all the crowd.

House submissives then quickly cleared the circle for the last and final performance of the night. 

Two women were gone to the middle circle by House subs.
Also carried in to the centre of the room by 6 submissives, was a futon bed with a thick mattress and blankets. These women had no collars and were also Party Favours for the guests’ pleasures.

They sat on the bed and waited patiently.
The woman who seemed to be the hostess of the masked party appeared and stroked their cheeks.

“Any takers?” She asked the masked audience. “I need at least six men.”

Five men who volunteered were Doms. They left their subs sitting at the edge of the circle. The Party Favours smiled, hopped off the bed and went to their knees as the men walked towards them. The men removed their clothes and handed them to a waiting House submissive who took the clothes to the Dom’s owned submissives to be folded neatly for their Masters.

The Party Favours looked deliberately towards Slade conveying an unspoken invitation to the new guest in The Ice House.
He decided to get up and accept. He always enjoyed group play and was neither shy nor embarrassed by his physical appearance. He had enjoyed similar experiences before.

Gs followed him. Her pussy was throbbing with an unfulfilled need from his edging play. She folded his clothes as he removed them to join in the circle. She then returned and placed them neatly on to the chair he had just vacated. She waited and watched for his return.

The crowd clapped and encouraged Slade and the other volunteers to perform well for them.

As soon as the Doms were close enough, the women’s hands were on them, taking their cocks in their hands and then stuffing them in their mouths. They sucked on each cock greedily in turn and without shame.

When it was his turn for a delectable mouth, Slade wound his fist into the hair of his woman and forced her tighter and harder on to his cock.

He was already lusty from finger fucking and messing with Gs during the previous performances so he primitively dived deep into her throat and felt her wretch. He wanted to hear the sound of her gags around the Great Hall and feel her drool lather up his cock. Slade’s feelings were base and of raw, selfish lust.

As he skull-fucked her, she expertly manoeuvred in the direction of the other Dominant males and presented her pussy and ass to them on all fours. At the same time, the other Party Favour moved to mirror her co-performers behaviour and all the group were soon on the futon bed: two naked masked woman on all fours, each surrounded by three hard and naked masked men.

One man took position at the head of one woman as Slade did with his female. He thrust his hips, roughly, into her mouth, driving his cock into her throat in much the same way. The two men timed their mouth fucking perfectly.

Meanwhile, the other Dom’s pressed their cocks into the offered pussies and slid in easily. Both women were very wet and ready to be used.

The third Dom on each woman, lewdly fondled her hanging tits, rubbed her pussy and clit and fondled and lube rimmed her ass. Then stepped away to watch the women be used, waiting for their turn.

The men all worked in perfect timing. The fucking Doms began to pull on the women’s hips and as they thrust in deep, it pushed the women’s bodies and heads onto the dicks in their mouths. This caused the women to gag and salivate over their cocks.
Slade’s female performer wretched and drooled pleasurably all over his cock and balls. He felt incredible.

They all thrust lusty on both ends of each woman in a double spit roast, filling their two holes with their meaty cocks. The sexy little sluts performed beautifully and hungrily took the cocks into their willing bodies. The woman moaned like top-billing porn stars and were sucking and fucking very eagerly. The performance was noisy, dirty and utterly obscene. The crowd and performers alike were thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Some in the audience were instructing their submissives to engage in sexual activity as the moment overwhelmed them and they wished to be touched while they watched the indecent show.

The performing women drove robustly backwards to meet the Dom's thrusts from behind. The mouth-men were hair pulling the willing women. They both eagerly licked and lashed their cocks. They were amazing performers and well-practised! It made the men all the more horny!

The group all fucked noisily with vigour and enthusiasm.

Almost at the same time, Slade and his counterpart pulled the women’s head tight to their crotches and let their heads fall back. They roared guttural sounds and came at the same time in the women’s mouths and throats.

The crowd broke out in thunderous applause at the sight and gave encouragement for the men to spew semen in to the female mouths, on to their faces and hair and to be as vocal as needed in their orgasms.

The two men thrust and grunted and rocketed their seed. Then, when done, each wiped their cocks on to the woman’s tongues before standing up and watching the fucking Doms from the side while they finished to climax.

They were holding the women’s hips, doggy style and fucked in time with each other. Both couples looked magnificent; naked and mysterious in their eye masks, and bathed in a sheeny sweat. The low light gave them a look of sensuous sexy art; and yet at the same time looked obscenely base in their mating.

One man pulled at his woman’s hair like horses reigns and rode her hard while the other man pulled on his woman’s shoulders so her titties could be seen better swaying to the fucking rhythm.
The watching audience loved the bold and raw fornication and voiced their approval.

When ready to climax, the men both pulled out and shot their load all over her back. Warm cum splashed on their backs and splattered in her hair.

The audience bellowed their approval and banged rhythmically on the arms of their chairs.

The men swapped positions. This time, a pussy was Slade’s. He saw his counterpart Dom lie down and he followed suit.

This time the Party Favours were to ride the men.
Slade and the other Dom pulled the ladies on top of them. Slade held the base of his hard cock as his lady lowered and circled her hips to tease him and settle her in the best position to rise up and down. He loved the feel of a fresh new pussy slide down on his cock and groaned as he filled her. She bent forward so her breasts dangled in his face. Slade, of course, bunched them up in both hands, mauled, licked, suckled and spat on those wondrous tits to enjoy them to the full.

Another man filled her mouth with his cock above him and she slurped on it hungrily. Slade held her hips and thrust upward testing the position. Another man came in behind her and spread her ass cheeks.
Slade moaned. Being part of a dirty, live porn show was quite thrilling. The sounds and smells of mixed sweat, perfume, cologne and the actual sex act filled his nostrils. Pheromones bombarded and teased his senses as they swirled around the group. The sex performers were intoxicated with sexual need, a need that was about to set them all in a perfectly timed fucking frenzy.

Slade felt the woman wince and grunt as the cock behind her, was pressed into her ass. Once the man was fully inserted, the three men developed a rhythm.

Slade presumed the other woman was being treated in much the same fashion as his view was restricted.
They used their woman and pounded her body like the fuck toy she was in that moment.

Another man suddenly came up and joined in at her head. Like a good slut, she began to take turns sucking both men off alternately. First she devoured one, then the other. All the time, fucking Slade and the other man. Slade pounded her pussy while the other man ravaged her ass! The sexy little slut had a cock in every available hole possible and her moans showed she loved being used!

The audience was getting more sexually active. More submissives were sucking on their Dom’s while they watched the live group fucking show.

Slade turned his head and watched one as he fucked. Her head was bobbing up and down in her Dom’s lap as she knelt between his knees.

He watched another sub stroking her Dom's cock with her hand. He pulled her top down and kneaded her tits while he watched the show. Slade saw him cum all over her breasts. It was so fucking hot!

He saw another Mistress pull on the lead of her pet so she could wrap her legs around and trap his head. She bucked his face until she climaxed all over his face and mouth.

All the time while seeing these sexy acts of the participating audience, Slade was fucking the sexy little slut above him. He felt his balls tighten and tapped her hips to warn her. She was experienced enough to know the signs. The other Doms were close and in the same state as him.

They all disengaged ready to climax and show their audience the wanted cum shots.

Slade’s woman in the group positioned herself in the centre of her 4 men and began to self-pleasure. They masturbated over her as they watched her moan and dance and writhe on her fingers massaging her snatch and clitoris. She looked hot and sexy kneeling there with her knees open exposing her well fucked pussy and ass.

The other woman followed suit seconds later and positioned herself in much the same way surrounded by the men in her group.

In the finale, the group provided a double bukkake. They roared when they all ejaculated on the women's faces. This in turn triggered the women’s orgasms and while they gasped in pleasure, the men continued to splash semen on their hair, face and tits.

When the ladies came down from their own highs, they proceeded to rub the creamy semen into their skin like moisturisers and then licked and sexily ate the remainder off their fingers. 

The appreciative crowd stamped their feet and clapped hands and chair arms cheering on each climax.

They finished their double act by cleaning each cock that was offered. Some of the Doms preferred their own sub to do that honour rather than wait their turn.

Slade was one. He returned to his seat and looked at Gs whilst still standing. Without asking she handed him a fresh glass of wine, placed his clothes on her seat to allow him to sit down and when he did, dutifully placed herself on the floor between his legs.

She then began to appreciatively clean his cock, first with a baby wet wipe and then with her delightful tongue. Gs was amazing with her tongue and mouth and Slade sat back to enjoy her.

While she did so, the cum covered Party Favours bowed to their audience and exited the circle to appreciative applause.

As the applause subsided, Gs suddenly paused from kissing his cock. “You have kept me on edge all night Sir,”
“Yes I have,” God! Slade wanted his cock in her mouth again! He felt bereft without her heat.
“That doesn’t seem very fair Sir.”  She smiled.

Slade suddenly realised, this House partner was negotiating with him.  He looked at her sexy mouth. Fuck he wanted her!
“What do you want Gs?” Slade asked. His need for that mouth made his cock throb.
“Please Sir, I want you to fuck me!” She stated. “But not here.”

“Lead the way Gs. I will nobly meet your request,” Slade tried not to sound too eager. He failed and they both burst out laughing.

She stood up, gathered their belongings and led the way to one of the dungeons.

“I’m so glad I accepted the invitation to The Ice House,” Slade thought silently as he felt her small hand tug on his as she walked in front of him. He feasted his eyes on the sexy and enticing sway of her round bottom in that beautiful gown.
“This was definitely going to be a party to remember, one to look back on with a smile in the years to come.”

The End.

[Brandybee]

Story submissions for Erotic Contest 13 – Group Sex is now closed.  The deadline has passed.

Congratulations to the contestants who made the deadline and commiserations to the ones who tried their best but just got pipped by the time running out. Hopefully I will get you next contest.

The Stories for Erotic Contest 13 will be published by me soon.

Public Vote
The public vote will open once all the stories are published.  Voting Ends Friday 30 June 2017 (7pm UK time.)
Please take your time, enjoy the stories and vote for your favourite.  Each forum member has 1 vote each, so use it wisely.

Author Judges.
Each Contestant is expected to read all the entry stories and put them in order of preference. 
Favourite story at the top of the list ( #1 )in descending order, till their least favourite (#11) is at the bottom.

This will earn your own story 40 points – the equivalent of 4th position – as you are not allowed to vote for your own story. If you choose not to judge your peers, then you will not receive these points.

Points are awarded in multiples of 5s. They start with the least favourite story receiving 5 points, the next story receiving 10 ; the next 15 etc… in ascending order until all the stories have been awarded points.

Please ensure you also VOTE in the public vote. 

Please PM your list once completed to me – Brandybee – as soon as you have read all the stories and are satisfied with your judging decisions but in any case by  6pm UK time Friday 30 June 2017.

Independent Judges.
An Independent Judge has no story entered in the contest and has agreed to read all the stories and put them in order of preference.
Please check your Forum PM’s. You might have received an invite to be an Independent Judge already. Please keep this secret till the contest has concluded and the winners announced.

Please list your Favourite story at the top of the list ( #1 )in descending order, till your least favourite (#9) is at the bottom.

Please VOTE in the public vote. 

Please PM your list once completed to me – Brandybee – as soon as you have read all the stories and are satisfied with your judging decisions but in any case by  6pm UK time Friday 30 June 2017.

Thank you to all the supporters of our little contest.

[Brandybee]

STORY CONTEST COUNTDOWN IS ON

4 hrs 15 mins TILL THE DEADLINE

DEADLINE is 7pm (UK (GMT) time) Sun 30 April 2017

To check  times, try this link.   Thank you GsCougar.

http://time.is

Hurry hurry. Get those fabulous erotic stories / poems to me by PM in Forum.

GOOD LUCK.

Last minute check –

1. Make sure the theme is covered … what is your Group Sex : MMF  ;  FFM  ; FFMM  etc… ?
2. Is your Achat component covered –  Out of the shop – a room; an outfit ; a background ?

To fit the rules, the achat component needs to be a room, or an outfit or a background to cleverly slip into the story and described in enough detail for the reader to recognise.
They are fun to hide in the story and fun to find.

Here is one of the best examples I have

Jayc's  Adraste's Gift in Contest 6.  Although you only need one component, the way he incorporates 3 – the Skeletons ; Flaming Skull and Flaming dragon backgrounds is quite ingenious.  He has great inventive skill and imagination. See the below quote. 

Quote from Adraste's Gift :

The Norseman needed her attention now and was delirious in the days and nights to come. She fed him broth and water in his semi wake moments. She soothed and bathed his sweat soaked body and trimmed his beard and moustache and nails. She cared for him, in between doing her chores, and she settled into a new routine around him.

Aluric ran through the surf, running for his life.

White skeletons chased him and were gaining ground. The sand under his feet glowed like embers, his feet burned but he ran on. Familiar voices called his name with forlorn sorrow.

Hiding in the tall grass, out of breath he looked up. The moon was a flaming skull which bellowed his name, the sound shook the ground.

The sea vanished and Aluric was on a dark plain with a flame in the distance. He ran, images of his life flashed before him like bolts of lightning.

He found himself standing in front of Yggdrasil, the ash tree of the world. And guarding it was Nidhogg the Dragon who fed on the wicked. The dragon was of orange flames, spitting fire in the pitch black. Then he opened his right talon to reveal the shining sun, opening its left talon it revealed the stars and the moon.

“Valhalla awaits you Aluric but this is not the time” Nidhogg hissed.

The Dragon's chest swelled with a mighty breath, then exhaled, engulfing Aluric in flames and sent him back to the living.   

She awoke that dawn and checked on the Norseman. The night before he was near death. She had done all she could for him and expected the worse. Lighting a lamp, she was surprised to find him sleeping peacefully.  She touched his forehead, he was still feverish but the color in his skin was coming back. There was hope for him, he was through the worst…

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3.  To present your story in the format required, You will also have to send by 1 post or if need be split your story into 2 posts and forward it to me via PM here in readiness to be published for voting.
Each post holds 20,000 characters including spaces (about 3,000 words ish )

I will need a resume at the beginning of the story completed :

Title :

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Pages: —-
Words:

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Characters (with Spaces):

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Included Components: (What outfit / room / background)

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Please also describe briefly the story's theme and the opposite:

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GOOD LUCK TO ALL YOU AUTHORS & BUDDING AUTHORS.

[Brandybee]

COUNTDOWN IS ON

1 Day to Story DEADLINE. 

The theme for  EROTIC STORY CONTEST 13 is Group Sex –   Threesones, Foursome, Moresomes.
Whether its an intimate threesome or a mass orgy ,  we want to read your stories for this contest.

Get your stories to me.  The Deadline for submitting your stories is TOMORROW – Sunday 30 April 2017 – ( 7pm UK Time ) 

HURRY   HURRY  HURRY

Here are the rules to enter : 

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Contests > EROTIC STORY CONTEST RULES.
https://funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,2509.0.html

[Brandybee]

I have to agree,  I want my gingery brown one back too.

The new one is nice at the back but the front is GOD GRANNY AWFUL &  the wrong colour.

Please if nothing else,  give us the choice of both!!

[Brandybee]

AusWoody and his home was caught up in Cyclone Debbie in Australia & he lost everything. EVERYTHING!

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2017/03/31/utter-disaster-flood-deaths-feared-australian-towns-swamped/

Thank you to all the organisers and donations received so far in this fund.

Here's the link. Lets help him out a bit more.  We have raised 190 Euros in this fund and a kind donor also sent  100Aus $ direct.

https://www.leetchi.com/c/soziales-von-mick-j-woodman-lismore-australia

I've received an update in a message from AusWoody.

He's still living with his daughter and has now got a bed and bed clothes. For the moment his place is still a mess and totally uninhabitable. The clean up is slow but he is hoping to be back on his feet soon.

He hopes to have internet again in the next couple of days. He has an old lap top so hopfully will be able to catch up with friends and members direct.

He borrowed a truck from a local firm – Holden Colorado General Motors, worth over $60,000 and he is sad it has to go back tomorrow!

He says thank you to everyone for kind thoughts and kind donations to the pot.

He is very grateful and humbled by your goodwill.

Hugs Aus. Keep smiling & Hurry back to us soon.

[Brandybee]

One slot left.

First cum, First served.  50A$ to Pythia please will put you on the list to close it.

Good Luck to all the Sweepers. 

[Author]

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