Corporate entertainment
We had often spoken about having sex with multiple partners, but always in the heat of the moment, when the heat of our pulsing bodies took over from normal, sober, conversation, and words flew uncensored out amongst sighs, squeals and screams.
As your submissive partner I was used to your high demands, well trained to your needs, at all times ready to respond to a command, a text, a call. You had often ordered me to be naked and waiting for you after a stressful day, or simply taken advantage of my orifices in my sleep.
Still it was a surprise, albeit an exciting and intriguing one, to come home and find you had set up a TV in the bedroom and shackles were ready waiting for me.
You ordered me to shower and handed me some black lingerie, crotchless panties, peephole bra, all black lace, high quality too - this had cost you. You admired my body, smiling to yourself in a sly way as you massaged heavily scented cream into my skin, arms. legs, buttocks, all being carefully massaged, then clad in holdups and a pair of unfeasibly high stilettos.
Get onto the bed! Your voice was kind but firm. No messing. On my front, you stretched my arms and legs apart to reach into the shackles tied to each of the four posts. they were loose enough for me to move and kneel on all fours, but I was clearly going nowhere. i drew a sharp breath as I saw you take a plastic syringe and fill it with lube. Soon your hands were caressing my rounded bottom, probing between them, already raising my temperature. You quickly found my puckered anal opening, and emptied the contents into me...
A quick slap on my cheek, a reprimand for my surprised squeal, and suddenly you were gone!
My mind was racing. This was out of character. Normally you could not resist me when laid out for your pleasure, yet here I was alone.
After a while, where I could hear you rushing around our apartment, the doorbell sounded. Loud male voices, resonated through the space, heavy footsteps, a bottle of wine being opened. I could hear you congratulating each other. A new contract perhaps? Certainly there was reason to celebrate.
I could not hear the details of the conversation, but voices soon got louder as another bottle was opened, loud laughter, man talk. i presumed - a little bored now, shivering with cold, wishing you had covered me. Scared in some ways, but certainly excited....
I heard you suggest that you all relaxed with some porn - suddenly the TV next to me sprung into life - a dual feed, the porn you and your business partners were watching was being shown to me too. Obviously it was a woman with several men, you wanted to get everyone onto your wavelength, and you knew I'd be getting horny and desperate next door, eventually wanting it desperately...
The TV by me was muted, so I could not hear the words and sounds, but as my arousal rose, so my senses heightened, and. i became more and more aware of the conversation in the next room.
Your colleagues were joking around - "we should have picked up some women in a bar" one said, another mused at how his wife used to suck his cock, but never did anymore. One voice admitted to always wanting to try anal, but his partner had made it clear that was never going to happen. Loud laughter, voices thick with barely contained arousal, lubricated by a few glasses of wine, inhibitions were being shed and the suggestions became increasingly brave.
"I'm sorry mate" exclaimed a voice, "I'm going to have to wank or this hard on will be hurting all night!".
This was your moment, a rush of excitement went through my body... were we really going to do this? Or was this an elaborate way of exciting me? My thoughts were racing, blood pulsing through my body, rushing to my pussy, lips engorging, a flush of wetness, nipples beading harder now, not just from the cold, but from the possibility of what may lay ahead.
"No worries, my friend," your voice sounded reassuring, with poorly disguised excitement below the surface, "just pop into the next room - everything you need is in there..."
I held my breath - squeezed my eyes shut, tight. Tried to collect my legs, but the shackles combined with the pillow under my hips made it impossible, I was presented, spread open, vulnerable, unable to hide. Part of me wanted to see who was coming through the door, part of me didn't. My insecurities overwhelmed me, fear of rejection, as crazy as this may sound flushed through my mind.
Heavy footsteps approached, laughter, the men were winding each other up, excitedly.
I gasped as someone grabbed the handle and walked in - then stopped in his tracks, shocked initially at the sight before him. "Fucking hell!! Steve.!!?? you certainly know how to celebrate.... Dave!! Come and have a look at this! ".
Raised voices, confusion, rushed footsteps. My eyes were still shut tight... heart thumping in my chest, body shaking, fight or flight instincts pulsing through me, excitement, fear, everything was overwhelming....
The two of you joined the first guy. Your voice was the first to speak... as you walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, a hand almost reassuring on my buttock, caressing me.
"This is my subbie girl, lads. She always begs me for more cock, so yes this is a celebration for us, we've done well this week, but it is also a treat for a cock hungry slut whose fantasy is going to be fulfilled tonight, assuming you are up for this?"
"Fuck yes! A voice exclaimed, but just to be sure, I need to hear her say that it's ok, she's not drunk or high on d**gs or anything is she?".
"Tell me slut, is this what you want? Tell us?". Your voice was firm, but warm. Could I detect a tiny bit of fear of rejection in there?
I found my bravery, opened my eyes, looked around at the three of you. All tall, attractive, excited, smart looking businessmen. I smiled, still nervous, but now more excited, and said in a small voice.... "Yes Master, thank you Master, I would like you and your friends to enjoy this slut"
tbc....
As your submissive partner I was used to your high demands, well trained to your needs, at all times ready to respond to a command, a text, a call. You had often ordered me to be naked and waiting for you after a stressful day, or simply taken advantage of my orifices in my sleep.
Still it was a surprise, albeit an exciting and intriguing one, to come home and find you had set up a TV in the bedroom and shackles were ready waiting for me.
You ordered me to shower and handed me some black lingerie, crotchless panties, peephole bra, all black lace, high quality too - this had cost you. You admired my body, smiling to yourself in a sly way as you massaged heavily scented cream into my skin, arms. legs, buttocks, all being carefully massaged, then clad in holdups and a pair of unfeasibly high stilettos.
Get onto the bed! Your voice was kind but firm. No messing. On my front, you stretched my arms and legs apart to reach into the shackles tied to each of the four posts. they were loose enough for me to move and kneel on all fours, but I was clearly going nowhere. i drew a sharp breath as I saw you take a plastic syringe and fill it with lube. Soon your hands were caressing my rounded bottom, probing between them, already raising my temperature. You quickly found my puckered anal opening, and emptied the contents into me...
A quick slap on my cheek, a reprimand for my surprised squeal, and suddenly you were gone!
My mind was racing. This was out of character. Normally you could not resist me when laid out for your pleasure, yet here I was alone.
After a while, where I could hear you rushing around our apartment, the doorbell sounded. Loud male voices, resonated through the space, heavy footsteps, a bottle of wine being opened. I could hear you congratulating each other. A new contract perhaps? Certainly there was reason to celebrate.
I could not hear the details of the conversation, but voices soon got louder as another bottle was opened, loud laughter, man talk. i presumed - a little bored now, shivering with cold, wishing you had covered me. Scared in some ways, but certainly excited....
I heard you suggest that you all relaxed with some porn - suddenly the TV next to me sprung into life - a dual feed, the porn you and your business partners were watching was being shown to me too. Obviously it was a woman with several men, you wanted to get everyone onto your wavelength, and you knew I'd be getting horny and desperate next door, eventually wanting it desperately...
The TV by me was muted, so I could not hear the words and sounds, but as my arousal rose, so my senses heightened, and. i became more and more aware of the conversation in the next room.
Your colleagues were joking around - "we should have picked up some women in a bar" one said, another mused at how his wife used to suck his cock, but never did anymore. One voice admitted to always wanting to try anal, but his partner had made it clear that was never going to happen. Loud laughter, voices thick with barely contained arousal, lubricated by a few glasses of wine, inhibitions were being shed and the suggestions became increasingly brave.
"I'm sorry mate" exclaimed a voice, "I'm going to have to wank or this hard on will be hurting all night!".
This was your moment, a rush of excitement went through my body... were we really going to do this? Or was this an elaborate way of exciting me? My thoughts were racing, blood pulsing through my body, rushing to my pussy, lips engorging, a flush of wetness, nipples beading harder now, not just from the cold, but from the possibility of what may lay ahead.
"No worries, my friend," your voice sounded reassuring, with poorly disguised excitement below the surface, "just pop into the next room - everything you need is in there..."
I held my breath - squeezed my eyes shut, tight. Tried to collect my legs, but the shackles combined with the pillow under my hips made it impossible, I was presented, spread open, vulnerable, unable to hide. Part of me wanted to see who was coming through the door, part of me didn't. My insecurities overwhelmed me, fear of rejection, as crazy as this may sound flushed through my mind.
Heavy footsteps approached, laughter, the men were winding each other up, excitedly.
I gasped as someone grabbed the handle and walked in - then stopped in his tracks, shocked initially at the sight before him. "Fucking hell!! Steve.!!?? you certainly know how to celebrate.... Dave!! Come and have a look at this! ".
Raised voices, confusion, rushed footsteps. My eyes were still shut tight... heart thumping in my chest, body shaking, fight or flight instincts pulsing through me, excitement, fear, everything was overwhelming....
The two of you joined the first guy. Your voice was the first to speak... as you walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, a hand almost reassuring on my buttock, caressing me.
"This is my subbie girl, lads. She always begs me for more cock, so yes this is a celebration for us, we've done well this week, but it is also a treat for a cock hungry slut whose fantasy is going to be fulfilled tonight, assuming you are up for this?"
"Fuck yes! A voice exclaimed, but just to be sure, I need to hear her say that it's ok, she's not drunk or high on d**gs or anything is she?".
"Tell me slut, is this what you want? Tell us?". Your voice was firm, but warm. Could I detect a tiny bit of fear of rejection in there?
I found my bravery, opened my eyes, looked around at the three of you. All tall, attractive, excited, smart looking businessmen. I smiled, still nervous, but now more excited, and said in a small voice.... "Yes Master, thank you Master, I would like you and your friends to enjoy this slut"
tbc....
10 years ago