Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 13:41:52 +0000 From: Mark Irving Subject: Master Brett and Slave Mark's interracial Adventures 2 Master Brett and Slave Mark's interracial adventures, chapter 2 After Leaving the club and renewing old friendships and of course, making new and very exciting new friends, such as Master P and his extremely sexually active slut Mike, we headed home, Master Brett was buzzing and highly aroused, it had been a long couple of covid years and I didn't really appreciate just how much we both missed the heavy action, that came with the club atmosphere. And I certainly enjoyed the interaction and sexual abuse I received, both my holes were well worked over and I'm positive that my protein levels escalated with every stiff cock I sucked and swallowed. And even though I didn't really get fucked, my girly pussy was well and truly stuffed with the dual headed cock, Both Slut Mike and I pushed against each other, trying to gain more of the shaft, but our hip bondage prevented real affective action, we were kept on the edge the entire time, which increased our desire to swallow more dicks, the more we licked and sucked the higher our lust levels grew. Master Brett and Master P relaxed as we were used by the fellow club members, it was clearly obvious that the two dominates enjoyed the show, and occasionally applauded as our mouth were filled with cum by the multiple players within the club. Even as the seat belt crossed my chest, I could feel the constant tingle and dull ache of my nipples, don't get me wrong I love all the attention my orbs get, I'm not sure if they had grown any larger or been extended, but from past experience, this was going to take some time for them to return back to normal. But that's the beauty of being a submissive, you get to feel all the aftereffects long the session and relive all those beautiful emotions and equally some of the pain repeatedly. Finally, we made it home and I could see that there was a sense of relief on Master Brett's face, and he confided in me that he was a little nervous and worried that he may not have the same drive or delivery that he once had prior to covid, but once he hooked up with Master P and his Bitch , natural instincts kicked in and his sole focus was on me and how he and Master P could put on a powerful dynamic show. I, of course gave all the positive feedback that I could reassuring Master Brett that it was exactly like the old days, and he didn't miss a beat, and I told him that Sissy Mike and I loved every second, his power and control took us to another level, and couldn't wait to do it all over again. "Not tonight, Bitch, I'm done, go get us some coffee, then well go to bed, it's been a big night and I think we both need to rest". With that I disappeared into the kitchen, made the coffee and joined Master Brett in the lounge, we made idol chat about some of the other players and renewed contacts, and vowed to keep in touch. Our conversation lasted about half an hour, then we both decided to retire, Master Brett disappeared into the bedroom whilst I cleaned up, had a quick shower and joined him under the covers, and ten minutes later we were both in the land of nod, it certainly was a long build up to the perfect night. The next few days were uneventful, Both Master Brett and I resumed our normal working week, and I drifted back into my Submissive role once I had finished my working day, there's something very exciting about being dressed in stockings and garter, and with only the barest sheer panties on and parading around, doing house work , then having the pleasure of dropping to your knees when you hear your dominate enter the house. And of course, there's nothing better than the feel of his strong powerful cock brushing your lips, as you savor his scent and muscular form, it's only natural that my mouth instinctively opens to receive his beautiful horse cock. "I've been dreaming about your slutty mouth all day, that perfect tongue, the way your lips encase my cock, TAKE IT DEEP BITCH, I love watching how it disappears into your mouth and throat, right down to the balls, your so fucking hot". With every word he uttered my efforts doubled; I truly was in love with his cock, it had the perfect form and shape, his head barely small enough to fit in my mouth, but here I was taking the entire length down to the balls with every thrust, he was just letting me lick and suck his cock, he was literally face fucking my throat. His powerful hands gripped the back of my head, holding it in place while he drove in, he was a man possessed with power and control, and I loved every minute of it. This is what a submissive dreams of, and I wanted more, and with every outward motion I licked and sucked his manhood trying to drive him over the edge, I could feel his muscles tightening, his movements became more erratic, his verbal taunts went to another level, calling me everything under the sun, which only spurred me on. Then the internal vibration run through his body, and eventually out of his powerful, snake like cock, my mouth and throat caught the first wave of his orgasm , only to be quickly followed by a second and third, this time my lips, and chin managed to get sprayed, my wanting tongue quickly made short work of that. I could feel his python slowly decreasing in size, to that of a normal cock, Master Brett managed to regain his composure and withdrew his cock, then pulled me up into a passionate kiss, we shared the remanence of his seed then drifted apart, "Hello Bitch it's good to see you too". WE both shared a laugh, then I went and made him a coffee while he had a shower. We both sat around and discussed each other's workday, and just managed to relax, prior to me making us some dinner, Master Brett informed me that he had spoken with Master P, and they had decided to go for a drive into the mountains, and have pic-nick or cook out on the weekend, " Sounds good to me, Saturday or Sunday", I asked, "Sunday 10 o'clock , they'll pick us up" he replied, he gave me Sissy Mikes phone number, and left the details up to us girls. After making a few phone calls to my Sister Slut, and a lot of slutty talk, that had us both on the edge, we arrange to do pack enough stuff for a BBQ cook out, and we divided the necessary requirement between us, and not forgetting a few bottles of wine and beer. We also made a mental note to pack a few toys, and take all the relevant personal preparation, knowing our Master's tastes for the adventurous on the spot fuck and suck sessions. We both decided to wear our normal stockings and garters under our street clothing, just in case, and the only thing on full display would be our collars. Sunday, arrived and promptly at 10.00am Master P and Sissy Mike turned up, we loaded up the truck and set off to the mountains for the day, there was a lot of by play from the Dominates who rode in the front seat, and of course we girls were the butt of their jokes, and threats, at one point they said they were going to stop the truck , strip us of our street clothes and make us walk in just our knickers and stockings, of course being the Sluts that we were, it both excited us and terrified us at the same time, but the look in their eyes certainly had us guessing if they would actually carry through with their threat. Both Dominates had the upper hand and knowing full well what they our Masters were capable of, had us Sissy very subdued in the back seat, at times I wonder just who gets the most enjoyment out of our arrangement, The Dominates that keep coming up with these erotic ideas and threats, or us submissives that live on the edge of fantasy and reality and the fear of the unknown, I don't know about Sissy Mike, but I know the crutch of my knickers now has a wet spot at the sheer suggestion of being evicted on a lonely back ward road, I'm not sure these country Hill Billy residents would take too kindly to having two sissy bois walking their roads, but then again it might be a Deliverance moment, and we may be asked to squeal like a pig. Anyway, nothing happened, and it was just another ideal threat made to keep us in line, we drove for another 45 minutes, just taking in the scenery, when Master P pulled the truck over to the side of the road, "OK you two get out, and get rid of your street clothes, it's time to stretch your legs" Master Brett said. Both sissy Mike and I knew better than to question our dominates, so we shed our jeans and tops, leaving us in fish nets, garters and sheer knickers, thankfully they allowed us to wear our sport shoes, and more importantly the weather was kind to us. "Now you girls enjoy your walk, we'll be up the road having a drink, and we'll see you a bit later", with that they drove off, leaving us stranded, but with no other recourse but to start our nervous walk. Both of us looked at each other, what dignity we had was now well and truly gone, every noise we heard, every rumble of the bushes made us turn and twist, this really was a Deliverance situation, but we had nowhere to run, so we decided to remain in the middle of the road, and as you can appreciate there wasn't a real lot of traffic ( thank god) but there was a distant sound of somebody talking, but neither one of us could figure out in what direction or how far away they were. We were like a pair of Meerkats, twisting or heads from side to side, as we walked, both Mike and I could feel and fear the voices getting closer, so we just kept moving, we knew this is what our Master's wanted, complete control of their sluts, fucking with our heads and keeping us totally exposed and on the edge, danger and excitement combined. Then suddenly out of nowhere two bike riders appeared out of the bush, and rode their mountain bikes straight towards us, I'm positive we were the last things they expected to see, in these back woods, as they approached, we were also able to see their close-fitting Lycra shorts and the skintight outfits, one was a well-built strong athletic type and the other, almost mirrored his physique but was smaller in size, both look very hot and certainly not the Hill Billy type we expected to see. Both the bike riders did some circle work around us and checked us out, like a pair of lions preparing to devour prey. The bigger one of the two started to mock us, "DON'T YOU TWO LOOK SWEET, JUST OUT FOR A STROLL, AND I SEE YOU DRESSED FOR A HIKE" there wasn't a real lot we could say, that would justify our situation, and the smaller rider chimed in with a few comments, stating "how nice our bums looked, and the matching underwear was a nice touch, and I believe these two girls are getting excited about being discovered like this". There was no need to blush, and we certainly couldn't hide anything, and no point in covering up, our cocks were indeed standing proud, and stretching the material of our panties. At this point the bikers had stopped circling and straddled their bikes as they took a closer look, which was fine by us, now we could really admire their Lycra clad bodies, not to mention the swelling in their respective crutches, and it certainly would appear that they, in turn enjoyed what they were looking at. As they dismounted their bikes and rested them against a tree, we could only imagine what their next move might be. "YOU GIRLS MUST BE TIRED FROM ALL THAT WALKING, GET ON YOUR KNEES AND REST, AND I'M SURE YOUR HUNGRY", As they stood in front of both Mike and I, they hooked their thumbs into the Lycra and peeled them down to their knees exposing two beautiful hard cocks, the heavenly scent of sweat permeated the air, The bigger one of the two bikers had a well-trimmed bush of hair, had a fantastic meaty seven plus inches, and the smaller rider had shaved off his pubs to expose a delightfully hard cock. As if on cue our mouths opened to receive their dicks, our tongue and mouths caressed the sweet flesh, there's something special about sweaty cocks, it has always put me on a high, it reminded me of the college jocks that use me for their pleasure, after a training session or game, I'm amazed that I even survived those days, I was used that much. Looking over at Sissy Mike, he had taken the big rider down to the balls and was madly caressing his tight buns, and trying to edge a finger into his butt, but was quickly rebuffed, "YOU CAN DO THAT SORT OF THING TO MY GIRL, BUT NOT TO ME" so now we knew the pecking order, and who was top dog, which didn't bother me, it appeared that young bike rider was totally enjoying himself, and he certainly loved having his butt touched up, he was basically melting and buckling each time I deep throated his manhood. Never in my wildest imagination would I have ever come up with this scenario, two sissy sluts dressed the way we were, and now in the throes of giving a blow job to two hunky complete strangers. Both Mike and I have been whored out of course, but that was in the suburban areas of town, amongst the big city lights. This was certainly one for the books, and judging by the knee jerks and the firm grip on Mikes head, I think we can add full on blow job to that list, but just to add a bit more flavor to the mix, the big fella grabbed Mike's nipples and twisted his extended orbs, Mikes mouth was full of fat cock , but he still had enough room in his mouth to scream out his pleasure whilst the burley rider trembled and thrust his log deep into Mike's Sissy mouth, silky smooth cum escaped from the corners of his mouth as he was face fucked, one hand twisted his nipple and the other held Mike's head in place. The younger rider, ground his arse on the two fingers I had worked into his butt, his cock and hips were doing the familiar hot dick shuffle, pounding my mouth and face, his leather clad hands gripped the back of my head, his cock may have been smaller but he had every millimeter in my mouth, "such my cock bitch, drain my balls you filthy girly slut", then he blew coating every inch of my mouth and throat, little did he know that every word he spoke drove me wild with desire. Finally, the two bike riders' cocks wilted from our mouths as we watched as they tucked them away, back into their Lycra shorts, both riders offered us a drink, before finishing off what was left in their bottles, "OH BY THE WAY, MY NAME IS SIR DAVID, AND MY PUSSY BOY HERE IS DALE, AND ABOUT 2 MILES UP THE ROAD IS A DISUSED SHELTER, HOPEFULLY WE'LL SEE YOU THERE" Mike and I remained on our knees until our two assailants mounted their bikes and disappeared back into the bush, and just like that, they were gone, we gradually rose to our feet, straightened out what clothing we had and continued our walk. Neither one of us, had the opportunity or was given permission to cum, so our rock-hard cocks pressed and tested the quality of the panty material, and believe me, we did give some thought to dragging our dicks out and relieving some of that pressure, but thought wiser of it. We must have look very weird, two Sissy bois in fine lingerie, and barely covered sporting stiff dicks on a country road. Thankfully the local police or forest ranger didn't decide to patrol this particular road, I can just imagine what type of report he would have had to file, Mike and I had a bit of a smile and laugh at the thought of being hauled in and questioned, but of course our deviate minds went the extra mile, thinking how nice it would be to be bent over and frisked, this of course did nothing to reduce our hard cocks. We gradually set off again, reflecting on what had just happened, but it didn't stop us looking all around us to see or hopefully run into others that might be using the same road. For whatever reason we had a bit more spring in our steps as we walked for the next 2 miles, and by the time we came across the disused shelter, we had pretty much resolved ourselves to the fact that Master Brett and Master P had something planned, besides the cookout. The car was unpacked by the time we got there, the old table and bench seat looked a bit run down and very well worn. The wine and beer were on ice, the portable hotplate fired up, and I must admit the Hamburgers and steaks smelt great. "How was your walk boys, there's nothing like a refreshing walk in the bush, but what happened to your knees? you have holes in your stockings" Both mike and I looked at each other and confessed the whole story about being discovered and having to give blow jobs to two bike riders. "Did you mean these two guys here". Just then Sir David and Pussy boi Dale emerged from the bushes, "Yes Master those two guys, and they both have lovely cocks, we had no choice, and we couldn't help ourselves. "We know, they told us everything , about what they made you do, and they also mentioned that you two sissy sluts had boners all through the session". But we'll discuss that after lunch. Both Master P and I have cooked lunch, and now you can serve our guests, then us". The discussion over lunch was lighthearted and some old stories re-hashed, but we did find out a bit more about Sir David and Dale, and how they hooked up, in College, Sir David basically took Dale under his wing, and introduced him into the world of male-on-male love making, and just looking at them you could see the love and compassion they shared, Dale had been groomed to perfection, and Sir David certainly loved the devotion Dale had for him. Yes, they were a top and bottom, but it was clear, that what they had was much more than that, both professionals in their own fields, but privately or in the company of like-minded couples, they would allow themselves the luxury of reverting to Master and slave, Much the same as Master Brett and myself and of course Master P and sissy Mike. For the next hour or so all of us shared stories and adventures, drank more wine and socialized, Mike and I moved about the table offering more food and drinks, and generally played mother, (it was only appropriate, given the way we were dressed). After all the wining and dining was done Master P brought up the subject of giving blow jobs to complete strangers and felt there should be some punishment, Master Brett totally agreed, and suggested a sound spanking. Sir David looked around and pointed to a heavy iron gate that was secured to a fence line, "PERHAPS WE COULD USE THAT" "Good idea, girls get rid of the undies, it's time to warm up those butts", Master Brett said as we removed the flimsy material, we were escorted to the gate and secured with wrist cuffs, thus leaving us totally venerable and open and subject to the to the gaze of our new friends. I'm fairly positive, these gates have never been used for this purpose, our out stretch hands were just about touching, and our exposed butts certainly invited some action, "Sir David, would you like to start with Sissy Mike, and Master P, you can use this Sissy Bitch Mark" Out of the toy box, Master Brett pulled out two floggers of medium strength, and without further to do, Master P and Sir Savid commenced warming our butts, it was perfectly clear that Sir David new his way around a flogger, and had Sissy Mike dancing, and prancing on his toes. As for Master P I already the quality of his power, and he certainly didn't leave anything on the bench, with every hit I was pushed against the gate rail, my stiff cock being thrust into the air. "Sir David, your pussy boy is obviously enjoying the show, but he is missing out, with your permission could we get him to lick and suck these two naughty cocks while you continue to punish their butts? "Good idea, and when he's finished sucking their dripping dicks, I'm going to remind him what my cock tastes like in both his holes". Dale, dropped to his knees on the opposite side of the gate and positioned himself in front of my cock, licked his lips them engulf half my shaft in one easy action, He didn't need to rock his head in any way, with each blow Master P delivered my cock shot forward, almost causing Dale to gag, but Dale was up for the challenge, he held his ground and allowed Master P control inward action, after taking me cock for a while and not wanted to over excite me , he moved to one side and begain sucking the life out of Sissy Mike, his moans and groans delighted Sir David. "THIS IS GREAT, I DON'T REALLY PUNISHED PUSSY BOY DALE, ALL THAT MUCH, AND CERTAINLY NOT TO THIS EXTENT, PERHAPS I SHOULD, HE SEEMS TO BE ENJOYING THE ACTION," he quickly looked down at his kneeling boy, who was shaking his head madly whilst sucking on Mikes stiff shaft, "NO, THEN I MAY JUST HAVE TO FUCK YOU LONG AND HARD, BEND YOU OVER THE GATE AND POUND YOUR LITTLE PUSSY, THEN AFTER I'VE CUM YOUR CAN SUCK AND CLEAN ME, WOULD YOU LIKE THAT INSTEAD? . Pussy Boi Dale changed his shaking action, to a nod of approval, Mikes cock was getting a full work out, and his arse was now beetroot red. I couldn't see from my vantage spot, but if was anything like mine, I know it would be hot to touch. "Ok, I think Sir David has hit on a good idea, Dale time to get rid of those bike shorts, and find yourself a piece of gate or fence, and now I think it's time to fuck some red-hot, freshly flogged pussy". I was never so glad that someone changed the game plan, both Mike and I had been dancing to the beat of the flogger for about 15 minutes solid, and I was just about done, I had never used my safe word, but I was close. Master P dropped his pants to reveal his horse like cock, both pussy boi Dale and Sir David's jaw dropped at the sheer size and thickness of the black Master's swollen shaft, but they didn't get to see it for long as he drove it deep into my red-hot arse, taking my breath away, and having me squeal like a pig. Not to be out done Master Brett ploughed Mike's burning buns, driving his cock to the hilt, until his balls slapped up against the back of his thighs and the bottom of his butt. Mike yelled and I'm sure the entire valley heard his cry of pleasure. Sir David's beautiful cock edge his way into his devoted boy, and it was in complete contrast to the way we were being taken. To start with you could see the love and compassion these two shared, they moved as one, pussy Dale, clearly in love with his dominate half, couldn't hold back his moans of pleasure as Sir David increased his speed and intensity. The gate shook from all the continued movement, and violent thrusting from all parties, our combined cries of pleasure echoed throughout the valley. Master P, was going balls deep into me, his muscular hands gripped my hips ensuring he was getting full value for the ride, Master Brett, wanting to give Sissy Mike something to remember, grabbed his nipples and twisted and pulled on the orbs creating a whole new sound for the locals to hear, he too was driving his horse cock to the hilt, all I could hear was sweaty balls hitting skin, as all three dominates took their slaves to another level of pleasure and control. Throughout the entire session Master Brett's tri-pod mounted camera recorded every moan and groan, every thrust, every squeal from us submissive pussy. Three powerful dominates asserting their god given right to use their property in whatever way they wanted. But even the good times must come to an end, I could feel Master P begin the shake, his movements became erratic, his grip on my hips increased, and if it were even possible, he drove more of his monster cock deep into my bowel, then he shook uncontrollably, "That right bitch, take my cock you whore, you're so fucking hot, what a delicious hot cunt" His verbal taunts created a ripple affect amongst the other dominates, and they too moved into overdrive, one by one they emptied their pent up cum into the pussies in front of them. Now the gate really took a beating, I'm sure the designers didn't run this test when they constructed it. Sir David emptied his protein injection into Pussy Dale, and true to his word, slipped out of his butt, allowed Dale to kneel before him before offering his beautiful cock to Dale for cleaning. Once again, the level of devotion and love shone through, it was probably a task that he had completed a thousand times, but it was beautiful to watch. Master Brett and Master P, had similar plans, and followed Sir David's lead, both Mike and I knelt and thanked the cocks that had just used us in the best way we knew. The scent and smell of used pussies and cum filled the air, and even as us submissives lavished affection on the shrinking cocks that dangled before us, we were all acutely aware that we had tread a fine line, and the real possibility of being caught in the act. So reluctantly our cock swinging Dominates tucked their gear away, Master P, of course had the most trouble, and the two other Dominates cracked jokes about getting the horse back in the stable. As for us pussies, we raised up from our knees, Sissy Mike and I had totally, destroyed what was left of our stockings, and had to search around for our discarded panties, but what was even funnier was trying to pull them up over our stiff cocks, the crutch of the material extended outward, creating a tent like appearance, which only caused everybody to break out in laughter at our pitiful sight. Once we finally sorted out our clothing as best, we could, we had one or two final drinks, casually chatted and all confirmed it was one of the best BBQ and cookouts we had enjoyed for a long time, and I'm sure I'll remember for an even longer time. As Pussy Mike and I cleared the BBQ area and placed all equipment back into the boot of the car, the Dominates all exchanged contact numbers, and vowed to hook up at some point soon. Just as we were shaking hands and hugging our goodbyes, a peloton of bike riders rode past, giving us a wave, if they only came 30 minutes early, it may have sparked a whole new wave. Please readers, if this story has sparked an interest, or put a lump in your pants then don't forget to donate to the Team at Nifty, without them and the hard-working dedicated team, we the writers and you the readers would not be able to really express ourselves, like Sissy Mike and me Slave Mark.